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[elegantzombielite]

"Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly."

Rose Franken, author and playwright (28 December 1895-1988)

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[oliviadoe]

#quotes #rose franken

[linusjf]

Rose Franken: Silly real lovers

“Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.” —Rose Franken.

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#Rose Franken

[bridgyrose]

Frankenstein Monster!Ruby seems like a fun concept for an AU

“Ruby! Dont!” Weiss rushed over to Ruby and held her from getting to the door. “You cant go outside!” 

Ruby practically grunted as she tried to push her way past Weiss, metal fingers digging into Weiss’s arm. “Out…. side!” 

Weiss finally pushed Ruby away and sighed. “You cant. Not… yet at least. If anyone sees you-” 

“Then… make friends.” 

“Its not that simple. If people see you, they’ll end up attacking you.” 

“But nice.” 

“You are, but… they wont understand.” Weiss gently took Ruby’s hand and pulled her close, though it wasnt like she understood what she had done to her friend any more than others would’ve. Even though it had been years since Ruby’s death, Weiss had never gotten over the loss of the one person she had loved. And now, she wasnt going to risk losing her again. It didnt matter if she was metallic, if her silver eyes seemed more like a dim grey, or if she was ultimately just a copy of a young woman’s fantasy, she needed to keep safe. 

“I’m… bored,” Ruby tried to argue, her words still sounding robotic. 

Weiss hesitated as she looked at Ruby, once again finding herself unable to say no to the girl. Her heart sank as memories of Ruby’s death started to flood through her mind, her grip tightened around the arm of her creation. “I… cant let you go outside. The people arent ready-” 

Without warning, Weiss found herself slammed into the wall, the sounds of ribs cracking and her breath getting knocked out of her lungs as Ruby started to make her way outside. She struggled to call for the girl she had loved, only wanting to keep her safe, wanting to keep her alive. Her vision faded as she watched the girl leave the manor. 

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Ruby practically ran through the manor grounds and past the gate that led to the village just outside. With a heavy pause, she looked around as her old memory had started to come back, though nothing was the same anymore. The trees she had climbed as a child were gone, the river had moved to below the town instead of rushing through it… nothing had been the same. 

“She’s back!” Gasps of fear started to run through the crowds of people as a few of them spotted Ruby. A few villagers pulled back in fear as the words “mechanical monstrosity” were passed around back and forth between everyone. 

“I’m… not… monstrosity.” The words were rough as they left Ruby’s mouth, still getting used to speaking with her new body. “I’m… friend-” 

“You were supposed to stay dead!” A villager called out as he threw a rock at her. 

Another villager joined in, the rocks that were thrown started to become larger. “All you brought was destruction and terror! We tried to run you out for a reason!” 

Ruby brought up her arms to defend herself, her heart started to beat faster and faster as rocks started to pelt her. Then, howls from the beasts of the forests rang out through the air. The villagers paused with their rocky assault and turned to face forest outside the village as a mist had started pour out from the trees. Black, wolf-like beasts started to appear in the mist, a black ichor dripped from their mouths as they growled and howled at the villagers. 

The villagers started to run and take refuge inside, a few making sure to grab swords and pitchforks to defend their town as the beasts drew closer. One even struck out at Ruby, slamming the sharp metal against her. “This is all your fault! These monsters wouldnt be here if it wasnt for you!” 

Ruby took a few steps back to avoid the villagers, unaware of the beasts ignoring her as they started to rush down the streets. Then, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder as a woman’s voice started to speak to her, almost comforting her. 

“You’ll be more at home with me, my lost soul. No longer a misfit, finally at home.”

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[spicycinnabun]

pt. 1 2 3 4 5 7 💐

Later that night, when Eddie showed Wayne the flowers for Kathleen, Wayne’s face cycled through a variety of expressions, none of which Eddie understood until he went over to a large gift bag that was sitting on the Lay-Z-Boy.

Wayne opened it, revealing a huge bouquet of about forty roses he had bought that morning. It was absolutely breathtaking, and that meant only one thing: he had gone to Harrington Floral.

“Awww, Uncle Wayne, you big ‘ol romantic!” Eddie grinned, clasping his hands over his heart. It made him happy to see his uncle—usually so cantankerous—head over heels.

“You be quiet now, boy,” Wayne said. His ears were turning the same color as the roses.

Eddie would do no such thing. “I will do no such thing.”

“Brat.”

Giving Kathleen two bouquets seemed silly, so Eddie put his in a tall glass of water and set it on the windowsill to admire.

He was secretly pleased that he got to keep the flowers. It was almost like they were meant for him instead.

He could pretend.

~🌹~

Kathleen was a wonderful woman, and Eddie really liked her.

She was the complete opposite of his uncle, but their differences complimented each other, and Wayne hadn’t stopped smiling the entire night. Eddie had never seen him so animated.

The roses made Kathleen cry, horrifying them, but she assured them they were happy tears. She said nobody had ever gotten her flowers before.

“Expect many more, Kathy,” Wayne said, looking a little heartbroken by the admission.

Eddie looked down at his feet because, hell, this was too much for his little black heart to handle.

Then Wayne got down on one knee and pulled out a ring, just like Steve had predicted, and Eddie couldn’t stop the waterworks when Kathleen said yes.

Wayne actually picked her up and spun her around like they were in a ‘50s romance film.

“Congratulations,” Eddie said, laughing through tears. He tried to hide them, overcome and unused to the emotional onslaught of a good thing.

Wayne hugged him and ruffled his hair like he used to do when Eddie was a kid.

“I’m going to take very good care of your uncle,” Kathleen reassured him.

It was unnecessary, but Eddie appreciated the gesture.

They talked late into the night, swapping stories. Wayne told Kathleen all of Eddie’s embarrassing childhood moments, like when he’d accidentally shaved one of his eyebrows off and glued on a pipe cleaner to replace it.

Eddie retaliated by telling Kathleen about the time they had gone to a department store when he was seven, and Wayne had thought one of the mannequins was a real person and had asked it for directions to the little boys' clothing section.

Kathleen cried again—that time, from laughing so hard.

~🌹~

Eddie ended up calling the number from the ad the next day.

He waited with the phone caught between his cheek and shoulder, twirling his spoon in his bowl of Franken Berry.

Someone picked up on the fifth ring. “Hello?”

It was a man. He had a friendly and almost… nasally voice.

“Uh, hi. I’m calling about the ad you placed outside Starcourt Mall. Are you still looking for a roommate, by chance?” Eddie let go of his spoon to cross his fingers. It clinked against the side of his bowl.

There was silence, then a sneeze on the other end of the line and a heartfelt curse.

Eddie glanced suspiciously at the bouquet on the windowsill above the dull green sink. The sun was reflecting against the glass and making it sparkle, the flowers looking bright and cheerful.

He could have been wrong, but that sneeze sounded nearly identical to the ones he’d heard yesterday.

“…Steve?”

🌷🪻🌻🌹

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Spawn's Defeat | Yandere Father Franken Stein

Sitting atop the roof of the DWMA never got old. The wind whispered the town's secrets as the sun rose with a stiff smile. It just felt right to be there. You doubted anyone would understand if you told them. They had to be there to feel the magic of being at rest and seeing the sunrise after a night of battles. 

You’d hold their hand, as they stumbled on the misshapen peak and have to assure them as they shakily sat. You’d continue to hold their hand as they let their jaw drop and a breathy ‘whoa’ escape their mouth. Even better they’d shed a tear and lean against you as you watched the sunrise. It’d be then that’d you’d stand lending a hand as they stood, more sure of themselves, reentering through the window you came. Bonded by the beauty you shared on the roof of the DWMA.

Click!

A deep breath in.

A breath out. 

“Are you done?”

The familiar scent of smoke. And the gravelly uninterested voice of Franken Stein. A genius meister so masterful he can weaponize his soul. The DWMA’s resident doctor and teacher. And most regrettably your father.

“What’s it matter to you?”

An intake of smoke. You can sense the way he shifts the stick in his mouth, letting it hang on the side to impede his speech.

“Aren’t you my spawn? Aren’t you supposed to do whatever I say?”

You scoffed, “Is your screw loose? That doesn’t sound like any reality I know.”

You kept your gaze on the sun even as you registered the crouching heat on your back. The sound of the screw cranking rang closely in your ear; his smoke-stench breath heated the shell of your ear. 

“Nope. But maybe yours is.” 

At a speed all too familiar to you he reached for your own, only to clutch at the air as you jumped to an adjacent cone of the roof. Hanging with expert ease as he stood straight, retreating his hands to his pockets. 

“Yours needs to be winded. I’d rather do it now.”

He spoke at a moderate tone but the annoyance shone like the glass of his eye-wear. You looked down spying on the early students coming in you prepared yourself to somersault down.

Without a glance at him you spoke candidly,” I’ll have a friend do it.”

Stein watched, taking a tepid drag of his cigarette as he watched his creation merge with the uninteresting student body. 

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The sun was nearly setting, lighting the nurse's room in an orange hue. Dramatically lighting the patient and her guests who looked down at her with various expressions. 

‘Ugh! Patty, you couldn’t have sprained both your ankles!? At the very least make your injury symmetrical for us!?”

“Kid! If you’re not going to be supportive then get the heck out of here!” 

“Y-yeah! Y-you didn’t even bring a gift! You’re so cruel.” 

Death the Kid upturned his nose letting one eye peer at the tearful pout of Patty. Liz glared at him with crossed arms, scoffing as she scanned the room. 

“Speaking of cruel where’s that screw-guy? We’ve been waiting here for a while now!” 

Death the Kid was the first to turn, recognizing the rising silhouette behind the adjacent curtain. Liz turned in to look in the same direction letting her eyebrow raise as you pulled back the curtain. 

“(Y-y/n)? W-wh–” Kid started, cut off by Liz,”(Y/n)? What are you doing here? You playing doctor today?”

You chuckled,” No no not today. Last I checked he went out to talk to Lord Death about something, said whoever ended up coming in would have to suffer by themselves for a bit.”

“Noooo!!!”

Patty wailed. Liz groaned rubbing a hand over her forehead before turning to the desk and the nearby medical supplies. 

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

“What!? But you’re barely literate in biology! What makes you think you can do that?!” 

Kid protested as Liz read and collected what she wanted in a box. She carried it to the playfully fainted Patty collecting the gauze and ointment from her collection. 

“Because I’ve done it before. Now move if you're not going to help.”

Kid scoffed folding the cuffs of his suit back. With a confident smile, he stepped towards Patty making her cower at the sheer determination in his eyes.

“Ha! As if! I will be helping to evenly spread the ointment and perfectly wrap the bandages! So that you’ll have perfect symmetry!”

“No! No! (Y/n) get him out of her or Patty won’t be the only one to wrap up!” 

You giggled. Stepping in front of Kid to lightly grab the same three tips of his fingers, pulling him in the direction of the door. 

“Come on Kid. Let’s step out for a bit.”

“W-w-we c-c-c-an’t knowing Patty s-she’ll j-just mess t-this up!”

Despite his vocal protests, he walked along with you letting you kick the door open to the empty hallway. When you stopped walking he couldn’t help but stare at your smiling face. Jumping with shock as he threw his hands up in the air, realizing you were no longer guiding him out of the room. He stiffly brought his hands to his sides, turning his head away as if to ease the heat spreading across his face.

“Kid?”

He jumped again, turning to you at lightning speeds. 

“Y-yes!” 

You tilted your head and puckered your lips, purposefully fighting the smirk on your lips as you fiddled with the collar of your uniform. 

“I-I need your help. My windup key…it needs to be turned.” 

The sentence brought his entire face to a red flush, turning away to dab at the dribble of blood that spilled from his nose. He turned back to you coughing as though he wasn’t the least bit flustered as he beckoned you forward. 

He closed his eyes preparing himself for the familiar and vulnerable sight of your windup key near your lower back. Only to open his eyes to see you, not turned around and instead unbuttoning your uniform's top. He flailed for a moment, freezing as you revealed the miniature key-crank in the valley of your chest. He reminded himself to breathe as he turned away bashfully letting his eyes trail to your own, which were looking coy and expectant.

“Y-you moved it…”

“I did.”

Your tone told him this was planned. That didn’t stop the blush that sat comfortably on his face as he turned it to the right. Winding it up as he had done so many times before, respecting the symmetrical horizontal placement that you had instructed him to. He let his hands linger registering the warmth of your body traveling through the metal to him. 

“(Y/n) I-” 

The door slammed open to Patty stomping out of the nurse’s office in a tangle of gauze. Liz seemed to follow struggling to follow because of the robotic gadget clinging to her leg.

“Wait! Pattie! Just ‘cuz the medicine is working does not mean you're healed! Hey!?”

You and Kid both just looked at the duo running down the hallway in absolute shock. Kid cursed under his breath turning to follow the two, abruptly stopping his pursuit to turn back to you. His mouth opened and closed, floundering to say something to your wide-eyed self. Before giving up, hanging his head for a bit before turning to run.

“I-I-I’LL TEXT YOU LATER! PATTY! LIZ!”

With that he shot off, leaving you in his nonexistent cloud of dust as he gave chase to his weapon partners. You let the creeping smile on your face fall as you turned to the opposite end of the hallway. Specifically glaring at the shadows of the unlit hallway as you clutched the opened ends of your uniform.

“How long did you plan to sit there and watch?” 

You sneered as the gray-haired man revealed himself turning his screw. He ignored you dryly snickering.

“Death’s kid? Really?” 

You scowled at him, hating the way you’re cheeks still heat up at such an obvious tease. You turned to walk away holding your head up high as you tried to rebutton your uniform. Much to your chagrin, he followed keeping a distance away from you as you went. 

“Whatever! Why don’t you just go back to doing your job?!”

“But I am. It’d just be so much easier if the patient was actually willing to take my help over a kid’s.”

You didn’t respond only speeding up, failing to lose him as he only did the same. This continued until you began just running at a full sprint still unable to lose him.

“Will you stop that!? You’re being a creep!” 

“Am I? It wouldn’t be all that creepy if you stopped running.”

“No! Stop it!” 

Spurred by the adrenaline of the chase you found yourself converting your casual sprint to the soul-powered running you’d do during battles. Darting at insane speeds out of the DWMA, sending any remaining students reeling through the effects of the intense air pressure. 

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As far as you were concerned the chase was still on and while you weren’t tired in the slightest, something else was slowing you down. Nonetheless, you hopped from rooftop to rooftop casually patrolling the town as well as evading the one chasing you. As luck would have it you did come across a foul soul already on its way to becoming a major threat. Directing your attention to attacking the mutated human, you launched yourself from the building. Using the momentum of your running and subsequent jumping you practically crushed the monster on impact. Splashing the cobblestone in a spurt of crimson blood leaves the floating red soul for you to collect. 

Without a second thought, you let yourself land collecting the naughty soul as you squeeze it in your hand. Usually, you would have continued forward, returning to the DWMA, eating it, or giving Death a call but today was different. Your head was foggy and your cheeks tickled. So instead of doing what you would have usually done, you brought the wisp up to your cheek giggling nonsensically at the feeling of it. Completely unaware of the counterpart launching from the shadows to kick you square in the chest. No doubt bending the metal that was haphazardly sticking out there.

Snap!

“O-oh no…” 

You drunkenly mused, letting your knees slowly descend to the bloodied ground. Curling against the pavement you began you let your eyes begin to close for a nap. Your newfound opponent would look curious before brandishing their weapon to attack completely unaware of the force being brought behind them.

“‘Oh no’ is right.”

Before it could register they were enveloped in electrifying pain, not only abusing the nerves of their body but its soul as well. And they could barely register the man with a screw in his head twisting it with a sick smile.

“Now usually I’d end you quickly but you’ve made a grand mistake and I’m not bored just yet.”

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“Can’t believe you’d be so idiotic to risk your life for something as stupid as this.”

“Don’t act like you know what I’m going through! It's deeper than just that!” 

“Hush. Patients don’t talk during open heart surgery.”

“Hmph.”

He watched you roll your eyes and pout as you let him work. With careful precision, he rewelded the removed key notches to his decorative metal piece. Inspecting the key for any incongruencies he let it hang in front of his sight, conveniently framing you in its design. He often wondered if he regretted implementing such a system on you. Disrupting your perfectly functional body with an inbuilt harness to nurture your ever-growing soul. But he knew well and good he felt no remorse for doing so; after all, it was his way of claiming you. While some may be satisfied with pure DNA, he figured he needed something more. Something he knew you’d need help with. His help with. 

Even if you denied it with all your might and abused it to lure unsuspecting weirdos, ultimately Stein had the key to your heart. More accurately your energy but he wasn’t one to be perfect.

“Are you done? I have things to do.”

He huffed sticking the key in its slot and turning it to the right. He continued winding it up with ease before shooting a spiteful gaze at the kid looking studiously through the window of his office. With a twitch in his eye, he turns the key abruptly to the left and officially presses it into you watching as it receded into your body; leaving only the filled lock on your chest. 

You sat up buttoning your shirt and grabbing your blazer on your way to walk out. 

“Thank you. Maybe next time don’t build with such faulty equipment.”

“Oh? Maybe next time don’t let random boys wind up your key. ”

“He’s not a random boy!”

“A random kid, who didn’t properly wind it up.”

“Whatever.” 

You dismissed him ducking out of the room to wrap yourself around the arm of said Kid. The adoring pair of golden orbs flicking to him in distaste, as you both passed by the window, only hardened the meister’s resolve.

“It’d be interesting…to defeat the spawn of Death. Right?”

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[fand0mh03]

Hey! I know this could be weird but maybe you could do the Evan’s with an S/O who acts In musical theatre? Especially Tate And (frank Kyle?) like when they see your solo or how they act when you have a romantic relationship with another character in the show? And just how they would act about their S/O’s Theatrical Life? Also, I love you works!!!!!

The Evans with someone in theatre

Hi love! I never have had the courage to do theatre, so I know nothing about it, so I hope that this is alright and accurate 

Tate Langdon:

Before he died, he would definitely go to every single play you acted in, even taking it as an elective or club thing to work backstage

He just kinda is there and admires you on stage- even when people are yelling at him to do stuff

He doesn’t care about doing anything for the other actors unless its with you, then he’d automatically do whatever you needed

Would make sure you stay hydrated

After he died he’d make sure there was a recording of your performance so that he could still watch it

Would feel bad that he wasn’t able to watch the play in person

Would help you practice lines

Kit Walker:

You would be his pride and joy 

Like you already were before- but even more so if you were in theatre

He would be so proud of you, finding your performance amazing and would admire how brave you are for going up on a stage

He would practice with you, putting his whole kitussy into being the best practice actor for you

Newsflash he’s a horrible actor

But he tries

And boy does he try hard

Will sing the singing parts with you if you have to practice for a musical

Would bring Lana, Jude, and the kids to your plays

He would try (and succeed) to have Lana put an ad in the newspaper for your play

Kyle Spencer(Frat-boy)

Would cancel anything he had planned to watch you perform

100% be the loudest in the crowd, clapping and cheering

Whooing you on the entire time

Would bring you flowers at the end

Kissing you and wouldn’t take his hands off of you for the rest of the night

Would be so proud of you

Franken Kyle

The coven girls would bring him to your play

They would have to sit him down and force him to stay seating

When you go on stage he’d yell  your name

Wouldn’t understand what was happening

Zoe would have to explain it to him since she’d be the only one to have patience for that

He still doesn’t get it

All the witches being supportive of you

Zoe would be jealous of your relationship with Kyle but would respect it and wouldn’t treat you any differently

I felt like I needed to add that

Anyways

Kyle would not let go of you at the end of the play and on the way back to the house

He’d be even more clingy

Jimmy Darling:

He’d bring all of the freaks

They would be the loudest row, all cheering for you

They’d be so proud of you

Jimmy would kiss you and bring you flowers, congratulating you and being proud of you

“That’s my girlfriend!”

Would hang up posters for your play

Would support it at the Freakshow and tell everyone to go over to watch you

You would smile at them in the crowd and thank them afterwards

Group hug

“Alright she’s my girlfriend”

He’d say when he wanted to hug you to and kiss you

Would ask you to do it again even if you were at home

James Patrick March:

He’d have you do your performance in the hotel so he can watch

Would force all the ghosts to watch you

Would 100% have it Devil’s night

Would kill anybody who talked shit about you and your performance

Would be in awe

Would want to celebrate of course

He would order the fanciest dresses for your performance

The best props

Microphones, anything else you could ever need

Would be so supportive and proud

Wine would be by your bedside table in the hotel, dimmed lights, candles, rose pedals, you name it and its there in your shared room with him when you get back from your performance

You’d have a lot of fun… ;)

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[takeyourcyanide]

Closer

AO3

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character(s): Franken Stein, Spirit Albarn

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Delusions (No, they’re not), Smoking, Angst, Not Beta Read, etc.

Word Count: 1 893

Summary: Stein is struggling and Spirit checks on him. This is essentially set during the madness arc.

Note(s): This is just a quick little fic I whipped up, because I wanted to write. I’m on the edge, so he is, too. We are one and the same.

The night sky was overcast, a dark, thick grey covering the luminous and gushing moon. Not even a glimpse of the light it reflected could fill the forbidding laboratory, of which was only illuminated by the gentle flicker of waving flames.

A lavender scent flourished throughout the building as all of the wax began to melt, dripping sluggishly down the body of each candle.

Mixing with the curated and pleasant odor was the smell of the smoke fluttering from out of Stein’s shredded lips, ultimately overtaking the softer and more welcoming lavender.

He paced throughout the shadows, eyes seemingly upon him, creatures seemingly beside him, as he took yet another drag of his cigarette, inhaling all that he possibly could. And he did, until there was only a mere nub left, ashes scattered aimlessly upon the concrete floors.

The meister crushed it beneath his foot, rubbing it in, only to retrieve the crushed item and throw it in the garbage.

Stein sighed, deep and rough, grimacing to himself whilst his neck enough to produce a cracking sound. And too, he cracked his arms, stretching them outwards in awkward positions, shifting both them and himself around wildly. His movements were stiff and robotic as he did as such, as he continuously walked. He soon began scratching at his skin and his scalp, latching tense fingers onto his hair and yanking.

He narrowed his eyes in pain, rolling his shoulders, as he wished desperately and fervently that he could simply crawl from out of the sticky, taut, restricting, cumbersome, and high-maintenance skin-suit he was placed unwillingly into.

It felt like a prison as opposed to a home.

Stein smacked the side of his head, the side without a protruding screw, one time, two times, three times, and four. An unexplainable whirlwind of frustration and overstimulation seemed to have consumed him.

His body was not his own, and he would’ve been overjoyed to return it to the original owner.

He ceased his movements, shoving himself into a cold and empty corner, sliding slowly down the wall and sitting upon the floor. His arms fell to his sides, his head resting against the aforementioned wall. Stein scanned the room endlessly, various sorts of indescribable shapes and figures appearing before his eyes as he averted his gaze, promptly reeling it back in.

He audibly whined, overtired and pleading with whatever he could feel was before him to just go away for once. To be alone was all he desired, and he was not even allowed that.

Something was closing in on him, he brought his knees to his chest. They were getting closer. And closer. And closer. A feeling rose within Stein, bubbling up similarly to an effervescent liquid, passionate and relentless.

He wrapped his restless arms around his torso, wishing he could shove his head into his knees, but he had to remain alert. If he rested, he’d be unable to see them as they stood menacingly in front of him, just waiting for the perfect time to strike.

And closer, and closer they came. All around him. Above him, behind him - beside him, before him, and -

The cacophonous creaking of the steel double doors to the laboratory reverberated throughout the walls, throughout the flooring.

“Hey, Stein? I know it’s late, but it was a busy day today.. I just wanted to stop by and say ‘hi.’ It’s been awhile. But why is it so dark in here? What’s with the candles?”

The voice was familiar, but it was so incredibly distant. It was almost as though Stein was hearing it from under water, or perhaps another room.

The face of the individual was rather familiar as well, as the male unfortunately turned a few lights on. But it shook Stein. It was like the individual he was intently observing was an impostor wearing a flesh bag, or a fleshy disguise. Something was conspicuous about the way he appeared, it was jarring.

“What are you doing on the floor?” Spirit questioned as he marched closer towards Stein.

Closer.

Stein shoved himself impossibly further into the wall lazily, not too quickly, rather cautiously.

“What’s wrong? You look…”

Like you’re a cornered stray.

But the words would not escape his mouth. It was too out of character to be true.

Stein’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets practically, as they burned creepy holes into Spirit’s form and soul, his lips threaded shut. He reeked of cigarette smoke, unpleasantly clambering with the rest of the lavender air. He didn’t appear as though he was even properly breathing, only short bursts of breath to maintain himself, as though his breaths would render him vulnerable - he’d miss a microscopic detail.

“Can you talk to me?” Spirit tried his best to not sound pushy or expectant. It was a question he asked with sincerity - he knew that Stein sometimes had these odd moments in which he’d either stop speaking entirely or mostly, remaining particularly unresponsive. He didn’t understand why that ever happened, but he’d try to be patient with the scientist. However, it’d be nice to know what was currently happening with his former meister. Why did he appear so shell-shocked?

Stein made seemingly no moves to reply at first, though it looked like he wanted to. He mechanically shook his head, a methodical and visibly thought-out movement.

“Okay, well… Why don’t we just sit on the couch? It doesn’t look very comfortable down there,” he suggested gently, outstretching his hand, placing it before the skittish man.

“Skittish” was the perfect word to describe Stein. It had always been. He was similar to a cat in that sense. No one ever crept too close to him, for there was always the looming and unspoken threat of being bit and torn to shreds.

Those were barriers even Spirit found it difficult to overcome, to break down and see Stein for what he is.

For no one shall see him and live.

Stein heedfully stood without taking the redhead’s hand, instead offering it a guarded and hypervigilant once over.

Once he was on his feet, he waited for Spirit to begin moving before he would even take so much as a small step. If Stein were to walk in front of him, then Spirit would have that upper hand. Stein would be vulnerable to an attack from that position.

Death Scythe did as his former partner desired, falling down onto the plushness of the sofa with a “plop.” Stein soon followed suit, sitting down upon the farthest end from Spirit.

“…Why are you here?” A broken and slurred mumble left Franken’s mouth, much to the surprise of Spirit.

“Well, like I said, it’s been a little while since I’ve seen you. Just wanted to pop in and check on you, I guess,” he awkwardly chuckled in response.

“But we’ve been apart for years before.”

Spirit bit his tongue, no longer peering at Stein as he merely pointed his eyes in the direction of the coffee table, unsure of what and what not to say.

He’s always been prone to madness, but now more than ever, he had Spirit worried to the point of illness.

A short, yet telling silence fell upon the pair.

“You look tired. When’s the last time you really slept?” Spirit broke said silence, analyzing the dilated blood vessels visible from the thin skin of Franken’s eyelids.

Stein shrugged his slumped shoulders, his formerly wide eyes retiring to a more squinty state.

“Can’t get back,” he huffed, head nearly resting on his shoulders as it tilted to the extreme. He was so unmoving, like a doll or a statue.

“‘Get back’ where?” The scythe inquired confusedly. Why did Stein always have to be so vague?

“The right world. ‘M in the wrong reality, I think. Was I ever in the right one?”

His words came out almost like a whimper, a plea. Paranoid and dissociative ponderment turned life. It had grown and festered and become its own outside of Stein, separate from Stein. It was reality. Had it always been? Yes. It had to have been.

‘How am I even supposed to respond to that?’ Spirit wondered to himself. Was Stein to believe him if he told him that they were, in fact, within the realm of the “correct” reality? And what even was the “right world,” anyway? “What are you talking about? We are in the ‘real world,’ Stein.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no,” he began. “That’s not true. Why are you making- why are you- no. Why are you trying to make me believe that?”

Stein shrunk into the very corner of the couch, his eyes wide once again, as Spirit realized how horribly he misspoke.

“Please stop,” Stein grabbed ahold of his hair, tugging roughly at it.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that! It’s okay, I’m sorry!” Spirit rushed closer to Stein, pulling at his hands, his own eyes larger in size as he panicked.

The scientist flinched harder than Spirit had ever seen, rushing out, “Go away.”

His eyes watered slightly, darting rapidly around the room, avoiding Spirit’s scorching gaze.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, please don’t cry,” Spirit stumbled over his words, his hands held up in mock defense.

Stein had felt fear for the first time in God knows how long and he didn’t know how to handle it.

“If you cry, it’ll make me want to cry, too,” Spirit pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed.

Stein’s jaw went slack, confused and frightened. Why would he cry, too? And why was he trying to convince him of a lie? Was it a lie? Does he truly believe he’s in the proper reality? Perhaps he is, perhaps this is the reality of this specific Spirit. The other Spirit is back home.

“‘M lost,” he whispered, his bottom lip barely and childishly jutting out.

“That’s okay - uh.. God, um… I didn’t mean what I said? No- I did? I don’t fucking know.. What am I supposed to say?” Spirit thought aloud, jumbled and frantic. “Here.. Just- come here.”

He pulled Stein into himself, his head resting against his chest, his rapid heart rate now audible. Stein struggled at first, frankly a little apprehensive and skeptical.

Honestly, Spirit wasn’t only cuddling into the male for Stein’s sake, especially since Stein was never all that giddy regarding physical contact, even going as far as reacting to it with repulsion, but also for his own sake. At this point, he himself just needed to hug someone.

“It’s going to be okay,” he said for the both of them, halfway talking to himself. He soothed Stein’s scalp, brushing over all of the hair he stressfully attempted to rip out. “Shh.. shhh……”

They both laid there for a long while, Stein begrudgingly, Spirit willingly. Each of the two were both their own brand of petrified, confused, and scrambled. A singular tear slid down Stein’s cheek, multiple fell from Spirit’s eyes. Neither of them knew what to do, and of course for very different reasons, but they basked in that shared emotion together, allowing it to consume and devour them.

Perhaps neither of them would ever figure it out. How could Stein possibly make it back to the real world? And how could Spirit convince him they were, in fact, in the real world? And for this, the both of them quietly wept.

——————

Songs I listened to while writing this because why not:

#soul eater #franken stein #stein #stein soul eater #dr stein #spirit albarn #takeyourcyanide #spirit soul eater #hurt/comfort #Spotify

[db-andromeda]

🧟‍♂️ FRANKEN-ZIRCON 🧟‍♂️

After the events of "The Trial" the legend arose that Yellow and Blue, based on the Zircons seen in the series, created a new one who would be in charge of carrying out the trial of Rose Quartz aka Steven; however, she would be too manipulated to be able to blame Steven for Pink's death and calm the waters of Homeworld, when the truth was known, this gem was lynched by a group of gems and was poofed thanks to the fact that they stabbed something in her neck with electricity. When Era III arrived, this gem regenerated but nevertheless had to be healed since her gem was cracked, however the marks remained for a time thanks to the trauma generated, now she's trying to work again, but the marks of her trauma are still present since they haven't been treated correctly

#steven universe #steven universe the movie #steven universe future #su #crystal gems #off colors #great diamond authority #rebecca sugar #crewniverse #digital art #draw #drawing #fanart #fangem #gemsona #oc #art of the day #artist support #artists on tumblr #artists on instagram #db andromeda #adopted #zircon #green zircon #frankie stein

[sminny-wew]

Until we get more Sonic Prime content here's some shatterspaces I thought up for fun

- Green Gulch (Wild West shatterspace, I wouldn’t be surprised if we get something similar in the show; Green Gulch, despite its name, has been dealing with a serious drought and water shortage, and certain outlaws aren’t exactly helping; Sonic’s gloves/shoes are designed for the rugged terrain, shoes have spurs and gloves come with their own grappling hook-esque lasso):

Sherriff Calamity Rose

Deputy Sherriff Miles Earp (steampunk-esque inventor)

Buffalo Big (the town’s cattle rustler)

Bat Cassidy (outlaw Rouge)

Knuckles the Kid (Rouge's assistant)

- Avalon Gone Island (fantasy shatterspace b/c unfortunately I kinda doubt they’d use SatBK; name is a play on “long gone”; Sonic’s gloves/shoes probably grant him minor magic; still figuring out this shatterspace, I might go for something more Dungeons & Dragons-esque instead):

Arthur Penfox (boy king)

Amy le Fay (the royal sorceress)

Red Knight/Sir Knuckles (one of the king's top knights)

Purple Knight/Sir Big (top knight)

White Knight/Dame Rouge (top knight)

- All Hollow's Hill (monster shatterspace; AKA “what if everyone from Halloween Town in Nightmare Before Christmas was at war with each other over who’s the scariest”; Sonic’s gloves/shoes resemble his werehog design, maybe he’d be able to tap into similar abilities??):

Dr. Prowerstein

Prowerstein's Big Monster/Franken-Big

Countess Rougula (vampire bat)

Polterknux (Rouge’s ghostly servant)

Rabid Rose (werehog Amy; she becomes smitten with Sonic when he acts remotely like a werehog)

- Toyzone (Nutcracker shatterspace; Sonic’s gloves/shoes grant him the powers of the elements of the land: sweets, snow, toys, and animals; this one’s a work-in-progress too):

The Knuckcracker (cursed hero, protects living toys)

Drosselcatter (magician/clockmaker Big; he welcomes and guides Sonic through the land)

Sugarplum Amy (queen of the Sugarplum Fairies)

Bat Frost (winter spirit, friendly prankster)

Fox King Tails (Rat King role, cursed Knux out of jealousy; his people have been in such a long-standing feud with the toys that they can’t remember why they hate each other)

- Gray Hill (rubberhose/1930s cartoon-style shatterspace; Sonic himself is in color but everything else including Sonic's gloves/shoes is black and white; gloves enable him to generate anvils/bombs/mallets/etc. out of thin air and can do practically anything so long as it’s funny, like Roger Rabbit rules):

Tails the Friendly Fox (Tails but Felix the Cat, has a handy-dandy toolbox he can pull practically anything from)

Knuckles the Sailor (Knux but Popeye)

Rose Oil (Amy but Minnie Mouse/Olive Oyl)

Rouge the Blot (Rouge but Betty Boop; talks with a Transatlantic accent)

Big Brute (Pete/Bluto-esque antagonist, arch-enemy of Knuckles)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #rouge the bat #big the cat

[scorchieart]

Home Sweet Homesick | AO3

Characters: Clavis Lelouch, Chevalier Michel

Genre: Angst, Comfort.

Summary: Two brothers. One month. The final autumn before Bloodstained Rose Day.

Word Count: 5.8k (grab a mug of your preferred warm beverage, friends)

A/N: It has come to my attention that I have never written a fic with these two interacting. Yes, I am shocked, too. This is a franken-fall-fic for the following challenges, many warm hugs to the awesome writers who set them up!

Prompts:

Getting warm in their sweater - Cozytober hosted by @randonauticrap

"Your hands are cold." - Pumpkins & Fireplaces 2022 hosted by @chaosangel767

Treats - Fall Fluff & Autumn Angst CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 & @violettduchess

Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, mild descriptions of injuries and pain (no blood), mild Clavis route spoilers.

“Recent activity west constitutes a growing concern, however full-blown mobilization of troops would be premature at this juncture—”

“Yaaaawn!”

“—No significant changes to report. Although such an extended pause may suggest possibility of attack—”

“Sn-ore!”

“—Our swiftest horse and rider are prepared to head out on-call with detailed instructions, should any perturbing developments arise—”

“Some perturbing development better arise in the next five seconds before I die of boredom!”

Tent flaps crack as a sharp gust bursts in unannounced, causing the stacks of paper and envelopes piled on top of our makeshift oakwood desk to flutter longingly underneath the stones I arrested them with. Three of the four candles illuminating my side blow out instantly, but the last one manages to hold on to its wicker as the mini tempest fades out as quickly as it started. It flickers feebly before bouncing back to its previous height, as though the wind was but a slight inconvenience.

I want nothing more than to grab that candlestick and plunge it straight into the desk.

But I don’t do that. I straighten my back, brush the windswept hair out of my face, and assess the damage. Luckily I had the foresight to restopper the ink bottle, because it was rolling halfway across the table by the time I spotted it. I manage to snatch it and my quill before they tumble over the edge and lay them atop the slightly wrinkled letter I was penning. Oh well, wrinkled doesn’t mean illegible, and I would know that better than anyone. Besides, the thing will get folded and stuffed into an envelope anyway. What’s one more crease in its cap? 

I lightly tap the last word I wrote and lift my finger. No stains. Amazing how some good came from that nimble nimbus, considering all the damage its friends did to our tent. A large dollop of water trickles through a rip in the top and drops onto my hair, a casual reminder of the rainstorm that bucketed our camp this afternoon. I shake my head and peek through the still-swaying tent flaps to the citadel stationed at the bottom of the hill. 

Golden fireplaces and candelabras illuminate the dozens of windows scattered across the fortress walls. Up here they look like tiny fireflies waiting to be captured.

I would like to go down there and catch them.

But I am technically still on duty. Yes, being a scribe is a duty of mine, and one I take rather seriously, despite what some nosy naysaying ministers may claim. Despite the fact that I prefer to be buried beneath a stack of dry blankets than wet letters, next to one of those shimmering fireflies. Despite the fact that our shabby little tent is one gust away from flying off to oblivion.

I mean Obsidian.

Either? Both? Beyond?

I do not like our shabby little tent.

But it doesn’t matter what I like because Chevalier likes it. Or rather, he likes its location. High above the tallest hill, the perfect vantage point overlooking both Rhodolite and Obsidian’s movements. Close enough to the citadel to relay any new perturbing developments as soon as they occur. Far enough from the border to dispel any accusations of militaristic intent.

Were this hilltop not the size of my closet, I bet Chevalier would move here permanently.

I wish Chevalier would move here permanently.

“Though it would be ardent to begin preparations at present, for the tides may turn mere moments after this letter leaves our base—”

“Now hold on, I haven’t caught up yet!” I say, quickly picking up my quill again. Did he say “preparations for presents”? I didn’t realize we were throwing a party. Yves’s birthday was a few weeks ago, but he’s back at the castle. 

This makes no sense. And “tummies may turn”? Jin would sooner swear off women than Chevalier utter the word tummy in any context. Though mine has been spinning in circles since we started nearly two hours ago. It is long past midnight now, and I’d really like to lie down. But if Chevalier isn’t tired, neither am I.

I’ll just write down my best guess.

Like the candle, Chevalier only paused for a moment then instantly resumed his blathering as soon as the wind ceased. It doesn’t surprise me, honestly. I’ve seen my brother cut his dinner with a steak knife, stab an assassin with said knife, and chew his brisket all in the same breath. 

And people say I’m the batty one.

Keeping my head hanging low over the paper, I steal a peek at Chevalier at the other end of the tent. He twirls a red stone figurine of a soldier in his left hand as he studies the large map laid out on the table, his back towards me. Not even his hair looks disturbed by the wind, and for some reason that angers me more than his refusal to slow down enough for me to catch up.

“Stop that,” he snaps, plunking the red soldier on the map with a sharp thwack.

“Stop what? Writing for your lazy behind?” I say.

“That nettlesome tapping. It is disrupting my thoughts.” 

I unconsciously halt tapping the quill. Now do you understand what a blessing it is that I am still sane, dear reader?

“Well, you’re disrupting my process with your ugly mug,” I say, resuming the tapping, louder this time. I wish I could see his face right now. His eye is probably twitching like it does when I interrupt his reading, and that always makes it worth the mental trudge it takes to see him.

I will not be rewarded for my efforts tonight, it seems. 

“You’re welcome to pick up where I left off if my way bothers you so much,” I say.

Chevalier hums and reaches for another figurine from a box. This time he pulls out a black one.

“And what would you do then to occupy yourself?” he asks, flicking the tip of the soldier’s miniature sword with his finger. “Tap your quill? Twiddle your thumbs? Sleep? When you’ve hardly managed to catch a wink this past month?”

And whose fault is that? I want to say, but I force my lips into a tight grin instead. A gentleman does not complain when faced with adversity. He powers through with grace and dignity and an unyielding smile. 

But my cheeks are seriously starting to bear the toll of weeks upon weeks of these fake smiles. And my eyes have long since run out of tears following all those late-night jumpscares whenever I do manage to fall asleep. And my limbs are screaming from the grueling daily training rounds from dawn to dusk. Even if the days are getting shorter, they’re getting colder as well.

And I haven’t told Chevalier this, but earlier today I sprained my wrist while sword training. It really isn’t that big of a deal, to be honest. I was only squeezing in some extra swings before training officially began because a nasty nightmare woke me up too soon again. I figured I’d practice on the ancient oak tree we secured our tent to, and maybe set up a scenario where I’d “accidentally” sever the ropes and let the thing collapse on top of snoozing Chevalier, but I ended up tripping over one of the massive roots in the dark and tumbling down the hill. 

He just had to choose the tallest hill.

“You are thinking of something asinine again,” says Chevalier.

“Definitely not,” I say, turning back to the letter. He is very lucky I injured my illegible hand.

I stuff said hand into my pocket and slowly stretch my fingers one by one, starting from the thumb, but my index finger only makes it halfway up before I have to muffle a grunt from the pain. I masterfully mask it by coughing into the crook of my good arm.

Another thwack of a figure placement, and Chevalier is back to reciting his correspondence. If he is upset that I just coughed on his sweater, he doesn’t make an effort to show it.

Yes, this is Chevalier’s sweater I am wearing. My shirt is all in tatters now after a certain fall down a hill (that I cannot believe I am bringing up twice in the same sitting). And my backup shirt is currently hanging outside, still dripping with this afternoon’s downpour. Chevalier took one look at me after I returned from practice and tossed me the sweater before I could get even one foot in the tent.

How very considerate of him, forcing his exhausted and sopping younger brother to change outdoors after sunset in October so his precious maps and documents wouldn’t get drenched.

I think I’ll leave a great big sneeze in the collar next, just to show how much I appreciate his prospective.

But I’d end up inhaling more wool than medically recommended before Chevalier would ever bother to tell me to stop. 

I’m actually still in shock to even be wearing it, to tell the truth. I figured it was buried at the bottom of his closet half-eaten by moths. It had been years since I’d last seen the thing, when his grandfather gave it to him at his mother’s funeral. One of those events I figured Chevalier deemed not worth remembering.

But I remember.

I remember the way Chevalier stood in front of her grave after they buried her, pale and stiff and dry-eyed, like a flawless stone figurine. I remember how the Lord Michel walked up beside him and almost put his hand on his shoulder, but pulled away at the last second when Chevalier turned to look at him. And I remember how he looked back. How he shakily drew the folded sweater from his other arm and trembled as he presented it to his grandson, a boy not half his size. 

“She’d want you to keep warm,” he’d said. I remember how cold his words sounded that day.

I remember how cold my mother’s hand was, too.

“Ow!”

The quill clatters on the desk as I furiously rub at my temple. When I open my eyes, a black knight lays atop my letter, shimmering dully in the single candlelight.

“What was that for?” I growl.

“You misspelled ‘accommodate’.”

“What?” I push the knight aside and count the letters of the last word I wrote. Two c’s and one m stare back at me in glossy ebony ink. I glance back at Chevalier. His hand is rummaging through the box again, but his eyes never lift from the map.

I pick up the quill and start to squeeze a mini m by the first when a second figure bounces off my head.

“Stop that!” I yell.

“Start over.”

“No way, it’s just a tiny fix. And I was almost done!” I hold the nearly-filled page up to him, but he still refuses to look.

“Then you should have been more attentive.”

“Who cares? It’s just going to Leon.”

“With my signature.” He slams another figure on the map with finality.

But I’m not finished. 

“You rewrite it then.”

No response.

My seat flies back as I stand, but my cheek is pressed against the dirt before it reaches the ground. 

My wrists are trapped and suspended in the air, but this time I can’t hide my roars of pain. They’d be louder I’m sure, but the knee jabbing into my back limits the airflow into my lungs. 

My vision spins. I bite the inside of my cheek and force myself to breathe deeply through my nose. Wet, molding tent mixed with the unwashed stench of two teenage boys who haven’t bathed in weeks burns my nostrils, but years of experience taught me this is the fastest way to calm my nerves in these situations. Years and years and years of experience. My head is still going fuzzy though, and I can’t tell if it’s from the pain or the exhaustion. 

I pry my stinging eyes open and focus on the closest thing to me. The candlestick rolls a few inches away, the shape of my clenched fingers imprinted in the wax column, its flame still burning.

I must look positively feral, but no more feral than the beast pinning me down. 

“I expected more,” says Chevalier.

His fingers dig under the sleeves and into my wrists as he yanks, pulling my face a few inches off the ground. I gasp like I’ve just resurfaced from a lake, and crane my neck as far back as I can to meet his piercing stare. He’s waiting for an explanation. 

His palms are like ice, and my teeth chatter as I bite back the urge to scream.

“Your hands are c-cold.”

That’s it? One month of endless belittling, cold-shoulders, and sleeping outdoors. My fingers are brittle from writing dozens of letters. My elbows and knees bruised from constant repairs to this tent. My hand drips with searing wax from my latest failed payback attempt. And the best I can come up with is your hands are cold?

I expected more, too.

He stares a bit more, longer than he has all day, before finally releasing me. I fall back to the ground and bury my face in my collar —Chevalier’s sweater collar— heaving breaths in and out my nose until my head stops spinning. It takes me a few minutes, but I eventually push myself onto my knees and inspect the damage. I had grabbed the candlestick with my good hand without thinking, and my palm is now almost entirely covered in the waxy sticky stuff. At least it’s quickly solidifying in this cold, but I don’t dare peel it off yet. I might end up pulling off skin, too.

My injured wrist, on the other hand, looks even darker than it did this morning, with splotches of blue and purple climbing up my forearm. I hold my breath and nudge it with a finger, but to my surprise, I don’t feel any pain. In fact, I don’t feel anything, except for the sensation of frigid digits tapping my skin.

“Get that checked and be back by noon,” Chevalier calls. Another surprise, he’s not at his map but at my desk corner, chair back upright, scratching away with my quill at blinding speed.

“Noon?” I repeat. “You mean tomorrow?”

“I mean six hours from now. The numbness will wear off soon, and you’ll hassle the medics with your obnoxious blubbering if you do not hurry.” As if on cue, the first specs of dawn trickle in through the tent flaps.

“I’m not missing training,” I say. “If you’re going, so am I.”

“There is nothing more foolish than a dying man demanding poison over cure.”

“I’m not dying!” I march over and pull my good arm sleeve up to my elbow. “See? You’re just being dramatic.”

Again he refuses to look my way, instead focusing on folding the paper he was writing on into thirds. He retrieves the fallen candlestick, elegantly prepares a stamp, and, as soon as the seal cools, stacks it and the other letters I prepared onto my outstretched hand.

“You will deliver the post and return in time to memorize this new battle formation before afternoon practice commences. With the correct hand bandaged,” he warns, pushing past me to his maps. “Do not fall short of my expectations again.” He picks a red soldier from the box and resumes his planning. 

I push through the flaps before the thwack reaches my ears.

Even though the tent is meager at best, it still mostly protects us from the harsh winds that pound every night. The approach of dawn hampers the air, but a brisk rush still uncomfortably tickles down my spine as I approach the edge of the hill. The numbness in my hand starts to fade as I stare down at those jagged rocks, almost goading me to trip again, and I back up until my boot bumps the oak tree. 

Chevalier did say I have six hours.

I stuff the letters in my armpit and start climbing the tree, slowly as it is still quite dark out and my hands aren’t exactly in best form. I also try to keep quiet, in case Chevalier won’t approve of my little recess. 

Once I reach the highest branch that can support my weight, I throw my legs over the edge and lean my cheek against the trunk. It is cool and covered in morning frost; a welcoming sensation to my welting face. Not so much to my tense thighs, but if I learned one thing on this trip it is to hold on to any good happenstances because they are rare to come by. Or last long.

I pull the letters out again and straighten them. Leon’s is first, a tiny detailed rose drawn directly underneath his perfectly-penned name. That’s the code we came up with for documents that need to be read with high urgency. Chevalier likes his papers to be ordered by importance, both outgoing and incoming, and as I leaf through the rest I see he’s arranged the next one to Sariel, followed by Jin, and then to various nobles and ministers back at the capitol.

I sometimes wonder, if I wasn’t Chevalier’s shadow, could my letters top his piles?

My skin prickles with envy. He isn’t even the king, so why must everything be under his thumb? The land, the people, and now the words. Why not let these papers be picked up by autumn winds, like the golden leaves of the oak, with no drive or direction other than away from here? Embarking on a journey unknown, a glorious adventure beyond the confines of their pages, full of twists and turns and loop de loops never before scrivened by man. In the infinite realms of possibility, there exists a universe where they all land exactly where intended. But equally likely, they also may end up at the most inopportune destination.

I spread the envelopes like a hand of cards toward the Obsidianite border, a gentle wind growing from behind. 

It’s really not so different from Rhodolite. We each have rocks and grass and bushes. Storms hound us both, the rising sun does not discriminate, and we both settle at night under the same starry blanket sky. This little sample of land shows even more, with our matching fortresses and battle posts, and there’s a high hilltop mirroring our own. It even has its own matching oak tree, though while mine still brims with flittering leaves of reds and browns, theirs stands thin and bare. So bare, it is impossible to miss the dark figure seated on the top branch.

Frostbite stabbing my thighs jumpstarts my senses, and I manage to hook my leg onto a knot in the trunk before the shock sends me tumbling down. I hug the letters and straighten my shoulders, looking back at my tree twin. How long has he been there? Has he been watching me? There’s quite a bit of foliage surrounding me. Does he even know I'm here?

I tentatively stretch my free leg, both to see if he’d respond and to encourage blood flow in case I need to make a hasty exit. A minute passes with nothing, but as soon as I start to lower my leg, a shadowy appendage protrudes from the figure. 

So he can see me.

I raise my arm. This time the figure waves back almost instantly. Could I interpret that as neighborly? I don’t want to raise my voice in case Chevalier investigates. Instead I shrug my shoulders and wag my head from side to side. My neck is still sore from Chevalier’s little “rebuttal” earlier, but I hope the message is still understandable.

What do you want?

Another unresponsive minute goes by before the figure raises both arms. The first points a finger at me. The second beckons in his direction.

I look over my shoulder as though I expect someone else to be there. This can’t be serious, is he asking me to cross the border? The Obsidianite border? When we are at the cusp of war? Does this guy even know who I am?

I don’t have the time to conjure a reply before I hear my name called from below.

“Well met, Prince Clavis!”

So much for that last question. And for keeping Chevalier in the dark.

I scan my surroundings and locate a horseman at the base of the hill, waving a scarlet flag with a rose up at me. The postman has arrived.

For the first time on this trip, apart from the daily workouts, my palms pool with sweat. But this is a different kind of perspiration. Chevalier could pop out any minute, and my head whirs with what to say back to the stranger across the border before he does. Er—sign. Sorry, now’s not a good time? I’ll think about it? Can we talk later? 

Do I even want to continue this conversation? I jerk my head back toward Obsidian, but the branch is just as bare as the rest of the tree.

“Is everything alright, my prince?” the postman calls, turning the direction I’m facing. “Is something happening across the border?”

“No, no. Everything’s fit as a fiddle! Just watching the sunrise,” I say, fumbling out of the tree. No light emerges from the tent, and I quickly poke my head in to confirm Chevalier’s sleeping form settled in a chair by his desk of maps. He lets out a long snore, and I let out a long sigh of relief.

After a slow descent of the hillside (I will not fall for the same fault twice in a row), the postman and I greet each other and exchange our stacks.

“I am very glad I ran into you, Prince Clavis!” His voice is cheery, despite the fact that he no doubt traveled the entire night. He isn’t originally from the capitol, I have everyone’s names and faces memorized there, but the flag he bears is reserved only for envoys from the royal palace. He looks about my age, with modest build and eyes not yet marred by the horrors of the battlefield. If I was to hazard a guess, I would say this is his first mission this close to the border.

“You are glad?” I ask.

“Indeed! I was instructed to hand-deliver those letters to Prince Chevalier. I feared it would be a great impertinence on my part to address His Highness personally, so I attempted to leave the letters with the general. However I was shocked to hear that you two were not staying at the fort! I was told your location was classified, but I really wanted to make sure I completed my first delivery. I never would have imagined royalty sleeping in a tent mid-autumn, of all places!”

Called it, but all I say is, “You and I both, lad.”

“But this could not be more perfect! I can trust you to pass these off to Prince Chevalier, then? Master Sariel said it is extremely important that he reads his letter as soon as humanly possible.”

I see now. This could not be more perfect because he ran into Chevalier’s middle man instead of the man himself. I stretch my cheeks into that wide grin and give him a polite nod. The boy looks pleased with himself as he bows and marches to his horse, and I take advantage of his turned back to drop my smile and peek at who’s top-pile today. 

The deep purple seal pops in the faint light of dawn, rays sliding up and down the swerving curves of the embossed serpent like ethereal liquid, but it is the text on the other side of the envelope that locks my attention. Chevalier’s full name is elegantly printed in bold black. Below it, scripted in an equally flawless hand, are two roses.

My breath catches in my throat as I grip the paper tighter. The ink on the petals is slightly smudged, as though it was handed off seconds after drawn. Never before have I seen two roses, neither sent nor received, and the thought of what news they bear freezes the blood in my veins even quicker than the weather. Are we officially at war with Obsidian? Was a meeting held while we were away? Has Jade or Benitoite made a move, too? Or is it something domestic? Have the people finally started to revolt against this endless back and forth? Has something happened to the king? Has something happened to my brothers?

That last thought drives a final icicle through my chest. My eyesight blurs and my legs start to give way, but both are locked back in place as something large is shoved into my arms. It is still too dark to make out what it is, but I immediately register the residual heat it dissipates.

“And here’s the final package!” the boy says. I blink several times before I can make out the shape of the wooden crate. It is about the size of my torso, light as a practice sword, and feels like a tiny oven pressed against my chest. “It’s the other extremely important cargo piece.” He ends with a wink, mounts his horse, and departs before I have the chance to ask anything else.

My first instinct is there’s something alive in there, and I slowly lower the crate to the ground to not startle (or infuriate) it. It may be asleep, but there are no abrupt movements as I observe the box from all angles. If whatever it is was alive, it is highly suspect that it could survive the trip from the palace with only three tiny breathing holes. And the soury-sweet smell wafting out from them could not belong to a carcass.

There is no identification on the box, and I pull out the stack of letters again to solve this mystery. Sariel’s letter deadpans me with a scowl, almost like its author would, and I shuffle it to the bottom. It won’t make a difference if Chevalier reads it right this second or after I’ve figured out what’s in this crate. Each successive letter is from some general or marquess or duke, no doubt begging Chevalier for some fatuous favor because none are marked with roses, and I nearly resolve to just prying the crate open myself when a glint of pale pink catches my eye.

I grasp the final envelope in both hands and hold it up to the steadily rising sun, but my eyes are not playing tricks as the delicate figure of a cat shines back.

Why would Yves write to Chevalier?

Again, no roses adorn this letter, but I pull out my pocket knife and carefully lift the seal from the paper. I can practically hear Sariel squalling at me through the mouth of the discarded purple serpent, but I ignore it. This is a matter between brothers. Sariel could never understand.

My heart pounds in my ears as I unfold the letter to reveal Yves’s gossamer script, and I press one palm against the side of my head to steady it as I read.

Gladdest tidings, Prince Chevalier.

Thank you ever so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to write to me. It brought me the greatest joy to receive your letter on my birthday, I could not stop myself from shaking with excitement upon reading it.

Shaking with fear sounds more like it. That answers why Yves sent this, but drops a new more important question: Why did Chevalier send Yves a letter? Surely not just to wish him a happy birthday.

While your sentiments are more than enough, I truly wished you and Prince Clavis could have been present for the celebration. It was a small affair, as usual, but it was a welcome respite from the turbulence of the court since your departure. I am sorry to say our people are not pleased that your two-day inspection of the citadel has turned into a month-long station at the border, and many nobles are demanding your return to the palace posthaste. They fear your decision to remain may anger Obsidian and incite retaliation, but they only speak their minds so freely knowing you are so far away. I have no doubt you will have received letters from them asking for your return, but I beseech your understanding of their apprehension in your responses.

I scoff, the cooled breath materializing before me. Leave it to Yves to think the best of the people’s intentions, but he hasn’t read the novels of resentment Chevalier receives each week. And he hasn’t penned the curt, cold-blooded replies. 

Then it hits me, Chevalier sent a letter to Yves that I didn’t write. The paper wrinkles as my grip tightens, and I have to squint to make out the next lines.

Ah, but I am getting off topic. I am sure you tire from talk of military and government, Sariel is currently drafting a lengthy report to you on both as I write this, so I shall make this as brief as I can. 

It will please you to hear that despite the political climate, the seasonal climate has been rather generous. The harvest has been bountiful this year, and while the people’s spirits are not at their highest, their bellies are full and they are thankful. It took some help from the other princes, but we even managed to prepare the extra set of treats you requested. I must admit, I worried I would not be able to bake and pack the lot in time for the post. I had wanted the delivery to arrive as fresh as possible, and it was only with their assistance that we prevailed. Even with their pilfering hands snatching ingredients left and right, I ask that you thank them as well when you sit down to enjoy the sweets.

The tart aroma hits my nostrils again, and I have to hold back from clawing the sides of the crate apart. I limit myself to prying off two boards from the top, and am rewarded with a waft of warmth and a cornucopia of baked goodies. My mouth waters as I stick my face through the opening, letting the heat and the smell envelope my senses. 

Home. It really is a piece of home right in front of me. So close I can touch it, smell it, taste it… but I hold off on the last one for now. What if Chevalier sent a specific numbered order? I pull my head out and rest my chin on the top as I read the last part.

And speaking of the others, it will also please you to hear that they are all well. Prince Leon and Prince Jin have placated the citizens for now, and while it is fortunate they are a team of two, I fear their efforts will not last much longer. I have spotted Prince Nokto speaking to nobles as well, and despite his age he harbors a magnetic quality that calms even the tensest of brows. Prince Licht and I have been handling paperwork in the background, and we have learned much about our kingdom and its operations in the process.

Furthermore, I know you did not ask, but father is in good health as well. Though he seldom leaves his room these days and only speaks with Sariel. I fear his spirits are lowest of all.

I have a little space left on this page, so please allow me to use it to ask of my brother. You mentioned he has not taken well to the extended stay, I hope he is at least keeping himself entertained. Even with the disquiet of complaints, the halls never felt so still in his absence. But I believe he can keep up with you, we all do. 

Lastly, I do hope you are both keeping warm. The previous postman reported the weather is much colder near the mountains where you are. It was a bout of good fortune Prince Jin managed to hand you your sweater before you left, was it not? But as you said, a decorated mantle does nothing to light the hearth, so please enjoy the treats while they are still hot.

Take care of one another, and I pray for your safe return before the first winter snow.

Yves Kloss

The hand reaching for the crate is automatic. It takes a couple chews before I realize I have bitten into an apple strudel. It takes a few more before I realize I am crying.

Hot tears stream down my cheeks and smudge Yves’s words as I hug them and the pastry to my chest. Weeks… months… years of what I could never put into words rock my body as I scream into the crate. 

I don’t want to go to war. I don’t want to hurt anyone ever again. I don’t want to keep hurting myself climbing to catch Chevalier, because I know I will never make it. I just want to go home. Home where these treats were made. Home where these treats were shared. Home where these treats never fathomed a life outside their oven.

The sun is mostly up when the final cries exit my system. My body weighs like it ran to the palace and back, and I cannot even raise an arm to shield myself from the blinding rays or the chilling winds of early morning. The only thing I can do is bury my face in the collar of my sweater. Chevalier’s sweater.

Chevalier’s sweater is warm.

I wrap my fingers around the half-eaten strudel. It is warm, too.

Warm, like Yves’s hands when he pulls them out of the oven. Warm, like Licht’s cheeks as he stands tip-toed at the edge of the table and watches his brother set them down. Warm, like Nokto’s hugs when he ambushes his brother from behind, both in thanks and in distraction. Warm, like Jin’s ears as he swipes the top pastry and it disappears into his mouth. Warm, like Leon’s laughter as he prepares to pacify the situation.

Warm, like Sariel’s gaze as he watches the scene unfold. Warm, like my mother’s kisses that linger to this day. Warm, like Chevalier’s…

A sharp crack turns my attention back up the hill. The top of the tent rips and flutters in the breeze, waiting for me to patch it up again. Chevalier must be cold.

Pain throbs in my wrist. I peel the wax off my hand. I look back and forth between the citadel and the hill. Then between the border and the sun. I have many paths before me, and a good four hours left.

I stuff the rest of the pastry in my cheeks and collect the letters, careful to reseal Yves’s the way it was and return Sariel’s to the top. I grab the crate under one arm and start back up the hill. It is a long climb, yes, but one I know I can make.

*Nudges Yves* Get in there, Evie! You're the hero of this story! And uh, you can just stay where you are, Gilbert.

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[victusinveritas]

Roses are red

Wits are smarts...

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[citizenscreen]

Eleanor Roosevelt with the cast of the play 'Claudia' at the National Theater in Washington in 1941. Seated: Donald Cook, John Williams, Frances Starr, Eleanor Roosevelt, Dorothy McGuire. Standing: Buford Armitage, Frank Tweddell, Adrienne Gessner, Olga Baclanova, Audrey Ridgewell, author Rose Franken

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[noaheadiegamedev]

Ligeia

Species: Animated Flesh Amalgam

Homeworld: Unknown

Pronouns: She/Her

“Life and death dance entwined to a cosmic cacophony misaligned.”

Backstory after the jump.

Ligeia was created in the mountaintop laboratory castle of Doctor Greymire, as one of his many experiments in crafting new lifeforms from cadavers of disparate species. She was his first experiment with a coherent sense of identity and ability to express herself. Though Ligeia could talk fluently, she preferred to dance - a passion which Greymire implanted himself, using the brains of the finest ballerinas he could unearth. When Ligeia was first risen, Doctor Greymire considered her his finest work, his magnum opus. Ligeia lived among Greymire's staff, given the same treatment as his most noble guests. The doctor made sure Ligeia learned as little about the outside world as possible. However, he personally taught her to read, and she occupied herself with selected works on psychology, philosophy, and theater. Greymire would kidnap talented dancers, offering to free them only after teaching Ligeia everything they knew (a promise which he never kept). Ligeia performed many a recital for Doctor Greymire and his guests, moving with a haunting grace, contorting herself into shapes no natural creature could ever hope to attain. She was even occasionally allowed outside to wander the castle's gardens, closely monitored by Greymire. Though she was sheltered, all was well for Ligeia, and she was content.

However, Greymire's attention drifted to newer, more sophisticated experiments. Once he received secret research funding from the military, he quickly lost interest in flights of fancy. Ligeia's status and privileges were gradually reduced, until she was unceremoniously banished to the lab's dungeon. There, Greymire's subjects were left in the neglectful care of low level staff. There was only one way in or out, fiercely guarded at all hours. Dozens of half-broken creatures shambled painfully in the dark, kept around in the off chance Greymire decided they had some quality worth revisiting. Many could be fixed up with an hour of Greymire's time, but in the years Ligeia skulked the underhalls, she only ever saw him descend into the dungeon to disassemble a subject for parts. Too many times, Ligeia would overhear this exchange - the subject's pleading for repair turning quickly to cries of mercy, then to gut-wrenching silence.

Though Ligeia's imprisonment was bleak and cruel, it wasn't without its silver lining. The dungeon staff weren't nearly as particular as Greymire about keeping the outside world a secret. Every night, they’d put on the telescreen for a few hours. The staff mostly watched bootleg arena broadcasts, which were rarely translated. Of course, if something came up that could inspire an uprising, they quickly changed the channel. Nevertheless, Ligeia was highly observant, and kept fastidious notes about the outside world in a secret journal. When nobody was looking, she'd practice maneuvers she saw on the telescreen as best she could, cleverly disguising it as just another dance routine if caught.

One fateful night, Doctor Greymire resolved that it was Ligeia's turn to be disassembled. When Greymire approached her, Ligeia disarmed him of his cleavers, then used them to slice across his face. Before he could react, she used the moment afforded by the shock to slip through the dungeon door. Half-blind and humiliated, Greymire chased her through the castle. The pursuit was frantic, and Ligeia was nearly caught more than once by Greymire's new franken-killers. She defended herself with tactics gleaned from arena broadcasts, and managed - just barely - to escape from Greymire's estate. Ligeia wandered the lonely countryside for several nights, sleeping in the hollows of trees when the sun rose. Eventually, Ligeia encountered a wandering witch, who upon hearing her plight, offered to teleport Ligeia offworld. Ligeia took them up immediately, asking no questions before being warped off-planet.

Ligeia has no idea how far she was sent, only that she ended up on a bustling space station, somewhere totally alien to her. She was alone, left to survive using only her secondhand knowledge of the world. Her first efforts were awkward and confused, as the culture of her world was quite backwards, and her run-ins with the finer points of interstellar etiquette often got her in trouble. Eventually, she pieced things together, at least enough to be understood as well-meaning. Even then, Ligeia stuck out like a sore thumb, and many feared her. However, between her quick wit and growing expertise with cleavers, she was able to avoid trouble whenever possible, and defend herself when that trouble was beyond avoiding.

When she learned that the Thrasher League - a massive arena with trans-galactic broadcast rights - was looking for candidates, Ligeia signed up for an audition. She won her interviewers over, not just with her unnerving demeanor, but with her unique perspective and natural inclination for theatrics. The League offered to send Thor to the planet Ligeia came from, to take down Doctor Greymire and rehabilitate his subjects. Alas, Ligeia wasn't educated in matters of interstellar travel. She didn't know the coordinates of her homeworld, nor would she be able to recognize it, as she was never taught its name. Furthermore, Greymire was smart about covering his tracks - neither he nor his colleagues could be found in any database.

Thus, Ligeia fights in the arena in hopes of being broadcasted back in Greymire's dungeon. If her fellow subjects saw her, perhaps they'd realize her escape was successful, and that Greymire can be outwitted. Even if she was on the screen for only an instant, if any of the subjects saw her, that just might be enough for them to understand. In the meantime, Ligeia spends every waking hour outside the arena investigating leads to her homeworld's name and location. Mark her words - Greymire's subjects will be saved, and Greymire himself will face justice.

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