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wastelandhell · 5 months

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I absolutely love your character Val! I'm a newer follower so I don't know much about him, but I love whenever you draw him. could you tell me more about his story? or how he ended up with Danse or even what their dynamic with each other is?

Ah thank you <3 I used to post more "lore" stuff on here and theres a bunch if you go way back in his tag, but in the last year I've just been kind of posting a lot of out-of-context and au stuff with no connection.

Him and Danse are both very opinionated men, and those opinions rarely align. They spend about as much time arguing as they do getting along, their relationship through most of the game is equal parts mutual pining and divorced.

They are finally able to acknowledge their feelings for each other shortly before "The Nuclear Option", but mutually split afterwards while Danse tries to find himself and Val focuses on establishing a stable home for Shaun. They reconnect about a year later when the commonwealth is in less of a state of crisis, and are finally able to pursue their relationship.

You know what, I haven't posted anything about him in a while, who's ready for a

This is not going to be very edited or formatted because I am a clown so. Sorry in advance.

A brief overview?

His "real" name is Vasili Gavriilovich Andonov but he goes by Valerie Anderson wherever he can, and does his best to hide his russian ancestry. He prefers people call him Val, though most of the brotherhood soldiers refer to him as Andonov. He hates people referring to him as Vasya or using his patronymic name, though thankfully there aren't a lot of people in the commonwealth who use russian naming conventions.

He's an autistic, bisexual, depressed alcoholic who indulges in stimulants a bit more than he should. He's surprisingly good at playing guitar, especially slide blues with his steel resonator guitar. He loves aircraft and built/painted scale models before the war. He's very lonely, even when around people who like him he never feels like he belongs. His birthday is Jan 12th, which is coincidentally a sort of holiday for the cryonics community.

He'll spend a lot of time looking inward and ruminating, and can identify a lot of his personal problems, but is not very good at "fixing" them. So he just kind of mopes around and wallows in self-loathing and self-pity. He's very gullible, and hates people messing with him. While he struggles a lot socially he is very intelligent, and is a genius with anything with an engine. Before the war he worked on vertibirds for the us military. His support of the brotherhood has nothing to do with their ideals; just that they keep him fed, paid, and let him work on aircraft. He's not particularly concerned with "saving" the commonwealth, he just wants to hurt the people who have hurt him.

Gameplay-wise, he's a melee/power armour build, with his highest stats INT and END. He can built so many weird and wonderful things that either explode or he can beat you to death with. Maybe both. His LCK and CHR are pretty miserable, nobody likes him and things are constantly going wrong. Playing a melee character in survival with MAIM is... a task.

Some sort of timeline?

He's the son of Russian immigrants who met in the US, His father Gavriil was an angry alcoholic who worked for the government and his mother Lidiya was a stay-at-home mom and a fervent christian. He had a sister, Kseniya, who was almost his opposite; a very polite and reserved child.

Valerie was small as a kid; being ginger, autistic, queer, and an immigrant made him a frequent target of his peers. Paired with his fathers physical and emotional abuse at home this made him a very angry and defensive person.

He spent most of his time away from home, preferring to spend his time in the woods around their home or just walking around town. He started smoking when he was 12 and drinking when he was 14, stealing from his father. As he got older he missed more and more school, spending his time committing petty crimes and getting into trouble.

While his father was more directly hostile his mother was equally overbearing in her own way. Val would identify himself as agnostic and having no belief in god, but for all of her preaching he still harbors a lot of “catholic guilt”, and fears that when he dies he will go to hell.

As he got older he quickly sprung from a small kid to a tall, muscular teenager. While he never learned to get along with his peers he learned to adapt an imposing, aggressive and masculine personality to defend himself.

When Val became too large for his father to easily push around he turned his anger towards Kseniya, whom Val was fiercely protective of. This only raised tensions at home, and Val and his father would get in frequent physical altercations. He contemplated leaving when he was 16 and could drive, but didn’t want to abandon his sister.

Eventually things came to a head when both of them had been drinking and Valerie came home late. Their fight got particularly nasty, and Val broke a bottle over his fathers head. He was immediately out cold, and Val was left shocked, covered in his fathers blood, believing he had just killed him. This would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Kseniya was home at the time, and ran in when she heard the yelling. Val tried to convince her to come with him, but she was shocked and terrified and refused to leave. Fearing retribution, and before he could really process what he had done, Val took any cash he could and the keys to his fathers car and fled.

He sold his fathers car and got something less traceable, which he lived out of for the next several years while he jumped around state to state. He picked up the occasional day job, but mostly supported himself by stealing cars and running drugs.

After he left is when he began going by Valerie Anderson. At first it was out of fear that he was wanted under his legal name, but he soon realized how much better people treated him if he had an “american” name.

When he was 20 he was eventually picked up for a minor offense, but given the political climate at the time he was offered the opportunity to join the military rather than face charges. As much as Val hated the government he was still very afraid of being connected to his fathers murder, and jumped at the chance to avoid any legal issues.

In his time in the military he discovered a love for aircraft, and pursued it doggedly. He got his GED, and went on to earn a masters in aerospace engineering. He never bothered with friends or relationships, he put all of his time into education and work. Lived and breathed for aircraft.

While Val enjoyed his job he continued to struggle with his mental health and substance abuse. He would frequently get into fights, eventually he got into a bar fight bad enough he nearly killed someone, getting the scars on his face at the same time.

While he was in trouble with the law he would end up working with his new attorney, Laura Walsh. She was elegant, graceful, composed, brilliant, persuasive, someone who always got what she wanted. And had terrible taste in men. Before the case was even over they started hooking up.

Their relationship was strictly friends-with-benefits, neither of them really cared for the other as a person and it was just sex. Over time, despite their best efforts, they came to see past the carefully crafted personas that they both presented to the world and fell in love with the people behind them.

He was 29 when they met, and they married less than 3 years later. They were moved to Boston for Val’s work, and it seemed like they would be staying for a while so they tried to establish themselves. Val tried to quit drinking around this time but struggled to face reality sober for the first time, and frequently slipped back.

Laura had always wanted children but Val was initially very against the idea. He still held a lot of unaddressed trauma from his own childhood and did not feel that he could ever be a good father.

Eventually Laura convinced him otherwise, and he agreed, again making an effort to clean himself up. When she fell pregnant his anxiety led to him having a breakdown at work, afterward he admitted himself to an inpatient rehab and spent 6 weeks there. From here until the start of the game was probably the best time of his life; sober, medicated and attending regular therapy sessions.

While Val was worried about his capacity to be a father, as soon as Shaun was born he lost that. That kid was his life, he did everything for him. He stayed on a break from work while Laura returned to practice, being a stay-at-home dad and throwing himself into domestic life. He even built a robot housekeeper!

His sister tracked him down somewhere around here and they began communicating through the post. She reveals that his father survived the attack, and was still alive, though she hadn’t spoken to him in years. They were planning to meet in person in the winter, though obviously that didn’t happen.

He was 33 when he went into the vault, and the main fo4 plot takes ~3 years to complete, but I think I’ve made this post long enough and I am too drunk and tired to keep typing. Safe to say hijinks ensue.

tl;dr hes an orange cringefail loser, and im hopelessly in love with him.

#asks #val #if you actually read all of that thank you. and im sorry.#id love to say english isnt my first language but it is. im just terrible at writing.#fallout

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punchitmrsulu · 1 month

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Hi I'm new to the walking dead for the Rick and michonne show! I want to watch where should I start? Can I ask who is Jessie and why was he miserable? It just seems like such a fun fandom there's so much lore I kinda want to know everything. How far back should I go to get the full story from the actors and everything? I kind of live for the kind of stuff lol. But it's OK if it's a lot to explain. I thought about just spending a few days digging through the tag as far back as I could go. This show and all the gifsets and all the fun everyone is having kinda has me obsessed a little bit. But should I watch the whole series? It's eleven seasons lol.

I'll explain it all to you, no problem! I'll just warn you there will be a few spoilers though, ok? It's kinda hard to explain without them, so if you don't want spoilers, don't read on.

Listen, Rick and Michonne aside (who are awesome, amazing, perfect) The Walking Dead is a REALLY good show all around. It's honestly got some of the best writing I've ever seen on TV. So, if you like TV shows and you're looking for a good one, I'd advise you to watch it all from the beginning. It is indeed a lot but it's gonna go by so fast, because it's so good, you won't even feel it. Seriously, all of the characters, the dynamics between them, the bonds they all forge, the development of the characters, the relationships, the narrative, the found family aspect of it, it's all chef's kiss. And Rick and Michonne is like the cherry on top. It's like, in case you thought we couldn't make things even better, here's the best couple of all time for you, enjoy.

Now, focusing on just Rick and Michonne, I'd still advise you to watch it from the beginning so that you can FULLY appreciate it when they finally get together. Cause we have Rick's relationship with Lori (his dead wife) in the beginning of the show, which was just not good at all, she never had his back, so when he finally meets Michonne and she becomes his partner in every way, even before they fall in love, it's just got a different flavor when it finally happens, you know? Cause everything he has with Michonne is the complete opposite of what he had with Lori, and it's glorious, and you can see why they were made for each other and are soulmates, so unless you see that relationship first, it's not gonna have the same impact in my humble opinion.

As for Jessie, and Andy being miserable about Rick's storyline with her on the panels, Jessie is a character (the most generic character you can possibly think of) that shows up closer to the end of season 5, before Rick and Michonne get together, and she's on the show for 14 episodes. Rick is kind of having a bit of a breakdown at this point and he develops a little thing for her but nothing really happens between them. They only share one very chaste kiss, which is shown from a distance. You see, Jessie's kind of a stand-in for his dead wife at this point in his storyline. Her fragility kinda reminds him of her, her husband is abusive and so she's someone he can save like he couldn't save his wife. She's like a second chance for him to save his dead wife, that was her whole purpose.

But the whole thing is just very forced and stupid and nobody wanted it, everybody was already shipping Richonne then for a long time, so it made NO sense. And at the time, the marketing for the show was really pushing this whole Jessie thing, so Andy's miserable on all the panels where that storyline is brought up because he had always wanted Rick and Michonne together, even his mom wanted it, both he and Danai (the actress who plays Michonne) have both said they were always playing romance when it came to Rick and Michonne, and it's very clear from the writing that that's where things were headed, so again, this Jessie person made NO sense. So, on the panels, whenever the Jessie storyline was brought up, Andy would usually keep his head down, hiding behind his hat and wouldn't say anything, wouldn't express anything, only the actress playing Jessie talked. He really just wanted to forget that storyline was a thing at all, it was bad enough he had to play it.

But thankfully, like I said, nothing really happens between them, she's in it for just a few episodes and then Michonne becomes his entire world.

Now, if you only want to watch starting from the point where Rick and Michonne meet, that's right at the end of 3x06. And if you only want to watch from when they get together, that's 6x10. It's still gonna be awesome and amazing, but like I explained, you might not get the FULL experience.

It is indeed many seasons but the first one is only 6 episodes long and from then on, each season is about 13-16 episodes long.

I hope I was able to make things clear for you and if you have any other questions, just ask, I'll be more than happy to answer!

#richonne #one couple to rule them all #rick grimes #michonne #michonne grimes #the walking dead #the ones who live #the walking dead the ones who live #twd #towl #twd towl #andrew lincoln #danai gurira #scott gimple #anti jessie anderson #anti lori grimes

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bucketsofmonsters · 11 months

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The Shapeshifting Detective - Part 7

cw: parental death, grief, referenced murder, allusions to sex work, slow burn, more tags will be added as the story continues

male shapeshifter x fem character

word count: 4k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Kate had been awake for what she was certain must have been hours, just lying there. Too afraid to break this sliver of peace she’d stumbled upon.

The steady rise and fall of her chest naturally mimicked that of Vincent's as she felt it against her side.

The quiet couldn’t last forever. He shifted away from her with a groan. She couldn’t help but wonder if he’d just awoken or if he’d been basking in the moment like she’d been.

“C’mon,” he said, his voice soft. “We gotta go, just follow me.”

She let him pull her to her feet without protest, following quietly behind, the lingering peace of sleep still blanketing her in a calm that she desperately needed.

As she followed behind him, one hand clasped Vincent’s while the other still carried Anne’s dress, cradling it close to her chest as he led her through the streets.

“Where are we going,” she finally asked, feeling disoriented by his route. She was used to main streets and grand entrances, not the back alleys that she was being pulled through now.

“Somewhere safe,” he said plainly, and as her drowsiness began to fade, the evasiveness of his answer struck her.

She was on alert once again and although the streets weren’t ones she was used to, it didn’t take long before some of them became eerily familiar.

As soon as she realized she stopped in her tracks, staying firmly planted in place as Vincent attempted to tug her onwards. “What do you mean somewhere safe? You said she was dangerous.”

“She won’t hurt you, don’t worry,” he tried to reassure her, but the fact that he’d attempted to hide it overrode the sincerity in his tone.

“I don’t even know what she is!”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, but I need to find somewhere safe to bring you and Evelyn is one of my only options.”

A few days ago that wouldn’t have been nearly enough to convince her but a few days ago she had a lot more freedom. “Fine, but you have to tell me what she is. No more vagueness and secrets, I want to know.”

“Do you promise you won’t freak out?”

Kate nodded solemnly.

“Alright, well the closest thing you have in human lore is a vampire.”

Kate gasped, her eyes widening as her hands flew to cover her mouth. “She’s a vampire? Hold on, vampires are real?”

“You promised not to freak out, this looks like freaking out.”

Her mind was already darting through the implications. “Wait, so how many of the creatures in folklore are real?”

“I don’t know, most of them. Can we talk about this later?” he asked as he glanced around.

“That’s wild, that’s… you know, in hindsight, I think I should have seen that coming, she fits it perfectly. She isn’t doing much to hide it, is she?”

“No, she most certainly is not. Can we please go now?”

The new information hadn’t done much to soothe Kate but she let Vincent pull her along once more. She’d already decided to trust him, if he said she’d be safe here she knew that it was true.

Or at least that he believed it.

It was much easier to enter Evelyn’s home through a doorway. Not that she would have had the option. She noticed with a twinge of misplaced pride that all the windows that had previously been left open to air out the rooms were now firmly closed and locked.

Vincent walked in ahead of her and she let him take the lead. As eager as she’d been to run into situations head first, this seemed like one where it was wise to stay back.

She heard the clicking of heels and a familiar voice said, “I swear to god if you’re bringing me another unconscious human I am going to…”

Evelyn stopped in her tracks the second she laid eyes on Kate, her expression shifting from that of vague amusement to a distressed sort of fury.

Vincent gave her an apologetic smile. “Well, she’s not unconscious.”

Her eyes flitted back and forth between you, the moment of angry panic fading back to her practiced lazy confidence. “Vincent, I swear to god, you cannot keep doing this.”

“She needed help!”

“Odd, feels like you can’t seem to stop running into people who need help. I don’t know how I seem to keep missing them. Actually, maybe I prefer it this way. You’re getting too trigger-happy lately. At least this one seems like she’s been invited here, although why you’d do such a thing is beyond me.”

“For the record, I am not trigger-happy. The Daniel thing wasn’t even my idea! She’s the one who knocked him out!” he said, gesturing vaguely in Kate’s direction.

That seemed to pique Evelyn’s interest, her gaze shifting for the first real time, to Kate. No longer was she regarding her like a stray dog Vincent had brought, now she was looking as if she was a real person standing before her.

“Did you?” she prompted, looking Kate up and down, making her squirm a little under the unrelenting inspection.

“I needed to. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

That earned a wry chuckle from her. “Well, at least this one’s more interesting than the last one. She’s got more bite to her. Maybe we will get along.”

Kate winced at the word bite. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”

Kate hadn’t thought that Evelyn could get any more irritated with Vincent but in that moment she was genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

“Now why would she think that’s a joke,” Evelyn asked through gritted teeth.

It was his turn to squirm as she glared at him. “We may have discussed some of your… proclivities.”

Her jaw tightened as she stared Vincent down. “And what else might have you discussed?”

“On the bright side, you don’t need to worry about calling them humans when she walked in. There’s no more game to give away, use all the weird language you’d like.”

Evelyn did not seem to view this as the positive Vincent was attempting to spin it as.

“I am counting the days until you either figure this shit out or give up and frame someone. I can’t even get gray hairs but I swear every time we talk I get closer.”

That perked him up. “About the figuring it out situation…”

Kate cut him off. It was her decision now anyways, he didn’t need to flounder in an attempt to explain. “It’s done, my mother confessed. She hasn’t been arrested yet but it’s only a matter of time.”

“You solved it?” Evelyn asked, giving Kate a once over as she did.

She nodded. “Should’ve done it sooner. It’s my fault it even took as long as it did. But this case will be closed soon, I will make certain of it, do whatever it takes.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow at her statement. “Whatever it takes, huh?”

Kate nodded, her absolute determination refusing to waver.

Vincent cut in, adding, “Also, everyone might currently think Kate did it so that’s a minor roadblock we need to handle. In related news, I’m just gonna leave her here for a couple hours. Just like… 12 hours. Maybe 14.”

Her attention snapped back towards him, losing whatever interest she’d had in Kate. “Vincent! I have appointments tonight, what am I supposed to do?”

“Postpone them?”

If looks could kill, he would be long gone. “You aren’t doing this. I know you aren’t. What has gotten into you? You said you figured it out! That’s it. It’s done, case closed, just go arrest her. We can all celebrate no longer being murder suspects and you can take Kate along as you clear her name.”

“I have to figure some stuff out first.”

She rubbed her temples. “Vincent, I went along with your stupid little plan to unravel all of this instead of just pinning it on someone, please don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t. Just give me a few hours, that’s it.”

“14 hours is not a few hours.”

“You’re the best, thanks!” he called back, already heading towards the door as Evelyn continued to scowl at him.

She spent what felt like an eternity just glaring at the door that was slowly swinging closed with a squeak that seemed deafening in the otherwise quiet room.

Finally, with a huff, she turned her attention back to Kate, saying, “I know this isn’t your fault but I think I might blame you anyways.”

Kate managed a weak smile. “Shame, I thought we could both blame Vincent.”

“I might take you up on that when he gets back. He’d rather listen to his human of the week than me anyways.”

Kate wanted to press that statement and learn more about Vincent but it seemed wise to leave that particular topic alone, at least until Evelyn calmed down.

“Who were you going to pin it on?” she asked instead. It took massive amounts of restraint to not tack a ‘was it me?’ onto the end of her question.

“I couldn’t have cared less. You were at the top of the list until Vincent started fawning over you. Your little fiance was a close second.”

“He’s not my fiance. And the motive isn’t there, it wouldn’t have made sense.”

She rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t matter if it makes sense, just matters that it’s not me.”

“Speaking of my non-fiance, where are they? Him and that detective?” Kate asked as she glanced around, looking for any signs of a makeshift prison.

“Blindfolded and handcuffed to a pipe in a closet. They’re very annoying to take care of, I wanted nothing to do with the matter but the alternative was Vincent taking care of them and I wasn’t about to let that happen.”

“Because they would have escaped under his watch or because he would’ve let them go?”

She waved the question off. “One or the other, impossible to know with him. Although those two don’t really seem like his type, especially not after he met you.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t help but wonder what would it have been like if he’d met one of them first. Maybe he would’ve been by Daniel’s side instead. The thought made her feel a little sick, though she couldn’t fully place why. Pushing it aside, she continued on with her neverending questions.

“What appointments are you missing?”

“I’m supposed to be drinking people’s blood, dear. Amongst other things. Why all the questions, are you interested?”

She smiled and Kate couldn’t tell if she was flirting or teasing her. If she had to bet, she’d put her money on both.

“Do you… kill them?” she asked hesitantly.

“God, you’re so dramatic. No, I don’t kill them. You’d be surprised how many people are ready and willing to participate.”

“You get men to willingly sign up to get their blood drunk?”

“Did I say men?”

“Just any old person then?”

She shrugged and gave Kate a knowing smile. Every smile from her felt almost antagonistic. Like it was meant to be a little frightening, an active attempt to make herself as offputting as possible. “I don’t discriminate. Bloods blood, after all, and a humans a human.”

One thing was missing from her menacing smile though. “You don’t have fangs. Don't vampires usually have fangs?”

The question seemed to catch her genuinely off-guard, reeling back a little before regaining her composure and putting on her imposing little performance once more. “I did. They got filed down, it’s standard practice nowadays. Hurts like hell but they say it's better than being so recognizable, that there are less suspicious ways to draw blood. It’s a shame, I wish I still had them. Fuck what the humans think, I can fend for myself.”

“Wouldn’t that just make everything harder? I imagine the clothes do,” she said, looking down at the intense black that even Kate couldn’t match in her funeral garb.

“It does. I don’t give a shit. We’ve hidden for long enough if you ask me.”

Kate couldn’t help but smile at the thought. She’d spent her whole life hiding and lying, not knowing there was any other option. And then these monsters, these creatures of honesty and bravery appeared and it somehow felt more foreign than anything else they ever could have shown her.

It was overwhelming, being faced with people with so much to lose being so much braver than anyone she’d ever seen, than anything she could ever do.

Now when she thought of returning home, back to normalcy, it wasn’t just dread of the inevitable that filled her. There was something else sneaking in, this sense that she would be choosing this, that she could escape the endless lies and the hiding. After all, they did.

Her breathing got shallower and her chest felt tight right under when she was holding Anne’s dress.

Looking down at it, she came to a decision and the tension dissipated. The dread and the grief couldn’t catch up with her if she just kept moving so that's what she’d do.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” she said with the politest smile she was still capable of. “Do you have somewhere I can change?”

“Where ever you’d like, I don’t mind.”

Kate got the distinct impression Evelyn wouldn’t have minded if she started stripping right there and then but still she wandered off until she found an empty room.

It had a bed in the center with some suspicious stains on it that she tried not to think too hard about and dozens of mirrors lining the perimeter of the room. It wasn’t exactly ideal but it would do for the short time she’d be here.

She had absolutely no intention of staying put, but she knew she couldn’t show up as she was. Even now she wasn’t that reckless. But Vincent had unintentionally given her a disguise and she’d be amiss not to use it.

It was a good bet, no one really noticed the servants, especially if she stuck to herself. The hardest part would be getting out without Evelyn stopping her.

Her attempt to get out of her mourning clothes was not going well. She hadn’t noticed how much she was shaking until she was face to face with the buttons and lacing of her dress.

A familiar, looming presence arrived in the doorway.

Kate could feel her gaze even before she turned to meet Evelyn’s eye.

“It’s polite to knock,” she said, not allowing the woman’s presence to stop her from attempting to free herself of the endless black clothing.

She watched, an amused look on her face as she watched Kate struggle to undo her clothes on her own.

“You need help with that?” Evelyn asked, not even attempting to hide her smile.

“I’m fine,” Kate replied with a huff.

“Seems like it.” She watched as shaky fingers struggled to untie a bow for a few moments more before pacing over and swatting Kate’s hands away.

She pushed Kate’s tensed shoulders down and added, “Relax a little, I don’t bite. Well, I do but that’s beside the point.”

Somehow that didn’t add to Kate’s trust in the woman.

She continued on, barely paying any mind to the rising tension of the girl below her fingertips.

“What do you think of him,” she asked as Kate felt the garment loosen.

“I don’t know. He’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, I guess. Haven’t had much time to think about anything at all lately.” That wasn’t quite true but she was sure Evelyn didn’t want to hear about the neverending flurry of thoughts that plagued her.

Evelyn guided the dress down her arms, the corset loosening around her a few moments later.

She kept talking as she worked. “That boy has a real bleeding heart. I try and get him to loosen up and have some fun and he brings home a handful of strays with sob stories.”

“Is that what I am?” she asked, trying to get a good look at the woman behind her through the mirrors. “One of his strays?”

“I don’t know. Usually, he moves them along pretty quickly, tries not to get too attached. With you, well, I think it might be too late for that. Good luck getting rid of him now, I certainly haven’t had any luck with it.”

The last remnants of her mourning garb fell to the ground and before Kate could protest that she could take it from here Evelyn was already helping her into Anne’s clothes.

“Are you trying to?”

“Not really. But don’t tell him that, I have to keep up pretenses. I would ruin my brand if people found out I wasn’t a heartless bitch.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think there’s any danger of that.”

“Be careful. What is it they say about glass houses?”

As Evelyn finished, Kate looked at herself in Anne’s clothes in one of the many mirrors lining the walls, but Evelyn didn’t seem interested in leaving. She hovered just behind Kate, eyes roaming her without so much as a care about Kate’s feelings on being inspected.

Her head cocked to the side as if trying to get a new angle on Kate. “Your mind is elsewhere. What’s going on up there?”

“I need to go back.”

“I know. That’s why you’re getting dressed, isn’t it?”

“Vincent wouldn’t want me to go,” Kate blurted out.

Evelyn looked around the room. “Huh, I had no idea he’d snuck back in here. Making decisions for you before I could even lay eyes on him, how does he do it? Go. Do what you need to do. If he comes back early I’ll handle it.”

“Promise?”

“In regards to you sneaking out? Sure. I make no promises about anything else you might do. I have evidence of how easily you get carried away tied up in the other room, I’m not that foolish.”

“Thank you,” she said, and she wondered if Evelyn could hear her sincerity or if she’d gotten so used to faking it over the years that no one could tell any longer.

Getting home was easy. She lived in this city her whole life, lived there for so long, she could find her way home from anywhere.

It filled her with unease the second she laid eyes on it but the emotion didn’t feel out of place. It had always been there, bottled up with every other emotion.

She managed to make her way past people of various stations as she slipped inside, avoiding eye contact and keeping her head down as much as she could.

She was so set on keeping her head down and out of trouble that she didn’t even see her coming until she heard the faint gasp.

Her head rose to see Anne backing away from her, hands raised in a quiet surrender, like she was a wild animal who could pounce at any moment.

“Kate,” she said quietly. “You shouldn’t be here.”

She hadn’t been certain why she was coming back until this moment, with Anne in front of her. Before it was just the need to keep pushing forward propelling her, sending her back again. But now, staring down the person who’d been her only friend, she knew exactly why she was here. “I needed to come back.”

Anne kept backing slowly away, edging towards the door. “No, you didn’t. There’s nothing left here. Now I know we didn’t leave off on the best terms but you shouldn’t do anything rash.”

“I didn’t… you’re scared of me.” The observation felt like a punch in the gut, all of the air being sucked out of her.

“No, I’m not,” she said too quickly in a voice a little higher than it should’ve been.

“Please don’t do this. I’m still Kate, I’m still…”

But was she? She wasn’t even sure she could recognize the Kate that Anne knew anymore. For so long, that was the closest to honesty she’d gotten, and yet now that girl felt like just as much of a stranger as everyone else did with their own unique set of lies.

“Yeah, of course you are,” she said, in a desperate attempt to placate her.

There was nothing she could do to fix this. Not this version of her, not this person who Anne didn’t know. Kate had pushed her away at just the wrong time and now Anne was scared of her and there was nothing she could do to change that.

Anne finally seemed to decide she’d edged close enough to the door, turning heel and running through the doorway.

A few moments later, a familiar detective walked through the door, presumably retracing Anne’s panicked steps.

Worry creased his brow as he laid eyes on Kate. “What’re you doing here?” he asked, rushing to her side. He pulled her chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his in an attempt to ground her. “You shouldn’t be here. I’ve got this, you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“No. I… I needed to be here.”

He glanced nervously behind him as he spoke. “Alright, we have bigger problems right now. Is she going to tell someone you’re here? Do we need to run or can you just hide?”

And she didn’t know. She has no idea if her best friend in the world was turning her in as they spoke.

The most she could manage was a shrug and then they were off, Vincent dragging her behind him.

This time there were no arguments as he took her back to Evelyn, shouting, “I told you to keep her here,” as soon as he entered.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. “She wanted to leave, what was I supposed to do, lock her up?’

He was wide-eyed and disheveled, looking more frustrated than Kate had ever seen him before. Evelyn stood as confident as ever.

Kate just let them bicker, Vincent furious and insisting she could’ve been hurt while Evelyn tried to remind him that it wasn’t his choice to make.

“What were you even doing there?” Kate finally asked, cutting off their fighting in an attempt to make sense of as much of this as she could.

“Talking to your mother, trying to get her to recant her statement. To give you an escape route, if you needed one. I think if you let me try for longer, I might be able to-”

“Please stop.”

He shook his head, “No, I really think it’s possible.”

He didn’t get it. She had to make him get it. “And who then? If not her, then who? What innocent soul are we sacrificing if it's not my mother? “

“I don’t know, we’ll figure it out.”

“No, let’s talk about it right now. Maybe Evelyn, what about that? She’s an easy target.”

He looked like a kicked puppy but she couldn’t stop. She needed him to understand. “You’re not being fair…”

“Okay, not her. Blame it on one of the staff then. They had easy access, I’m sure we could come up with a motive. I’ve got an easy one, just say it was Anne. Everyone knows we’re close, it would be an easy sell.”

“Stop it.”

“I can’t. I can’t stop until you understand.” She got more and more frantic the more she spoke. “ It has to be her. She did this. I know she’s my mother and I know you feel for her but I also know that we can’t just leave this be. He’s dead and she did it and that has to be it. I need that to be it.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay, that’s it then.”

“That’s it?” she asked, and she hated how small she sounded.

“That’s it. Your call.”

She expected to have to fight harder but he backed down. He’d been telling the truth, she supposed. It was up to her, her choice to make.

She opened her mouth to thank him but before anything could be said, a knock on the door echoed through the room.

Kate and Vincent turned to look but Evelyn sprung right into action. She manhandled Kate into the closest cupboard, shutting the door after hissing at her to stay absolutely quiet.

She held her breath as she stood in the wooden box that was barely big enough to fit her. The front door swung open and Evelyn alone greeted the people at the door, Vincent off somewhere. Maybe he was hiding in some other equally cramped space.

Her blood ran cold as she heard a few words through the door, muffled talk about warrants making its way to her.

The police were here. If they found her she would be arrested but worse than that, there were two kidnapped people in this house, kidnapped people who knew far too much.

If they found and freed them, that was it. Evelyn would be arrested and what would Vincent even be able to do? Harvey and Daniel would hear tales about all the things they managed to do despite having been kidnapped and they’d all know. Vincent would have to just go, leave the two of them at the mercy of the law, or worse, he’d try something stupid and all three of them would get hurt.

Kate did the only thing she could think of. She took one final, deep breath as she stepped out of the cupboard

“I’m in here,” Kate called, praying she could convince the police that Evelyn had no idea she was hiding here, that at the very least she could protect someone.

It certainly got their attention. Barely a moment had passed before she was being restrained and hauled towards the door.

On her way out she passed Evelyn, giving some sob story to the officer in front of her.

In one fleeting moment of eye contact, as Kate was pulled out, she saw a gleam of acknowledgment in her eyes, a quiet thank you that turned to fear once more before any of the officers even had time to notice.

It was in Evelyn’s hands now. Kate was shoved into the back of a police wagon as she sent a silent ‘good luck’ to the pair she was leaving behind. She had a feeling they’d all need it.

#the shapeshifting detective #terato #monster bf #monster boyfriend #monster x human #shapeshifter #Evelyn my beloved <3 #we’re almost done folks

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plushietoon · 1 month

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How about 4?

(Because of the reblog)

Hope everything's fine! ✌️

WarioWare Fan Ask Game!

4. Do you have any personal headcanons or interpretations of the characters? (In relation to design, hobbies, connections to other characters, etc)

Tagging @freakattack since they asked about this too. But I will squeeze in more headcanons in that post >:3 (please do not worry I will indulge in stuff here too)

I've been obsessed with this series since 2018, so I have like, about 6 years of headcanons. This does not include me goofing off with the Thangs in my youth, though I love them dearly. ...it's just that this love is overshadowed by ninjas.

Here's a chunk of headcanons:

Orbulon is squishy and very capable of transformation. I'm stealing the idea from @the-ren-amamiya that he cannot change his eyes when transforming into other beings so he still just wears his shades. He fluctuates between both lanky and chubby depending on his mood, but I like thinking of a middle ground between the two...like give him his boots back, please...

Him, Red, and Ana have gotten into transformation antics because we cannot forget that Red is both Ashley's wand and broom. It is very hard to beat those three when they are hiders in hide and seek. I like @scarlett-v-the-fox's idea that Red's transformations must contain the color red somewhere on him. So between that and Orbulon's eyes, only Ana can do a perfect 1 to 1 transformation when she feels like it.

In speaking of Ana, she's a bit like Ash's Pikachu because she likes contorting herself to partially resemble others to emphasize who's she's (or Kat are) talking about. That or she has a non verbal episode...she has quite a few moments where she doesn't want to talk, or simply can't. Yes I am a bit of a believer she has some neurodivergence, because I am in that boat of being neurodivergent and she has the vibes™.

Shadow was specifically bred to be a dog that's an expert in ninjutsu. Most doggos can't quite just turn into a sword. So in a sense, he's an inheritance from the ninja parents...or clan. Honestly I should pull up my notes on how...distant the parents are...if I can find them.

If you know me, you know I am very fixated on the idea that Ana and Lulu end up as besties. Ana still loves Kat. It's just that on the few occasions where Kat isn't around, there was a time Ana latched onto Lulu 'cause next best thing...that and they both love wearing dresses and eating. Ana cannot talk Kat into the whole frilly dress up time. It may not make full sense in most's lores and maybe even canon, but the one I developed with a close friend has those two also be supportive of one another in developing a sense of self. ...I really need to finish that fic where as (pre?) teens where pageant violence happens. ...It's not exactly as exciting as it sounds, but let's just say Ana defended Lulu who was being harassed by others for not being conventionally pretty.

I used to believe that the Thangs literally lived in Club Sugar. It's a tall building, and I tried to recreate that in the Sims 4. That isn't true anymore but Mr. Sugar still has to deal with the Thangs on a 20/7 basis. Also Mr. Sugar has a instagram for his kitty Bochi.

Miyakiyo has a YouTube Channel featuring her dog Jack, the doggo in the "Shake!" microgame from the first game. It's very much like like Maya the Polar Bear, and it's quite popular. She took advantage of the fact that WarioWare featured Jack in a microgame, especially because Wario ain't paying the royalties to feature that doggo. Of course, the twins are still good friends with Miyakiyo and Jack. I just haven't quite decided Miyakiyo's age.

Bridget and Sal Out are rivals...but are much friendlier to each other compared to how Vanessa treats them and Mona.

The doctor from "Listen to the Doctor" has 2 offices, with the one at Caresaway Isle as his vacation workplace. The nurse he works with tends to the one in Diamond City when he's away to that island. Yes he is absolutely the primary care doctor to all of the WarioWare cast.

I have a lot but I'll share more in other posts. Again, got 6 years of being fixated on this series. Feel free to ask for any specifics and what not!

#warioware #plush blabs #headcanon #as for me i'm struggling but i'm here

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s-creations · 4 months

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Fire & Thunder - Chapter 3

The BeanBean Kingdom, one that has been in self-exile for centuries, has finally broken their silence. Arriving to the Mushroom Kingdom with the plan to help their heroes learn how to use their powers.

Training, unfortunately, was just one hurtle to jump over.

Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: Teen and UP Audiences Relationship: Luigi/Prince Peasley, Mario/Princess Peach, Mario & Luigi & Wario & Waluigi Additional Tags: Needed Training, The Main Villain Makes An Appearance, Growing Relationships, Character Lore?, In My Stories?, It’s More Likely Than You Think.

“Well, at least we didn’t need to go too far.” Wario commented with a weak laugh.

Mario’s eyes had shifted down at the abandoned Toad Town. Shivering weakly seeing a few Boos appeared on occasion, floating around. He quickly turned away to face the newly constructed fortress that just barely touched the edge of the Mushroom Kingdom’s border.

Clearly a taunt.

Even from a distance, they could see the place crawling with soldiers.

“Do we remember the plan?” Mario asked. The other three silently nodded. “Alright…try and get out as quickly as possible.”

At that, they separated. Mario went straight to the front of the castle. While the other three gave a wide berth in order to find another, more quiet, way in. Wario watched Mario’s progress with worried eyes.

Said hero proudly walked towards the castle entrance. Seeming uncaring as spears were pointed at him. Allowed an easy pass by and walked into the large structure without a fight. No doubt Bowser warned his minions to not even think about touching the hero.

“Mario’s in,” Waluigi mumbled weakly, “Now it’s our turn.”

Their entrance appeared in the form of a window. Or an open section of the quickly constructed stone wall that would count as a ‘window’. The area seemed wonderfully empty of soldiers.

“Should we be worried about this? It’s so quiet for them to be expecting us to show up.” Luigi stated nervously.

“Probably,” Wario replied as Waluigi readied the grappling hook, “Let’s look on the bright side of this. If it's a trap, at least they were kind enough to present an easy way in.”

“If that’s our bright side, we’re dead before we know it.” Waluigi said dryly.

“At least you’re our ray of sunshine through all of this.”

“Shut up.”

The grappling hook was quickly launched. Said item connecting onto the window ledge with a heavy sounding ‘tink’. Once it was checked for being secure, Luigi wrapped his arms around the taller brother, Wario claiming the other side. Both clinging onto Waluigi tightly as the grappling hook easily lifted all three of them up. Feeling slightly strange as they clambered through the window as quickly as they could. It wasn’t graceful, but at least they were in.

It was a little unnerving with how quiet it was.

As Waluigi put the tool away, Luigi silently motioned for the other two to follow him close. Even if this was a newly constructed fortress, the layout was the same from what Luigi could remember. Even then, it was a slow process getting down to the lower levels of the large structure. Needing to hide away and duck into darkened corners to avoid the rather large number of soldiers.

“There are a lot of people here,” Wario grumbled, “I was kind of hoping it’d be relatively empty.”

“We knew this wasn’t going to be easy,” Waluigi quickly replied back, “Come on, we need to keep moving.”

They’d finally reached the ground level of the castle when they heard Bowser let out a loud roar. The ground violently shook as no doubt some attack was launched. To whom from whom was unknown.

Wario barely avoided Luigi when the younger twin had come to a harsh stop. His eyes on the doorway leading to the grand hall.

The eldest brother placed his hand on Luigi’s shoulder, trying to gently pull him away. “Mario can handle himself. We have our own job to do.”

There was still some reluctance in moving, but Luigi eventually allowed himself to be pulled away.

The Koopa Troopa was completely unaware of the trio closing in on them as they patrolled the dungeon entrance. Their squawk of surprise cut off when Luigi forced their beak closed. Being pushed back until their shell collided with the wall.

“We know you have Prince Peasley and the sisters here,” the human hissed out,” You’re going to tell us where they are. Got it?”

The Koopa nervously nodded.

“Okay, I’m going to let go of your beak. You’re going to give us the cell numbers, right?”

The Koopa’s eyes darted over to Waluigi as he leaned in with a heavy sneer on his face, “If you think about screaming, I will make you regret it. A slow and painful regret.”

Another, more frantic, nod.

“T-The sisters are on level B, cell 24,” the Koopa spat out instantly the moment they could, “The prince is level F, cell 54.”

“Why is Peasley that low?” Luigi nervously asked.

“Because I don’t believe plant beings do so well in low light situations.” Wario mumbled.

He easily plucked the Koopa from Luigi’s hold, said “Thanks for the assist,” and headbutted them. The Koopa crumpled to the floor the next second. They were stripped of their armor and spear, which was then placed on Luigi.

“You sure that will be enough?” Wario frowned.

“No, but it’s not like I have a lot of choices at the moment.”

“Fair.”

“Be aware. Once we get the sisters out, they’ll ring the alarm and you’ll be a large target. Try and get out as fast as you can.” Waluigi advised as he and his brother pulled out their hammers.

Luigi merely nodded back.

Descending the stairwell, the three departed ways. All mumbling a quick ‘Good luck’ as they left. Luigi continued further down while the other two stayed on the level they arrived on.

“21… 22… 23… 24! Over here!” Wario whispered out. Picking up the pace as he neared the target. Inside the cell, the sisters looked up with a look of relief.

“You two took your time.” Merri said casually. Calmly leaving the cell once the door was opened. Gigi all too happy to rush over to wrap her arms around Waluigi.

Wario raised a brow with a smirk to Merri. “Was that sarcasm?”

“Maybe.”

“As charming as this is, we need to get going, now,” said Waluigi.

“Where are the others?” Gigi asked as they took off.

“Uh, Luigi’s getting the prince and Mario’s facing off with Bowser to get our princess out.” Wario replied calmly as he took the lead.

Merri gasped, “You left them alone?”

“Eh, they’ll be fine. They seem to work better under extreme pressure anyway.”

“Don’t suppose we could get a clean exit with the front door,” said Waluigi.

“We’ll see. Fastest out is our best out and, honestly, that’s just back the way we came.”

All four tensed and looked up when the alarm sounded. Which was followed by furious yells and thunderous footsteps.

“Joy,” Waluigi grumbled.

“Welp, time to go!”

Hefting his hammer up onto his shoulder, Wario took the lead once more. Letting out a laugh as he fell the first wave of Koopa’s who had been rushing down the narrow stairs. Grabbing a shell and, knocking it with his hammer, has it ricocheting off the walls to push those trying to make their way down. Waluigi focused on helping the sisters along while covering their backs. Allowing his brother to go as crazy as he wanted.

“He’s…really enjoying himself.” Gigi nervously commented.

Waluigi snorted, “Wario does love his destruction…when allowed.”

To some relief, the doors to the Grand Hall were still closed. Which meant Bowser was still focusing on Mario. But that also meant the small worry of knowing that the human was still on his own. And that the small group had to face the mess on their own to get out of there.

Waluigi snorted as the three of them entered the front entrance to find the soldiers already down. His brother cackled gleefully as he continued on.

“Is this normal?” Merri asked.

“Shockingly, yes. But it’s been awhile since he was really able to go all out.”

Letting out a grunt, Wario shouldered his hammer once more. Kicking open the large double doors to the charred and blackened land that counted as their freedom. “Come on you three! Let’s get out of here before something goes-”

Waluigi didn’t hear the end of that sentence.

Something heavy hit him in the back, right between his shoulder blades. It wasn’t just a heavy hit as it was accompanied with a nasty shock to his system. Causing him to kneel as he tried to catch his breath. He could have sworn he heard the sisters scream his name in panic. But he was in so much pain he couldn’t really say anything back.

When his senses did return to him, Waluigi found himself kneeling on the ground. Looking up to see the retreating backs of the sisters as they fled the structure. Feeling restored to his back informed there was something heavy, but comforting, resting on him. Turning to see Wario standing over him. Giving a death glare to something behind the taller brother.

“What…was it?” Waluigi choked out.

Wario, not looking away from whatever was above them, growled out, “We have unwelcome company.”

“You are the unwelcomed company!” A high pitched voice called out with an indignant tone.

Waluigi let out a low sigh, “Is that Kamek?”

“Yep.”

“Wonderful.” Waluigi held out a hand which Wario grabbed onto, pulling his brother back onto his feet.

Both brandished their own hammer as they faced Kamek. The magic user hovering over the two with a look of absolute disgust written on his face.

“I knew something was up when the hero just meandered in. Even more so knowing how abrasive you two are,” Kamek’s scowl deepened, “How disgusting to know varmint like you can’t keep their nose out of where it doesn’t belong.”

“You’re making a rather large assumption about the two of us,” Wario growled back, “Especially since we’ve never met before.”

“Or are you just commenting on us because of our dear old man?” Waluigi coolly added on.

They both got a bit of satisfaction watching Kamak tighten the grip on his wand.

“You are both just as slimy as he is.” Kamek let out a shriek as a Koopa shell was knocked his way.

“As delightful as this conversation is, it’s becoming rather stale.” said Waluigi.

Wario raised his own hammer, “So, are you going to fight us or not?”

The warlock’s sneer turned to a sharp smirk. “Don’t suppose I should pass up the opportunity to end your bloodline. Very well then, let’s see how you handle this.”

Wario and Waluigi tensed as a heavy wave of magic fell over the area. Pressing themselves back to back as the soldiers around them suddenly started to stand once more. Fear rising as flesh and muscle began to melt away, leaving gray bone exposed to the elements. Moans of agony turned to hisses of anger as red eyes narrowed on the brothers. Both of them watched with abject horror as figures of bones and calcified shells stalked towards them.

“Did you just kill your own men?” Wario called out, stomach rolling with fear.

“Well, not intentionally. It was supposed to be a permanent healing spell. I suppose you can’t be hurt if you can’t feel anything. Zombie soldiers work just as well as living ones!” Kamek cackled, “You two enjoy yourselves!”

And with that, Kamek left with a puff of smoke.

“This is absolutely disturbing.” Waluigi muttered.

Wario let out a grunt as he swung his hammer. Wincing as the nearest Koopa’s dropped into a pile of broken bones. “Positive side is they go down a little bit easier.”

“I’m not going to-”

“We can contemplate over how messed up this is later. Right now, we’re on a rescue mission. In and out, working on the out.”

Waluigi grumbled weakly but didn’t argue back. Opting to put his effort in swinging his own hammer to fall another round of Koopas. It was an uncomfortable slow process they were making towards the large entrance. Feeling as if two being knocked down suddenly brought back six more.

“Is it just me,” Wario called out over the rather loud hisses, “or are there more of these minions than before?”

Waluigi didn’t reply back right away. Nervously, he looked back to where they’d just cleared. Eyes widening with absolute fear as he watched the fallen Koopas reassemble themselves.

“Shit- They’re putting themselves back together!”

“They’re what!?” Wario grunted as he kicked a Koopa away, “Well, what an uncomfortable discovery.”

“Are they going to follow us?”

“Let’s just worry about getting out first before we worry about that possible future.”

As if they didn’t have enough to worry about, their panic rose as the doors leaning to the Great Hall, where Mario had been fighting Bowser, began to slowly open. Unable to look away as their eyes were trapped on the growing darkness, even as the undead Koopa’s started to claw at their arms and legs.

Both wondered who was going to be walking out.

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“Come now, Princess, aren’t you excited? We might be entering into a new chapter for our kingdoms. One final hurrah to see how powerful your little ‘hero’ is before being respectfully crushed. How shameful will it feel seeing your so-called savior fall just as quickly as he rose to power.”

Peach refused to look up from the floor of her hanging prison. Doing her best to ignore how heated the metal and air was. Sweat trickling down the back of her neck.

“Princess, haven’t you been taught that it’s rude to ignore a conversation directed to you? I would assume that Toad guardian of yours would have trained you better.”

That got Peach to glare up at the grinning Koopa. “What is your intention behind all of this? The kidnapping, the destruction, you can’t just want blood spilled. What do you want from us?”

“A Koopa can’t have their own goals?” Bowser growled out.

“Not when said Koopa is destroying everything he touches! This world does not belong to you-”

“The universe belongs to me!” Peach flinched away as Bowser snapped at the cage, “I’m sorry that you don’t see the vision that I do. But you and I are destined for amazing things and those worms are not going to ruin it.”

“Your vision is to see the world burn.”

“Exactly.”

Peach fearfully shook her head. “You…can’t be serious.”

“This world is rightfully mine and no one will stand in my way. In our way.”

“I am not helping you!”

“You don’t have a choice.”

Gripping the nearest bars, Peach leaned forward to glare at Bowser the best she could. “Mario and Luigi will stop you.”

The Lord of the Koopas laughed at that. “You mean the lowly coward and burnt out shrimp? I’ve already planned in which order of who’s going to die. This little resistance of yours is about to turn into ash.”

Bowser only turned due to the large double doors of the Grand Hall slowly opening. Mario was shepherded by a few armed Koopas, each keeping an eye on the human. Only leaving when Bowser gave the silent orders for them to do so.

Mario’s eyes flickered up to Peach for a brief second before going back to the towering Koopa.

“I’m both surprised and pleased to see that you’ve arrived.” said Bowser, stalking closer with a sharp toothed grin on his face.

Mario puffed up in an attempt to appear intimidating, “You think I would just ignore this?”

“With what Kamek reported to me, it was a pretty big assumption. You were apparently underwhelming with the use of your stolen ability.”

“It’s not stolen-” Mario took a slight step back as Bowser landed a warning hit close to where he stood. The foundation cracked dangerously as the Koopa leaned closer to the hero. Smoke pouring out from Bowser’s nostrils.

“Only the Koopa lineage can carry this power, “Bowser growled out, “There is no reason for a pitiful little human to have it.”

“Look, I don’t know how this works either! We’re all just as confused as you are! But I know I didn’t steal these powers. They’re mine and I’ll be using them to take you down.”

“Well, if you’re so bound and determined. Let’s see how well you can manage this.”

Mario darted back hearing the familiar deep crackling sound emitting from Bowser. Just barely avoiding the stream of fire, jumping behind the nearby pillar of already cracking rock. The human tried not to wince as the heat steadily grew. Said protective barrier was broken away, causing Mario to rush away once more. Where he had been standing now holding deep claw marks.

“Where are you going, oh great hero,” Bowser called out, stalking forward as Mario clearly attempted to find some way to fight back, “I thought you were going to stop me? Show me how well you are at using ‘your’ powers.”

Mario ducked and rolled out of the way as a new flow of flames were sent his way. Unintentionally stumbling back into the empty area. Eventually turning to where Peach was being held captive. Said princess watching on fearfully.

It was a stupid idea. Even before Mario moved he knew this was a gamble. But at that moment, he knew what his main goal was, and he had to take every opportunity to get Peach out.

So, he raced towards the hanging cage. Trying to ignore the heavy footfalls and scraping claws tearing at the ground drawing closer.

Briefly happy in knowing he could at least still make his impressive jumps, Mario only made it to the top of the throne. Getting a momentary look at Peach once more before being knocked away. Colliding hard with the nearest wall. Mario let out a pained gasp as the air was pushed out of his lungs. Eventually collapsing onto the ground.

“How boring,” Bowser slowly moved towards Mario, who was trying to quickly get back up.

“Bowser, stop this!” Peach desperately called out.

“I had been so hopeful for one last good fight before your life ended.” The Koopa laughed as he watched Mario needing to lean against the wall to keep himself up right. “What are you doing? It would be best for you to just lay down and just accept your fate.”

“I’m…not going to do that,” Mario panted out, “If I’m breathing…I’m going to try bring you down… In any way I can.”

The hero did his best to glare at Bowser, “You don’t get to just threaten my family and my home because you think you deserve it.”

“It’s going to please me crushing you beneath my hand once your ash. I suppose I should say you were an enjoyable pest. I could. But having you out of my shell is going to be satisfying. One less thing to worry about. Be kind enough to hold still, this might be quick if you do.”

Mario had just cleared his mind enough to push himself off the wall when the familiar crackling sound of fire sounded once more. He was unable to move fast enough when the stream of fire reached him. Only able to raise his arms in a weak attempt to defend himself.

Expect…

The fire didn’t hit him.

Breathing slowly, Mario cracked open his eyes in worrying anticipation. Had Bowser missed? Was he already dead? What was going on?

Hand still up, Mario chanced a peek as to what was happening. Fire did surround him. It arched and curved to form a protective barrier around. Upon looking closer, Mario recognized that this fire was the deep shade of red instead of the brilliant orange.

It was his fire.

His fire was protecting him.

The familiar warmth spread through his body.

It.

Felt.

Amazing.

“Alright then,” Mario whispered, “Let’s see what we can do.”

Mario was able to slowly get back onto his feet. Even with the strong barrier around him, Browser’s fire was pushed back hard. Once gaining his footing was Mario able to make his way forward.

Bowser only took notice of this when the fire bubble that was supposed to be Mario’s charred body grew closer. Cutting on his fire to try and figure out what was happening.

Resulting in Mario landing a fire full punch to the Koopa’s stomach. Bowser knocked back a few good feet. Landing hard on his back, spikes on his shell carving into the ground.

A surprised quiet fell over the area for a few seconds. Mario eventually letting out a relieved laugh as he covers his hands in fire once more. “Well, you wanted to see how I can use these powers. Come on then!”

Bowser let out a low growl, crawling onto his fours and launching towards the human.

If the Koopa was annoyed by Mario’s movements before, it was far worse with the human now able to use the ability. The hero learned quickly that he could launch himself further, punch hard, move faster due to the strong pulse of air that his fire created when landing a hit.

Even with carrying numerous signs of battle damage, Mario was still going strong. Bowser soon enough overwhelmed with the barrage of attacks landing on him. Unable to keep up as the human practically bounced around the room.

The finishing blow arrived when Mario, perched on the actual ceiling, right above Bowser, pushed down. Both fists held out to land directly on the top of the Koopa’s head. Said being in effect being pushed down hard enough to become half buried. The rest of his body fell limp as he was knocked out.

Mario stumbled as he attempted to keep his footing. Taking a few minutes to collect himself. Breathing slowly as the fires died down, leaving him actually smoking.

Peach watched in quiet shock as Mario made his way to her once more.

“Are you okay?” Mario called out. Peach slowly nodded. The cage descended, touching the ground with a heavy thump.

“I’m sorry,” the hero started weakly, “This…This shouldn’t have happened. Rather poor attempt at being a hero if I can’t keep you safe… I’m just… I’m sorry I-”

Mario faltered when lips suddenly covered his. Brain slowly informing the stunned hero that he was being kissed.

Further information, Peach was kissing him.

Directly.

On his mouth.

Moving far slower than he should have Mario happily kissed back.

Both pulling away, panting softly, with Peach pressing their foreheads together.

“Maybe…not the best place to share our first kiss.” She said weakly.

“I think it works just fine,” Mario squeaked out, “I mean, we’re around these kinds of castles so often… We should leave now. While we still have a clear out.”

They shuffled slowly and cautiously past the fallen Koopa. Having a slight moment of panic when Mario’s legs gave out. But they were able to eventually reach the heavy doors. Opening it to the strangest thing they’d seen yet.

Wario and Waluigi trapped among a sea of undead, skeletal Koopas.

“What is happening out here!” Mario called out.

“Oh, hey you two,” Wario called back, “Welcome to Hell!”

“What is this!?”

Waluigi grunted as he swung his hammer down, replying with, “Blame Kamek, I have no idea what he did. But this is his mess.”

Peach let out a shriek as some of the Koopas had turned towards them. Even with how exhausted he was, Mario engulfed his hand in fire once more to engage the approaching enemies.

It was more than a little unnerving when the skeletal figures let out shrieks of pain before turning to ash when Mario landed a hit.

“Oh my goodness,” Peach whispered fearfully.

Even with how sick he felt about it, Mario knew this was the best way to get out. He kept Peach behind him while burning a path for them. Reaching the brothers with relative ease. Who were looking more than a little surprised by the sudden over the powers.

“You absolute showoff,” Wario grumbled playfully.

“Where’s Luigi?” Mario panted out.

“Either already outside or still trying to break Peasley out.”

“We can’t wait for him if it’s the latter,” Waluigi said quickly, “We’re surrounded and Peach needs to be our first priority.”

Mario huffed, “Right, you’re right. I’ll lead. You two just keep them away from Peach.”

Mario never thought he would be so relieved to see the ashened sky and burnt ground to better signify their escape. He called for everyone out, facing the horde of undead once more. Breathing slowly, he concentrated as he formed a sphere of fire between his hands. Having it grow to the size of his chest before launching it into the mass. Mario quickly closed the double doors before the fireball hit the ground. The human wincing as the shrieks of the fallen reached an uncomfortable pitch, the world falling quiet soon after.

Peeking back in, Mario shivered seeing the giant piles of ash that remained.

“That was horrible…” Mario slowly stepped away, wide eyes going to Peach, “Did…Did I just-”

“They were already gone before you showed up,” Waluigi stepped in quickly, “Honestly, you did them all a favor.”

“But-”

“They kept coming back. They couldn’t remain dead. You helped them. Just…hold onto that. Now, come one, we need to get away from here and find the sisters.”

Peach took Mario’s hand as the hero remained frozen. Gently leaning him away from the closed doors. They joined up with the sisters soon enough.

Merri rushed over as Mario drew closer, wrapping her arms around the hero with glee. “You did it! I saw that fireball you created! That was amazing, you have such control now!”

Letting out a small laugh, Mario hugged back, “T-Thanks Merri… Luigi and Peasley, are they here?”

“We’ve not seen them,” Gigi replied shakily, “Just you all…”

The group let out a panicked ‘No!’ as Mario attempted to go back.

“You’re exhausted, you can’t go back.” Peach said softly.

“But if they’re in there-”

“Then we’ll go,” Wario huffed, “What are you, crazy? You need to stay here.”

“What if there are more of those…things?”

“Then we’ll deal with them. Come on Waluigi-”

“Wait!” Gigi perked up, pointing towards the entrance. Where a lone figure was rushing out. “Is that Prince Peasley?”

“Oh goodness, it is. Peasley!” Peach desperately called out. All greeting the clearly distraught prince with the best comfort they could provide at that moment as he basically collapsed.

“Sire, you’re so pale.”

“Are you hurt- oh, well, of course you are. B-But anything that needs immediate attention?”

“What happened-”

“Luigi!” Peasley choked out, pointing back towards the fortress, eyes on Mario, “I don’t know what he’s planning. But he told me to run and-”

They fell quiet when the ground violently shook. All watching on in stunned silence as the fortress began to crumble. Green bolts of energy lashing out sporadically as it all began to sink into the ground.

“Luigi!”

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With how much noise this suit was making, Luigi swore he was going to be found out at any moment. But it was a brief moment of relief when he reached the final level. Raising the visor of his newly acclaimed helmet to get a better look around. Trying to figure out where to go next. Made relatively easy when one side only held four empty cells.

He raced off once more to his left. Worry steadily rising the colder it became.

‘Plant beings don’t do so well in low light situations.’

“Where are you Peasley?” Luigi frantically whispered.

The answer came in the form of a pale green arm reaching the lowest point the fortress had to offer. Said arm laying limp over the iron bar.

“Peasley!” Luigi called out. Quickly kneeling down in front of where the prince laid. Removing the armor gloves to hold onto the hand close.

Said prince was leaning against the wall, the rest of his skin almost white with how much color he’d lost. Golden hair a withered gray and appearing stringy. Eyes opened slightly as Peasley’s head rolled over to face Luigi properly, even his eyes had become a dull brown.

“...What are you wearing?” Peasley couldn’t help but chuckle.

Laughing back with a wobble smile, Luigi replied back with, “I thought I would dress the part. Knight in shining armor, yeah?”

Peasley laughed at that. “Don’t suppose you have keys with you?”

“Uh…no, but I do have an idea. Hold on.”

Picking the spear back up, Luigi shoved it into the hinges on the cell door and began to lift. Eventually shedding the armor in order to get better movement. Eventually letting out a cry of triumph as the door fell away. Peasley watched in awe as the chunk of cell clattered to the ground.

“How did you do that?” The prince asked as Luigi picked him up.

“Rushed jobs make for shabby work. Do you know where they took you rapier?”

“It’s not important.”

“But-”

“I promise you, it’ll be fine. I would just like to leave.”

“Okay. Let’s make this quick then.”

With Peasley moved onto his back with the spear being used for the prince to ‘sit’ on, Luigi made for the exit. They both winced when they came across a number of fallen Koopas. All knocked out cold as Luigi carefully stepped around them all.

“What do you think happened to them?” Peasley asked.

“If I had to take a guess…Wario.”

Entering the large entry way, they took a pause. Now confused by the piles of ashes that littered the area. The air seemed heavy with fear and something…darker.

“This is so disturbing. Is this normal for you?”

“No…”

They both jumped hearing a low growl sounding from the Grand Hall. It was low but echoed through the empty space.

“That was Bowser.” Peasley frantically whispered out.

“I don’t hear anyone else,” Luigi whispered back, “If Mario’s fought him, my bro’s already out. As well as everyone else. Bowser may be waking up…”

“What do we do?”

Luigi looked around. Eyes falling on numerous cracks that were surrounding them. The human slowly realized that the fortress was close to breaking down.

It just needed one more good push…

“Do you think you can walk on your own?” Luigi asked.

“Y-Yeah… Yeah, I should be okay.”

Luigi allowed the prince back onto the ground, he offered a smile. Happy to see that Preasley was looking far greener than before.

Another growl sounded. Followed by something heavy being scrapped along the ground.

“Do you think you can make it out on your own?”

Peasley paused, clearly thinking it through with eyes slowly widening in worry. “Luigi-”

“Can you?”

“...Yes.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to find Mario?”

“Yes, but Luigi-”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

Peasley sputtered weakly, feeling his cheeks heat up while Luigi looked back desperately.

“I…would love to.”

“Good… Now go.”

“But-” Peasley stumbled slightly as Luigi gently pushed him towards the exit.

Bowser let out an annoyed roar.

“Go!”

Peasley tore off toward the door and the way to freedom.

On his part, Luigi turned his attention to the situation at hand. Which, more literally, was the metal spear held in his hand. Pointedly ignoring how the ground held steady vibrations, no doubt from Bowser now moving. Luigi clutched the spear tightly in both hands.

“Okay…” Slowly breathing, Luigi closed his eyes. “Okay… Just like with the hammer… Just like with the Poltergust… You can do it… Just channel it...”

Diggin deep, Luigi slowly but surely drew the familiar energy flow through him uninhibited. Granted, it wasn’t as stable as before. Luigi unable to stop himself from wincing as the random bursts of energy. Doing his best to keep it all controlled in order to release it all as one.

Bowser let out a growl as he crawled his way out of the Great Hall. Claws digging into the ground as he moved forward. Red, burning eyes landing on the lone figure standing in his fortress.

“Only the cowardly hero remains? So be it. He’ll have to do-”

Luigi brought down the spear with enough force to pierce the ground. All the pent up energy seemed to explode out from that point. The quickly built walls falling away faster than when they were constructed. Beginning to fall away into the depths of the cold dungeons. Bowser stumbled slightly as the ground gave way beneath him. Finding himself to be pulled down with the rest of his fallen plans.

Red eyes narrowed on Luigi as the human stumbled his way out.

Luigi didn’t stop until the ground stopped giving way beneath his feet. Stumbling particularly over his feet as he turned back to the crumbling building. The back portion already sinking below the surface.

“...I hope they had an exit plan.” Luigi whispered as an attempt to ease his worried mind.

It was pushed further away as he heard his name being called out. Looking back just as Mario pulled him into a tight hug.

“Are you okay?” The older twin frantically asked.

“Y-Yeah…”

“Okay… Then you need to tell me what you were thinking!”

“That fortress was a terrible rush job.”

Mario let out a low groan before pulling Luigi back in, cheeks squished together. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.”

Luigi merely laughed before hugging back. “Sorry…”

“At least you’re okay… We’re okay.”

“Yeah, we’re okay.”

As Luigi left the hug he was forcefully pulled into another one. Peasley doing his best to not choke the poor human with how tight he held Luigi.

“Are you normally this stupidly selfless?” Peasley choked out, clearly shaken.

“Heh, yeah, it’s kind of my thing. Apparently.” Was the weak reply back.

Pulling away, Peasley gave a pointed glare to Luigi. “This date of yours better make up for making me so terrified for you.”

Luigi felt the heat rising up from his chest. Both from the nervous excitement and the embarrassment at the joyous ‘Oooo!’s coming from the brothers.

It was a thankful sight when, as they slowly traveled down the road back to Mushroom Kingdom, Captain Toad greeted them along their journey. The Toad was traveling with a rather large covered flatbed caravan that he probably should not be driving. But they were grateful when they were given a ride back. All clamoring on and settling in before they took off once more.

“Is it always this crazy?” Peasley jokingly whispered to Peach, both royals barely awake.

Peach giggled softly, “Not every day. I hope this doesn’t ruin the connection between our kingdoms.”

“Absolutely not. If anything, you will now have the full support of the BeanBean Kingdom. I feel that kidnapping the prince to said kingdom is a declaration of war.”

“Oh, probably. Maybe definitely.”

Toadsworth absolutely bawled when he saw Peach. The princess more than content with engaging in a proper hug with her caretaker. The rest of the Toads rushed the rest of the party to the medical wing to be looked over and to get some much needed rest.

“I’ll be honest, this is the cleanest bill of health you’ve received.” The doctor jovially stated.

“So, we’ll be out soon?” Mario asked hopefully.

“You’re a funny guy.”

The buzzing afternoon turned to a quiet evening to a deadly silent night as the majority of everyone was asleep.

Majority being the key word.

Wario let out a slow sigh before sitting up. Scrubbing his face as he looked around the room. Eyes going from person to person. Peach had been sent to her own room to rest up with the jellyfish sisters being discharged as they were the least of supporting battle damage. While Luigi and Peasley held their own bed, they had their hands clasped between them. Held on just by their fingertips, but still connected.

Wario couldn’t help but laugh softly, “Well, that’s going to be an interesting conversation for the morning.”

Mario was sleeping in the bed between Luigi and Wario, his back facing the other as he was curled on his side. Wario hoped that he was getting some actual rest.

Which just left…

“Can’t sleep?”

Wario looked up as Waluigi walked closer. Two glasses of water in hand, one being passed to the older brother as he sat up. Wario took hold of said glass without a word and downed about half of it before Waluigi even sat down on the edge of the bed.

“So, I’d say we’ve moved up from just being mentors in this whole ordeal.” Waluigi commented casually.

“Guess so…”

“Is that what’s keeping you up?”

Wario snorted, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m shockingly able to roll with it…at this point.”

“...Is it Kamek?”

“Yeah.”

They fell quiet for a few moments before Waluigi harshly whispered, “There’s no way Kamek knows dad, right? Wouldn’t that mean that he worked for-”

“Don’t,” Wario hissed, “Don’t even finish that thought. He was an ass. But there’s no way he would sink that low. Besides, dad disappeared long before Bowser rose to power.”

“But what if he left to help bring them here?”

“And then what, betrayed them? Decided that just being a deadbeat dad was enough of a negative title without adding traitor to it all? Kamek didn’t seem fond of our old man.”

“Maybe?”

Wario huffed, “I don’t want to have this conversation at 3 in the morning with what just happened. Okay? Let’s just…try and get some sleep.”

Waluigi didn’t argue. Ears drooped as he stared at his untouched glass of water, “...Do you remember dad?”

“...Barely.”

“What do you remember?”

“His laughter… His stupid itchy beard…”

“Yeah…”

“What about you?”

“Not really a whole lot. Whenever I try to picture him, I can’t. I just see his name written on those letters he sent…”

“Fair…”

“Did we keep them?”

“Don’t know, maybe? If mom didn’t throw them out or burn them during her fits, there’s a good chance they’re at home.”

“Yeah…”

“Yep…”

Without another word, Waluigi slipped away and crawled back into his own bed. Flopping down heavily, facing away from the rest of the group. Wario let out one final heavy sigh as he laid down as well. Hoping to get a little more sleep before needing to start the day.

Mario doing his best to remain still as he heard the familiar sounds of Wario’s snoring as he stared into the calm dark.

“This place is an absolute disaster.”

Gentle footsteps sound as numerous forms scuttled quickly across the ashened rubble. Seeming unbothered by the miles of destruction that laid out before them. All occasionally giving a quick peek up from their scanners to give a sharp look around before going back down to their green screens.

“That’s kind of why we’re here, isn’t it?”

“Still, it looks like everyone fled. Not even an attempt to clean up.”

“Clean up? This ruined place? I don’t think this was supposed to be an actual station for them.”

“Would you two hush! I want to leave as quickly as possible.”

“What, afraid Bowser’s going to come back?”

“And you aren’t?”

“...Let’s just keep looking.”

“Oi, over here!”

The call out caused the entire team to scuttle over. All appearing in awe at the metal spear hovering, yes hovering, before them. Said items only a few inches off the ground, holding a glowing green aura with a few sparks jumping from it.

“No way. Does it have…”

“Its own electric field? Yep. Whoever or whatever caused this used a lot of power to make this happen.”

“Whoa.”

“What do the readings say?”

“This looks like the kind of energy we’ve been looking for. But we’ll need to test it, just to be sure. Don’t want any mistakes with this.”

“Someone bring a containment pod!”

“Got it!”

“This is amazing.”

“Sir Grodus will be so pleased by this.”

#s-creations #mario #luigi #mario and luigi #wario #waluigi #wario and waluigi #mario luigi wario waluigi #princess peach #prince peasley #bowser #mario x peach #mareach #luigi x peasley #luisley #yellow purple red green #yprg

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gayemeralds · 1 year

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if you’re a new follower, or if you’re looking for something specific, here’s a master post over how i tag things and what all of my theories/timelines are! i try to stay up to date!

last edit: 4/3/24

general tagging system:

sega official speaks: any original posts

fic posting: usually just memes about fics im writing, or a link to a fic i posted on my ao3

master emerald brothel: asks (context for why it’s tagged as this here)

i try to tag characters, games, original posts, and spoilers but im not always consistent. probably don’t bother trying to ask me to tag triggers/whatever because again, im not good at tagging things consistently.

note: i hate the sonic movies. i will post about how much i hate them. im not looking for a debate. if you don’t like that i don’t like them, just block me.

note: i hate shadow the hedgehog (character). i will post about how much i hate him. im not looking for a debate. if you don’t like that i don’t like him, just block me. addendum: it’s a more nuanced opinion of him than this but like… i have a lot of conflicting opinions about sega’s usage of him and him as a character so im partial to just being negative

note: im very much a “game purist” sort of sonic enjoyer. so canontivity to me is dependent entirely on the games and i mostly post about the games. i do have knowledge and even tend to like other pieces of sonic media but the games are my one true love.

anyway if you happen to like what you see… i also happen to have a cash app… $justchillinghereman

timelines & theories

sonic is the original project shadow:

a theory that the original project shadow, who lived aboard the ark with maria and gerald, was actually sonic. shadow was created later on earth by gerald specifically to end the world after the raid occurred and maria was killed.

things i’ve written for the theory:

why do i get this feeling of deja vu: a series that focuses on the robotnik perspective of project shadow (shadow, eggman, and gerald) [status: incomplete, 1/4]

i won’t look back (i don’t need to): collection of stories centering around people unraveling the project shadow conspiracy (characters like vector, rouge, tails, and others exploring Sonic’s past and how it intertwined with shadow) [status: incomplete, 6/9 (hehe)]

more resources regarding the theory:

this master post (warning, it’s super long)

this chao island forum (note: there’s three parts to the theory. if you scroll down you should be able to find all three parts)

this youtube video (note: ties into the later theory of sonic being an alien, but discussion in the latter portion of it talks about sonic being aboard the ark)

this reddit forum

this tumblr post (note: mostly explored sonic x)

another reddit forum

sonic is a chao theory:

a concept that sonic actually evolved from a regular chao into the hero we know today. a strange stretch, but i promise, there’s some meat to this.

things i’ve written for the theory:

truth can run but not hide: tails finds something very weird in sonic’s dna…

more resources regarding the theory:

this youtube video (warning, kind of long!)

this tumblr post (discussion of sonic frontiers lore)

this tumblr post (smaller version of the youtube video)

sonic and the chaos force:

specifically, this theory is about the idea that sonic is the chaos force’s “chosen one”; it’s champion, if you will. sonic’s power regarding the emeralds actually has purpose beyond being a deus ex machina.

things i’ve written for this theory:

i see the chaos for everyone: a series about various characters meeting the chaos force, otherwise known as an embodiment of chaos energy. [status: complete, 7/7]

more resources regarding this theory:

this youtube video

this tumblr post

sonic is an alien:

for me, this theory ties into the concept that sonic is related to the ancients, as a descendant or a creation, take your pick. it mainly ties into the sonic is a chao theory, since it seems the koco and chao are genetically related.

more resources regarding this theory

this youtube video

sonic is metal sonic roboticised:

the theory that in the bad future of sonic cd, eggman managed to roboticize sonic into metal sonic. eggman then sends metal sonic back to aid his past self in the fight, but the butterfly effect now causes sonic to win, which leaves metal sonic stranded in the past.

things i’ve written about this theory:

beware your mind as it proves you wrong: a series of stories where characters investigate metal sonic’s connection to sonic [status: incomplete, 3/5]

more resources regarding this theory

this youtube video

another youtube video

and another youtube video

other things of note

chaos champion timeline:

taking a page from the sonic and the chaos force theory, this timeline acts as a franchise ending final game for the sonic series- where it’s revealed that the chaos force has been wanting to break free from their entrapment in the emeralds by searching for a proper host… who happens to be a hedgehog we all know and love. acting as sonic’s final adventure, this “au” explores the mythos and lore of the emeralds and connected deities and historical mobian figures while the race to stop the final apocalypse is on.

death swap au:

in which shadow survives the finalhazard battle, but sonic doesn’t. shadow grapples with overcoming his tragic history while trying to keep his promise to maria, and the new one he made to sonic. eggman, however, isn’t willing to take a break from his dreams of conquering the world, and continues to keep the new team sonic on their toes. adapts four games: end of sa2, sonic heroes, sonic advance two, shadow the hedgehog, sonic unleashed (and, as a spin off, sonic 06)

impact series:

in this series, various characters from the sonic media meet sonic the first time not in their respective first game appearance, but in a different, eye opening event: the flooding of station square in sa1. It’s a day that connects millions of people to Sonic, but it’s a day that causes a handful to eventually continue to cross paths with him (characters include: rouge, vector, vanilla, jet, silver, and more).

walk into my mystery:

this series explores the perception of sonic’s strange abilities and connection to large lore events (the echidnas, project shadow, etc) through the eyes of his friends. follows the sega way of telling a story… alluding but never outright confirming anything.

#OKAY. that’s all for now #when i write more #and if i find more fun links for the theories #i will update #o7 #sega official speaks #fave

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doodle17 · 6 months

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Just got back from the fnaf movie

!!SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!! TRUST ME THIS MOVIE IS SOOO WORTH WATCHING WITHOUT SPOILERS JUST HOLD OUT A LITTLE LONGER I BELIEVE IN YOU

Please remember if you reblog go tag with every fnaf spoiler tag you can think of btw!

Anyways

This

Movie

Was so... godamn...

GOOOD!!!!!!!!

DUDE, I KID YOU NOT THIS MOVIE FUFILLED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF 10 YEAR OLD ME'S EXPECTATIONS AND DREAMS AND IT FILLED MY CURRENT ONES TOO

You guys it was just- AHGAYAGAHWHOWWHOSBSOANALENSLSN

First of all: absolutely loved how it wasn't overly violent. I'm not a prude, but when it comes to gore and violence, I'm very particular. Everyone who follows me knows I'm not a fan of gore, and luckily this movie had none!

It was still pretty gruesome. Like the guy getting his face eaten by Mr. Cupcake and that one girl who got bitten in half by Freddy. But even then, all you could see was the silhouette and her lower half fall to the floor. And 90% of the other scenes you do see, but they kind of let the sounds of what's happening fill in the gaps as the camera goes somewhere else, like with Mr. Cupcake.

Even when you see their bodies later on in the parts and services, the end results of what happened earlier aren't even that bad! Tbh it's almost too dark to even see anything

I loved that! It made it perfectly fine for me to watch and not squirm uncomfortably or feel sick. It actually shocked me! Most gore just makes me roll my eyes and want to gag but this stuff literally made me say "WOAH that's MESSED UP" (enthusiastically) out loud a few times!

Also the parts with the animatronics playing with Abby.... GOD that really filled a void in me that I never knew I had... Watching them play and build a fort and be goofy... Really made me smile so hard!... Uh, as if they didn't kill a bunch of dudes earlier.... Hmm..

All the little references made me point at the screen and squeal! That MatPat cameo my goodness! It made me laugh too lol, which I was pretty surprised about! I wasn't expecting to laugh, smile and cry in a scary movie but here we are!

Every Balloon Boy jumpscare got me, because even though it was, as all those video game critics say, "a cheap spook with a loud noise" I can guarantee a lot of other people did too

AND FELLAS WE GOT IT!!! SPRINGLOCK FAILURE BABYYYYY!!!

I think I was pretty pleased with how they did the springlocks. The reveal... The way Abby said "They can see you now." As they turn to William... Their real Killer... HOT DAMNNNNN AND THEN HE SAYS THE FUCKING LINE AND PUTS ON THE HEAD JUST- CHILLS DUDE (I should probably mention how loud this movie made me btw)

And that part legitimately made my eyes water too! When they dragged him away, the music and him twitching... All I could think was "JUSTICE!"

And I love that they made William a horrible father from what we saw when he talked with Vanessa. It always irks me the wrong way when people try to portray him as a sad parent who lost his daughter and that's why he did what he did. Like- no. He wasn't okay in the head you guys, he was NOT a good father, EVER. I'm sorry but no, he literally neglected, emotionally, and possibly, physically abused his kids.

And I love what they did with characters too! I like how the movie just did its own thing that to me, felt like What fnaf REALLY is.

I never like fnaf lore as it is now. I like when the premise was simply: "guy kills kids, hides their bodies in suits, ghosts posses the animatronics, and want to take revenge but don't remember their killer, so they kill anyone they think is him." Before all that sci-fi stuff got involved. And the Movie is just that! "guy kills kids, hides their bodies in suits, ghosts posses the animatronics, and want to take revenge but don't remember their killer, so they kill anyone they think is him."!! It was awesome!

And I like how it explains that there's the possibility that while the kids posses them, they also have somewhat minds of their own. At least that's what I got from some stuff revealed. There's ways been a part of me that thought the animtronics themselves had minds of their own, so to see that it could be a possibility (in the movies canon at least) was really cool!

Also... Living tombstone fnaf 1 song :) in end credits!

And to end this off, sadly there wasn't a post credit scene sadly (unless you count that CoryxKensin getting jumpscared by the BB toy after the fancy credits)

But!!!! Did anyone else notice the fnaf 2 music box playing in the end credits? And the one noise that says the letters and stuff during the secret fnaf 2 minigames...?

I mean, Matthew did say he signed for 2 more movies... So who's to say we won't get a Fnaf 2 movie based off the evidence of what we heard there, huh? Just a little thought I decided to leave here before we end things off :)

FORGOT TO MENTION that both me and Cherri SCREAMED the lyrics for the fnaf song at the end lol,and two girls next to us started recording us lol (not in a mean way we all talked and ranted for a good 3 minutes afterward it was fun!)

#Doodles rants #Fnaf #Fnaf movie spoilers #Fnaf spoilers #Fnaf movie #five nights at freddys #Five Nights at Freddy's movie #Five Nights at Freddy's movie spoilers #five nights at freddy's

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inkblotsandpapertrails · 2 years

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Unstoppable Force, Immovable Object [K.O] [Chapter 2]

Tags: Enemies to lovers, slow burn,

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Description: For reasons you don’t care to express, you find yourself in need of sanctuary. It’s a shame you have to share that sanctuary with Kyoya Ootori, of all people.

A/N: yknow how i said 'no other fics until my race fic is done' well i fucking lied i guess (do not judge me it's been SO long and i just need to write and feel something). iiiii feel as if the 'reader' persona is nowhere NEAR as vague as it should be but i hope you're able to project anyways. also ooOOooOO we're getting lore now babyyyy

Taglist: @shawkneecaps @katiebug0603 @kisskissshutmydoor @sukuna5slut

Working at the Host Club wasn’t too bad, all things considered.

Despite only being Vice President, Kyoya ran a very tight ship. He’d ordered, in no uncertain terms, that your lunch hours and free periods would be spent running errands for the club, and even though he had made a point of sharing your work number with the entire club, he still insisted on you being present in the club room in case they needed to talk to you directly. No hiding away in any broom closets or spare rooms. Honestly, you thought he was just trying to make your life hell. Well – he and everyone else in the club, it seemed.

The twins, true to their word on that first fateful day, had taken you as their new plaything. While Haruhi was without a doubt their favourite toy, you were certainly the toy they liked to abuse the most. They had spent the previous week making you miserable. They had a talent for twisting a situation until you didn’t know which way was up and which was down; for example, only the first day after you’d been hired, they had you fetch about ten multipacks of gum. You’d had questions, of course - was this much gum really necessary? – but they waved you off.

“Don’t ask us,” the twins had shrugged, “Kyoya-sempai thinks having a bad-boy character in the club will bring in more guests. So we’re trying to fit the bill!”

You’d frowned at the time – it did sound like the kind of fan-service weirdness the Host Club was known to pull, but on Kyoya’s orders? It was possible, you’d supposed, but it felt odd, even for him.

Kyoya’d caught your eyes – when had you turned to look at him? Even now, you still asked the question – and, with a flat look, gestured vaguely around the room. Well?, those pompous eyes said. You’d grit your teeth. Fuck Kyoya, you had thought. If he wants ten stupid multipacks of gum, then he was going to get it. You’d get that little trust fund baby the best fucking gum he’d ever seen in his life.

You had then spent the rest of your night holed up in your room, attempting to cut out the bits of chewed-up gum that had ‘accidentally’ gotten stuck in your hair. It was a wonder how it got there, since you hadn’t even seen the Hitachiins chewing anything – surprise, the “bad boy” thing was a lie, why did you ever come to this stupid place? You thought you’d done a good job at cutting out the chunks without the rest of your hair looking uneven, until Kyoya got a look at you and gave you that look – the Ootori stare, some students called it. You called it the asshole-eyes. He bent at the waist, the picture of elegance, and held an irritating little cowlick you couldn’t manage to flatten between his thumb and forefinger. He raised his eyebrow, only a few inches away from you, and you had to force your hands to fist against your uniform to keep you from punching him or – something.

“Find a hat from the dressing room.” Kyoya had said. He’d smelled like purposefully unscented soap – sterile, chemical, no-nonsense. You held his gaze. Fought a shiver. “And find an actual stylist the next time you come here.”

You were going to kill him.

Thankfully, the rest of the Hitachiin’s games felt like standard schoolyard bullying – confusing you as to who was Kaoru and who was Hikaru, making up club rules and coming up with stupid errands for you to run – there was one especially bad incident where they’d told you it was perfectly fine to use Kyoya’s laptop to print off your club to-do list.

It had not been fine.

You sighed as you made your way back to the club room from the seventh grocery store Kyoya sent you to, your arms laden high with bursting paper bags. Kyoya. You had no idea what the Shadow King thought of you – whether he hated you or simply found you amusing, you had no clue. He seemed to be testing you, seeing how much you could take before you snapped. Well, you were afraid you’d have to disappoint him – the club may have been hell, but it was better than spending your free time at home. Besides, Haruhi was pleasant enough to talk to, and Hani was sweet enough. Mori was strange, but he wasn’t annoying, nor did he seem to outright hate you.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel a little jab in your stomach whenever Kyoya simply ignored all the tricks the twins played on you. You knew he wasn’t your friend, but hadn’t he been the one to get you your job here? Had he really seen something in you, or had he just wanted to spite you, the way a child might roast an ant with a magnifying glass and then walk away? You shook your head. You didn’t need to worry about some smug second-year. You just needed to worry about doing your tasks, that was all.

You tried to sneak through the club doors as quietly as you could, so as not to disturb the club members as they prepared for their clients. It did not work.

“Kyoya-sempai!” The twins hollered in delight. “Your project’s back!”

“I thought I told you not to distract our hosts?” Kyoya sighed, not bothering to glance up from his laptop.

“How is that my fault?” You snapped – you shouldn’t have, you really shouldn’t have, but you were sweaty and tired and god you hated this place. “I didn’t even do anything!”

“Oh, my apologies.” Kyoya hummed absently. “By the way, I’ll need you to pick up the new costumes for our next theme day.”

Hani-sempai frowned around his piece of cake.

“We’re having another theme day?”

Kyoya smiled at you politely.

“We are now.”

You fought the urge to throw a jar of instant coffee at him.

“Oh, [Y/N] dear!” Tamaki called from the couch was lounging on. “A cup of tea before club hours start, if you please?”

You forced on a smile and tipped forward in a small bow.

“Any particular flavour in mind, Suoh-sempai?

“Hmm...” Tamaki hummed, tapping his chin. “Rose tea, I think! Perfect for a delicate flower like moi.”

You were going to get wrinkles, holding smiles like this.

“Of course, Suoh-sempai.”

Hikaru rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers with a petty smirk.

“Fetch Kaoru and I some African black tea, too, doggy.”

“Of course, Hitachiin-kun.” You sighed, doing your best to ignore your new, unfortunate nickname. You made your way to the snack table and began busying yourself with the various kettles and jars of loose-leaf tea. You shot a quick glance over your shoulder – Kyoya was tapping away at his laptop, the twins playing some video game together, and everyone else seemed to be busying themselves with club activities. Slowly, carefully, you fished your phone out of your pocket and popped your earbuds into your ears. You moved to the same rhythm as the music, trying not to make your swaying and toe-tapping too obvious as you got the cups ready. You were just getting a tray for the cups when a finger hooked around each of your earbud wires, tugging them out of your ears.

“Oh, doggy,” Hikaru tutted condescendingly. “Slacking off on the job?”

“That’s not very nice.” Kaoru sighed. “What are we going to do with you?”

“We knew you hadn’t been at Ouran Academy very long, but we thought you knew some manners.” They finished in unison. You growled and made to snatch your earbuds out of their hands, but they easily side-stepped, tugging on the wire and pulling your phone out of your pocket.

“Hey!” You cried. The twins grinned wickedly, Kaoru tossing his earbud to Hikaru and allowing him to snatch your phone from the floor. “Give that back!”

“Sorry, we can’t hear you!” Hikaru smiled, tossing your phone across the club room and into Kaoru’s waiting hand.

“Your music’s playing too loud!”

“I said, give it back!”

“What was that?” Kaoru giggled as he raced to the other end of the room. He pitched the phone across the room, practically giving you a heart attack. You ran to catch it, your fingertips grazing over the earphone wire when Hikaru jumped up and snatched it from over your head.

“We don’t speak dog!”

“Guys, give it a rest!” Haruhi jumped to their feet with a piercing glare.

“C’mon, Haruhi, we’re just having fun!” Hikaru laughed as he leaped onto a couch and hurled your phone to his twin, the two of them cackling in delight when they saw you skid in the opposite direction.

“They did promise to be quiet and respectful!”

“We’re just making sure they do their job right!”

“Both of you, stop!” Tamaki snapped. “This is not how hosts behave!”

“Sorry, boss, but club hours don’t start for ten minutes!”

“Hika-chan, Kao-chan, stop being mean!” Hani whined.

“We’re not the mean ones!”

“That’s enough!” Mori snarled, hoisting Hikaru over his shoulder with ease.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of grey metal.

“Mori-sempai, wait-!”

Your phone collided into the floor with a sharp smash.

The silence of the room was deafening. Haruhi had both of their hands slapped over their mouth in horror, and Hani looked close to tears. Everyone else simply stared in shock. You took a quivering breath, taking shaky steps towards your shattered phone despite the heavy weight in your stomach.

“[Y/N]...” Kaoru murmured. "We didn't... I mean, you can probably replace-"

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You snapped, the force of your yell echoing throughout the room. The club stared at you in shock – you had always been rough around the edges, but you’d never actually sworn in front of them, nor had you lost your temper so fervently. Hikaru, who had somehow made his way out of Mori’s grip, at least had the decency to avert his gaze.

“It’s not like we tried to-!“

“What did I ever do to you?!” You yelled. “Seriously, what?! Tell me! What did I do to have you hate me so much?! What, is it because I’m foreign?! Because I don’t want to be a host, because I don’t have as much money as you?! Tell me what I fucking did and I’ll apologize for it, I just don’t-!” Your voice cracked. You heard something splash on the floor, and it was then you realized you were crying. You screwed your eyes shut as humiliation over took you, scrubbing your face harshly with your uniform sleeves. “I just don’t know why you have to treat me like this. I know I’m just your – dog, or whatever but I don’t-“ You let out a broken hiccup as more tears began to stream. “If this is how you’re gonna treat me, I’m better off being at home!”

The club members blanched, exchanging confused glances and concerned looks.

“[Y/N]-chan...” Hani whispered. “[Y/N]-chan, please don’t cry...”

“No!” You snapped. “No, just – fuck you guys. Fuck you guys, I’m not-!” You took a heavy, shaking breath, and turned to face Kyoya. He was standing now, staring straight at you. You took sick satisfaction in the way his eyes were ever so slightly widened behind his glasses. You were officially important enough for the Shadow King. Yippee-ka-fucking-yay.

“I quit.” Your voice was numb, barely recognizable. “Call your lawyers on me, I don’t give a shit. I’m going.”

You left the music room before any more tears threatened to fall, the ringing in your ears muffling any desperate calls of your name. Then again, it was probably just your imagination.

---

The trek home was difficult, to say the least. You’d told your driver you’d be staying late with the host club, meaning he wouldn’t be back for hours, and you did not intend on waiting around in the cold for someone to take pity on you. It was pathetic. You weren’t a dog. You weren’t a dog.

So, you walked. If you weren’t so tired, you might’ve questioned how slinking around the streets and avoiding people’s concerned looks at your tear-stained face was any less pitiful than the alternative. At least you could focus on your steps instead of wallowing in your own misery, you supposed.

By the time you reached home, the sun was beginning to set. The soles of your feet felt as if they were splitting down the middle, and your forehead was slick with sweat, matting your hair to your skin. As you stumbled your way up the driveway, you could see your driver, Masao, pause with one hand over the car door handle, looking at you the way one might look at – well. A stray dog.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You said before he could open his mouth. Masao wasn’t a friend, by any means, and you doubted he had any intention of comforting you, but since he was the servant you spent the most time with, you supposed he must’ve felt that it was his duty to check on your mood. It was an annoying trait about him, sure, but you at least valued that he did genuinely care about your wellbeing, even if it was only a little.

Masao nodded and let you pass, and you only hoped he wouldn’t report anything unusual to your parents. While you appreciated Masao’s concern, you could still find it annoying. Especially when he involved your parents on things that weren’t their business.

As you entered the house – the word ‘mansion’ was probably more accurate, but the sheer brattiness of the word sat uncomfortably on your tongue – you could feel your spine grow rigid at the tension in the air. Your mother sat, poised to perfection, at the coffee table in front of the large French windows, embroidering a circle of shiny fabric with careful precision.

“You walked home.” She didn’t phrase it like a question, and did not once looking up from her work.

“Yes.” You said around your clenched jaw.

“I thought you were enjoying that club of yours.”

You forced your face to remain still.

“I am. It’s fun.”

“And yet you left early.”

“I’d finished all my work and the Hitachiin twins were bugging me.” You said, a half-truth. “So I decided against sticking around.”

“You could’ve told Hideo.”

“I didn’t want to tell Hideo.” You snapped, against your better judgement, and winced regretfully. Your mother sighed and set down her embroidery, but still did not look at you.

“[Y/N], Hideo is a kind man. He is patient and understanding and you are beyond lucky that we found such a good match for you.”

You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself not to point out that they didn’t exactly pick pure-bred Hideo for his patience, did they?

“You said I had a choice.”

“Of course you have a choice.” She sighed, irritated, as if you were a poorly trained animal pulling on its leash. “But you are going to have to marry someone, and Hideo is not going to wait around forever.”

“Oh well, sucks to be Hideo!”

“That is enough!” Her voice rose just shy of a yell. She stopped herself, her whole body freezing and retracting back into its elegant poise, and picked up her embroidery again, returning to the perfect model of the upper class housewife.

“As I said,” her voice had returned to its lilting monotony, “Hideo will not wait around forever. I understand that you are independent, but you must marry someone, and Hideo is-“

“Why? Why do I have to marry someone?”

“Because, dear-“

“Because of social standing and connections and whatever, but what if I don’t need those?”

A derivative scoff broke your mother’s elegant façade.

“And how do you expect to succeed your father’s company without the proper connections?”

You gritted your teeth. Your ribs felt like they were rattling with each furious breath.

“Maybe," you growled, "I won’t be working for dad’s company.”

Your mother’s needle slipped, tearing through the fabric like paper.

“Go to your room.” She said icily. “Now.”

“You can’t just force me to-!”

“Now!”

You shoved your growl down into your throat and stormed into your room. Slamming the door was childish and petty, yes, but listening to the undignified clang of wood and metal ring out against your oh so perfect house was beyond satisfying. Your muscles twitched and tightened with the urge to kick and scream and punch the wall until the world became fair, but-

But.

You forced a heavy breath through your teeth. Your fists clenched once, twice, and relaxed. Sleep. You needed to sleep. Everything was just – too much, right now. You couldn’t deal with it. You shouldn’t have to deal with it. It wasn’t fair.

You flopped onto your bed with a heavy sigh. The sheets were silky and slippery, cold against your skin. You’d tried buying your own sheets, but your mother had merely tutted and told you they ‘weren’t appropriate’. You didn’t see the reason why you couldn’t decide on what was appropriate for your own room. It was yours. Mother dearest controlled your house, and your school, and your future, but couldn’t you control your room? Apparently not.

You reached for your phone, ready to scroll to the nearest ‘white noise’ video you could find on YouTube, before remembering the entire... Debacle at the host club. You groaned and reached for your laptop. Best to keep that one a secret until your mother was a little less pissed at you.

The moment you opened your laptop, a notification pinged. Facebook, it seemed. You frowned; you rarely used Facebook unless it was to comment something on a relative’s birthday post, and you could count the number of Facebook friends you had on one hand. So who was messaging you?

Ouran Highschool Host Club (Official) has sent a message.

Ah. Of course.

You rolled your eyes and clicked onto the message tab, expecting some vague threat about the consequences of quitting. You could manage that. It wasn’t like Ootori’s family would let their youngest son waste money and reputation on a bullshit court case.

Ouran Highschool Host Club (Official): This is Ootori Kyoya. Meet me in room D-4 tomorrow during the lunch hour to discuss today’s incident.

There it was, the vague threat. Perhaps you should make bingo cards about all of Kyoya’s annoying traits. You began typing your own message, one not nearly as polite, saying that if Ootori thought you’d come into D-4 on your hands and knees, begging for forgiveness, he could go ahead and shove his ego up his-

Ouran Highschool Host Club (Official): I shouldn’t have let it get so out of hand. As vice president, it was unprofessional of me.

Your fingers hovered over the keys. That was... Unexpected. It wasn’t an apology – Kyoya Ootori never apologized – but... It was dangerously close, let’s say.

You flailed at your trackpad and closed the tab, forcing yourself not to look at it any longer, and opened YouTube. Sleep, that was the important thing. You were mentally and physically exhausted, you had absolutely no energy to think about weird, cryptic Kyoya and his pseudo-apologetic messages. You found some lo-fi rain sounds video and placed your laptop on your nightstand, forcing yourself to turn over and stare at the wall. After the seventh time you looked back at the laptop screen, definitely not hoping for another message from Kyoya, you forced a shut-down and shoved it under your bed.

It was safe to say you did not sleep well for the rest of the night.

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