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maguro13-2 · 11 months

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Miku.EXE Origin : The Revenge Pt.5

"Early this morning..."

[Ochanomizu-tei Kinrin (Hiru) - Mariko Nanba]

Miku.EXE : Sister! Rise and shine! Father and I are gonna make breakfast today! Zatsune, you awake? Up and at em!

Zatsune.EXE : [while sleeping, mumbles] Just give me five more minutes.

Miku.EXE : (pouts) Hmph! Maybe this will help you to wake yourself up. (Does her powers to create an airhorn, she put on her earmuffs) Here goes nothing.

(AIRHORN BLOWING)

Zatsune.EXE (wakes up) AHHH!

(THUD!)

Zatsune.EXE : Okay! I'm up! Geez, sister! Do you really have to do that? Well, Good morning to you.

Miku.EXE : And good Morning to us. Now then, time for us to eat our breakfast that I made. I hope you're gonna enjoy it!

Zatsune.EXE : Sweet! What is it?

(cuts to the dining table)

Zatsune.EXE : Wow! You made this with dad? It looks super tasty for me try to it. (Takes a bite of her food) Wow! This does tastes great! (Starts eating her food) I mean, you're skills of cooking just total match my style. But this is great! I'm totally proud that you did so much around the place. You're one smart thinker to help with anyone. But there is so much more to come. When you used that airhorn to make me wake up in the morning, how did you make it?

Miku.EXE : Easy! I used my powers to create something in good use. It's like magic from father's hands. So I wanted to give it a try.

Zatsune.EXE : Wait a sec, did you use your powers to wake me up in the morning? How on earth did you do that? And did you say it was "magic" from dad's hands?

Miku.EXE : Quite certainly! But, umm... Don't you remember? Father told us that we've been practicing on how to use our powers gifted from him. Last night, we used our powers to cook the food to prepare a feast after getting the ingredients from the garden.

Zatsune.EXE : [thinking] Hmmm...

Miku.EXE : Well? What do you think?

[PigeonBlood OST : Discretion]

Zatsune.EXE : Come to think of it, you're right sis. Although, we were created in the Cyberspace in the same year father traveled through the via network system, he told us that using our powers would be the ultimate source of God. But it's good that I was once trained by him to use the powers he gave us.

Miku.EXE : Trained by him? You did it once when you were like this at my age.

Zatsune.EXE : Yes. I did follow dad's steps when he told me the ways of becoming the "God" we know. I did my efforts my to master the powers and gave this kind of my own. Blessed and gifted from him after the data he extracted from Miku.

Miku.EXE : And my suggestion is that, people are spreading rumors about this Xenophanes creature.

Zatsune.EXE : Yeah. Our dad was. He was Xenophanes that was only a legend to him and we know about his past.

"Long ago in the cosmos, Xenophanes was an unstoppable and powerful being that ruled many worlds and killed countless lives by Devouring souls. He was determined for planetary conquest and gave the title of his own, The Demon or Destruction or otherwise known as God Himself."

"The many people known that Xenophanes would be also the God of Destruction, in which his enemy Exeller would stop the chaos if he and his brethren would be able to defeat him, but he was no mach for the ultimate source power that is capable of him being a God-lilke creature."

"However, in a strange events, Xenophanes came to this planet, Earth, to be hidden from Exeller and his breathen to start a family of his own. Then until one day, Xeno was stopped some how stop by one person named Pulseman and imprisoned him in a computer where he would not be forgiven one day. Thus, Xenophanes the legendary demon has became the father that he was, the one and only Sonic.EXE."

Zatsune.EXE : And Xenophanes remains in the form of dad.

Miku.EXE : So you're telling me..."father" is really the demon named "Xenophanes"? No one in the world would ever face a powerful being like him, but could you remind me if he was the demon that gave birth to us in Cyberspace?

Zatsune.EXE : Yes, perhaps it's true. But of all that is now in secrecy that Xenophanes would remain forever as a name to "God" himself, after all, he is dad.

Miku.EXE : I see that. Maybe father could teach me how to use my powers to unlock my full potential as a "God". I wonder where he is by now?

Zatsune.EXE : He's probably at a meeting with friends, to tell them how great we are. He promised that we would able to achieve the title as "God" himself! Heh, pretty cool I might add that to myself! Hey, sis. Have you ever thought about me teaching you of how to use your powers properly? Heck, you would become even stronger just like me, your sister!

Miku.EXE : [thinking] Well, ummm...[determined] Okay! You can count on me if you want to! But I must master my powers even more advanceful! I will prove to you that father will show us how powerful a God can be! That's our ultimate achievement!

Zatsune.EXE : Same to you, sister! Let's show father what were made of becoming the God there Is! Here I come, dad! You're about to face a powerful being that is to become Gods ourselves! (Miku holds onto to Zatsune) Hang tight, sis! You ready to experience the dazzing sky waltz you never seen before?

Miku.EXE : Mm! Then let's go sky high! (Both teleports away before Kuchisake-Onna appears)

Kuchisake-Onna : [thinking] Hmmm...Were those two of his daughters just here a minute ago? I better let Jeff know how things are doing well at the place.

~ THE PATH OF BECOMING GOD BEGINS! ~

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic.exe #creepypasta #vocaloid #miku hatsune #miku zatsune #kuchisake onna #sega #crossover #drama #dark comedy #horror #mystery #thriller

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 152

I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it, I’m not going to jinx it...

Okay, maybe I am. I managed to queue up the chapters I had in the barrel! Yay!! Which also means that I have a super duper exciting chapter coming up, which I can’t wait to write and can’t wait for y’all to read. I just need it to be perfect.

That said, thank you to @baelpenrose and @charlylimph-blog for your help with this particular chapter. I love when we are all three in one of these sessions and just descending into chaos in the chat. Also, @mamayoda (who I can’t tag but I do want you to know I see your likes in my notes!) for love-bombing my notes recently.

“Is it just me or is everyone really jumpy?” Charly asked as I set my food down across from her. It was our thrice-weekly lunch dates in one of the public mess halls, and she definitely had a point. I had already noticed three people scowl distrustfully at the food consoles, hugging closely to the prepared food side of the room instead.

I sighed. “It has to have been Derek’s stress test. It wasn’t supposed to impact systems we didn’t design, but…”

She snorted loudly. “Tell that to the week I spent taking cold showers again. At least this time, the doors didn’t play any music when I walked through them.”

“Did your doors at least open consistently? I was stuck in my quarters for a whole day until we figured out that I could walk through if I had an escort.” I laughed and shook my head before digging in to my food. “And, come to find out, we actually do manage the water systems, thanks to BioLab 2.”

Contrary to myself, Charly was entirely unperturbed at this revelation beyond sniffing her hoodie and shrugging. “My doors worked fine as far as I know, but Coffey and I tend to work the same hours, so… Maybe that was it. Oo!” Her cheer of enthusiasm caught me off guard as she started bouncing in her seat. “OOOOO! I bet he activated the routine Xiomara had running when you and Jokul weren’t friends yet!”

“There was a routine!?” I asked, exasperated. “I behaved, thank you. It wasn’t necessary.”

“Meh. Just in case. What do you think her deal is?” She tilted her head to the side, at a table near us.

Sure enough, the woman at that table was darting glances around the room, her shoulders hunched, elbows close to her body, eyes wide. I could practically feel her shaking from where I was. “I can’t tell if she looks suspicious or afraid,” I murmured, hoping the woman couldn’t hear me. “But the fact that I’ve met mice and chihuahuas who shook less, I’m going to go with afraid.”

As I watched the woman, weighing whether or not a stranger trying to comfort her would make it better or worse, Mona’s familiar face approached her instead. She was speaking softly enough that I couldn’t make out words, but the woman clearly recognized her and only jumped slightly.

I was so focused on the sight of Mona comforting the woman that I nearly hit the ceiling when Parvati’s voice came from entirely too close to my right shoulder. “Rebecca. She lost her family twice, first her parents, some cousins, and an uncle when the hack happened, and then her partner and children in the After. It’s understandable that she’s terrified right now, after the stress test. Too many bad memories.”

My face flushed in humiliation. “Pranav and Zach sent a ship-wide alert that the stress test was happening - “

A perfectly manicured hand clapped over my mouth, one dark eyebrow arched in eloquent disbelief. “Sophia. You of all people know that mental scars do not heed logic.”

Charly’s hair flew around her face as she nodded enthusiastically. “After day three of cold showers, I flinched every time I went through a door in case that stupid song started playing again, no matter how many times I reminded myself that it was a stress test and I had decidedly not given Derek boba tea again.”

Both my hands flew up in surrender. “I stand corrected, I just feel awful to see people react like that.” Gazing around the room, I was suddenly much more aware of all the darting eyes, protective postures, seats turned so that backs were against walls.

Charly had obviously seen the same thing. “We may need to talk to Pranav about limiting the tests to one or two systems at a time.”

“I wish we could,” I admitted, stabbing a potato out of my pie slightly harder than necessary. “His department was passing the tests with flying colors when Derek was limited to one or two systems at a time. But they failed this last test miserably, it turns out. As soon as they would react to one thing, Derek would switch to another system, and they couldn’t be everywhere at once as well as they convinced themselves that they could. And they can’t just be good at small scale attacks: the revolt that happened before the End brought everything down at once, from multiple access points. It was… kind of elegant, in a terrible way. Very clean.”

Charly squinted at me and Parvati in suspicion. “Are you supposed to know that they crashed and burned in the test.”

I rocked my hand back and forth while I chewed on a mouthful of crust. It had way too much butter in it, but at least it was actually crust this time. A week ago it had been something pretty close to paper mache. “Technically we don’t officially know that. Officially, all we know is that Pranav has requisitioned enough additional staff to increase his team of programmers by seventy percent.”

“Asses handed to them, got it,” Charly nodded in understanding.

“We also officially know that Pranav currently owes Hannah quite the enormous favor,” Parvati confided.

“How big?” Charly ventured slowly.

“Big enough that his grandchildren may be indebted to hers,” came the laughing response.

Charly shook her head and clucked her tongue. “He should know better than to bet against Derek. He breaks the systems for fun, and they asked him to really go for it. What did they expect?”

“Apparently to put up a better fight at least.” I forced a smile, but guilt weighed on my heart as I studied the room again, fully seeing the microexpressions of anxiety, fear, and anger. It felt like the entire Ark was constantly swinging between hope and fear. The random drills weren’t really helping, either.

“They aren’t,” Parvati agreed, letting me know that I had been thinking out loud. “Everyone is sleep deprived, on high alert, and then all of a sudden all the computer systems went on the fritz for a week.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, pushing what was left of my pot pie away from me, appetite gone. “We need to talk to Grey and Antoine about getting counselling for everyone, seeing as how Xiomara and Pranav pretty much just triggered the entire ship. I mean, everyone knows counselling is available, but I think allocating training and resources to the therapy teams is going to take priority over Pranav’s request for the moment.”

Charly tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Do we have the space for some quiet rooms, like you set up for the Food Festival a few years back? That may be a good idea.”

Snapping into work-mode, Parvati flicked her datapad open, bangles clattering as she started making notes. “The quarters left by those who relocated closer to the Archives are still uninhabited, those can be used. We may be able to convince some people to relocate so we can spread the rooms out more evenly, but even if we can’t, just having those rooms available will help.”

“Make a note to add in the proposal for Grey: possibility of having specific vendors permitted to serve food in BioLab 2. Encourage mental health days and picnics.”

Parvati nodded in acknowledgement of my request, before adding her own spin. “As a contingency plan, find vendors who will pre-package picnics. Between the current distrust of the consoles and the fact it will remind everyone of the annual Festival, the good emotions will help.”

“I like it,” I confirmed. “What else?”

“Paintball tag day in the corridors,” Charly announced, without preamble or warning. “Make it a holiday, everyone is off work, limit it to one end of the Ark.”

I shook my head. “Guns, not the best idea.”

“Ew, no. No pew-pew.” She wrinkled her nose. “I was thinking more paint-soaked splash bombs.”

Finger guns deployed, dual wielding. “I am so here for a paintball tag day in that case. The flavored paint?”

“Not the scotch bonnet please,” Parvati begged. “I just know someone will get that in the face, I don’t care how much Else likes it.”

“Got it, no more pepper spraying people,” Charly agreed seriously. “OOO! I could test the new arrows out! With something like buttered popcorn paint, obviously. Maybe kiwi on the other team.”

“Just limit the pull on the bows, okay? I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“Fiiiiine…”

Parvati smiled and added to her notes. “So, we probably want someone to correlate the current date to whatever the date would be on Earth… Just in case we need to get a consultant for Holi.”

“Good point. Conor is alarmingly good at that, so I can ask him. It would be a nice cultural event if we could do that. If not, we can totally work on celebrating Holi when it comes around.”

“Final suggestion for right now, because I have to get back to work,” I sighed happily. “This is going to be the biggest ask, and the smallest at the same time…” Both nodded at me to continue. “Care packages, for everyone. And I mean everyone on the Ark.”

“Sophia,” Parvati scolded me. “That’s almost ten thousand people and sixteen animal companions.”

“Well aware,” I forged on, “We’ll talk to Sam about the bows, I can wrap them. Commission some of those really nice chocolates, or maybe some taffy from Simon. And something salty. I know there is someone on the Ark who makes aromatherapy candles, Tyche is bananas about them.”

Shaking her head, she added it to the list. “If you insist on that, I insist on a celebration for the drop out of FTL. Hannah and I can use some of the plans from the Food Festival, include Charly’s paint tag - “

“And Kink Night!”

“- and Kink Night, apparently… have several events going on across the Ark, since we already discussed declaring a holiday.”

“Get Bash’s permission to use the Undine again, and I won’t object,” I surrendered before standing. “On that note, I really do have to get back to work. Come on, Vati, we have work to do apparently.”

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crackimagines · 4 years

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Might as well start strong: FE3H cast in Inaba?

Persona 4 3H AU Masterlist

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Yu’s Room

(Yu) “Hilda, Raph, this is my little cousin, Nanako.”

(Nanako) “H-Hello! Are you friends with big bro?”

(Hilda) “Oh my god, she is so adorable! Hi there sweetie, I’m Hilda! And yes, we’re classmates!”

(Raphael) “Ah, so we have a fellow big brother! I’m Raphael!”

(Nanako) “Wow! Hilda your hair is really pretty! It’s all pink!”

(Hilda) “Why didn’t you say you had such an adorable relative earlier, Yu?”

(Raphael) “I bet my sis would’ve loved Nanako too!”

Junes: Electronics Department

(Ignatz) “I’ve never seen these things before! What are they?”

(Marie) “Tee-vees. You watch shows on them and they’re powered by electic loutwits.”

(Lorenz) “That sounds terribly confusing...And by the way, who are you? You seem to know us, but we don’t know you.”

(Marie) “Marie. Yu’s friend. He asked me to give you guys a tour of Inaba since everyone else is busy with the rest of Garreg Mach’s students.”

(Ignatz) “Anyways, so how do they work?”

(Marie) “...Iunno.”

(Lorenz) “Huh? Don’t you live here? You should know how they work!”

(Marie) “Not sure. The humans I work with never got around to telling me the details.”

(Ignatz) “...W-What’s that supposed to mean? You ARE human, right?”

Junes: Food Court

(Yosuke) “So what’s your take on Junes so far? The ‘evolution’ of the crappy stalls in your world?”

(Claude) “It’s certainly something! Looks really comfy...For the customers at least, looks like hell for you guys.”

(Yosuke) “Oh you have NO idea.”

(Marianne) “There’s quite a lot of people.”

(Yosuke) “Really? This is a quiet day, Marianne. You should see us on a busy day! Oh, and there’s Teddie handing balloons out to the kids over there.”

Shopping District, South

(Rise) “And THIS is where my grandmother runs a tofu shop. Down the road is where Kanji-kun’s mother runs a textile shop.”

(Kanji) “Pretty small place, but it’s our home.”

(Leonie) “This looks like a nice little town. Reminds me of my village in some weird way.”

(Lysithea) “And the things they sell is quite strange. Book shops, armor shops, food stalls, it’s not too dissimilar from Garreg Mach.”

(Rise) “Weapon shops actually aren’t too common here. I have no idea how that place is still running.”

(Kanji) “Well, WE gotta buy stuff from there for the mi-...mighty low possibility of combat.”

(Rise) “...Nice save, Moronji.”

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lucarioisinthevoid · 4 years

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Heyooo! Does the gang ever have sleepovers or something! I imagine they play those creepy games, like ‘Light As Feathers Stiff As Board’ or ‘Bloody Mary! Oh! And they could do each other’s nails and makeup!

Hah, reminds me of a thing a friend told me, where they dreamed that they were Mike and having a sleepover with all the guards. Good times. Mike doesn’t get to put on nail polish. He’ll lick it off to attempt suicide. Jeremy doesn’t want any either, because he will gnaw it off. But he wants little bows and other fun hair stuff, he thinks that is fun! Polish Phone Guy’s head. It’ll last longer on there anyways and more space for cool patterns. They’ll have a lot of fun, except it will be incredibly stressful, because it’s like keeping five cats in a bag for a whole night. Mike never really sleeps, not with so many people around. The sleepover happens inside of the pizzeria, because Dave said either at HIS home or in the pizzeria and everyone agreed the pizzeria was safer- I mean, more spacious. They kept only the party lights on, and the animatronics locked up. At least until they managed to break out and a wild-goose chase started, including multiple last stands, declarations of wars and salt circles. At the end, the animatronic won the final battle of tic-tac-toe (incredibly work by Chica the mastermind) and now they were allowed inside of the sleepover too- Which meant no further swearing for everyone except Mike, who had the bitch-pass, like he always did. Ah, the benefit of being a virgin. You get to swear in front of ghosts! And capture unicorns, but we don’t let Mike near unicorns anymore after the last time resulted in the evacuation of the entire city. Back to the topic, you can rest assured that everyone WILL play the dumbest games, solely to keep Dave and Old Sport appeased. They do great things!

… LIKE REALIZING EVERYONE IS WEARING VERY STUPID SLEEPING WEAR! “Where’s ya sleepin’ stuff, Mikey?! Come on, me ‘n Sportsy brought our matching bear-bunny onesies, and you have NOTHIN’?!” “Usually I sleep fucking naked.” Old Sport grinned. “… well then, we’re waiting-“ “I can fucking break you.” The verdict of both the psychopaths was in. “Sexy!” Jeremy was way too distracted to listen to them though. “THERE ARE FREDBEAR ONESIES!? CAN I HAVE ONE!? PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE-“ Simon laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling, charging. He wouldn’t close his dial all night. “… they uh- were discontinued because the dye they used was tox-“ “WE’LL GET YA ONE, JERRY! DON’T ‘CHA WORRY!” … LIKE PLAYING SILLY PRANKS! “Phoney, help us bake! WE WANT A PIZZA!” “Uh- what do you need ME for?” “HOW NICE OF YA TO OFFER! First, please open that can of melt-cheese!” “… it’s warm.” “DON’T WORRY ABOUT THAT.” “I’m, uh- I’m not touching it. You probably have already molten the cheese inside, d-do you know how HARD it is to get that out of a phone?!” “WELP, TOO BAD, WE CARBONATED THE CHEESE BEFORE RESEALING WITH GLUE!” At that the thing exploded, coating everyone in cheese. “Worst night of my life…” Distraught Jeremy looked at them, while the other two were laughing. “O-oh man- sir, should I get I some water-“ Mike hissed. “No worries, I fucking got it.” “MIKE NO-“ With that he proceeded to touch the stove, putting it on fire and setting off the sprinklers, drenching everyone. … LIKE PLAYING STUPID GAMES! “Okay, everyfuckingone, listen up. I prepared a scavenger hunt. The reward is a fucking nifty thing, so you better work hard. It may or may not be a gun.” Excited Alice, who was gaining power with every miserable hour the guards spend, jumped around. Joining had been a good idea. Jeremy was concerned. “A- a gun…? Mike, you- you know that would be pretty dangerous-“ “DID I SAY “MAY OR MAY NOT” OR NOT?” “Geez, sorry.” “Great. So, everyone, the hints are hidden all around the restaurant and EVERYTHING could be a hint. If you tell me the right code- whatever that will be- I’ll give you a hint where the next one is. The first to find the X wins. First hint: Party hats. FUCKING READY, FUCKING SET, FUCKING GO!” Everyone rushed off, even the animatronics, leaving only Mike and Simon behind. “Did you, uh- did you really set that all up…?” “Nope.” Together they observed everyone rushing about. … AND WINNING STUPID PRICES! Everyone was cowering together in a corner, as the little Minireena pointed the dangerously dull plastic knife at them. In front of them Mike, looking like a feral animal. “YOU FUCKING CHEATED. THERE NEVER WAS AN X. THERE IS NO PRICE!” Alice tapped her chin, then giggled. Tired and confused Simon sighed. “What… what did she say…?” “That her price will be that we all design her a new dress, each of us one- or she will cut us into pieces.” “But that’s- that’s a plastic knife.” Slowly Alice’s head turned, creaking unnaturally loud for such a small machine. “… she says that’s the reason should make you way, WAY more afraid.” … LIKE WINNING THE DARWIN AWARD! Phone Guy had only left for ten minutes at most to get some ice and some non-descript carbon drink that you can’t prove is a brand name, so don’t even try to get me sued- He walked back into the main area, carefully watching his tablet so nothing would accidentally spill over, but when he looked up for a moment he almost dropped it all. Mike, Old Sport and Dave were standing together, roughly 500 rubberbands tied together, leading to two chairs that where weighted down by endo scraps. On the other side where all the animatronics, Freddy in front, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy right behind him in a line, with determined expressions on the faces. “WHAT THE EVERLOVING H-H-H-HECK IS GOING ON HERE!?” “SLINGSHOT BOWLING!” Old Sport screamed back, clearly excited. “MIKEY IS GOING TO CRUSH THESE ANIMATRONICS WITH HIS HEAD ALONE!” “ONE OF US IS GOING TO FUCKING DIE TONIGHT.” “M-MIKE! WHY DID YOU AGREE TO THIS- TO THIS- TO THIS- MADNESS!?!” “Madness…?” Old Sport started, but Mike shook his head and interrupted him. “FUCK YOU. IF I WANT TO GET SLINGSHOTTED AT MACH SPEED THROUGH THE ESTABLISHMENT I’LL DO IT. YOU’RE NOT MY FUCKING DAD!” “Don’t worry chief.” Freddy responded calmly, his eyes firmly on the other guard. “That hollow-headed guard won’t even put one scratch on us.” Frustrated that his meme had been interrupted, the Orange Man groaned. “… this is Sparta. Great. You guys ruined it.” Letting go of the slingshot, they propelled Mike forward with a speed that could kill multiple men. Depending on where they stood. … like learning how cruel and heartless war is and how nobody wins a war truly, the words of glory and bravery were lies that THEY used to capture young, innocent minds, to chew them up and spit them out without any pity for the lost and traumatized- Mike pressed his back against the wall, sweat running down his brow and his body breathing for oxygen- but he wouldn’t allow himself to pant, he couldn’t, they were listening- There were muffled sounds of pillows and flip-flops being thrown and the guard winced as he heard a cry. All he could do was pray, pray that their fort hadn’t been broken- No, he couldn’t hesitate any longer. Rushing back in, he dodged the projectiles instantly hurdled at him, before diving behind the protective walls of his pillow fort. “Status?” Hoarse he asked Phone Guy who was lying beside him, looking out of a little gap. “They’re getting more and more aggressive. Our walls will not long stand like this. Did you get the secret weapon?” Dropping a few bottles of carbonated juice and mentos, he grinned, manically. Yet still, part of Phoney’s heart hesitated. “… does it really have to come to this? Is that what is left of our humanity? We will never be able to forget this night, Mike. Neither you nor me. We will lay awake at night, thinking about this, thinking about the cries… do you want to add this to-“ With that he forcefully was grabbed by the collar and pulled closer, almost touching Mike’s nose. “You better fucking listen to me, Si. Out there-“ He pointed out. “You’ve been my boss. My chef. You told me what to do and what to say. You had some authority. But now? Now you’re a NOBODY. Now everything that matters is if you can DO what is necessary or NOT. BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT DECIDES THIS WAR, DO YOU HEAR ME?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO US? HOW MUCH LONGER DO YOU WANT THIS HELL TO GO ON!? UNTIL EVERYTHING OUT THERE IS A WASTELAND?! UNTIL NOTHING IS LEFT ASIDE FROM DISPLACED PILLOWS AND THE STENCH OF DEATH!? IF YOU WON’T GIVE YOUR FUCKING GO-AHEAD, FINE. I WILL DO IT ANWAYS, I WILL SAFE US- AT WHATEVER COST THAT MAY BE!” For a second it was silent, then Phone Guy finally slowly nodded. “… okay Mike. If we-“ Interrupted by a call from another ford both of them snapped up. Orange Guy’s evil tone was already bad enough, but his words were unbearable. “GIVE UP, YOU ALL HAVE LOST! WE WARLORDS HAVE AQUIRED THE ULTIMATE WEAPON- WE HAVE SODA AND WE HAVE MENTOS. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO GIVE UP… OR THIS WILL BE YOUR END.” Instantly Mike’s eyes widened and he sat up, hatefully hissing. “NOT SO FUCKING FAST! WE TOO HAVE MENTOS AND SODA AND WE WILL RETALIATE WITH IT ALL! IF YOU USE THIS WEAPON, NOBODY WILL BE LEFT, I SWEAR TO GOD!” Dave cried out in hatred and anguish. “MIKE! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US! YOU WERE THE LAST PERSON I EXPECTED TO BE A FUCKING COMMIE, HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME-“ “WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK DO YOU EVEN MEAN, I’M FUCKING SERIOUS, WHO DROPPED YOU AS A BABY AND WHY DIDN’T YOU STAY DEAD-“ The war was eventually won… but at what cost? Changed my mind, them having a sleepover is a terrible idea and is illegal from now on. Never again.

#the Group #had to put a read more because it went SO long

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sp00kworm · 4 years

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Hi... Could I request something of Piers and his sister being young punks and getting into trouble?~ ×

A/N: I hope this is okay! I just couldn’t do major trouble and had to write about them being the best siblings ever!

Requests are open! See my FANDOMS page for information!

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Morpecko has an Odd Ability

“Piers!” Marnie reached up to clutch at her elder brother’s hand, small fingers wrapping tight around the elder teens as he put his bag down by the door. Her eyes went wide as she looked up, “Your hair has grown.” She reached with sticky fingers to tug at his black and white hair, “And you dyed it! Mum is gonna be soooooo mad!”

The dark type user sighed, irritation turning his lips into a grimace as he pushed his sister’s hands away from his freshly cut hair, “Mum knows you little squirt!” He complained as she gave the hair another tug, “I rang her on Rotom about it days ago!” Piers sighed before reaching into his pocket for the phone. Rotom gave out a loud buzz just as he pulled the device free.

“Who’s that?” Marnie asked with a pout, tugging Piers’ hand down to look at the caller ID, “Ugh.” She complained when she caught sight of the picture, “That Raihan guy is still harassing you?” She snatched the phone before he could stop her and answered, “Piers is busy at HOME, Raihan!” She complained down the receiver, “Can’t you just leave him alone for three days!?” The dragon trainer barely got out a ‘what?’ before she hung up and tossed her brother back his phone.

Piers sighed and rubbed at the bags under his eyes, “Its not nice to torment people, Marnie, even if it is Raihan.” He teased with a small smile as their mother laughed from the kitchen.

“Is that boy still harassing you to be friends?” She teased as she peered into the hallway, apron splotched with the sweet curry her children enjoyed. Their father was no doubt away on business again in Wyndon.

“Something like that, mam.” Piers slumped his shoulders and rummaged around in his bag for his Pokeballs. The dusk ball shook in his hand as he pulled it out of his bag and the man sighed as Obstagoon erupted from his ball with a roar, spit clinging to the walls as he shook his fur and loomed over Marnie.

The young girl peered upwards, mouth open, before reaching for the fuzzy dark type with a laugh, “Linoone evolved!” She cheered as Obstagoon reached to pick her up with another growl, tongue dripping spit as he licked at her face and hair.

“He sure did, Sis.” Piers laughed as Marnie plunged her hands into his partners fur and clung on. The dark type Pokemon blundered into the kitchen for dinner, Marnie firmly held in his arms, “Obstagoon, you know you lot have…” He began scolding the Pokemon but paused with Marnie’s tearful look and his mother’s laugh.

“I’m sure your hardworking Pokemon can eat with us. They just tried their hardest in the league for you, the least I can let them do is eat with us.” She tutted from the stove as she turned the heat off the hob and set about spooning rice into Pokemon dishes and dishes for each of them.

“Thanks, mam.” Piers smiled and sat next to Marnie, petting Obstagoon’s thick fur as his other team members erupted from their balls to grab dishes of sweet curry and rice.

“Now what’s this I hear about you having presents for us all?” Their mother asked as they took their bowls of food.

Piers groaned behind his hand, “I told you not to tell Marnie! It was meant to be a surprise.” He sighed before smiling at his little sister. Marnie pushed her spoon into her bowl but before she could ask for the gift early Piers flicked her arm, “Nope. I’ll take you out tomorrow, then I’ll show you what I got you, okay?” She pouted but turned back to eating her curry.

It was a bright day outside of the Spikemuth, and Piers found himself missing the sunshine a little bit as they stood outside the giant, warehouse city. Marnie smiled as Pier’s reached into his back pocket.

“So, I got you something a little different, okay?” He smiled as he pulled out a small Pokeball, pressing the middle button to enlarge the device before he held it upwards out of Marnie’s grasping fingers, “But,” He put a finger before her eyes, “You can only have it if you promise me you’ll join the league one day.” He grinned at her enthusiastic nodding.

“I will I promise Piers! Please! I want to know what Pokemon it is!” She whined until Piers gave her the ball. She smiled at the ball before tossing it gently towards the floor.

“MORPECKO!” A purple creature erupted from the ball, red eyes furious as it hissed on the floor, sniffing the air madly as though it was searching for something.

“Oh shit.” Piers cursed before reaching for Obstagoon, “I forgot to feed it oh…” He cursed again as Obstagoon erupted from his ball with a howl, serving to scare the tiny Pokemon.

Marnie smiled at the Pokemon before scrambling in her own purse, reaching for the Pecha Berry Candy her mother had given her for the trip out. Morpecko’s nose twitched at the smell. Its red eyes fixed on the candy in her grasp before it screeched and jumped. Obstagoon’s claws missed the beast, but Marnie grinned and shoved the candy into Morpecko’s mouth. The Pokemon chewed at mach speed, the candy, wrapper and all, disintegrated. It was then that it faded into a yellow colour, a content burp escaping it as it nestled into Marnie’s arms, happy to settle in for a nap.

“Hey…Morpecko?” Marnie smiled down at the Pokemon, “Do you want to be my partner?” She asked gently.

“MORE!” It cheered before nuzzling in close.

Piers sighed against Obstagoon’s furry shoulder, “Remind me never to listen to Raihan ever again.”

“OB-STA!” His partner cackled.

Morpecko grinned against her cheek before leaping from her arms and running for the berry trees. A squawk sounded before Rookidees appeared around them.

“REMIND ME OBSTAGOON!”

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An Eye For An Eye

It was raining in Garreg Mach. Not an uncommon occurrence but today it was pouring particularly hard. And Dimitri was sitting out in it. Alone.

There were many things on his mind today. The tragedy of Duscur, the betrayal of Edelgard, the war ravaging Fodlan... but a new phantom had started to haunt his head.

It was a voice. A voice that was low and deep and almost like it was always on the verge of laughing.

At him.

It taunted him.

"You... How dare... GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" he screamed into the rain to no one.

"Dude, chill."

Dimitri froze, There, coming from behind him, was the source of the voice, in the flesh, instead of just his head.

:"You... I... I'll..."

He whirled around,

:"I'LL FEED YOUR GUTS TO THE VULTUR-"

He stopped. Standing before him was a short, squat skeleton, in a blue jacket and slippers.

"Joke's on you, I have no guts."

Dimitri stared, as hard as he possibly could with only one eye.

"What... What are you?"

"A skeleton."

"N-no that's obvious but - who are you then?"

"I'm Sans. I've got a bit of a funny bone."

"Strange creature, why do you speak in riddles and puns?"

"It's my brand. Also you look like you could use some humor in your life."

The rain started letting up. Dimitri paused.

"I... I guess I could."

"Don't suppose you've got a Grillby's around here? You know, for like, food?:

"No, but... we have tea?"

Sans sighed. "It'll do."

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The two were sitting together around a small tea table, with pastries and a pot of tea in the middle. Dimitri gingerly sipped his tea, rocking back and forth in his seat slightly. Sans just kind of... Poked at his cup of tea.

"So," said Dimitri. "Where are you from? I doubt it's Fodlan."

"I'm from the Underground."

"You mean like... the sewers? And I thought the sewer people were a myth."

"No, like... we're monsters, we live under a mountain, there was a barrier, but this nice human set us free. At least in one-"

He grew silent.

"One what?" said Dimitri.

Sans gave a very fake yawn. "I'm too tired to explain."

"...If you say so. Well the Kingdom Of Faregus will welcome you."

"This is like, medieval fantasy land, right?" said Sans. "I'll be fine."

It was then Ashe approached.

"Dimitri! Hello! I've been looking all over for you!"

Dimitri turned to Ashe (not literally).

"Hello, Ashe. Have you met Sans Undertale here?"

Ashe looked over to where Sans was sitting, but could only see an empty chair.

"Uh... Sorry Dimitri, I don't see anyone..."

"...Whar? What?! Sans is right there, you're looking right at hin!"

Sans just awkwardly waved at Ashe.

"Er, did... something... hit you... on the head?" Ashe said, slowly backing off.

"No... It can't be... He's there, I'm telling the truth!" said Dimitri

"I'll... I'lll go get Marianne!" said Ashe, running off.

"Er, bro, you might wanna chill," said Sans.

"No...I'll show them you're real! I'll show them all!"

He picked up Sans - who yelped - and carried him off.

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"Look at him! Look at him! Look at him! I want you all to look at him!"

Dimitri ran around, shoving Sans into people's faces. Most just backed or ran away, or laughed only to stop when Dimitri gave them a menacing glare.

Finally Dimitri stumbled over to Byleth.

"Can you see him? You probably can't, I'm probably wasting my ti-

Byleth's eyes widened and he gave Sans a quick tap on the forehead.

"That tickles," said Sans.

"Professor... You... You can see him?"

Byleth nodded.

"Excellent! You can explain to the others what's going on."

Byleth tilted his head.

"Actually... Sans, what did bring you here?"

"I was bored," said Sans. "Plus you seem like you could use the help?"

The eyebrow over Dimitri's good eye raised. "Help with what?"

It was then Ashe came over with Marianne. "There he is!" Ashe said.

"Please, hold still while I heal your head injury!" said Marianne. "You will feel a few moments of excruciating pain, but that's normal for this spell and you'll be all better right after!"

"Wait, what? I don't need this!" said Dimitri.

Byleth waved his hands in a "woah, slow down" gesture.

"Relax, he knows me from Smash," said Sans.

Byleth gave a "kind of" gesture.

"Wait..." said Marianne. "Byleth, do you see it too?"

Byleth nodded vigorously. Marianne paused.

"...Oh goodness, you must ALSO have a head injury!" she said. "Hold still while I-"

And just like that Byleth, Dimitri, and Sans were gone.

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The three were now in the sewers. Water dripped around them and there were unsightly lumps Dimitri avoided touching.

Byleth tapped his forehead.

"He says he has connections down here." said Sans.

"...Oh. Right. Yuri and his friends. Anyway, Sans, what did you say you were here for?"

"I wanted to talk. About your sis."

Dimitri scowled. "What of her?"

"You two need to talk."

"No. Disgusting. I refuse."

"Listen, me and my bro butt heads too and like, it doesn't start wars but I see myself in you. And I've seen timelines back home where things could get bad. Real bad. And I don't want your timeline to end up like those."

Byleth nodded.

"Byleth here reminds me of this kid I know. Went through a lot of paths in their timelines. A lot of them were real bad. But they eventually settled on a good one. I know Byleth is trying to do... somewhat like that."

Byleth nodded again.

Sans yawned. "Man being altruistic is exhausting. But really, talk to her."

"Suggest that again and I'll grind those bones of yours into powder."

"Rude."

Byleth struck a thinking pose, then bent down and signed something to Sans. Sans nodded and turned to Dimitri again.

"Would you do it for some tasty weeds?"

Dimitri's eyebrow arched over his good eye again. "Not even for that."

"What if I had a killer supply of weeds. The tastiest weeds I could ever stuff down your gullet. An infinite smorgaspoard."

"Tempting but still no."

Sans leaned forward. "I have the weed."

"...Fine. Fine, I will talk to her. But I cannot guarantee it will end well for either of us."

"Great!" said Sans. "But... How do we get there? I never bothered to bring a map." "You imbecile!" said Dimitri. "You're the one who proposed-"

The two noticed Byleth beckoning them further down the sewer tunnel.

"Let's follow him!" Sans said.

And so they did.

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The three emerged from a sewer grate right outside of a castle.

"Impossible... This is Enbarr, capital of the Adrestian Empire!" said Dimitri.

Byleth nodded and smirked.

"Well we just need to get inside then," said Sans.

"We need disguises," said Dimitri.

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The three were now wearing baggy brown cloaks.

"Perfect!" said Dimitri.

The three walked up to some guards.

"Excuse me we're-" Dimitri started to say.

"Hot dog salesmen," said Sans.

"What?" said Dimitri. "That's ridiculou-"

Byleth nudged him and he sighed. "Hot dog salesmen."

"What are these... Hot dogs?" said one of the guards.

Sans produced a platter of hot dogs that Byleth passed to the guards, and the guards passed around and tasted, their faces lighting up in delight.

"These are wonderful!" said one.

"We're delivering them to the Emperor," said Dimitri, suddenly getting an idea. "They could potentially solve world hunger."

"Of course! Usher them in straight away!"

And the group was indeed ushered in.

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The three walked inside, through the winding corridors, all the way up to the throne room.

There, on the throne, was Edelgard, Hubert by her side as always. Dimitri whipped his cloak off.

"YOU!"

"YOU!" Edelgard said right back.

"Stand by, Edelgard, I will dispose of him sho-"

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on!" said Sans, removing his cloak and waving his hands. Byleth sighed and removed his as well.

"The old professor too? What is the meaning of this?" said Edelgard.

Dimitri sighed. "The skeleton you can't see wants us to talk."

"....Talk about what?"

"Our issues, apparently."

Byleth nodded.

"But... Why? After everything?"

Sans whispered into Dimitri's ear, leading Dimitri to reply.

"Because our sibling feud is hurting a lot more than just us."

Edelgard thought a second. Hubet twiddled his fingers in annoyance.

"...Fine. Let's talk." said Edelgard. "But it's not going to end well."

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The meeting for a peace treaty between Faergus and Adrestia was a rousing success. Reform spread through both nations. Peace was on the way to Fodlan.

During a festival celebrating the alliance, as a crowd outside the castle rejoiced, Edelgard and Dimitri approached Sans and Byleth.

"I just wanted to say... Thank you for helping make this possible professor!" said Dimitri.

"He had a little help," said Dimitri, winking at Sans in a way that looked like blinking because of the eyepatch. Sans winked back.

The two royal siblings left, and then Sans turned to Byleth.

"You saw them too huh? All those icky bad end timelines."

Byleth nodded gravely.

"Yeah, like, I know the feeling," said Sans. "I've been there. But a certain kid a lot like you... the one who made the good decisions anyway... they taught me to care just a little."

Byleth gave Sans a pat. Sans smiled.

"Well, you owe me one for help untangling those! Say hi to the guys in Smash for me."

Byleth, uncharacteristically, grinned as they gave a thumbs up.

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"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT SANS!" said Papyrus, shaking his controller with glee. "THEY ADDED A HAPPY ENDING! IT'S WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED FOR THIS GAME!"

Sans, laying next to him on the couch, groaned. "Pipe down, will you?"

"WELL EXCUSE ME FOR HYPING RESPONSIBLY!" said Papyrus. He put a hand to his chin. "THOUGH... I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT THIS NEW DLC ROUTE BEFORE... AND I THOUGHT THE DLC WAS DONE AFTER ASHEN WOLVES... AND I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM ALPHYS AND UNDYNE ABOUT IT EVEN THOUGH THEY RECOMMENDED ME THIS GAME."

Sans shrugged with a smirk. "It's not like I did it."

"OF COURSE YOU DIDN'T," said Papyrus. "LAZYBONES."

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Happy April Fools y'all

#undertale #fire emblem three houses #dimitri #sans #fanfiction

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Our Gifts in all Their (Tacky) Splendor

The holidays are already over, but Yuan still has half a mind to finish up his present for the Yggdrasills. Whether they would be good presents were another matter entirely.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Yuan Ka Fai/Martel Yggdrasill, Mithos Yggdrasill Rating: G Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: @talessecretsanta2019 gift for @prettysailormimi ! I'm sorry for the lateness, but here's a short holiday story! I really wanted to include 'ugly sweater contest' into the story in some way, and for some reason, my brain could only do it within a modern AU. I hope okay, but I'd be happy to rewrite something else if it's not to your liking! But I sincerely hope you enjoy, and Happy Holidays!

Mithos peered over Yuan’s shoulder with a curious stare. “What are you doing?”

“Gah!” Yuan jumped, which was more than embarrassing for him. "Oh, Mithos. You just…startled me."

"I seem to do that quite a bit to you, don't I?" The young boy smirked, blue eyes glinting at what Yuan held in his hands. "Are those knitting needles?"

Yuan looked to his lap, as if he had never seen the objects before in all his life. "Suppose they are…"

Despite knowing Mithos for a few months now, Yuan still had trouble gauging the boy's behavior at times...but if Martel had trusted him enough to watch over her brother as she went out on errands, perhaps he was overreacting over nothing. The two siblings had a small place on the outskirts of the city, one that Yuan needed to take two-hour long train ride to. But even with the tiring commute, just arriving at their home was enough to revitalize him. He had truly begun looking forward to visiting each week.

Yet he had wondered for a while if Mithos actually liked him. The boy kept staring at Yuan, expecting more explanations out of him, more answers. Few adults would stare him down such as this.

So Yuan held up the knitting needles, where streams of green yarn streamed from their tips. "I'm making a sweater. For the holidays."

Mithos tilted his head. "That was last week, Yuan."

"W-well, a belated holiday accessory then!" Yuan sputtered. "Knitting helps pass the time, you see.”

“Hm, well, I guess belated is better than nothing.” At this, Mithos grinned. “Sis is still waiting for you to give her that present!”

Yuan once again lost his sense of composure, nearly dropping the needles onto the carpet and only having enough sense to catch them at the very last second (and nearly pricking his fingers as he fumbled for them).

Mithos, seeing the reaction, could only laugh. “What? You didn’t think I’d notice? You’re using green yarn! Like I wouldn’t know her favorite color?”

“I can also like green myself, you know!”

“Sure.” Mithos then walked off, apparently bored. “Anyway, she called earlier and said she’ll be home about an hour earlier than she thought. So you might want to hurry up on that.”

Faster than the human eye could follow, Yuan gathered his needles, his yarn, and his sense of urgency as he frantically tried to will his hands to go at mach speed. He would have to just make sure he got every stitch right the first time!

Why did he always have to be so late with presents?

When Martel came home, she expected Yuan to greet her at the door like he usually did, always so happy to take her bags full of food, clothes, hardware tools, (the house roof had been leaky lately and it needed fixing!), first-aid kits (for when Yuan would try to help her with said roof work), and even a few extra treats she’d get from a local shop to give to her little brother.

But instead, she went inside to see an empty living room. There were still remnants of a few holiday decorations - such as small pine tree, decorated in a multitude of angel figurines that Mithos had been mostly in charge of while Martel had placed the star topper. Wrapping paper still littered the ground, for when she and Mithos had exchanged presents with one another. Nothing too expensive or fancy, but the holidays had always been a special time for them both to spend the days with each other when there was no work or school. She had wanted Yuan to be a part of it too, considering how much he had visited them lately…

Taking a closer look, she saw the living room wasn’t exactly empty - for Mithos was there, laid out on the couch that was also half-covered in old wrapping paper, so engrossed with a video game that he pressed the screen a bit close to his face. “Mithos? Is Yuan still here?” Maybe she had taken too long and he had gone back home?

“Ah, he’s around,” he said absently. Then he swiveled his gaze to his sister with a smile. “My guess is that he’s hiding.”

“Hiding? Oh! Are you two playing a game? It’s so nice to see you both get along.” Martel was beaming as she carried her bags with ease as she began to set them down at a nearby table. (She had never needed help with carrying her things as Yuan would assume, but it always seemed to cheer him up when she would let him). “Are you having trouble looking for him?”

“No, he’s upstairs hiding in a corner of the hallway.” Mithos laughed then. “That’s why the lights up there are off!”

“Mithos! How could you- agh!” The voice that floated from upstairs hiccuped in mid-sentence.

“Ohh, I was wondering about that,” Martel mused with a giggle. She clasped her hands, looking expectantly up the stairs where darkness spilled over the steps. It would almost be rather ominous if she hadn’t heard Yuan’s voice just a moment ago. “Have you gotten lost up there, Yuan?”

Mithos was still laughing, his voice as light as his sister’s own laughter. “He probably hasn’t even finished it yet.”

“Mithos, please!”

“Finished what? I want to see!” Martel was now looking up the stairs expectantly. “Please, Yuan?”

Even so, Yuan couldn’t hide forever. After a brief silence, there followed the slow plodding of steps as he finally descended. “I haven’t even finished casting the sleeves yet…”

With a sigh, facing Martel, Yuan held up his late present in defeat. Martel gasped, while Mithos put on a scrutinizing gaze to the proffered item.

“I sincerely hope you do actually like the color green,” Yuan muttered.

“You still have your knitting needles there, you know,” said Mithos, being as helpful as ever.

“I-I wasn’t done! And now these darn things are stuck…”

Martel paid no attention to the argument, reaching out to take her present - a lovingly woven sweater, as green as the tree in her living room, as green as her hair, her eyes, and even her dress - and honestly, holding the sweater only emphasized all that green so much. Yet it looked like Yuan had even designed something on the front. As she looked over it, Yuan held up his hands.

“It’s… it’s a bit of work in progress! I know it seems a little-”

"‘Feeling just pine’," Martel read aloud, seeing the words stitched into the front, alongside a depiction of said pine tree. She laughed, the sound as soft as jingling bells. "Yuan! You are so clever!"

Yuan couldn't get any redder if he tried. Mithos was grinning. Somehow, in some way, he felt he was the butt of a joke that he had foolishly started.

“And I love trees! How did you even know?”

“Probably due to all of the trees you’ve planted in our backyard…” Mithos answered, but he knew it would go unheard. His sister was falling head over heels for Yuan again. A brief roll of his eyes, but he was smiling.

“This is so lovely! I’m going to wear it right now.”

“Martel! The knitting needles are still there…”

And even though it was quite clear that the sweater was very much not finished - the sleeves were mostly unravelled and the hem of the sweater looked quite a bit frayed, stitches not exactly tightened as best as they could be - Martel could barely wait to put it on. The knitting needles were carefully placed to the side while she showed off her new present to her brother. “Mithos! Did you see? Ask me how I’m feeling? Come on!”

Mithos sighed. “How are you feeling, sis?”

“I’m feeling pine! ” Martel placed a hand against her mouth, laughing at the word play. Yuan looked like he was about to faint with all that blood rushing to his head.

“Maybe I should have picked a different pun…”

“Don’t see why. Looks like you’ve gotten my sister the perfect present,” Mithos conceded. Maybe he had slightly doubted Yuan would have gotten something done in time, but he should have also known that Martel wouldn’t have cared. Yuan could have gotten her a sweater from Martel’s own closet and she’d still be so thrilled.

“Ah, that reminds me,” Martel said and strolled towards one of the bags she had brought back home, already rummaging through its contents. “I got something for you too, Yuan!”

“What?” Yuan said dumbly before smiling even more dumbly… somehow. At least that was how Mithos viewed it.

“Yes! And it makes me happy that you would have a similar idea… but I don’t have any knitting skills.” With that she handed him off something soft-looking, a deep azure color, and with… little lights attached to it. “I’m late with your present, but I finally had time to shop for one. I hope you like it!”

“You also got him a sweater?” Mithos said, barely able to contain his laughter.

Yuan was staring before then taking the gift in shaking hands. “Are those...string lights?”

“Yes! And they form a picture of a snowman! Isn’t it adorable?” Martel was stunning in her radiance, while Yuan was just stunned.

“Looks like a fire hazard,” Mithos said in a low voice while standing next to Yuan, low enough that he was sure his sister couldn’t hear him. Louder, he crossed his arms and goaded on the man. “Well, put it on!”

“I think this might be too big…”

And, well, it was. The sweater practically draped across his shoulders as he put it over his head, and the hem nearly dropped to his knees. But one good thing! The lights sewn into the sweater worked perfectly, and they blinked out a festive design of a snowman, happily smiling to match with Yuan’s own nervous smile. But even then, Martel didn’t seem to notice. She took Yuan’s hands, entwining them within her fingers. “We match very well, Yuan! This has been the best holiday for me in so long.”

Yuan, in his own embarrassing attire, could only sigh. He didn’t let go of her hands. “Martel...I just wanted to tell you that-”

“Hey, I just realized,” Mithos knowingly interrupted. “You never got me a present, Yuan.” At this, Mithos pouted. “I guess I’m just not as important.”

Mithos expected another sputter, another deflection of words - but this time, Yuan only smirked. “You shouldn’t underestimate me so easily, Mithos.”

“...What?”

Even Martel was surprised, blinking at Yuan. “Oh? Did you get him a present as well?”

Yuan unlinked their hands so he could head back upstairs. “Be right back!”

“Wait, hold on.” Mithos narrowed his eyes, not trusting Yuan’s sudden mood shift in the slightest. “Why would you be done with my present before Martel’s anyway?”

“Because you’re smaller!” he called back from above.

Mithos did not like that answer, but Martel nodded in understanding. “Makes sense!”

“No, it doesn’t…”

But when Yuan came back from the top of the stairs, he already had in his hands another sweater, this one looking much more complete than Martel’s. “Go ahead. I figured you would like this.”

“...I don’t-”

“Oh, it looks adorable! Go on, Mithos…”

Now Mithos was having an idea of what it was like to be in Yuan’s place just moments before.

There were no electric lights on this one that continually blinked like Yuan’s did, nor were there dreaded holiday puns - but it did have something on its front. A design on it, one that on first glance, didn’t really look too bad until -

“Is this me in an angel costume?” Mithos asked blankly.

Martel was smiling so wide. “Oh, that suits you perfectly, Mithos!”

“What? That’s not true!”

“I just observed and made some artistic liberties,” Yuan explained, sounding really smug for someone in a lit-up piece of wool.

Mithos then realized that this sweater was only partly for him anyway - it was still mostly for his sister, who looked like she was in heaven right now.

“Aren’t you going to wear it, Mithos?” she asked curiously. “We should all take a picture for the holidays!”

“But the holidays were a week ago!” Mithis once again argued, but then turned to the side. Still, he had rarely seen Martel this happy before. She was typically content, or calm, but Yuan’s stupid presents were having quite an effect on her…

Swallowing his own pride, he slipped on the sweater, sporting an angelic version of himself in the front. “There,” he said, hoping that would be it. “Why are you smirking now?” he then asked Yuan.

“I wasn’t doing anything of the sort,” Yuan said, all while he was definitely smirking.

“Come on, you two! I already have the camera ready. We can mail this out to everyone!”

“Wh-” Yuan turned to Martel in lightning-fast speed. Clear enough, she had her phone camera, ready to publicly broadcast the three of them to the world. “Are you sure about that?”

But Martel would not answer, already selecting the right portrait size and filters. Still, at least Mithos would give one final protest. “Everyone’s gonna think we’re having some kind of ugly sweater contest or something…”

“Oh, that’s perfect! We can send a picture of us and ask people who to vote for! I really hope mine will win!” Martel was quickly gathering the two near her as she held up her phone overhead.

“Ha! She called your sweater ugly, Yuan.”

“No! That’s not-!”

“Alright, everyone get close!”

“Martel, I don’t think you can even see our sweaters from this angle…”

“Good idea. I’m gonna hide a bit more in the back then-”

“Mithos! Since you’re shorter, I think it would be prudent for you to be in the front.”

“That’s a great idea, Yuan! Mithos, come stand by me.”

“Thanks a lot…”

But even with some grumbling, some flushed and embarrassed faces, and maybe a few hairs getting caught onto the lights from Yuan’s sweater, Mithos couldn’t help but find himself smiling as the camera’s light went bright, definitely blinding a few eyes here and there.

The holidays were last week, and he and Martel had already given their presents to each other, but somehow, with Yuan’s help, things felt extra special now. Maybe keeping this ugly sweater wouldn’t be so bad. He’d only wear it during the holidays after all.

#talessecretsanta2019 #tales of symphonia #yuan ka fai #martel yggdrasill #mithos yggdrasill #fanfiction #happy holidays!

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three-houses-text-files · 5 years

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bernadetta/raphael

c-a supports + paired ending

Raphael: Raaww! Hrrnngghh! R: Hrraaggh! Yrraagh! R: Hyaaaggh—huh? What's that noise? R: Heh... Sounds like someone's having fun. Maybe it's coming from the greenhouse. Bernadetta: That was really fun, Bernie. B: Good thing I found such an out-of-the-way spot to play. Only the pretty flowers heard me here. B: Isn’t that right, little flower? You're the only one who heard, aren't you? What did you think? R: That was amazing! B: Ah! Why's your voice so deep?! R: What? I'm no flower. B: Oh no. Raphael, you heard it all, didn't you? R: I did! What kind of instrument was that? R: I could hear it all the way over at the training grounds. It was great. I didn't know you could play! B: All the way from the training grounds?! Ugh! R: That's right. Then I came here to tell you how good you sounded! B: Good? No. No, I'm on to you. B: First you flatter me, then you get me to perform on stage in front of everyone to humiliate me! R: Uhhh...no? But that's a great idea. Everyone should be able to hear your music! B: Ah! I knew it! Monster! B: I won't fall victim to your schemes! R: I don't know what just happened, but I think I might have scared her...

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b (i?)

B: ♪Hm hm-hm hm-hm...♪ R: ... B: ♪Hm hm-hm-hm... Hm hm-hm-hmm...♪ R: ... B: ♪Hm, hmm...♪ Hm? R: ... B: Aaaah! Ambush! I knew you were out to get me! R: Ahh! Bernadetta! Please, c-calm down! B: Calm down?! Sure, why shouldn't I? Nothing's more relaxing than being spied on! B: I just love it wh-when huge scary men lurk behind me with their insidious smiles and heinous schemes! B: Ugh! You just want to make me a laughing stock— ruin me in front of everyone. I know it! R: Please! Listen! I only came to hear you play. That's it. Promise. R: I'm not gonna make you perform in front of everyone else. I just wanted to hear you myself. B: J-just you? Nobody else? Really? R: Really. I kept trying to ask, but you always ran away. B: That doesn't mean you can just watch me creepily from the shadows, you know. That would scare anyone. R: You're right. I'm sorry. I just didn't know how else to get your attention. You get so scared. R: But it looks like I ended up scaring you anyway. I'll leave you alone, Bernadetta... B: I really just wish I could have heard you play. R: Raphael?

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b (ii?)

B: There he is. OK, Bernie, you can do this. R: Oh! Bernadetta! R: Sorry, just passing through. Didn't mean to scare you again... B: No-no, it's all right. Actually, I came to talk to you. B: I owe you an apology. It's, um, long overdue. R: Huh? What do you have to apologize for? B: I’m hopelessly terrified of you, so every time I see you, I kind of lose my mind. B: But once you're gone and I get time to calm down, I realize I'm making a big deal out of nothing. B: I’m sorry I couldn't tell you before. I feel awful! I hope you can forgive me! R: Come on, now. It's all right. I wasn't really that bothered by it. Promise. R: I shoulda been more careful not to scare you. I'm a big guy, and my muscles can be intimidating. B: No! No, you did nothing wrong! It's all my fault. R: How about this? Let's say it's both our fault and call it even. R: But you know, I've been thinking... R: You really are scared of everything. Is there something we can do to fix that? B: You mean like a cure? R: Something like that. I think we can figure this out. Your biggest fear is talking to people, right? R: If that's the case, you need to change the way you think about talking! R: Right now you think it's bad, so you're afraid to do it. I figure if you talk to more people, then you'll think talking is good! R: It might be hard to suddenly start talking to people though... R: You're gonna need to take it slow. Oh! I know! Start with me! B: W-with you? That'll be, um...tough. Maybe, um... Maybe if you turn around? Face the other way? R: I guess...if that's what you need. How's this? R: I bet if you get used to talking to me, your fears will go away in no time! B: You’re, ah, still really intimidating. B: But OK, I'll give it a try...

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B: Hi, Raphael! Lovely weather today, isn't it? R: Sure is! Staring up at the sky on a clear day always reminds me of my hometown. B: What was it like there? R: Hmm…let's see... Well, it's a real calm and peaceful place. Big, clear skies too, just like this. R: It's full of friendly people and delicious food. Talking about it makes me want to go back. B: Yeah… It's a shame we're stuck fighting in this war. R: Right? I wonder what my little sis is up to. She's probably grown so much by now... R: I haven't seen her since I came back to Garreg Mach. She probably wouldn't even recognize me anymore. B: I’ll bet she would! How could she possibly forget such a terrify— Um... B: Such a terrific big brother? There's no way! R: You really think so? That's a relief. R: All this relief's making me hungry! Want to head to the dining hall? B: Oh! Um... Actually, we can eat here. I cooked something up for us today. R: Oh yeah? I won't say no to that! B: I heard you really like meat, so, um—here you go! B: It’s my first time cooking something like this. I can at least guarantee it isn't poisoned. R: Meat? That's my favorite! I'd probably eat it even if it was poisoned! R: Om mmm mmm... Mmm? Mmm mmm... B: Is it, uh...good? R: Graaah! That was amazing! B: Really? You like it? R: So tender! So juicy! So full of flavor! It was practically falling off the bone! R: The flavor was so rich and sweet! I— Wait...how can meat be sweet? B: Is sweet bad? I thought it was pretty tasty, myself. R: No, no, no! It was delicious! I couldn't believe it! R: I'd eat more fruits and vegetables if they were this good! R: If all food tasted like this I...I just don't know what I'd do with myself! B: Well, if you like it, I wouldn't mind, um, making more. Whenever you want, really! R: Really?! That would be great! R: We gotta get this war over with so you can have more time to cook! B: You know, I'd actually like that.

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paired ending

When Bernadetta first inherited control of House Varley, she hid away and would not dare involve herself in political or administrative affairs. During this time it was Raphael who came to her aid, encouraging her to work through her fear of people. The training period was difficult—"humiliating," according to the journals Bernadetta left behind—but in the end, it had its desired effect. The leader of House Varley became an outgoing and authoritative individual, taking part in public policy. She even took on a very muscular husband.

#fire emblem three houses spoilers #fe16 spoilers #fe3h spoilers #bernadetta x raphael #raphael x bernadetta #romantic

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A Rough Start (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Byleth-Sama: Love is War (Part 1)

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Part Listings Here!

All AU’s involved listed here!

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With the ball quickly approaching, Sara and Megumi have a person in mind to ask to the dance. What they quickly realize is that they want to ask the same man, and they’re about to turn Garreg Mach Monastery into a battlefield.

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Afternoon...

[A Gentle Breeze - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

(Seteth) “And that concludes are meeting for this week. You are dismissed.”

Everyone got up and walked out the room.

Byleth headed back to his office, Manuela and Hanneman to theirs, as Sara, Doomguy, Megumi, Towa, and Angelica walked out of the building.

Sara sighed while rubbing her head.

(Sara) “Ugh, the White Heron Cup, huh?”

(Towa) “Are you not excited by it, Sara?”

(Sara) “Not in the slightest! We gotta set up all the decorations for something that’ll last only the afternoon! Plus, we gotta see the kids do some probably boring dance.”

(Megumi) “I think it sounds fun! I can’t wait to see what kind of dances are on display!”

(Towa) “I agree with Professor Sakura! It’s a good way to see Fodlan’s culture after all!”

(Megumi) “What do you think, Slayer?”

Doomguy shrugged, indicating that these sorts of events weren’t really his thing.

(Sara) “The only thing it’s going to remind me is of the upcoming ball and how dull that night is going to be...”

(Megumi) “I’m sure there will be a guy nice enough for you to dance with, Sara!”

(Sara) “Hopefully.”

(Angelica) “Frankly, I’m happy you are taking all the guys. I’ll be going for all the cute girls that’ll show up. Heh, I wonder if I can impress anyone enough to-”

Towa hit Angelica’s head with a clipboard.

(Towa) “No hitting on ANYONE, Angie! We talked about this!”

(Angelica) “Ow, okay okay! Well anyways, who’s going to be telling the Houses this information?”

(Sara) “I got an appointment with my beer can after that meeting, so...bye!”

Sara quickly walked away back to her room.

(Towa) “Well, I guess I-”

Doomguy’s hand was put in front of her and shook his head, and pointed towards himself. Once he waved goodbye to everyone, he went to the classrooms.

(Angelica) “So, Megunee. Who’re you goin’ with?”

(Megumi) “I don’t know yet. I’m sure I’ll think of someone later tonight.”

...

Once the classroom representatives read the paper that was going to describe how their next few weeks were going to go, they voiced their opinions.

(Kazuma) “Ugh great. A ball.”

(Aqua) “What? A NEET like you can’t stomach interaction with other peo-”

(Kazuma) “STOP CALLING ME A NEET YOU BITCH!”

(Akira) “Well, I guess there are worse ways to spend a night.”

(Rean) “I bet everyone will be scrambling to get a partner soon!”

(Yu) “That’ll be exciting.”

(Minako) “Oh, I can’t wait!”

(Minato) “It’s not possible to skip this, is it?”

(Kazuma) “I’m with Minato on this one. Can we?”

Doomguy shook his head no.

(Minako) “Don’t spoil the fun on this you guys! When is the next time we’re going to get to attend something like this?”

(Akira) “She’s got a point.”

(Morgana) “Plus, it’d be remiss for us to miss a chance to attend a fancy ball! We get to work on our people skills!”

(Kazuma) “With stuffy nobles! We had to deal with them a lot last time, and that wasn’t pleasant! I got better things to do that night than hang around a buncha assholes!”

(Yu) “...Pot calling the kettle black there, Kazuma-”

(Kazuma) “And YOU be quiet! I don’t have a bunch of girls surrounding me like you all do! IT’S NOT FAIR!”

(Rean) “...We do?”

Akira, Yu, and Minato shrugged.

(Aqua) “In any case, we should go tell our groups this stuff, yeah?”

Everyone nodded.

(Minako) “We’ll catch ya tomorrow!”

Everyone went their separate ways. Kazuma grumbled under his breath as he walked with Aqua.

(Aqua) “You can’t be shut in all the time! If it’ll get you out, then I’ll take pity and take you to dance with a godde-”

(Kazuma) “I’d rather die.”

(Sothis) “As would I.”

(Kazuma) “FUCKIN’ JESUS!”

Both Aqua and Kazuma were startled by Sothis appearing in front of them.

(Aqua) “Don’t scare us like tha-...Where’s Byleth?”

(Sothis) “That child is doing paperwork currently. I am in no mood to rest, so I thought I might as well join you idiots. Now, what’s this ball I’m hearing so much about?”

(Kazuma) “Tch, well you see...”

...

(Sothis) “...What kind of asinine reasoning is that? That you’ll be miserable if you do not have someone to dance with? Just strut your moves as you see fit!”

(Kazuma) “Psh, I wish we could, then maybe I could have a bit of fun! But no, this isn’t some nightclub, it’s some boring ass ball dancing!”

(Aqua) “Ugh, I’ve had enough of your whining. I’m off to drink.”

(Kazuma) “I hope you have a hangover!”

Late Evening...

[Evening Moments - Trails of Cold Steel]

Sara slammed her mug down onto the table.

(Sara) “Ah, that’s a nice cold brew you got us tonight, Manuela!”

(Manuela) “Ugh, I’m going to need it to forget about this week. That ball is going to be a sad reminder of my life...”

(Sara) “Here here...”

(Aqua) “Yeesh, everyone’s talkin’ doom and gloom about this damn ball! You girls just need to relax alright?! We can have fun dancing together!”

(Manuela) “Oh sweetie, you don’t understand. When you’re as old as us, you’re going to be lamenting this too...”

(Aqua) “I’m older than the both of you!”

(Sara) “Right right...goddess stuff and all that.”

Manuela and Sara chugged their beer.

(Aqua) “Well fine, I’ll humor you two then! Who are you going to ask to dance?”

(Manuela) “Well, there was this cute knight I saw earlier today. He seemed like a nice enough fellow. What about you, Sara?”

(Sara) “Someone who’d dance with me regardless of my habits...”

She considered her options. Frankly not a lot of people in the Monastery could stand her, and those who did were far too young. But...

(Sara) “Aha!”

Manuela and Aqua looked at her with a curious expression.

(Sara) “I know just the man!”

...

Megumi had just finished her paperwork for the night and was headed to her rooms before she almost ran into Kasumi.

(Kasumi) “Oh, please excuse me, Sakura-sensei!”

(Megumi) “Hello, Yoshizawa. I’m sorry I almost hit you there!”

(Kasumi) “That’s a lot of papers, do you need some help?”

(Megumi) “No I-...Actually, it’d be a big help if you could, thank you!”

Splitting the papers they walked to Megumi’s room.

(Megumi) “So, are you excited for the ball that’s coming soon?”

(Kasumi) “Indeed! Doing gymnastics is a bit different from dancing, but the footing seems similar, so I’m excited to try! Have we elected a representative for the White Heron Cup yet?”

(Megumi) “No, that’s something Sara, Slayer, and I need to discuss still.”

(Kasumi) “I see, well I hope you choose well. By the way, what about you? Are you excited?”

(Megumi) “Quite a bit, actually! I’m interested in seeing how the students dance, and how Fodlan dancing is compared to Japanese. Hah, as for asking someone to the dance, that’s an ongoing problem.”

(Kasumi) “Well, you’re a very kind person, Sakura-sensei! I’m sure that anyone would be more than happy to!”

(Megumi) “Hah, thank you Yoshizawa. To be frank, it’s not a matter of getting anyone that’s bothering me, it’s just having the right person. These sorts of things should be special, you know? O-Oh! Listen to me ramble, sorry! Thank you for helping out.”

Kasumi gave Megumi the papers.

(Kasumi) “Anytime! I hope you find the person you’re looking for!”

Kasumi bowed and walked away, Megumi opening her door and putting the papers on her desk.

(Megumi) “Well, if I had to choose anyone it’d be...-”

...

Megumi went back to the offices and saw Byleth’s door spilling candlelight beneath the door.

She was about to knock before Sara came around the corner.

(Sara) “Oh, heya Megunee. What’re you doin’?”

(Megumi) “Hello Sara. I was about to ask Byleth something, but its not that important. I’ll just come back later.”

(Sara) “Neither’s mine. It was just going to be about the Ball.”

(Megumi) “What a coincidence! That’s what I was going to talk to him about.

(Sara & Megumi) “...”

(Sara) “Were you about to-”

(Megumi) “-Ask him to the ball?”

!!!

(Sara) “Sis, I’m gonna need you to stand aside.”

(Megumi) “Huh?”

(Sara) “I need this more than you do, Megunee! You don’t understand the struggles I’ve been through!”

(Megumi) “...O-Oh! You have feelings for him then? I apologize, I’ll let you ask-”

(Sara) “HUH?! N-NO I DON’T! I WAS JUST GOING TO SEE IF HIS LONELY ASS NEEDED A GIRL LIKE ME!”

(Megumi) “...But didn’t you just-”

(Sara) “Alright, that’s it! KNOW WHAT?! I THINK I GOT A BETTER IDEA! HOW ABOUT WE LET HIM CHOOSE?!”

Megumi didn’t quite understand what Sara was going on about but...

Losing to Sara on this didn’t sit quite right with her. Regardless, Megumi agreed.

(Megumi) “Alright then, that’s fine with me.”

(Sara) “We’ll see who ends up the victor! It’s going to be me!”

Sara stormed away while Megumi stood there confused for a moment before she registered what she really meant.

(Megumi) “Oooooh! Hmph! Fine! If she’s going to act like that, then I’ll make sure not to fall that easily either! This means war, Sara!”

Byleth was inside doing paperwork. He was only half paying attention to the conversation while Sothis went outside to see what was going on. She was laughing hysterically when she came back in.

(Byleth) “What was going on out there?”

(Sothis) “Oh nothing. Just a lover’s dispute.”

(Byleth) “Whoever they are, they sounded cross.”

(Sothis) Oh sweet child, you have NO idea of what’s coming...

[Love Dramatic - Love is War]

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