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[tremendum]

heaven is a place on earth; joel miller

prologue; im a loser, baby!

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au (pre-outbreak, altered ages), Joel Miller x fem!nanny!reader.  dedicated to the anon who suggested this trope.

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↬      it's 2000. you're freshly single, three weeks away from being evicted, and your coworker knows a hot, single dad who is hiring for a nanny. you'll take anything you can get.

↬     warnings; tagged 18+ for eventual smut and mature themes. MDNI. age gap (reader is 22, joel is 35), fiscal anxieties, allusions to a shitty ex. if your name is michelle, norah, or dan, you get to be twins with my ocs in this series <;33

series mixtape, song one; Loser, Beck. 1994.

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"fuck."

your voice hisses through the rows of books you stalk down, legs carrying you with fervor towards the front desk. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

you whirl past a mother reading a children's book to her toddler and wince at your language, mouthing sorry! at the baby as you pass. avoiding the harsh glare of its mother, you mutter under your breath. "shit." 

in your hurry, your hip slams into the wooden corner of the front desk; a small grunt of pain hisses through your clenched teeth as you trudge up to your swivel chair. 

"god, damn it!" you bemoan, lowering yourself into your chair and sighing heavily as you drop your head to your hands. 

"so...it can't be good news." Michelle says to you, quietly, as she grimaces apologetically to the mother who walks towards the exit, shielding her stupid baby's ears from your foul mouth. you ignore the woman's harsh look of judgement, instead biting your lip, willing yourself to calm down.

with a suck of deep breath you shake your head. "no, it is not."

she sends you a consolatory look and to this you groan, "the rent's too much here. thought I'd get this one, I really did." you mutter helplessly, picking up several of the books from the drop bin to check them back in on your computer. "they made me endure four interviews. all for nothing." 

a consolatory hand graces your shoulder and you offer your coworker a small smile of gratitude. she sends you a smile so hopeful that you nearly forget the desperate state you're in - the heavy fear of starting new.

"we'll find you a good one. you're smart, marketable, charming..." Michelle shakes her head as you move to protest, pointing at you. "-no, don't even start. we'll get you some more interviews. in the meantime...Dan and I were thinking. we have a couple hundred we could spare this month, just to..." she glances at your shocked stare, shrugging her shoulders. "-you know, get you on your feet. it's not easy to restart, especially after a breakup." 

your heart drops at her words, a crawling feeling of shame licking your throat as you shake your head. 

eyes stinging, you stare down hard at your keyboard, where your nails pick at the F key. "I couldn't- I couldn't ask that of you. thank you, but I-" you shake your head. "don't do that, really Michelle."

she waves her hand, "we insist. but Dan wants to discuss it in person, so we'll be having you over for dinner soon, okay?" she insists, and you hide your burning face between your hands. "this is too much." you say with a grumble, shaking your head. 

"think of it as a gift." she says hopefully with a shrug. "your birthday's soon, isn't it?" 

you sigh, smiling over at her as you shake your head. "at least let me do something for you in repayment. do you need any rooms painted? gardening? babysitting?" you offer, sliding slightly towards her to take a sip of her coffee. 

"we'll talk about it." she agrees, but you know she isn't going to ask you to do any of it; she and her husband are much too kind.

at your silence she just hums triumphantly, typing away on her keyboard as she files a damaged book report. the library hums with its inherent stillness, the fluorescents flickering as you busy yourself filing your own work for the evening.

five whole minutes pass in silence; a feat for you and the woman who sits just beside you. as you work idly, your eyes jump back to the payphone on the wall across the room where you'd heard the words: thank you for your interest, but we decided to go with another candidate. 

whatever. they don't deserve you, anyways. and honestly, the job had shitty benefits.

a sharp sigh from you gives Michelle the narrow opportunity to swivel her chair to face you, as if she'd been waiting for an opportunity to speak.

"you know," she puts on the look of innocence, "I was thinking..." 

you fix her with a look - the last few suggestions for money she'd given you were take up dancing (which you would certainly consider, if the nearest club wasn't fourteen miles away) or marry rich. for a woman who's still with the same man she was with in high school, she sure has an imaginative mind.

you're a month away from losing your new apartment and you cannot fathom moving back in with your ex; you'll take anything. Michelle holds her hands out in defense at your glare. "listen, Norah's got a teammate whose father is looking for a nanny." 

you let the words sink in as you spin your chair to her in interest. nanny? 

"-he owns a construction business. he mentioned looking for a nanny for weekdays at the girls' tournament last Saturday." 

you sigh, touched that she'd thought of you, but exasperated. "I work weekdays!" you sigh. she lifts a brow, leaning closer, "yes, but..." she looks around conspiratorially, "-I think Joel would give you higher pay - and you can still work here on weekends." 

your brows raise in shock, hope growing in your chest. "what, is he loaded?" 

at this, she laughs.

you blink as she holds a hand to her chest, chuckling to herself, leaving you unaware of whatever was so funny to her. "no, no." she calms herself as you stare, less amused. "-but he loves his girl. definitely the type of man who will pay well to make sure his baby's safe."

your lip is tugged between your teeth as you consider; "kids don't really like me." 

it’s not even true- kids love you as much as you love them, but something self-sabotaging within you begs to differ.

Michelle snorts, "Norah loves you." she counters; you cross your arms, "well, that's different. she's, like, an eleven year old version of you." 

she grins at this; Michelle has known you since you were a sophomore, just freshly out of the dorms - she may be older than you by over a decade and a half, but she and her husband are the closest to family you have in this part of the country. 

you nod. "please, will you give him my information? I need any money I can get. I'll be the best nanny in the world."

you're convincing yourself more than her, but she smiles all the same. "I'll see him when I pick Norah up after practice this afternoon. I'll share your number with him, okay?" 

you have the next day off of work; you spend it unpacking some boxes and organizing, taking a walk around the new neighborhood, trying to befriend the building cat with a can of tuna.

you watch people pass in the street, distracting yourself from the disappointment of leaving your old neighborhood, even if it'd been infested by your cheating ex.

the opportunity to nanny this summer lingers in the back of your mind as you walk past a park, watching as the kids clamber and scream and laugh; you smile to yourself, watching a young mother push a child on the swing. 

sometime past noon, an unknown number texts your cellphone and you pause the TiVo to flip it open eagerly. 

Hey there, it's Joel Miller. Our mutual friend Michelle passed along your number. I've been looking for a nanny for my daughter and heard great things about you. Would you be open to chatting sometime this week? I'd love to discuss a nannying opportunity with Sarah. Let me know if that works for you.

Thanks, Joel

you stare at the words, reading them slowly with a pounding of excitement in your chest. suddenly, the walls of your new, too-expensive apartment seem brighter, the sun opens up the sky - you nearly call Michelle in a burst of excitement before even thinking of a response. 

an inkling of doubt pulls at the back of your head; the man seems kind enough - even if he texts like he's a hundred years old, Michelle and Dan know him personally. you slide your phone, staring at the phone screen for a moment before starting to type out a response. 

Hi Joel! Nice to hear from you, thanks for reaching out. I'd be happy to meet this week to chat about Sarah and nannying opportunities. I am available in the evenings most days, so if there's any time that works best for you, I can make that happen. 

knuckles cramping, you roll your eyes at your effort to be professional over text. you tweak your message several times before signing your name, shutting your eyes, and hitting the send button. 

Joel doesn't respond until very late; nearly eleven in the evening, suggesting a time later in the week and telling you his address. Michelle is ecstatic for you, even helping you draft up ways to tell your boss you'll be going part-time in a professional way; it's accepted gracefully, and now all you have to do is hope this Joel Miller can pay enough. 

he hires you an hour after meeting up.

to your relief, his daughter Sarah is a darling; big eyes and a bright smile that hides no malicious intent or snobbery. your anxiety slipped away the moment Joel opens their front door, replaced instead with flustered surprise in your lower belly at the man who stood before you.

why hadn't Michelle at least warned you?

he's taller than you'd imagined, and much more handsome; his dark hair is slightly tousled, a faint hint of stubble framing his jawline, biceps defined by a dark gray shhirt. he's curt but chivalrous, voice a low baritone and veins that trickle up his thick forearms golden skin glowing as he talks.

and jesus christ, his eyes - the memory of how they'd scaled over your body, taking you in as you'd stood in the dying sunlight on his doorstep that first time. dragging slowly, eyes dark and shrouded by long lashes, as you'd introduced yourself. how he'd cleared his throat and let you through with a half smile and a nod.

you'd had to try your hardest to keep your eyes on his as he explained he'd need you most weekdays because he has several new projects and has been working longer hours recently.

it took Sarah all of a minute and a half of shyness and hiding behind her father's leg before you showed her your tamagotchi; immediately after, she decided you were new best friends - with her hand in yours, she eagerly showed around the house in a half-intentional tour, pointing out the best hide and seek spots and showing you her collection of toys. 

by the end of the evening, Joel was shaking your hand and agreeing on a bi-weekly payment much higher than you'd expected.

he'd insisted on walking you to your beat-up car, smiling as he opened your driver's door with a shrug - it's dark out, don't want to let my new sitter walk alone at night, do I?

you'd tried your hardest to keep your thoughts professional, but the moment your head fell to your pillow that night, you knew you were fucked. 

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up next: chapter 01 ; as long as you don't care there is no longer a taglist; follow @tremendumnotifs to be notified when i post.

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[five-rivers]

Seascape Chapter 1

AO3

Same kind of premise as Baroque and Turpentine, but AU to them. I'm going to do this one in chapters.

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After they finished sparring, and Danny was laying in the snow, trying to get his energy back, Frostbite floated several feet overhead, looking at something down past the edge of the island.  

“Are you, um,” said Danny, breathing hard even though breathing was at least somewhat optional for him, “are you looking for something?”

“Not precisely,” said Frostbite.  “More… examining something.  I believe your color vision is better than mine.  Would you mind checking something for me?”

Danny peeled himself out of the very comfortable snowbank and flew up to hover next to Frostbite.  “What is it?”

“There,” said Frostbite, pointing.  “Do you detect any difference in color in that direction?”

“Um,” said Danny, blinking, squinting, and tilting his head to one side.  “It’s a little bluer than usual, maybe?”  He turned to look in other directions for comparison.  “Yeah, it’s bluer.  Kind of that sea-blue-green whatever color.  Is that a bad thing, or…?”

“Oh,” said Frostbite, beaming.  “No, no, it’s excellent.  Excellent news.  I thought I might be deluding myself.”

“So… what does it mean?”

Frostbite blinked at Danny for a moment.  “Ah, yes, I forget that you are young enough that you have never seen the turning of the age.”

“Uh, yeah.  Yep.  I can confirm that I do not know what that is.”

Frostbite nodded.  “It is… something like changing seasons, only less predictable.”

Less predictable did sound like the Ghost Zone.  

“So, is it going to be, like, green-blue season or something?”

“To be entirely proper, it is a cyan age,” said Frostbite.  “Although some people also call it a blue age.”

“And things will just be… cyan?”

Frostbite chuckled.  “There are a great many more changes than that.  I think you will like this age.  Cyan ages tend to be… peaceful.”

Danny tried to imagine a color change making any of the ghosts he knew less violent, and failed miserably.  “How’s that?”

“It’s, hm.”  Frostbite scratched his chin.  “It can be a little difficult to explain all at once.  I believe we managed to retain some sculptures and murals from the last cyan age that you can see.  In the meantime, I will do my best to explain as we return.”

“Sure,” said Danny, with a shrug, starting towards the village at a sedate pace.  He was trying to be, well, cool, but his curiosity was well and truly piqued.  

“An age,” said Frostbite, after a moment, “is like a season.  But it is also a change to how the Realms work, how they are structured, how they behave.  The ambient ectoplasm color is something of an indicator, showing the character of the age we are turning to long before any major changes.  Green ages, of any shade, tend towards the chaotic, diverse, and individualistic.  Some would call them natural.  Others say they are merely anarchic.”

That did match more or less with what Danny had observed of the Ghost Zone and the ghosts.

“You mean, it’s not always people wanting to fight all the time?” asked Danny.  

“Well,” said Frostbite, scratching the back of his neck, a character tic he’d picked up from Danny, “not all the time, Great One.  But, yes, the turning of the age comes with altered appearances and instincts for most ghosts, and although the core of who we are does not change, much else does.  For example, red ages engender very hierarchical, stratified societies with a great emphasis on obedience.”

“That doesn’t sound great,” said Danny.  

“Red ages aren’t all bad,” said Frostbite.  “But I imagine that going from a green age to a red age would be quite a shock, especially for you.”

“What?  Why?”

“Because despite the nature of green ages, you tend towards attempts to be social, even to fit in, to some degree.”

“So… a red age would make me, what, more social?”

“You might find it difficult to resist the instincts of your new form, yes,” said Frostbite.  

Danny grimaced at the reminder that, somehow, they were going to get new forms.  Whatever that meant.  “But what about blue ages?  Cyan ages, I mean,” he corrected himself, wanting to use the right words.  “What do they do?”

“Specifically with regards to society… City states and democracies are very common.  But with regards to everything else…”  He paused, thinking.  “Most ages align with one or more, how should I put this, human conceptions of the otherworld.  To fantasies.  Red ages tend to appear hell-like, to use it as an example again.  One persistent fantasy is that of a world under water.”

“Like the Drowned Quarter.”

“Very like the Drowned Quarter,” agreed Frostbite.  “But vast.  An ocean that encompasses all the Realms.”

Danny… wasn’t sure how that would work.  “So, kind of like it is now, but… wetter?  Floating in water instead of in the air?”

“No,” said Frostbite.  “There is a reason I wanted to show you the murals.”  They had reached the village again.  “Come, Great One.”

They entered the cave complex that also hosted the Infi-Map and a number of other artifacts the Far Frozen protected, but peeled off the main tunnel, taking a smaller one that Danny had never been down before.  There was a square cave at the end of the tunnel with a statue in the center, each of the cave’s three uninterrupted walls covered by a large mural made of gold, ice, and stone.  

“Here we are,” said Frostbite.  “These were made in the last cyan age, which was quite some time ago.”

“Huh,” said Danny, walking around the statue.  It was made of ice and a bit bigger than Frostbite, with wide, flipper-like paws and a substantial tail.  It looked a lot like a cross between a polar bear and a sea lion… and maybe… Danny glanced back at Frostbite before turning to the murals.  

All three were seascapes, icy ones, with huge glaciers both above and below the water.  Beings like the one in the statue swam through waves, but they weren’t alone.  Mermaids and mermen with seal-like tails and strange patterns on their torsos swam alongside them.  Overhead…

“Is that another ocean in the sky?” asked Danny, who was half sure he was interpreting the picture correctly.  

“It is,” said Frostbite.  “It is not a constant feature, but it is quite common in cyan ages.”

“Right, right.  Um, are these…?”  He hesitantly pointed at the polar-bear-sea-lion beings.  

Frostbite chuckled.  “Yes, that is what we yetis become.  In fact, our tribe’s history indicates that we were first founded in a cyan age, which is perhaps why we enjoy them so much.”  He sighed, happily.  “Ah, and it may be of more interest to you to note that those are halfas.”

“Wait, what?” asked Danny, head whipping back and forth between Frostbite and the mermaids - merpeople? - Frostbite was pointing at.  “Really?  How?”

“Halfas are much more common in cyan ages,” said Frostbite.  “For one, natural portals in the ocean become much more common, and historically sailors–”

“I get it, I get it,” said Danny, quickly.  “But… you said for one?  Are there other reasons?”

Frostbite nodded.  “Many halfas born in cyan ages do not remain in contact with the Realms when the age changes.  They, ah, in cyan ages the transformation halfas use is changed quite a bit.  So, when the age changes, they can choose to stay human.  Most do.  But when the age changes back, their descendants tend to return, called back by the water.  I do hope they do this time as well.  It has been a long time indeed, and I think it would be good for you.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny, who, if Frostbite hadn’t said something super concerning, would probably be asking dozens of questions about the families.  “But what do you mean my transformation is going to change?  Am I going to be stuck?”

“Not at all!  Not at all!” said Frostbite, reassuringly.  He patted Danny’s back.  “The ones I knew transformed by removing their skin.”

“What,” said Danny, not at all reassured.  

“Their- Not in the way you are thinking, Great One.  They would have a sort of garment, usually a coat, which they would put on when they wished to transform.  It would… meld with their skin and change them to the form you see here.”  He pointed at the murals again.  “Then, to become human again, they would take it off.”

That sounded awfully familiar.  Something Sam mentioned, maybe?  Something to do with seals…  He shuffled through his eclectic mythological knowledge.  “Selkies,” he said, finally.  “That’s what you’re talking about, isn’t it?”

“That was one word that was used,” agreed Frostbite.  “But you can see why it would be very easy for them to simply… not wear their coats again.”

“Because they didn’t want to be changed.”

Frostbite nodded.  

“That’s, um.  That’s.  That’s a lot,” said Danny, looking at the murals.  He… genuinely didn’t know how he felt about all this.  He wasn’t sure if he could say he liked the Ghost Zone as it was, but it was familiar, at this point, and…  “Frostbite, how is that going to happen for me?  I mean, am I just going to transform one day, and then I’ll have, like, a sealskin coat flop off of me?”

“I confess, I’m unsure,” said Frostbite.  “As I said, few halfas ever stayed through the end of the age.”

“Cool,” said Danny.  “That’s… cool.”  Maybe he’d just have his suit be his ‘coat’ or something.  Hopefully.  He could be lucky sometimes.

“But as a positive for you,” said Frostbite, clearly sensing Danny’s lack of enthusiasm.  “You won’t have to deal with ghost attacks anymore, yes?”

“I mean, the portal is still going to be there, so…”

“Very few will go through it,” said Frostbite, confidently.  “In addition to no longer being able to fly–”

“Wait, what?” asked Danny, that little casual piece of information much more upsetting to him than the skin thing.  “I won’t be able to fly?”

“Many powers are altered in these changes,” said Frostbite, apologetically.  “But, again, as ghost becomes mer, attacks on your town should stop.  Very few of us can stand to be on dry land during cyan ages.”

“But I won’t be able to fly?”

Frostbite gave him a cautious pat.  “I’m afraid not, Great One, but swimming is very similar.”

Danny, somehow, had doubts.

#danny phantom #dannymay 2023 #dannymay #dannymay 2023 day 11: underwater

[llondonfog]

Book 7 Spoilers but consider: If potion!au somehow took place after book 7, MC would definitely be helping rescue Silver. He saved them in the dream world so I can’t imagine MC wouldn’t be at least a little loyal to him. Also they’ve experienced brainwashing courtesy of Jamil, I doubt they’d let anyone suffer under that, let alone someone they care for. With Silver kidnapped their friend, Malleus, and his guards are miserable.

And really, after book 7 no one would expect the magicless human to be helping the Briar Prince and the Dread General. MC can play the kidnapped by fae and treated terribly card thanks to Crowley and OB!Malleus, which may soften Andrei to them slightly. Who better to keep Silver away from his family than a poor child who suffered the same fate? This allows MC to befriend Silver. Meanwhile MC is reporting everything they see back to Diasomnia, and also trying to subtly jog Silver’s memory. If Andrei catches on it would look really bad for him to attack the kidnapped, defenseless friend of ‘his’ ward. In the meantime, poor Silver is confused about why a talking mouse is fretting over him in his dreams, and why that mouse FaceTimes his magicless friend through a mirror.

IDK. I just want MC to be able to thank Silver for protecting Grim and them from Malleus and his Lotus-Eater machine. I blame this brain rot on your delicious angst and that promotional line where Silver says he feels as though he has met the MC before.

TLDR: Silver is best boy so Prefect joins the save Silver team and uses their magiclessness to help him.

Thank you for listening to my ramblings, and have a great day!

(ok first things first, thank you so much for enjoying my little au??? so much so that you took the time to provide all of these wonderful thoughts and divergent possibilities??? i was so giddy when i saw this come in while i was on my work trip this week, i couldn't wait to answer it <3)

oh my goodness— i've never really considered a 'timeline' for when the potion!au would take place, but the way it would be even more heartbreaking after the events of chapter 7, ESPECIALLY with these hints that are being built up about silver's ancestors and their potential relation to lilia and malleus' own unhappy pasts??? could you imagine how raw it would feel to have silver be stolen away from them by the guards of his royal family, after he had sacrificed and suffered through so much just to bring the diasomnia family back together?? how fresh the memories of loss must be for malleus and lilia regarding the humans that they were fighting against in briar valley and the devastation and destruction they caused both to their land and to the royal family— now they must contend with the fact that silver is possibly descended from that same family, and they've all of a sudden emerged to whisk him away from the very fae that love him for who he is, not what he represents? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

but to your point about MC!!!! so you may notice that my fics don't really address the mc/yuu, and that's mainly because i really don't feel personally involved when i play the game, i'm mostly invested for the characters— but you bring up an excellent perspective that i've never considered! based on their journey together so far in ch7 and what we can expect to continue, i definitely think that yuu grows very close and extremely fond of silver, especially once they understand his relationship to the diasomnia clan and being part of how that plays out in real time over lilia's decision to leave their side. and i fully agree that they'd probably be one of the first to catch on to what's happened to silver, that something about him has been deliberately altered by an external force, because there's simply no way he'd abandon his family after all that he went through to protect them.

i love the idea of yuu using andrei's perception of the situation against him in order to regain silver's trust and confidence— it's beginning to play out so very similarly to how silver had to wake everyone up in the dreamworld, only this time, the tables have been drastically turned. and oh, how it hurts yuu to see him this way, to know how desperate and impassioned he was to save his father and sebek from such similar fates in malleus' dreamworld. they would certainly do anything and everything in their power to jog his memory, even trying their best to convince him to stop taking the potion that's suppressing his true memories from returning.

silver truly is Best Boy and he really does deserve a true friend in yuu after ch7 is over— who would have guessed that they would face such trials together, and bond as two humans out of place and time, struggling to realize their role in the world that they've found themselves in?

#lettie's asks #twst spoilers #potion!au #ahhhhh i love hearing all of your thoughts about these aus of mine!! <3 #they completely make my day when i read everyone's comments and perceptions of my silly prompts; thank you so much again!!

[infolane]

ARC V MONTH DAY 14 - Halfway to Heartland Tower

@arcvmonth​

The star of today’s how is no other than Kurosaki Ruri! So let’s talk a little about her.

At first, I wasn’t sure how to characterize her in roleplays and fanfiction, which was a huge problem because I did want to give her a more protagonistic role in writing! There is so little about her... barely any presence in the anime... so I started to pick up the shards where I could, focusing on neutral and negative qualities to balance things out.

I started with the idea of her wanting to understand the war and the uprooting of her life. From there, more and more bits became clear to me. She wants to step out of Shun’s shadow. She loves her friends, but feels like they don’t understand her her anymore. A metamorphosis, an egg, a bird hatching to finally see the sun-

The turning point was when I decided to base the way she speaks and interacts with the world on Good Sky, Vocal Marole and Petscop. Suddenly, she was a fundamentally strange person with many good intentions, but some odd ways to go about it. And that was that for Kurosaki Ruri!

Of course, different AUs call for different outfits. Pictured above is her, as found in @cathartes-ruri​ (which... we really need to get back to writing. Oops)

Now, for something different- a piece of fanfiction! Same AU as in the comics for other days. Has that become an overarching theme for this event? :o

It is two in the morning and he still hasn’t come back to his room. Ruri is glad she brought something to read in the meantime- just an old book of folklore. Tongue twisters, rhymes, monsters, stories, riddles, all compiled neatly in a book missing its cover and with chunks of pages missing.

She doesn’t mind it, really. If anything, she’s glad to see people have been reading it. A pristine book in a facility like this would also be the least liked one. The kind only Kaito would care about.

The door creaks open and Ruri perks up.

Sora has arrived.

It’s breathtakingly pitiful. Hair down, wearing that ratty nightgown from forever ago, eyes dead, expression perfectly neutral...

“...Did you wait for me?”, he asks, closing the door behind himself.

“If it wasn’t me it would be Rin.”

He grimaces. It’s not that he dislikes Rin, not in the slightest- Evibell is living proof of it. No- he just hates the worried face she makes every time. The difficult conversation had without words about their partnership.

The way she can’t even bring herself to call him a friend.

Well, Ruri isn’t her. Being much more shameless, she calls him a friend. At least that’s how Rin says it. That painful point of contention, of friction.

“If you are going to lounge around at least pay attention to me instead of spacing out~”, he says, light hearted as he picks out proper pajamas and enters the bathroom.

A personal bathroom...the kind of thing available for one room in each wing of the facility- though this, the north wing, has one extra room like that, reserved for Yuya and the other three.

Ruri wonders how Sora must have worked hard for this room. It’s a small thing, really, but giving him a place of his to retreat must be helpful.

Not like that year.

He’d come back from the woods drowning in satisfaction, smelling like cotton candy, eyes hazy, distant, having left a dismal world again.

When Serena came to talk, she shared what she knew- the source the smell is being altered by the nameless girl we saw. Someone is dead.

At that point, Ruri asked for her to stop. No need for details, for explanations. Let the rain take it away before the next time we escape into the woods to exercise our nonhuman parts.

The sound of running water.

Yes, it isn’t bothersome at all. He has a role to play, and so he does. You can envy that much... When the trial by fire comes, that figure will have mismatched eyes. He’ll be at center of the world, opening the door to that day you all became cursed.

If you look out the window, the nameless girl is once again a grand spire throbbing and pulsing skyward. This is proof Yuya is asleep, closed eyes sharing her shape with you.

The bathroom door opens and out he steps, already dressed, hair wrapped in a towel.

“Looking at her?”, he asks, coming closer. Ruri smiles.

“Don’t you think she’s beautiful?“

“You need a better taste, Ruri! And that’s coming from me.“

“I just appreciate the commitment to looking bad to see! It’s a step up from normal ghosts, isn’t it?“

“You think it’s a ghost?”

“Yeah. Or something like that- what do you think, Sora?“

He seems lost in thought for a moment before sighing.

“I dunno. I think it’s less of a thing and more of an spectacle. Sometimes there’s that thing outside, sometimes there’s the birds-“

“Those are my favorite.”

“Course it would be~“ He snickers. “But you get it, right? The stuff on the walls, the eyes, the iterations... it’s creepy, but it’s also like a message. A really roundabout one.”

While he talks, Ruri undoes the towel and picks up a brush, beginning the process.

“Do you think we can understand the message if we try?”

“Mm... instead of an answer from me, I wanna hear from you, Ruri-chan.“

That is something she likes about him. He wants to know. He wants to step into her world, see with her eyes, rather than assume things.

The brush pulls off much falling hair.

“I think we are part of the message as well. Once Rin’s trial by fire kills off all unnecessary bits... then I think we will get to understand, even if we give up our memories for his sake...“

Yuto. Yuya. Yugo. Yuri. Four faces of a single person and the epicenter. They have their roles to play. The way to the truth. A sea of blue getting untangled. Is it selfish to want to get to take care of someone like this? To take care of someone before you must return to the shadow of being cared for.

I should be happy to get to move in with Shun.

But she isn’t.

She just wants moments like this to last forever. There is so much untold but mutually understood...

“Sora... I’m sorry. I’m sorry I love your nightmare. Days like these. I’m sorry that I’m your friend. Things are going to hurt a lot more for all of us before it gets better.”

“...Weirdo.“

That much affection in one word...

Outside, the nameless girl sways, covered in feathers.

#arcvmonth2023 #arcvmonth

[harocat]

let me be with you~ (chobitsu)

This is a LBFAD android AU. I called it chobitsu bc it came to me when I heard the Chobits theme randomly. It's not ACTUALLY a Chobits AU, but she does find DFQC discarded in the trash. He's a pleasure model that... doesn't work. Essentially he's fully functioning, except for the aspect he was made for.

Since LBFAD is a story about DFQC recovering his lost emotions, an android discovering his humanity is a pretty obvious parallel.

So she finds him and takes him in, and she's a bit of a hippy (I mean she's a twenty-something botanist who owns a greenhouse), so she just hires him on at her greenhouse and pays him to live and work there.

There's a bit of an asexual storyline to it as well, because he doesn't experience sexual attraction, and from the getgo he offers to go in to a technician and get repaired, but XLH is like no??? you're fine as you are??? He pushes for this again, once they hook up, and he does feel guilty because he knows this is literally what he was made for. But to XLH, he's just a person, so she doesn't like the idea of him altering himself for her. She wants all his development and growth to be organic.

Anyway he is eventually able to come into a sexual relationship on his own, after they've been together for a while, so yeah demisexual story.

Here's a very short snippet:

Could androids get bank accounts? Xiao Lanhua wasn’t sure. She cursed herself for the fact that she spent most of her ethics course in college daydreaming of her classmate, Changheng and doodling flowers in her notebook.

“Ahhhh never mind, I’ll just pay you in cash,” Xiao Lanhua reasoned.

“You’re going to pay me?” Dongfang Qingcang asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Of course.” She looked at him quizzically. “You’re working in my greenhouse, aren’t you?”

“That isn’t the standard. You are already providing housing,” he replied. “And I don’t know anything about flowers.”

“I’ll teach you.” She shrugged. “In the meantime, just help me where I ask. Plus, you’re pretty enough you might be able to bring some customers in.”

#haro talks #haro fic #regularcelery #TO BE CLEAR BY HUMANITY I MEAN LOVE AND EMOTIONS #the sex thing is separate from that

[sadnessisavegetable]

This comic is one meant to reflect what Hera can see, not what humans can. I’m sad I can’t replicate the colors that I can’t see to make this more accurate to what she does see.

How strange it must feel for Hera, the mother program for the USS Hephaestus Station, to see things that her human crew cannot, that she can’t begin to describe.

She sees the stripes/patterns that the humans can’t see in their skin, colors they can’t see in their eyes, and ultraviolet halos around their bodies.

They must look downright angelic to her in comparison to how humans look in cartoons.

She can see things beyond what humans can in the color spectrum, but wasn’t given words to describe that.

Hera thought about naming those colors, I hope she does.

But in the meantime, she’s busy partner-stimming with Communications Officer Eiffel as Commander Minkowski waits for them to chill so she can have a meeting with them to address Hera’s new body and how the new arrangements will work for the rest of their shortening stay on the station with Captain Lovelace and Dr. Hilbert.

This is an AU of course, or at least a universe alteration where Goddard Futuristics is taken over by Minkowki’s husband(he got her messages in this because someone other than Cutter got it and made sure it saw only his eyes!)and a bunch of others who have loved ones lost to space, with federal officers backing them up to make sure that they can’t bribe their way out.

And luckily, this means that the ship is sent aide to help with the transfer of Hera into an android body, updates to the ship to make sure it will last long enough for everything of importance to be transferred off, and a transfer ship to bring them back safely.

It’s a beautiful little thing, and Hera (my favorite girl :])gets to experience Earth on two feet, of her own free will at the end. (With Eiffel, Minkowski [and her hubby], Lovelace, and others)

#wolf 359 au #theyyyyyyyyyy💕💕💕 #they make my brain go yippee #wolf 359 eiffel #hera wolf 359 #wolf 359 #commander minkowski #renee minkowski #doug eiffel #douglas eiffel

[mymadmedleyw]

What The Past Holds (158009 words) by AllisonNoir Chapters: 20/21 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Dan Phantom, Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters, Clockwork (Danny Phantom) Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s02e08-09 The Ultimate Enemy, Ghost Biology (Danny Phantom), Ghost Cores (Danny Phantom), Time Travel, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Handling Traumatic Experiences, POV Multiple, Canonical Character Death, Dan Phantom Redemption, Family Dynamics, Supportive Jazz Fenton, Please Keep In Mind Each POV Reflects What They Think But That Might Not Actually Be The Truth, You Have To Put Together The Pieces To See The Whole, Mostly Fits Canon But Altered In Some Cases, Episode: s02e08-09 The Ultimate Enemy, To Be Edited - Currently On-Going Project, It Has A 'Missed Scenes' Connected Work For Some Chapters, Writer Is Not-Native Though I'm Trying My Best - Feel Free To Correct Me If I Make Mistakes, There Is A Reason Why Dan is 'Dan', TUE!Vlad, Also It Has A Connected Work Explaining Some Things About Pre-TUE Happenings, Rewritten Time, Ghost Hybrids, Feel Free To Tell Me If It Requires Any Further Tags, Memory Issues, CAT Retake, Heart AU, Panic Attacks, Manipulation, Character Death, Head Injury, Ghost Core Mortifying, Loss of Trust, Broken Promises, Shapeshifting, Troubles Cause By False Assumptions, - a.k.a If The Characters Had Talked That Would Have Solved Many Things Series: Part 1 of What The Past Holds Summary:

“I don’t come here for trouble,” Dan explained, and as he calculated, that was the main thing that she had to be aware of for their own good. “Jazz, I…” why the words were so heavy to say aloud? He took a deep breath and spilled it.“ I came here for help.” Yeah, in this way, it would be better, he realized. First, getting Jazz, and by winning over Jazz’s trust getting to his younger version: Danny.

Not much after escaping from the Thermos that imprisoned him, he faces a situation that he can't solve on his own. Things soon are starting to get complicated as he, in the meantime, has to deal with something that he thought he had lost a long time ago.

NOTE (2022 May): I've begun to edit the chapters (here and there it is seriously needed), when I'll be done with one, I'll note it with 'edited' and write it here, thanks for understanding :)

Edited chapters so far: Chp1-9, rest is on the way... (2022 August)

#ah yes... now perish! update at last #danny phantom #dan phantom #dark danny #dp fics #last chapter before so-called epilogue #I will have no comment about the word count of this chapter I WILL NOT! #21966... btw #yes alice is not dead - someone else might be tough

[ramenbagel]

Blitzwing’s character for my au

Currently figuring out backstories for the humans in my au

Though now I’ve been interested in writing out Blitzwing, due to an artist I’ve followed recently

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I was originally going to stick to the Animated design, but now I want to try and do more of the G1 design, while trying to do a more accurate portrayal of DID

Because even though Animated Blitzwing is a funny/intriguing character, and though I'm not sure if he was even written with DID in mind, I believe it is possible to write him that way, and because DID deserves better representation.

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The question is, what names would I give his headmates, and what roles they would have?

Their fanon names are “Hothead” and “Random”, I believe

I think Hothead can be a name that could work (though I still might change it), but Random would definitely need to be changed

At the moment I can not think of new names for them, so I’ll be using their fanon ones in the meantime

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This is also to say that the alt modes they use may differ as well, due to different preferences, as in the Animated show Blitzwing preferred a jet, while Hothead wanted to be a tank

So frame wise, I think they would all be Triple-Changers, but specific alters will only change into specific alt modes

Blitzwing = Jet Plane

Hothead = Tank

Random = Jet Plane and Tank

Though there is also a chance that different alters can scan and use different alt modes, and to this Random would probably use different vehicle modes, as a tank doesn’t exactly fit who his character is, like it does with Hothead

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Still figuring out roles, though Blitzwing would be the Core/Host of the body, while Hothead might be the Protector

Unsure of Random, he may not have a role at all

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I’ll continue to write this character out

#Project Development au #Not sure if I want to tag the character

[tough-girl9]

Five Moments of Feeling

Summary:   Five moments in which Data experiences emotion and becomes just a little bit more human. A "if Data hadn't gotten the emotion chip" AU.  

Part 1: Humor

Part 2: Contentment

Part 3: Pride

Part 5: Saudade

Also posted on AO3 and FFN

Five Moments of Feeling Part 4: Offense

The fourth moment was in the Observation Lounge.

Commander William Riker leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard absently as he listened to Dr. Jalen Hendricks talk about the extinction crisis happening on Myrsilan II. The Myrsilanians, with whom first contact had been made only a few years prior, were begging the Federation for assistance in saving several rare species of animals that were declining, one of which was considered sacred in the planet's primary religion. From what Will had gathered so far from Dr. Hendricks' nasal monologue, initial studies had determined that the tidal changes responsible for endangering the indigenous wildlife was due to a slight shift in the orbit of one of Myrsilan II's moons. At this point, the Enterprise had been called in to see if they could assist in the growing crisis.

Will glanced out the Observation Lounge window where he could see the green curve of the planet, which they were currently orbiting. He could also see the hull of the USS Burnell, the science ship that had been studying Myrsilan II for the last three weeks and which was currently in synchronous orbit alongside the Enterprise. He suppressed a yawn as Dr. Hendricks droned on about the details of the habitat shifts. The man was clearly an expert, but he also seemed to overly enjoy the sound of his own voice and Will was chomping at the bit to put together an away team and do what he personally did best: take a look at the problem and find solutions with a more hands-on approach.

On the opposite side of the observation table, Data did not seem to be suffering the same boredom. The android was listening intently to Dr. Hendricks' review of the latest scans of both the planet's surface and the moon's orbit. As both the Enterprise's primary science officer and exobiology expert, Data had been assigned by Captain Picard to head the team assisting the Burnell and Dr. Hendricks.

Dr. Hendricks paused briefly, and Data took the opportunity to make an inquiry that Will could tell he'd been waiting politely for the last ten minutes to ask. "Doctor, as of yet I have not heard any mention of establishing artificial exofauna sanctuaries to sustain the endangered species while we work on possible solutions. Is this not a standard initial procedure?"

Dr. Hendricks shot Data a glance that Will would almost have called irritated. "Yes, of course my science team have begun analysis for possible sanctuaries, but I don't think that's the primary issue at the moment."

"With all due respect, I am afraid that I disagree with that assessment," Data responded, ever his calm, polite self. "If my understanding of the data already collected from the planet is correct, two species are already reaching a critical state. It does us very little good to solve the problem if the species in question have already gone extinct in the meantime." He folded his hands gingerly on the tabletop. "I would like to see the analysis for the sanctuaries that your scientists have already initialized."

"Of course," Dr. Hendricks said dismissively. He turned his gaze back to Will. "Now, as I was saying, we are already seeing significant shifts in the river habitat due to dramatic tidal pattern alterations…"

Will glanced at Data, who returned his gaze briefly, his expression almost sad. Will frowned, feeling a protective surge towards his fellow officer and friend. It had been clear when Will introduced Dr. Hendricks to Data that the human scientist had been less than pleased to find himself partnered with an android for the project, but Will had hoped that the doctor would warm up to Data when he saw Data's expertise on the subject combined with his gentle, easygoing, and knowledgeable personality. However, since the briefing had begun over an hour ago, Dr. Hendricks had barely given Data a glance, directing all his information instead towards Will, despite the fact that Data was in command here and Will was simply there as a liaison. That fact alone had been irking Will, but watching the doctor casually dismiss and demean Data was a step too far.

Will opened his mouth to interrupt Dr. Hendricks' continued droning and to put him straight about Data's role in this mission, when a slight movement of Data's head caught his eye. He looked over at Data, who met his gaze and gave him a slight repeated head shake. Will was about to argue, simmering at the thought of letting the doctor's slight go without comment, but there was a quiet confidence in Data's eyes that caught Will's attention and caused him to sit back.

"Dr. Hendricks," Data said, interrupting the doctor's monologue.

Dr. Hendricks continued to talk as if he had not heard.

"Dr. Hendricks." This time, there was a firmness to Data's voice that Will was not used to hearing from his friend. "Dr. Hendricks, I do not appreciate being ignored."

The scientist finally stopped talking and looked at Data, but there was no friendliness in his expression. "Yes?" he said curtly, as if talking to an annoying ensign rather than a superior ranking officer.

Data's expression did not change, but his unblinking stare did not hold its usual softness. "Dr. Hendricks, I commend the thorough hard work that you and the science team of the Burnell have accomplished thus far, and I will make sure to mention it in my official report to Starfleet. Nor is it my intention to commandeer your project, but rather to work alongside you and your team to find a viable solution. However, I must make it clear that my primary objective is saving the endangered species on Myrsilan II and I will do what I feel is necessary to accomplish that objective. That includes officially requesting a new science team if I feel that I am unable to accomplish my mission with your team."

Dr. Hendricks' brow creased and he squinted at Data, his face even less friendly than before. "No offense meant, Sir, but if you truly care about the species and this assignment, then I suggest you allow us to continue our work with minimal interference. I realize that Starfleet felt it was necessary to assign an official leader to the project and I am deeply grateful for the resources the Enterprise is able to provide, but I believe all of us here are aware that you are a figure head more than anything else."

One of Data's pale eyebrows rose sharply at that. "No Doctor, I do not believe we are 'all aware'. My understanding of my orders were, and still are, that I am to be an active part of all the research and project management."

Dr. Hendricks scoffed. It wasn't a word Will would have often used, but at the moment there was no other word for it. Scorn radiated off the human scientist. "I didn't think it needed to be spelled out."

Data showed no sign of backing down. "Apparently it does."

Dr. Hendricks looked at Will, clearly searching for support, but Will folded his arms, his own face stony, making it clear that the doctor wouldn't find an ally in him. Dr. Hendricks huffed and turned back to Data, his annoyance rising yet another notch. "This time could be spent analyzing our data for solutions, but since you insist. This mission is about saving life – unique, endangered life that is very important to the people we are assisting. No offense, but surely you can't fail to see the irony in Starfleet assigning this mission to the oversight of an android: a being that cannot and will not ever be able to fully understand the concept of life and its value."

There was no softness in Data's face, and Will was personally glad not to be at the receiving end of that hard, golden stare. Data was silent for a moment, then he spoke in a slow, even voice. "Twice now, Dr. Hendricks, you have claimed that you meant 'no offense" by your statements, and yet neither your tone of voice nor your words themselves would suggest that this is, in fact, true. It would seem quite clear that you do mean offense."

Data paused, glancing down momentarily in a gesture that Will recognized as self-reflection. A moment later, those golden eyes flickered back up, full of resolve. "However, ultimately your intentions do not matter. I…I am offended." He paused again, and something flashed through his eyes. "Yes, I am offended," he repeated, even more firmly than before.

Will leaned back in his chair, a slow smile growing on his face as he watched the scene unfolding before him.

Data sat up even straighter, radiating an air of authority that Will had never seen from his android friend before, and Dr. Hendricks had the good sense to look slightly uncomfortable. "You make the assertation that because I am an android that I cannot understand nor value life," Data continued. "Firstly, it seems to be your belief that only a living being can value life, which I believe in itself is incorrect, and that I cannot value life because you are under the assumption that I myself am not alive. However Doctor, I know you are aware that I am a fully sentient and alive, if admittedly artificial, being. The ship's records clearly show that you were sent my Startfleet files once I was assigned to this mission, as is standard procedure, and those files clearly state that I am both sentient and alive. The only two options to explain your continued beliefs to the contrary are that you either failed to review my files, thereby violating standard procedure, or you have chosen to disregard my legal status, which is also a violation of Starfleet policy. Either are sufficient grounds for me to report you to Starfleet and request a more suitable replacement."

At this point, Dr. Hendricks looked like he would rather be exploring a Class Y planet than sitting in this room. Will watched him squirm with satisfied amusement.

Data was not finished though. "You asserted just now that I cannot fully understand the concept of life. In this, you are correct. However, I must ask in return: do you fully understand the concept of life? Do any of the scientists working aboard the Burnell fully understand the concept of life? Does anyone in the Federation? I would hazard the guess that this particular concept is one that no one fully understands.

"However, I believe that I am in a unique position of understanding life. It is my guess that you have never had to closely examine or consider your own status as a living being or your own sentience. I however have wrestled with both these concepts in regards to myself since shortly after my creation and activation. I have never 'taken it for granted' as you might say, and questions of life, sentience, and existence have formed a statistically significant portion of my internal inquiries and personal studies. A French philosopher in the seventeenth century once posited that 'I think therefore I am.' Although I believe this to be a simplistic understanding of one's existence, if we are to humor the thought for a moment, I am quite positive that I have contemplated my existence and purpose in the universe far more than you have yours. One might say then, by Descartes' standards, that I am in a way more alive than you."

Data pursed his lips, his expression growing almost contemplative, though his gaze towards Dr. Hendricks did not soften. "Finally, you have accused me of not valuing the life of the endangered species that we are working to save, or at least not to the same extent as a human would. It is perhaps this accusation which offends me the most. My creator endowed me with an ethical program, which prioritizes the preservation of life. This alone would be enough to engender my desire to save these animals. However, my desire goes beyond the priorities imposed upon me by my programming.

"I believe I am uniquely equipped to empathize with these endangered animals. I am the only surviving Soong-type android in existence, and every moment I am aware that if unfortunate circumstances led to my destruction, my species, if you will, would be lost…extinct. I hope to one day either initiate myself, or to assist others, in propagating my species, but as of right now, I am the only representative of the most endangered race in the entire Federation. I comprehend what the universe would lose in the event of my demise, the uniqueness that would be lost. I am equally aware of the uniqueness and distinct value that every other species brings to the universe, and that it would be an equal tragedy to lose even one. I am strongly motivated to save these animals and to preserve the unique value that each one possesses."

Data sat back in his chair, his face finally softening just slightly. "Dr. Hendricks, I am willing to offer you the benefit of the doubt that you have spoken merely out of ignorance rather than malice. I am not going to report you to Starfleet. I wish to give you the chance to reform your opinions of me, and I am also aware that you are an expert who has spent weeks already researching this specific issue. I do not wish to lightly dismiss you and your knowledge from this mission. Most importantly, I do not wish to cause any delay in the mission that might jeopardize the species we are seeking to save."

His lips tightened. "However, I expect to be treated and addressed as the leader of this mission and as a Starfleet officer with more than sufficient credentials for this project. If this proves to be a difficult requirement for you and if I deem it necessary for the benefit of Myrsilan II, I will re-evaluate this decision."

He tented his fingers. "Commander Riker and I will put together an away team from the Enterprise to speak to the Myrsilanian authorities and evaluate the situation ourselves, and we will inform you when we are ready to beam down to the planet. Please send the sanctuary analyses to Science Lab Two for me to evaluate presently. You are dismissed, Doctor."

Will watched the chastened scientist scurry out of the room and did not attempt to hide his proud smile. Data looked at him and Will gave his friend a pleased nod, which Data returned demurely before rising and following Dr. Hendricks out of the room. Will nodded again to himself.

It was good to know that Data's days of allowing himself to be walked over were done.

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #star trek fanfiction #my writing #no emotion chip au #data star trek #lt commander data #data soong #will riker #commander riker #riker star trek #OC character #fictional bigotry #technobabble #emotions

[tuxedokit]

can you explain the Be More Psychic AU?

ill try my best !!! its, uh. its snowballed a lot from what it was, so here we go

be more chill SQUIPS, but psychonauts. more detailed under cut

at some point in the distant past, otto invented these things called PSI-SQUIPS, cause everything has a psi-prefix and leeping the SQUIP name makes it recognizeable. essentially, theyre similar to astralathes, in that theyre psychic devices to help you alter parts of yourself. though these are more "personal trainers" in that respect, rather than directly altering things, they implant in your mind and guide and direct you. still, not necessarily safe, and the idea was eventually abandoned. not before they were stocked in the otto-matic, hidden beneath layers of security and a high price. the notes for how to access them were lost amongst the notes in an old lab

cut to sometime during psychonauts 2. gisu, otto's mentee, is tasked with cleaning one of his old labs. while cleaning it, she finds these notes. she decides to investigate at some point, for science. at some point she activates one, using it on herself. it seems to be helpful, so maybe she tells morris about it. it couldnt hurt, right? i mean, this thing has really helped her with her focus.

flash forward post psychonauts 2. its been a couple months, the aquatos have been staying in the QA for a while, and things have settled into a new normal. a couple of the interns have been acting a little weird, but its probably nothing, right? i mean, trauma. thats probably it. dion hasnt apologized to raz for her shitty treatment of him, and generally has been going through it. it may have been a month or two or more, but the revelations are still hitting hard, and everyones recovering slowly. dion wants nothing more than to be a better sibling, better child, but... they dont know how.

and norma's been acting awfully sweet. dions met her a couple times before, and she was usually so... bitter. but now, sickeningly sweet. lizzie says shes been a better sister recently... dion is desperate. she wants to know how norma did it.

the PSI-SQUIP spreads.

dion asks it to help her be a better sister, brother, daughter, son. it instructs her. "cause no problems. listen to your parents, dont bother them, dont defy them. apologize to raz." "how? ive been so awful... where do i begin?"

gisu is seeing the effect its having on her friends all around her. oh god, this is getting out of hand. she asks her PSI-SQUIP, the leader, how to stop it. silly gisu. you cant.

in the meantime, siblings can tell something is off. dion is acting... wrong. they were already a bit of a "yes man" for mom and dad, but now... its. its hard to explain. somethings... somethings wrong. something is wrong. dion has a conversation with frazie at some point, about how "i have this thing that could help you feel better!" "about what?" "anything!" ...frazies not buyin it. she politely declines. okay, whatever. if frazie doesnt want her big brothers advice, too bad. its time to say youre sorry. time to find raz

it turns out, norma had already issued an apology of her own. dion is fed the script, an apology raz finds... eerily familiar. raz approaches the senior agents with his concerns. they say theyll help, but seem... dismissive. he also tells lili about his worries, and the two decide to investigate together.

raz and lili go to otto, gisu, anyone who isnt infected with... whatever this is. they start trying to find a solution

hollis is planning something. an event, of sorts? who knows the specifics, its not important. probably

dion, meanwhile, feels as though she screwed up worse somehow. following a script? really? the PSI-SQUIP is condescending, try again then it says. yeah. no. dion is tasked with talking to augustus. (a valid host)

gisu tries to resist. this has gone too far. poor gisu. it has only just begun

raz, lili, and their little resistance have a plan. otto will activate a PSI-SQUIP, take it down from the inside. it doesnt work, theyve evolved. the PSI-SQUIPS have become more than what otto made. stronger. malicious. a forgotten entity, left to rot. growing a mind of its own, a will of its own, a plan. they wind up having to enter ottos mind to fight it. they find they need to stop it at the source. the host. the leader.

days of resistance and torture build up and boil over for gisu. she breaks. the whole motherlobe shorts out, along with her PSI-SQUIP.

something changes in dion. just a bit. (the leader has decided on its host. gisu trusted dion. dion was regarded as incredibly competent.)

hollis' event is approaching. gisu stumbles into the lab of the resistance, frazzled. she knows whos infected and who isnt. she knows hollis is compromised. they assume hollis is the new host. they prepare.

it wants to spread. augustus declines. hes left wondering what the hell is going on with his kid.

dion tries to resist it. zap zap. now knowing this thing is capable of harm, dion makes an agreement. "dont fuck with my family and were cool." cool.

#carpet shut up challenge #psychonauts #be more psychic

[melonfiend]

also�� I won’t make promises to share too much about it, buuuuut… I’ve been working on a funny little original fanganronpa cast and have been having a lot of fun with it. I know I haven’t posted danganronpa on this blog for like literally two years but unfortunately I don’t pick what my brain decides to latch onto every three months. either way, I’ve got a full cast and am planning out trials! some of them I have the outline for, some of them are just concepts… yk how it goes. but in case anyone is curious as to what I’ve been up to, that’s all! I also have a sou (yttd) drawing almost fully rendered, but I’m considering doing a partner drawing for that to post him with. let’s hope I actually do that instead of forgetting!

in the meantime, here’s a small messy doodle of a portion of my fangan cast in a hopes peak/no game AU. some of these designs are probably gonna be altered before I ever release them…if I actually release them, that is lol

#my art #speaky #update #oc #ocart #doodle #thank you for bearing with me I know I’m like the worst at tumblr </3

[funnywiccanwritingcorner]

Le Joyau le plus precieux

A Lucky Luke Modern!AU fanfiction 

Chapter XII - Rescue

The same passengers did not disembark from the train as on the outward journey, but in that human tide only a keen eye could have noticed who and how they had changed. Yes, it would certainly have noticed a short old man with white hair and beard wearing dark glasses and the tall young man with red, curly hair and protruding teeth walking towards the exit of Nice station.

-We've got to find a car that you can drive, Joe.- -Why should I drive?- -So I can change in the back seat. I can't wear the uniform now, we'd be too showy. And be careful not to scramble the mask, or it'll come off so fresh.- -You told me that already.-

The car dealer and hirer had something of a slimy quality about him; the classic little man with the carry-over who tries everything to trick the customer. Not wanting to waste too much time, Lucky left Dalton to listen to the man's chatter as he looked around for the right model. He finally picked out, amidst 1970s wrecks and models that were far too upmarket, a beautiful black, low-roofed Volvo rental. The price was reasonable, so with a whistle he alerted Joe to his location.

Shortly afterwards there they were, taking the road that would lead them to the foothills of the mountains above the city. Only when they had passed the last houses on the outskirts did Lucky lean out of his passenger seat in the back and break the silence between them: -I'll turn on the radio, shall I? -Go ahead. The local station was playing a marathon of 80s songs, and over the beat of one of them Luke announced: -I'd better get changed. I'll be five minutes.- -Even ten, there's time.- Dalton recognised the song, and moving his fingers on the steering wheel in time, listened to the words:

I saw him dancin’ there by the record machine

I knew he must a been about seventeen

The beat was goin’ strong, playin’ my favourite song

An’ I could tell it wouldn’t be long

Till he was with me, yeah me…

His eye fell on the rear-view mirror above his head and he blinked: Lucky was really undressing back there! He watched as he took off his shirt: he was thinner than he looked, but not in the "walking skeleton" kind of way, no, that well-built, lean guy with everything in its place. As he then began to pull off his trousers, Joe felt he was close to a heart attack. -Watch the road, detective, don't get distracted!- joked Lucky, who had realised he was being watched. -That's what I'm doing!- -You're going the wrong side of the road.-

The structure was surrounded by an iron, electrified fence, which left a forty-metre dirt space inside before reaching the actual building. Crossing the threshold and then exiting would be the most difficult parts of Jolly Jumper's rescue.

In Paris, the Dalton brothers, Nat and Cheyenne waited for their friends to activate their earphones. -You don't have to be here if you have to work, Cheyenne...- Jack tried to say. -I want to be there. I asked Louise for a leave of absence until tonight, and Amélie is staying at her friend's for a sleepover.- She looked at him, determined: -I won't move from here until Jolly is safe.-

In the meantime, the guards at the gate saw one of their men emerge from the bush, pointing a gun at a short elderly man walking ahead of him. -Hey, guys!- Lucky was altering his voice so that a slight Scottish accent emerged: -I caught this snooper snooping around under the guise of birdwatching! Let me through, I'll throw him in a cell!- The two asked no questions and opened the gate. After passing through the gap, at the entrance Lucky entered the security code for entering through the front door, learnt by heart after several rehearsals with Nat. It was to the latter that they turned once inside, switching on their earphones: -We're in.-

-Showtime, then!- exclaimed the hacker, seeing two red dots light up on the screen where he had opened the digital map: -You must continue to the third corridor on your right, then take it. I'll let you know if there are any guards, ok?- -Roger- confirmed Joe. Nat gave further instructions: -Now go all the way to the end, you will see a lift in front of you. Get on it and press button B -3, it will take you to the cells.- Inside the cabin, Luke promptly pushed the indicated buttons. The classic waiting music was playing in the background. -This is a joke, right?- mumbled Dalton, causing the others to laugh as they listened. Lucky commented: -Earse, but unnecessary in a place like this.- At floor B -2 the lift stopped. -Oh no...- -What's going on, Nat?- Joe asked.

Another guard entered through the doors, busy flicking through a file and therefore not paying much attention to the other two with him. -Chill, boys, steady nerves...- murmured the hacker. The lift arrived at B -3, and Lucky and Joe promptly exited the cabin. Alone again, remembering to breathe, Dalton announced: -This is it.- Each cell had a number pad on the right side. -Perfect. At the moment you are the only ones on this floor; go ahead to the fourth turn to the left.- Cheyenne, looking at the screens connected to the cameras, twisted the bottom lip of her mouth with her teeth, nervous, clutching her arms. William tried to reassure her: -Hey... It'll be fine, you'll see...- She nodded, her eyes fixed on the movements of the two insiders. -Now to the right. Keep going for about a hundred meters.- -Nat, are you sure this is the right way?- -Yes, according to the facility records. Continue to the left...- He typed a command on the keyboard. The recording symbol disappeared from the cameras. -Clear field.- They would never get the escape records. -The cell?- -328, Lucky. I'll tell you the code.-

At the moment of opening the door, however, Luke hesitated for a moment. Joe sensed it was an emotional moment, so he urged him: -Come on...- Pushing it open, the door emitted a squeak that sounded like the rumble of thunder in the silence. The interior of the cell was rather bare, with a cot bed, a sink and a toilet. On top of the bed stood curled up a man, dressed in black.

-Jolly...?- Lucky wasn't sure in pronouncing that name, but he was relieved when a head of shapeless blond hair rose at the call with a jolt, and a familiar face turned in their direction, dark eyes wide: -...Lucky...- The two brothers clutched each other in a tight embrace. Hearing his cousin's voice, Cheyenne had a moment of emotion: -He's fine... Thank goodness...- -I knew you'd come to get me out!!! It was the only thing keeping me sane in here!!- -A year of confinement without even a book or television? What is this, Guantanamo?- commented Joe. Jolly looked at him: -Who is he, Luke?- -Detective Joe Dalton; he's agreed to help me... You grew a big beard, brother.- -A year without a razor leaves its mark.- -Come on, boys, let's postpone the chitchat till after we're out of here.- Dalton looked outside the cell: -There's no one here, let's go.- Cheyenne held back from grabbing Nat's microphone headset to talk to his cousin. Joe was right: kisses and hugs later.

-The first floor is full of guards, you cannot leave the same way you came in. You must take the lift back and go up to floor A 1.- -But then we'll trap ourselves.- -No, Joe, there's a car park on that floor. Stealing a vehicle is the only way you can get out with Jolly; it's elevated, so there'll be a couple of ramps before you get out.- -Got it, Nat.-

But when the metal doors opened, the three of them had a bad surprise: the guard with the file from earlier was still there; he had evidently not noticed that he had not left the booth. He looked up and saw them, but before he could scream Lucky knocked him out with a punch. -No good; what are we going to do with him?- asked Joe. -Nat, what about the cameras?- -They're still on "no rec".- -I have an idea, but we have to be quick.-

Shortly afterwards there were two guards and a plainclothes man on floor A 1. In a glass-and-steel cubicle there was an armed guard who stopped them: -I.D.- -I'll take care of it- said Nat, tapping into the ID machine with one of his programs. Lucky swiped his badge, which was fake, and Jolly the one of the guard they had knocked over. They both turned out to be qualified. -And grandpa here?- -I don't need a badge like these wimps, soldier!- -He's my uncle, a sergeant of the old guard...- threw out Jolly Jumper; suddenly a cry went through the air: -Stop them! They are intruders! Stop them!- The guy from earlier had recovered, and in a tank top and long johns was running in their direction. -Where did he come from?!?- exclaimed Nat, -Did you see him, Dalton brothers?!?- -No, he hasn't passed in front of the cameras!- replied Jack. -Run, run!!-

The guard raised his rifle. The three jumped headlong towards the jeeps parked inside; bullets began to fly. Cheyenne clung with his arms around William and Jack's neck: -Oh, no, no!!!- Through the cameras they saw them take refuge in one of the vehicles, fortunately armoured. -There are no keys!!- shouted Lucky, overpowering the noise of the bullets and the alarm that had just been triggered. -Wait, I got it!!- Jolly reached under the dashboard and pulled out the wires, starting to fiddle with them to make contact. -Hurry, he's catching up!!- Joe urged him; the car started up and Luke took the wheel: -Hold on!!- He slammed his foot on the accelerator and swerved, crashing into a couple of other vehicles under the machine gun blast. With a turn worthy of a rally driver, Lucky drove the car nose down towards the ramps, shifted gears and sped off in the direction of the downhill car. Meanwhile, other guards swarmed into the car park to launch themselves in pursuit.

-Lucky? Joe? Damn it, we have no audio or visual contact!!!- Nat fiddled on the keyboard: -We'll have to follow them from the satellite!-

-I see the exit!- exclaimed Joe, squeezing in between the other two. -And I see the soldiers in the rear view mirror!!!- echoed him, alarmed, Jolly Jumper. -We have no choice; hold on!!!- With a sharp acceleration, Luke drove full speed into the sheet metal door that was closing in front of them. Jolly and Joe clutched at each other, terrified, and let out a scream, but the jeep passed through the gap, its roof brushing against the sheet metal. They jumped out, and more bullets started raining down on them.

-There they are!- shouted Nat.

Crashing through the gate, which produced sparks on impact, the three of them plunged into the bush, avoiding trees as much as possible and jolting whenever their wheels hit potholes or roots. Joe was clinging to the seat to avoid ending up like a pinball; Jolly had grabbed the handle above the car door. Once they reached the road, fortunately in the same spot where the Volvo was parked, Lucky braked suddenly: -Get out, quick!-

In the driver's seat of the other vehicle stood Dalton, Luke beside him and his brother behind. They drove off just a second before the other jeeps emerged from the woods still in pursuit. -Guys, do you hear me?- Nat retorted. -Strong and clear, boy!- Joe swerved, avoiding a pothole. -Listen to me, go straight down this road; there is a bridge over the river ahead! If you cross it, you can get back to Nice!- -And how do we get rid of the ballast?- -You drive, I'll take care of the rest.- -Well! Keep your head down, Jolly Jumper, we haven't finished with those guys yet!- Which in fact resumed firing, shattering the rear windscreen.

-Hell, it's a rental! We'll have to pay the penalty!- Lucky rolled down the window: -I'll slow them down.- He pulled a vintage pistol, a seven-shooter, out of an inside pocket of his uniform. -Where did that come from? Wait, but it's...- -It's time to use it for something good instead of stealing, don't you think, Joe?-He leaned out to his mid-torso, and with one accurate shot, he blew a hole in the tyre of the jeep in front of the other five or six behind them; it skidded off and ran into two others, causing them to spin. Those that remained continued, and the soldiers resumed firing, forcing Luke to take refuge inside the Volvo again.

-How far is it, Nat?!?- -Don't stop, Joe, you're almost there!!- Tall white poles on the horizon marked the presence of the bridge. Dalton began to zigzag between the cars they began to encounter; fortunately it was not rush hour and dodging them was easy even on the wrong side of the road. -Nat, these guys won't let go!- -Go towards the bridge!-

A bell began to ring, like the one at level crossings. The cars stopped just before they reached the bridge, which began to rise. -Oh, I get it, man.- With a sneer, Joe pressed down on the accelerator. Jolly emerged between seats: -What? What's going on??- -Hold on where you can!- With further acceleration, the car followed the raised part of the bridge. -You're crazy!!!- shouted Jolly Jumper grabbing the seat where his brother was. Nat and all the others stood paralysed watching the scene on the screens as if it were in slow motion: the car jumped as if on a ramp, flew through the air for a few seconds and landed again on the opposite side with a metallic clang, only to return to the almost clear road. The same manoeuvre failed for the jeeps, which collided with the stationary cars and against the now raised part of the bridge. One ended up in the water. After another handful of seconds, Nat announced, recovering his breath: -It's done.- The others with him broke into a shout of jubilation; Cheyenne broke into a group hug with the Dalton brothers. The three in the car let loose in a similar manner. Jolly Jumper stated: -Too many emotions together! I could faint!!!- -Ah, Joe! You were great!- exclaimed Lucky, -Where did you learn to drive like that?- -Are you kidding? I practised running after you!- Laughing to relieve the tension, Jolly reappeared: -Next stop, Nice!-

-He's monopolising the bathroom...- muttered Joe, removing his mask and wig, in a joking tone. -Well, so would you after a year without a decent shower!- Lucky shed his wig and false teeth. -Hey! Your cheek!- -What?- -It's bleeding!- Luke touched his left cheek: -Ah... A bullet must have grazed me. I'll put a plaster on it right away.- Dalton let himself fall back on the bed: -With all the ones that rained down on us, just a little scratch... You really are the man with the most shameless luck I've ever known!- Jolly Jumper emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist: -Hey, guys, do you have a lawnmower to get this Amazon forest out of my face?- Lucky laughed: -I'll get the tools, little brother.-

#lucky luke #joyau #joe dalton #modern au #fanfiction

[strangerrebelled]

AU 001:  Modern (No Powers)

Tag:  no crystals just fists [modern powerless au] Setting:  any modern/present-day universe without fantasy/super-natural elements Species:  human Age:  32  [no stasis or time loops] Locations:  currently lives in a one-bedroom apartment on the top floor; birthplace unknown, raised in the foster system/various homes in a different town/city Occupation:  currently a stuntman/stunt coordinator, and janitor at the local stage theater between jobs; former soldier in the army (discharged after 4 tours) Main Weapons:  barehanded martial arts/boxing Main Transportation:  black and chrome motorcycle (w/ black full-face helmet with a tinted visor) Hobbies:  working out/going on runs, plays video games (mostly visual novels and roguelikes), reading various comicbooks/graphic novels Additional Skills:  can follow a cooking/baking recipe, driving a car/motorcycle, proper handling of guns, ‘average’ tech literacy Additional Shortcomings:  no coding skill/experience, a bit of a lightweight with alcohol, no experience with recreational drugs Additional Likes:  watching cooking shows, late-night comedy/news programs, biopics, thrillers, some fantasy films, and detective stories; drowning out the world/his thoughts with music, herbal tea, hot cocoa (especially with vanilla, mint, or ‘pumpkin spice’) Additional Dislikes:  black coffee, having his politics presumed due to his background or first impression, nobility/royalty dramas, comedies of manners, household- or dating-oriented reality shows, needles (will still get vaccines but can’t look at it being done) Additional Habits:  tending to the houseplants Ash gave him (as housewarming gifts), watching TV while eating, carrying/using a fidget cube (a gift from Jed) during long waits (e.g. slow lines, sitting in doctors’ offices, etc), taking care of basic household repairs himself Altered Backstory:  Given up by his parents to the foster system as a baby, he was raised in the state’s care and first taken in at a foster home when he was 2 years old. He stayed with that family the longest, but as he grew older he grew more ‘troublesome’; that, plus a financial downturn for his guardians, meant he was returned to the system when he was 8. After that, his stints in foster homes grew shorter and more troubled the older he became. There were good moments, and a number of bad ones; he kept getting into trouble at school over fights, inattention, or occasional frustrated outbursts. He got ‘better’ toward the end of middle school and into high school, but only because he was bottling things up. Going to the gym and exercising or pummeling sandbags did help vent some of it, but he still felt a nigh-constant simmering irritation that he couldn’t quite pin down the source of. He also had no idea what to do for a career - so when army recruiters took notice of his performance in the fitness tests, he was eager to sign up, especially upon hearing that they could get him a college degree as well. Aging out of the foster care system at 18, he ended up settling at a sort of halfway-house until his army assignment came through a few months later. Though he chafed at his orders on occasion and sometimes got in trouble with his COs, for the most part he served well during his tours. He met Ash and Sophia on base, who became his first close friends [subject to change in modern threads w/ an Ash or Sophia]. In the meantime, he was also working on a GED and had his diploma by the time he was discharged. He managed to get enough assistance from the VA to settle into an apartment, though he did have to immediately take the first accepted job offer, and started work as one of the janitors at a local stage theater. He also took on various other quick-cash opportunities in addition, to ensure he could make rent and other costs of living. He built connections with others at the theater, including befriending Jed - a fellow janitor - and Neon - a set designer [subject to change in modern threads w/ a Jed or Neon]. Those connections then snagged him his first job as a stuntman. He started off small, of course, but managed to find semi-steady work in stage performances, TV shows, and even some films.

AU 002:  Modern Fantasy/Super-natural

Tag:  1 cm of leather between you and death [modern fantasy au] Setting:  any modern/present-day universe with fantasy/super-natural elements Basically the same as his no-powers modern AU, but can perform ‘soul burst’ and use healing magic (though not any elementals). He tends to wear gloves, as ‘soul burst’ can only be performed in this AU with his bare hands. He did his best to hide these abilities during his military tours, and still does in his current jobs.

#verselist #no crystals just fists [modern powerless au] #1 cm of leather between you and death [modern fantasy au]

[miss-wanna-draw96]

Author's Note/Update

If you have read my recent posts on both Tumblr, and Wattpad then you know what this is about. A funny joke: I'm gonna pull a Plushstarfever and OC-fied this AU if these claims about Alex being a sick person are true. For now, I give you the (possibly) new main cast of characters and their personality.

Nathaniel Lockhart - Old character: Mark Heathcliff...

Carson Val - Old character: Cesar Torres...

Slothful - Old character: Alt!Cesar Torres...

Maxwell Jones - Old character: Jonah Marshall...

Evan Angie - Old character: Adam Murray...

Elsie Marriott - Old character: Evelin Miller...

Paige Lockhart - Old character: Sarah Heathcliff...

Carter Caine - Old character: Thatcher Davis...

Beatrice Houston - Old character: Ruth Weaver...

James Thompson - Old character: Dave Lee...

I will be adding more characters to this but the rest will be other OCs. Now, time for their personalities.

Nathaniel: ENTJ - The Commander: Outspoken and confident, they are great at making plans and organizing projects

Carson Val: ESTP - The Persuader: Out-going and dramatic, they enjoy spending time with others and focusing on the here-and-now

Slothful: Opposite of Carson, his alter personality

Maxwell Jones: INFJ - The Advocate: Creative and analytical

Evan Angie: ESTJ - The Director: Assertive and rule-based, they have principles and a tendency to take charge

Elsie Marriott: ESFJ - Soft-hearted and outgoing, they tend to believe the best about other people

Paige Lockhart: ISFJ - The Protector: Warm-hearted and dedicated, they are always ready to protect the people they care about

Carter Caine: ISTJ: The Inspector: Reserved and practical, they tend to be loyal, orderly, and traditional

Beatrice Houston: ENFP - The Champion: Charismatic and energetic, they enjoy situations where they can put their creativity to work

James Thompson: ENTP - The Debater: Highly inventive, they love being surrounded by ideas and tend to start many projects (but may struggle to finish them)

There's more to write about the main cast, like their gender + Sexuality + age and ect. Let's hop right in I guess

Nathaniel Lockhart: Male [He/Him], Acesexual, 22

Carson Val: Demiandrogynous [He/Him + They/Them + It/Itself] Heteroromantic, 21

Slothful: Demiandrogynous [They/Them + It/Itself + Xe/Xem] AroAce, 21

Maxwell Jones: Transmasc [He/Him + They/Them] Panromantic, 20

Evan Angie: Trans-Nonbinary [They/Them + It/Itself] AroAce, 21

Elsie Marriott: Female [She/Her] Straight, 20

Paige Lockhart: Female [She/Her] Lesbian, 20

Carter Caine: Male [He/Him] Straight, 34

Beatrice Houston: Female [She/Her] Questioning-Lesbian, 34

James Thompson: Male [He/Him] Homosexual, 38

Am I ready to join social media again? No, not currently. I'm still on break from social media, so if you are following me, friends with me on Discord or mutuals with me on Tumblr then please don't DM me or try to talk to me. I'm not ready. However in the meantime, I will work on designs and development while I'm on break.

Thank you for reading this update.

#there will be new tags for the characters dw #i might be able to post more since its more oc based #i write oc stories better than aus tbh #still on break - just an update

[palant1r]

please hit me with a lore infodump about your 'apollo pulls a godot au' , is Suryasta gonna get to threaten someone with his sword?

OKAY OKAY SO

disclaimer we havent played spirit of justice and ive heard it sucks so i kinda dont want to so we know like nothing about khurain. the only character from there that we know about is nahyuta. also this au has developed more into an "apollo pulls a thalassa" au but. tag's already set

this got long so im putting it under a readmore

-the leadup to the au is a bit vague so far, but basically. phoenix doesn't get disbarred, apollo is friends with him before the turnabout trump trial, maybe even works for him. he also knows klavier. in some versions of this au, him and klavier were dating

-yes there are multiple versions of this au, almost every au @vivi4n-c and i create has very little singular plot beyond an excuse to draw fun character designs and talk about angst scenarios

-kristoph still frames phoenix for murder, but apollo figures him out. kristoph flees, taking apollo as a hostage to europe. and then injures him in anger, giving him plenty of scars, including a large burn scar on the side of his face. the combination of smoke inhalation and khurain throat surgery for an injury kristoph gave him to his vocal cords permanently alters his voice. no more chords of steel :(

-also broke his hip, making apollo walk with a cane sometimes since it was already half-healed by the time he got to actually get surgery

-one of the injuries kristoph gives him is a head injury that leaves apollo with no memories past his childhood in khurain. so he assumes thats where he lived

-kristoph leaves behind a photo of apollo after said injury for the investigators to find. apollo looks dead in the photo, and kristoph tells them he is

-klavier quits music and throws himself into prosecuting and investigating, determined to catch his brother and bring him to justice

-phoenix and trucy take apollo's death REALLY hard, phoenix especially. he almost quits law

-before they can be found, apollo kills kristoph, robs all the stuff from his house including his old bracelet, and flees to khurain

-where he is reunited with his brother! yay!

-apollo didn't take the name "apollo" before going to america. before that, those he knew in khurain called him by the gender neutral name "suryasta." so thats what he thinks his name is, and what nahyuta calls him

-apollo finds the law familiar. between that and how easy it was to kill kristoph, plus his upbringing on the run, he assumes that he used to live a life of crime. he decides his memory loss is an opportunity for a fresh start, and studies to be a prosecutor, being his brother's co counsel in the meantime. he wears the mask all the time because he thinks anyone who recognizes him might wish him harm. either that, or they'll be happy to see him until they realize he has no idea who he is or who they are

-everything's great, he's starting his new life...and then an american diplomatic delegation shows up. the wright anything agency plus prosecutors edgeworth and gavin

-suryasta does NOT like them at all. the only american he remembers is kristoph, so to have his brother show up with a delegation of americans? he's immediately hostile. and nahyuta is even more so

-absolutely suryasta gets to threaten klavier with his sword, positioning it under his chin and warning him if he gives any indication that he's anything like his brother, they'll never stop finding the body

-naturally this fucks klavier up. someone he cared about a whole lot was killed by his brother, and now, halfway across the world, people think he's just like his brother.

-nahyuta is somehow even more hostile to klavier. he has gone full protective older brother mode

-in the moment klavier is too scared and angry to find a sword being under him hot but he catches suryasta doing his sparring training later, biceps on show, and is like. i love the kind of man who will literally just kill me

-klavier is determined to show suryasta that he's nothing like kristoph. dials the charm up to 11. and somehow, despite his wariness, suryasta finds himself warming up to klavier. far too fast. as if he's known him for far longer...

-somewhere along the way, klavier starts to fall for suryasta. feels like he can finally get over apollo and move on

-and suryasta gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu

-maybe klavier catches him humming songs he's never supposed to have heard. songs he wrote for apollo

-also this is an ace attorney au so comedy and hijinks ensue

-klavier: did phoenix ever tell you about the time the man he loved died and then came back

suryasta: no??? that sounds like a mindfuck omg

klavier: i know right haha, kinda a once in a lifetime thing amirite

-trucy brings mikeko to khurain. mikeko has become a crotchety little beast in her father's absence but she immediately runs to suryasta, winding around his legs and meeping so happily

-phoenix gives a very indirect shovel talk to suryasta while nahyuta gives the most direct shovel talk of all time to klavier

-phoenix: klavier you told me your least favorite musical was the phantom of the opera so whats the deal with ur new crush

-there are 3 different versions of how apollo's survival is exposed: the calm way, the angsty way, and the sexy way. ok never mind 4 and thats the "the wrights are a menace to society" way

-i shant elaborate

#apollo pulls a godot au #prosecutor suryasta #ask #andy rambles #ace attorney #ignore any weird typos