hehehheheheheh I have been writing obsessively recently so have an Unnamed Ruined Reality Alternate Universe Oneshot
this is a concept I made and outlined with my friend and I have finally actually translated it into proper written word??? Unimaginable
also woopsies general AU stuff before you read: Filii/Filiae/Filius/Filia all take the place of the species Steve! The different Filii use different languages so their subspecies name is translates (ie. yellow -> Galben in Romanian, aquamarine -> Aquamarijn in Dutch, violet -> Violetto in Italian)
Griffin ran from the room, away from his mother, away from the horror he felt while looking at her. Caliban watched him go. In disbelief, she muttered, “No… Why would you run…?”
She stood still, staring out the open door to the hallway, her cell’s only source of light. Something moved to her left and her head snapped toward it immediately. And she saw… Athena. The glorious, loyal, deadly, traitorous Athena. The poor woman looked exhausted. She turned to Caliban with no hate in her eyes, which Caliban did not deserve.
“Because he knows what’s best for himself,” Athena spoke softly but intensely. “And so do I.” The general turned to leave the room.
Caliban could not allow that. She… She wanted Athena to stay. Stay with her. Why wouldn’t anyone stay? Why wouldn’t anyone listen?! She’s not insane! She’s not dangerous! She shouldn’t be stuck down here! They’ll leave her here to rot. No, no, no, the queen of nightmares will not rot before her traitors do. This traitor will not leave.
The Queen stepped forward and her restraints tensed immediately, chain pulling against chain. Her head rolled forward, as though she had little control of her own body, as though she was possessed. The Queen was a caged animal. With a sudden and very raw anger, she screamed.
“ATHENAAAAA!”
The general stopped, bracing her weapon, but did not turn to the animal.
“YOU ARE NOT SO PURE.”
From the moisture in the air and the water sunk into the bricks, the general summoned a fist of water and ice to encase her right hand. It seemed she was preparing for a fight.
“YOU ARE A MONSTER! YOU ARE A MURDERER! YOU ARE A WARRIOR WHO HAS LOST HER FAUX GLORY. YOU HAVE KILLED THOUSANDS AND YOU ARE PRAISED. YOU ARE GIVEN TITLES OF RENOWN. BUT YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE IMPURE.”
The general spoke lowly, something unreadable clouding her face. “I never said I was pure.”
“YOU TAKE AWAY MY SON AND EXPECT ME TO SIT HERE. WAITING FOR SOME SAVIOR.”
The general took a deep breath…. Athena kept walking away. But the Queen could still see her. The Queen continued to scream after her. She could not stop herself.
“ATHENA. WHAT MAKES ME DIFFERENT FROM THE SOLDIERS YOU HAVE KILLED IN BATTLE? WERE THEY NOT FILII LIKE YOUR ELITES? WERE SOME NOT CHILDREN? WERE THEY NOT SIMPLY ON THE WRONG SIDE?”
Athena kept walking.
“I ONLY ASK, ATHENA, WHAT I’M CERTAIN OUR FELLOW LEADERS HAVE ASKED YOU.
“I STAND ON THE WRONG SIDE.
“WHY HAVE YOU NOT KILLED ME?!”
The Queen fell to her knees, having lost the battle against her metal restraints. But her corrupted eyes remained trained on Athena’s figure in the hallway, which had stopped moving. The Queen finally remained silent.
…Athena returned to the room. She walked over to the Queen, standing over her while the infected woman sat in her shadow. The Queen stared up at her old friend with her furious red eyes.
“...We have not killed you because we so desperately wish to save you,” whispered the general, leaning down closer. “I vowed long ago to never kill without reason. To never take a life that could be salvaged.” She still held her weapon in her hands and weariness in her eyes. This was what she came here for.
The general stood back up, straighter. “...I am sorry, Caliban. More than you know.” She gripped the weapon tighter. “Let me grant you peace.” This was what she came here for.
And yet, she saw something shift in the Queen’s eyes. When the fury faded, her eyes held only immense tiredness. And yet she smiled softly. Caliban bowed her head.
Athena looked down upon her. “...Tell me truthfully, Caliban… Did the Darkness really help you?”
Caliban bowed further. Her friend heard pain in her voice. “Please kill me….”
Athena’s eyes widened, she could hear her own heart beating. After only a second of consideration, she took the risk of wrapping her best friend in a hug. Caliban could not return it with the chains around her wrists still pulling, but she leaned into the Aquamarijn, savoring this last comfort, this last moment of lucidity. When Athena spoke, her voice was small and quiet, “I’m so sorry, Cal.”
Then, there was silence for a long time. “...Rest well for us…” Athena whispered. She raised her weapon behind Caliban’s back. The Galben did not brace herself for pain or death. All she did was nod, still leaning on her friend. Athena felt Caliban’s warm tears fall onto her shoulder.
“...Tell Griffin…” Caliban said when she decided she should speak, “...I’m sorry.”
“I will, I will. We love you so much.” Athena let the embrace linger for a minute longer.
“... You were wonderful.”
The final blow was swift and simple, to her back. Athena dropped her weapon right after, wrapping both arms around Caliban. The Galben did not scream. She died as she lived.
In pain.
But loved.
Athena laid her body down gently. She didn’t try to stop any tears from falling. Taking Caliban’s hand, she sat next to her for a little while. Grieving. The Galben looked at peace, despite the scars of Darkness… Athena stared at her face, thinking of it all. Their laughter, their joy, their girl’s nights. Their fights and disagreements, their friendship growing deeper. The Darkness. The glowing lights on Caliban’s dress and jewelry slowly dulled. It pained Athena.
She didn’t have to watch, she knew. But she would anyway. Caliban was her best friend. Athena would sit and stay until she was completely gone. So she sat.
Amadeo, Chief Violetto, walked slowly through the underground hallways of the Outpost with a crossbow in hand. He wanted to be safe, in case Athena had been unable to handle the Nightmare Queen. He doubted that she would fail—she was the one who suggested this, after all—but… just in case. He hesitantly poked his head through the open doorway and scanned the room for any sign of a struggle or fight. There was none. Then he saw Athena, with Caliban in her arms.
“...Athena?” he whispered.
Athena did not look up.
Amadeo walked in further. The cell was so isolated. So dark and wet. They’d all regretted placing Caliban here. But her behavior was just becoming too erratic. He saw Athena sitting quietly, staring at the Filia Galben, who looked to merely be asleep. But the scars… They’d looked so shallow, but they’d run so deep. Amadeo knelt down next to both of them, facing the back wall.
“...We’ll miss her,” he said.
Athena gave a small nod. “Always.” She felt guilt. But she knew this kill was in mercy. Caliban’s last words rang in her head. Please kill me. I’m sorry.
Amadeo relaxed his shoulders and set his crossbow down away from the women. There was pain in him. There was always pain in him, but there were times when it became clearer. This was one of those times. “There was no fight?”
“...She asked me to end it herself.”
He leaned back and looked at the ceiling. “She was still there?”
Athena was silent for a moment. “Do you think… we still could have saved her?”
Amadeo had been in Athena’s position before. He took a deep breath. “...No. Whatever was left of her… It was just suffering…. You saved her.”
…Athena brought one of Caliban’s hands to her face, placing it on her cheek. It was already cold against her skin. “...How is Griffin…?”
The Chief Violetto sighed and looked back down to the wall. “Vaughn is comforting him. He knows this was all we could do.” He frowned sadly. “We won’t be able to give him a proper coronation. …But I don’t think it matters at this point.”
“There is nothing to rule over…” Athena said. Four. There were four Filii Galben left. Amadeo rubbed his face. He was… exhausted. They all were exhausted.
“...Where will we bury her?” Athena asked quietly.
“...I don’t know if we should with all that Darkness, Ath…”
Right, Athena thought.
“We could… ask the Rojos to cremate her?” Amadeo suggested. “It’s just… The Royal Galben tombs are unreachable…”
Slowly, Athena nodded.
“...I’m sorry. You were closer to her than any of us.”
Athena… gave a small smile. Amadeo assumed the gesture was meant for his sake, but she still stared at the corpse. “It is alright. I would rather her be at peace than in pain. Even if by my own hand.” But she had cried and would again. She grieved for every kill she committed. Amadeo knew.
He thought and thought in their silence. About the World Beyond and Below. About his fellow leaders. About death and sadness. He didn’t cry for Caliban, he couldn’t. He had no tears left in him. He thought about Pietro. How Amadeo had held his body in the same way Athena held Caliban’s. How the same thoughts had run through his head. How doomed and ruined everything felt.
But he had allies now…. He was not alone in an old, corrupted village. They would all comfort Athena. They would all honor Caliban somehow. Griffin would be given the title he deserved. They would all continue to try.
He shut his eyes and stood, grabbing his crossbow. “I will… go inform King Rei.”
“Alright.”
He… he walked away. And Athena was alone again. With a body that was slowly getting cold. More tears fell.
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I’m here to ask about the sirens 👀
AH ah ah ah ah ah tytytyty okay okay okay okay okay SO
THESE are the sirens
They're from the 2014 My Little Pony movie Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks as the main villains. They have magic stored in their pendants that they can use to mind control people by singing, and they absorb energy from the people they mind control by making them fight.
And. They sound fucking amazing.
MLP:FIM has always been very inventive with vocal harmonies in its songs, especially because they have six leads to harmonize with each other, and that compositional talent FUCKING SHINES with these girls!!!!! They sound exactly like I'd expect hypnotic sirens who want adoration and praise to sound like, and their songs fucking slap.
Additionally, since they're the villains, they're allowed to be slightly less bubblegum cutesy in aesthetic and FUCKKKKKKKK does it come out in their attitudes and costumes and i am HERE for it. Like just look at this shot from the storyboard of their music video:
legit I listened to their songs so much I learned how to harmonize from their singing?????? they just,,,,,,,,THEM
Every time I watched their movie (yes its THEIR movie it belongs to THEM) I thought to myself that they didn't even need to hypnotize me I already loved and adored them just because they were that good heck i wanted THEM to win the final battle not the protags
and id LIKE to imagine that's just true in universe and after they got defeated and stripped of their powers in the movie yada yada they just. figured out it was their talent and not their magic that made people like them and became super successful music stars anyway. I feel like that would be both in line with MLP's acceptance of overly positive endings for everyone and the actual quality of their act.
and i mean. pretty ladies oghoghoghoghoghgohgohgohgoghoghogh
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(Follow up to this from @oflostinfound ! ~1300 words.)
Valien flumphs down onto the couch next to Diamond. There’s the sound of shaken paper. “What’s this?”
Diamond sighs, closing his computer and setting it aside. Valien is radiating the brusque decisiveness that usually precedes trouble. “Adoption papers,” he says, dryly. “I’ve decided to assume guardianship over the next litter of kittens. I think you’ll be a good influence on them.”
Valien snorts and shoves at his shoulder. “If you ever actually do that, I’m moving out.” A smooth card taps against Diamond’s hand, and as he takes it he realizes that he does actually recognize it; it isn’t a generic sheet of paper. He must have left Eath’s invitation on a counter somewhere. “I meant this. Some sort of ball?”
“Ah. Yeah. That kid I told you about – one of the daemon’s Phosa and Linast have been talking to, that world where I’ve been testing the new containment spell – she’s throwing a party, invited the three of us. Just for the sake of it, as near as I can tell. Linast talked Phosa into it.”
“I knew I recognized the name. You should go, too.”
Diamond rolls his eye. “Like hell I should. I can’t waste a trip on a party, Valien.”
“You can and you will. If you take the next few weeks off, then you can keep an eye on this ball – metaphorically – and make sure it doesn’t get out of hand.”
“What in the world are you on about?” Diamond asks with a frown. Valien’s timeline is incredibly unrealistic. “The next manual check is–”
Valien shifts. “Um. Look. I, uh. I already talked to Sondra. She’s gonna take over the next few monitoring station visits. You can check the one on this world while you’re there for the ball– it won’t do any harm to get to it a bit early– but other than that…”
Diamond’s frown turns into a glare. “It sounds like you have this all planned out.”
“…well the ball is new. Obviously. That, I just think those kids could use watching and I know you like music. If you actually don’t want to, that's fine. But the rest… yeah. We’ve been talking about redistributing the workload for the next few months.”
“And this is the first I’m hearing of it because…?”
“How many seizures have you had this month, Diamond.”
Diamond grimaces, his stomach sinking at Valien’s flat tone. “…five.”
“And the month before that?”
Diamond groans and lets his head fall back against the couch, staring blindly up towards the ceiling. “You’ve made your point,” he mutters. That doesn’t mean he has to like the overreach, or that he wants to talk about it. Quite the contrary, in fact.
Valien continues, unyielding. “And have you or have you not completely refused to delegate anything unless we just proactively do it before you can get to it.”
“Valien–”
“You didn’t even mention it, Diamond!” Valien exclaims. Diamond winces at the genuine distress that suddenly suffuses his tone, at the sharp spike of it against his senses. “I knew about the seizure you had at home, but I only found out about the others because Sondra asked how you were doing after the two last week, and— I just… I don’t know. We started talking about what we could do about it in the same conversation. I didn’t mean to make any actual decisions behind your back, but… but damn it, you need a break.”
“You can’t just…”
No. Stop.
Diamond takes a calming breath. With deliberate care, he sets aside the half-formed, uncharitable notion of Valien conspiring with the Spire medics and monitoring his activities. He should have known better than that, at least. He finds Valien’s hand and squeezes it. “…look. I hear what you’re saying. I’m sorry for scaring you.”
“That sounds like you’re leading up to a ‘but’,” Valien mutters, even as his hand tightens around Diamond’s.
“Well for one thing, I would have appreciated it if you’d brought it up as an actual conversation rather than trying to make some sort of fucking decree out of the blue. Even if planning with Sondra just got away from you, acting like it was already decided is bullshit.”
“That’s… fair. This isn’t how I meant to do things. I’m sorry.”
Diamond sighs, closing his eye. He doesn’t want to talk about this. But he’s clearly avoided it for too long already, and he isn’t going to get a better opening than this.
“I have been talking to the medics about it, believe it or not. Millie thinks it’s just sleep disruption and stress. Madras… Madras thinks we might have overestimated how often I can leave the Spire over the long term, with the last assessment.”
“Fucking hell, Diamond.”
“I’ve been… I don’t know what I’ve been doing," he admits, pulling up each reluctant word one at a time. "Just... putting it off, I suppose. I wanted to at least finish the current phase of the project.”
Valien leans against his side, head sinking onto his shoulder, and Diamond releases his hand in favor of wrapping an arm around his back. His emotions are tangled, registering to Diamond’s telepathy with no more clarity than a general sense of tension. “So… I was right, then? Stress or soul strain, either way a break would help.”
Diamond grits his teeth. It isn’t even just irritation with Valien anymore; he’s anxious, the thought of fully acknowledging the situation twisting uncomfortably in his chest. Finding his voice feels like drawing acid up his throat. “...yes.”
“You… you can’t afford uncontrolled seizures, Diamond. You’re almost eighty. They take too much out of you even when you do get enough warning to get somewhere safe. And I know you have safeguards for your spells, but it’s still…”
“Yes. I know, Valien.”
“So… what’s the plan?” It isn’t a patronizing ‘I told you so’ prompt; Valien sounds subdued, genuinely uncertain what choice Diamond is going to make.
Diamond hates that his own damn foolishness has the power to frighten people like this. He grimaces and runs his free hand down his face.
“The plan… is to take a vacation, I guess.” Which is more or less admitting that Diamond didn’t have a plan until Valien shoved one at him. Before Valien has the chance to dwell on that for too long, Diamond nudges Valien with his knee. “I’d hate to mess up whatever schedule you’ve worked out with Sondra, after all.”
Valien snorts, and Diamond can sense his relief. “‘Course. Can’t have that.”
“Though what the hell you think I’m going to do with myself for a solid fucking month is beyond me.” Diamond isn’t entirely joking. Projects are just what he does with his time; part of how he staves off dangerous moods.
“I’m sure we can come up with something. Just. Less magic and travel, yeah?”
“Except for the sake of an adolescent’s party, apparently.”
“Well I didn’t know Madras thinks your actual soul might be pulling apart at the seams again, now did I,” Valien mutters. “But… I mean. Three weeks to recover, one short trip, time to recover after… that’s probably fine, right? It’s way less than you’ve been doing.”
“True.” Diamond sighs and tilts his head, pressing his cheek into Valien’s dreads. “...and you’re right, someone should be there. The only adult I actually know is likely to attend is Hax, and that’s assuming their incoming child doesn’t interfere.”
“Good grief.”
“I said ‘that I know.’ There probably will be others, I just – don’t know how many, or who they are.”
“And this is a guest list chosen by the kid who hasn’t been scared off by you, Phosa, or Linast? I take it back. That’s ground zero. You’re staying home.”
Diamond smirks, weary and a bit savage at the edges. “Nope! Too late. You said I’m going, I guess I’m going. I’m feeling orthodox all of a sudden, couldn’t possibly imagine disregarding Valien’s original Commandments – ”
Valien jabs him in the ribs, but fails to talk him out of it.
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