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lunarifie · 2 years

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The Hollow deleted memories au part 2:

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Part 1

(Ill make a part 3 if ppl want it)

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Kai wakes up in his bed with a gasp. He blinks, hastily sitting up. Before sighing with relief. It was just a dream, he wasn’t a murderer.

He humorlessly laughs to himself, before remembering that his parents were home. That he had probably fainted during the fight and was brought back to his room, just to have that terrifying dream. It was a surprise in itself that they would take the effort to bring him back to his bed.

He dresses before slinking downstairs. Immediately greeted with an enthusiastic morning. He blinks once again, this time in surprise, when his mother greets him with a huge grin, if not a bit artificial and plastic. Kai, too shocked at the greeting, doesn’t notice.

He carefully sits at the dining table, where his father resides, peacefully reading a newspaper. Kai sits up straight with his hands placed neatly in front of him, after a while he slouches, fidgeting with his hands and doing the things that usually rises a reaction out of either of his parents. Nothing happens. His mother approaches the table, uttering bland sentence starters as she places the breakfast on the table.

Kai begins to slowly chew before choking on his food when the realization hits. For the first time in forever his parents worry over him, asking if he’s alright.

‘Yeah- I uh. Um, wheres, wheres Davis.’

They respond, telling him he’s upstairs fixing the rooms. Kai rushes out of the dining room unprompted, skidding to a halt when he sees Davis fluffing the pillows in one of the many living rooms. Kai collides into Davis, hugging him tightly. Davis pats his head and asks if he’s alright in his usual monotone voiced manner.

‘Yeah, everything’s perfect.’

Kai meets up with his friends on the weekend. Kais nervous due to the fact that he’s scared that his friends aren’t conscious anymore. Now fully NPCs. His anxiety subsides when his friends reply correctly when he asks them if they know that the world is digital. Earning a few raised brows and frowns, all of them having agreed they wouldn’t bring up the fact that they weren’t real randomly and without reason.

After a few hours, his friends notice that Kai seems happier and more lively, and pointing out their observation to him. Kai pauses before remembering that he never explained to his friends of how his parents were before. He goes on to say that his parents were back in an excited manner. His friends replying in affirmation and congratulations.

Days pass as Kais parents explain that they aren’t leaving and instead staying. Kai wouldn’t have a problem with this if his parents being around isn’t slowly mentally exhausting him. He still remembers how they treated him, and it’s hard to break the habit of flinching whenever they make a sudden movement or when he says words that would accidentally trigger them. It put him on edge.

The small pieces of glitch that he notices in the corner of his vision doesn’t help either, hiding under objects and appearing in dark corners. It also rubs him the wrong way when his parents voices almost went dead or robotic at the end of their sentences. But he just blames it on the code getting used to the new additions that he added.

Eventually The Hollow kids decid to meet up again at the donut shop. Noticing the glitching thats been happening. They each share their own experiences, trying to piece together what the hell is happening. Kai doesn’t say anything, eyes refusing to meet anyone else’s and hands fidgeting nervously. His friends ask him whats wrong and he practically bursts, saying he doesn’t know anything or why anything was happening. Being a terrible liar, his friends give him strange looks. He excuses himself before rushing out of there.

The glitching gets worse. NPCs, animals, plants, glitch and contort. Kai stays holed up in his room, telling himself that everything’s fine, that everything’s perfect, that he didn’t fuck anything up. Even though deep down he knows he didn’t do the recoding right. That he didn’t take any precautions and the quick switch stressed the code too much and wore it thin. He Ignores his friends calls and messages of them trying to contact him. The Hollow kids attempt to contact Weirdy but can’t seem to reach him due to the excessive glitching.

Finally, Kai exits his room, trying his best to ignore the glitching and live his life normally. That is until he sees his parents. Horrified he stands stockstill, watching as his parents limbs contort into a nonhuman creature, glitching and fazing in through reality. Their heads snap towards him, eyes black and sunken. A distorted sound emits from their glitching mouths before they bound towards him.

Kai screams, running towards the front the door and slamming it open, skidding to a halt when he sees no ground. He looks up to see a blackish greenish abyss, his house and pieces of land floating around as the glitch eats away at it.

He glances over his shoulder back inside the house to see his family scrambling towards him like rabid glitching creatures, letting out ungodly robotic screeches. On instinct he jumps from his doorsteps, using his fire to maneuver himself midair and towards another piece of floating land. He crashes into it, scrambling onto his feet and looking back towards the mansion to see his parents also jump from the doorsteps before dissolving into pixels. With hazy eyes he spins half dazedly on his feet. Fully taking everything in.

This was all his fault.

He hears familiar voices and twists his head in the direction of the sound. He sees Vanessa flying, holding onto Reeve as she zips towards a huge chunk of land that seemed more solid than the others. His eyes flick a few ways over and watches Adam parkour onto multiple flying chunks, guiding Mira as well.

The adrenaline rushing through his veins scream at him to move and he activates his fire, also making his way to where his friends were grouping up on the stable digital road.

When they all make it there they check on each other to make sure no ones injured. Saying things like they’re so glad each of them are okay and such before asking what the hells going on.

They start throwing out questions and theories of what might’ve happened. Maybe the glitch from The Hollow transmitted to Hollow Life. Maybe this was inevitable and Hollow Life was always unstable. Maybe someone from the real world got ahold of the game. Kai stays silent, everyone words turning to static as his eyes dull out.

‘-Kai, Kai. Kai!’

He snaps from his daze to see his friends looking at him. His hands begin to shake.

‘Do you have any idea whats going on?’

The seemingly innocent question, only asked for his opinion on the matter has Kai hyperventilating.

‘I- I- didn’t mean for this to happen I swear! It wasnt, it wasnt supposed to go like this. I didn’t mean to i didntmeantoididntmeanto. Im sorry im sorry imsorry-‘

Tears begin to form and his whole body is shaking as he takes ragged breathes, chest heaving, eyes wild and flickering all over the place. His fingers that were digging into his palms go for his hair, clutching at strands.

His friends taken aback stare back at each other. Speechless. They try to gently ask what he’s talking about. Some more forceful and asking what he did. Kai takes hasty and paranoid steps back as they advance. They notice the glitch slowly eating away at the piece of land. Causing fear to make them grow angry and frantic as words are shot and screamed, not only at Kai but each other. Kai can only watch as he goes into a full blown panic attack, eyes fearfully trained to the floor.

His eyes snap back up when he hears screams of agony piercing his ears. He watches as the glitch reaches his friends and eat away at them, starting from their backs. He yells before rushing towards them, he reaches Adam and Mira first, hand stretched out in front of him, barely touching their chests before his friends turns into particles. Adams Hollow shirt and Miras Jacket fluttering to the ground, the only thing Kai was able to touch before they disappear.

He falls to his knees, hands fisting into the articles of clothing before he jerks to where Reeve and Vanessa stand. The glitch slowly descending from their heads and backs. He leaps back up, rushing towards them in pure desperation but unable to reverse a doomed situation. He collides into them, legs knocking into their bottom halves as their tops practically dissolve. He trips over Vanessas shoes and his knees land onto Reeves shorts.

Time stops.

He can’t breathe. He can’t see. He can’t think. His hands just blindly pad the digital ground, his eyes wide and staring straight forward, bundling all of his friends remains into his arms. His head slowly tilts down, and he sobs.

He keeps sobbing into the clothes as the world is destroyed around him.

Kai, being the last thing along with the headquarters when he recoded the world. He was more solid then the rest.

The headquarters.

He gasps in between his sobs, snapping his head up and frantically looking every which way, staring into the dark green void. His eyes finally catch sight, beyond the floating glitching trees. Stood the solid Hollow headquarters. He let out a wheeze, a breathless desperate wheeze before letting out a laugh. A full watery laugh.

He could fix this.

He could still fix this.

He stands on wobbly feet. His friends clothes still rolled up in his arms before he shifts it to only one arm. He braces his feet before speeding towards the edge. Leaping before using his free hand to maneuver himself in the air with his fire.

He clumsily reaches the headquarters, now the only lasting piece of Hollow Life left. He wastes now time, grabbing his bearings and runs inside. Mere instinct and memory rushing him towards the control panel room.

He stands before the panel and floating glitchy screen. Breathless, before he gets to work. Dropping the items on the ground, his hands reach towards the panel. He does the same thing he did before, erasing recent events. He resets to the world from before it was glitching and destroying itself.

His exhale comes out in a wheeze when he is finally sure that yes, he can bring everything back to the way it was. His expression turns serious when he sees his parents code. He doesn’t think twice before deleting them completely, confirming when a pop up box comes up asking if he’s sure. He hesitates before deleting the mansion as well.

He exits his personal life profile, before jumping in his skin, he rushed to The Hollow headquarters and deleted the building as well. There, now no one could mess anything up.

Now, he knew this process was delicate. He knew his friends would have their memories of what happened even if he did return the world to normal, Just like he had. He clicks onto them individually, erasing the memories of what had occurred. He stops, his hands hovering over the panel. He deletes the memories of how they got into this digital world in the first place.

They couldn’t know they were in a game at all.

He pauses. staring at the option of being able to delete a complete person from someones memories. He blinks a few times, his face streaked with tear stains but none falling any longer. His face hardens. Deleting himself from their memories. In an after thought he deletes himself from the NPCs memories as well, including Davis’s.

Suddenly an idea forms in his head, he scrambles to find him. To find Skeet, and there he is. Not even deleted, still whole as a piece of code, just not there. He grins for the first time since everything, the screen illuminating his face. He brings Skeet back, altering his memories as well.

He was done. Yes, there’d be a few holes in their memories but thats fine. His friends are never gonna know a Kai. His friends are never gonna have to bear the weight of Skeet dying. Of them dying. They weren’t even gonna know they were in a game. Nothing, could mess this up.

Other than him.

His hands fall to his sides. He would just somehow fuck it all up again wouldn’t he. Even if he tries to erase his own memories he would still find a way to fuck it up.

Just like he always does.

His fingers, almost as if they have a mind of their own pull up his profile and code. Just like his parents, on the side, theres the delete button.

The glitch inches closer, unbeknownst to Kai, eating away at the headquarters walls.

His hands shake, hovering over the delete button. He inhales deeply before exhaling.

This was for the best.

For everyone.

He wasn’t even real. He was agonizing over this shit for what.

That depressing thought releases a hollow chuckle from him.

He just hopes his friends are still sentient after all this. Still aware even if they aren’t aware, if that made sense.

He bends down before grabbing his friends clothes in his arm. Hugging them close to his chest. Imagining that he was telling them goodbye.

His hand reaches out and he presses the delete button before clicking on the ‘done’ button. He feels the world around him reform. The dark green particles reach him. Already having eaten the whole game. It inches towards him and the panel. The glitch climbs up him. Reaching his chest, he tilts his head up.

He felt empty. But, happy. He knew this was for the best. Even as he felt the glitch rip into his insides and a shot of pain ricocheted throughout his body. He closes his eyes, feeling at peace before the glitch consumes him whole.

Then, the world exploded into white.

In the white abyss, the headquarters flickered before disappearing. And then, everything reformed from the headquarters point. Trees exploded from the recreated ground. Birds and mammals reappeared as if they never left. People came back to life along with homes and families and friends.

Each and everyone of Kais friends (including Skeet) awake from their respected beds groggily.

Kai wakes up with a gasp. His chest heaves as his eyes immediately squint against the bright white walls and floors.

Kai sits up, pain shooting through his body before settling to a dull ache. He groans, pressing the palm of his hands to his eyelids.

He brought them back to his sides. He blinks, eyebrows furrowing as he steadily took in his predicament.

‘What-‘

He frantically pats himself down, as if checking to see if he was really there.

He shouldn’t be alive.

He got deleted.

He’s supposed to be dead.

Did he fail?…

Kais breathing picks up pace as he eyes the clothes scattered beside him. Adams shirt, Miras jacket, Reeves shorts, and Vanessas shoes. He tilts his head up to look in front of him. All he sees is a white abyss. Kai swallows the lump in his throat, trying his best to ground himself.

Then he sees something. He squints his eyes once more, peering into the distance. Far off, stands a building. He stands, holding the bundle of clothes before hesitantly taking a step forward. Then another. He starts walking towards the building.

He stops in front of the mansion and the headquarters, side by side. And the realization hits him.

He’s in the trash bin.

#the hollow #the hollow netflix #the hollow deleted memories au #deleted memories au #the hollow au #the hollow kai #kai the hollow #th kai #kai th #th #the hollow adam #the hollow reeve #the hollow mira #the hollow vanessa #the hollow skeet #fanart #the hollow fanart

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intosnarkness · 20 days

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5 and 6?!

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

Oh dear lord, so many. A taste from my deletes folder:

Clint Barton is a creature of infinity that hollows out everything he loves (codename: Clinfinate)

Jane Foster & Betty Ross mentorship fic

Post-WWII war orphans story starring Peggy Carter and Gabe Jones (Peggy and Gabe Adopt a Passel of Tots)

Nonlinear exploration of Winona Kirk's life

Chekov/Sulu Student Athlete AU

A very cute STXI lower decks epistle in which my self insert technical support Lt. was very clearly (to me) writing letters to @kittydorkling

I don't have any for SOC yet, I haven't been here long enough to have given up on anything.

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

I tend to hyperfixate on specific stories for weeks at a time and reread them an unhealthy amount until I get what I need.

Current obsessions:

Spiraling into Bliss by rainstormdragon (NC-17)

forgotten by leehab23 (NC-17)

honey, honey by halfahint

raspberry memories by MaudeAlise

I should probably just sent this list to my therapist and see if that fixes me.

(fic asks)

#anonymous #talkback #meme

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sticktopia · 6 months

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Welcome to the Garden (Sanctuary AU)

The Garden. A pocket dimension that sits on the line between life and death. This little world is designed to house and heal broken souls. Those who have died under tragic circumstances, or have many regrets are called to this realm. Once they let go of their trauma and regrets, the soul can pass on to its next life. That is the role of The Garden.

Five (Chapter 3)

“Help me defeat him!!”

“We got him cornered! He can't escape now!”

“N-No! Please don't delete us!!!”

“Run!!!”

“Guys wait!!!”

The grey stick gasped as they woke up, immediately jolting into an upright position. They panted, looking around to see the forest they fell asleep in. The grey hollow head calmed their racing heart,shaking away the remaints of the nightmare they just had.

“Stupid nightmares.” The stick cursed. They sat there contemplating. These visions from their past pained them. Remembering their “friends”, the way they fought and the way they died. It was like agony to the poor soul. They gladly would have gone back to the days where they just simply existed as a ghost. Oblivious and ignorant about their past. But those days will never return. Their own face reminded them of their death. For two tar black streaks came from their eyes, never to be removed. It saddened the hollow head.

“Can't I just cease to exist?” They muttered to themself. The stick buried their face into their knees, trying to keep from crying more inky tears. They suddenly heard footsteps coming towards them. Instinctively, the hollowhead jumped to their feet and hid behind a tree. They took a shaky breath as the foot steps drew closer. Fear and anxiety gripped their heart, making his chest feel tight.

“Excuse me.” The hollowhead yelped and jumped back in fear. The stick fell to the floor, scooting away from the owner of the voice. But as they looked into the face of the voice, they felt calm. A beautiful nude pink stick stood before them.

“I appologize. I didn't mean to starttle you.” She said, holding a hand out to the fallen hollow head. They carefully took the stick’s hand, being hoisted to their feet.

“You arent hurt are you?” She asked, her voice was soft and smooth, it was comforting to the confused hollow head.

“N-No. I’m fine… Thank you for asking.” They said as they pulled their hand away. The stick chuckled as she pulled her hadn in as well.

“That’s good to hear. On, my name is Momo. It’s nice to meet you.” Momo said with a soft smile. The grey hollow head watched the pink stick. She didn't seem to want to harm her. Maybe she was nice? But that was too hard to tell with her calming demenor and motherly aura.

“Um, what’s your name?”Momo suddenly asked, getting the stick’s attention once again. They jumped a bit, taken aback by her question. Their name, it was a horrible name. They never wanted to say it ever again.

“I… I don't have one…” They lied. Momo tilted her head.

“No name? I've never heard of a stick that doesnt have a name.” Momo said. The hollow head looked away from her. They felt bad for lying to her. But letting someone know your name sounds like you can be easily manipulated isn't exactly the best. Another memory then popped into their head.

“Welcome to the team Five! Grab the ninja star and use it on the arrow thing there!”

“Yes sir!!!”

“Actually,” The grey hollow head looked back up at Momo. “I think I do have a name.”

“That’s great! Do you remember your name then?”

“Yes.. I do.”

“What would you like me to call you then?”

“You… Can call me Five…”

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“Welcome to the garden Five.” Five gasped as they saw the beautifully lush courtyard. They’ve never seen anything like it before. The vibrant colors were welcoming to the lost stick. They were so caught up in the scenery, they didn't notice that Momo was talking to another pastel yellow stick.

“Five.” Five’s attention was quickly directed to the end of the pathway, where they could see Momo waving them over. Five quickly made their way to the Momo and the new stick.

“Dandi, this is Five. They already remembers their death, but they seem to be struggling with it.” Momo said as Five approached them. The pastel stick bowed and introduced herself.

“Greeting lost soul. My name is Dandi, creator of the garden. I hope you will enjoy your stay here.” Dandi said formally.

“Um, thank you.” Five said awkwardly. Dandi then stood straight and smiled.

“We’re about to have lunch. Won't you please join us?” Dandi asked. Five stared at her blankly.

“Lunch…?” They asked. Momo and Dandi glanced at each other before turing their attention back to the hollow head before them.

“Have you never eaten before?” Momo then asked. Five shrugged.

“I-I don't know? I mean, I wasn't alive long enough to really… know anything.” Five stuttered. Dandi put her hand over her mouth. Her normally calm demenor faltering slightly.

“You're a created stick…” She gasped.

“I guess so, whatever that means.” Five said as they rubbed their arm.

“Oh my darling.” Dandi said as she held Five’s free hand.

“I am so sorry for what happened to you. Please, come. Allow us to make the garden your home.” Dandi said as she and Momo led Five up to the house.

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As Five stepped into the house, they were amazed by the bustling life within. There were many sticks like the ones they’ve seen in the city. But they all seemed different from those city sticks as well. Five then noticed that the white noise of children laughing and sticks talking had suddenly disappeared. As Five looked around, they realized that all attention was immediately on them. That scared them. Five simply wished to hide away from the sight of the crowd. Dandi then led Five to the front of the living room.

“Ladies, gentleman, and those who have no affiliation with gender, I’d like for all of you to welcome our latest arrival.” Dandi said as she stood slightly in front of Five. As she turned to face him, she could see that they were trembling. She took a step back and placed a hand on their shoulder. Fave’s head snapped in her direction. Dandi could see that he was terrified.

“Do you want to try introducing yourself?” She softly whispered to the terrified hollow head. Five shook thier head. They didn't want to be seen by so many. It made them feel vulnerable. Dandi nodded and turned to Momo. Momo nodded and took Five to the empty Family room. As Mmo led Five away, they could hear as Dandi spoke to the rest of the sticks.

“Appologies friends. Our newest recruit is not ready to speak just yet. So please be gentle with them if you do happen to run into them on their own.” Five was embarrassed. They froze up in front of all those people. They surely will hate them now.

“Five, please, calm down.” Momo said as she sat them down. Five looked up at her, terror and embarrassment lingered in his eyes.

“I-I made a fool of myself! I shouldnt be here! I need to get outta here!” Five was about to stand but Momo caught them by the shoulders.

“Hey, hey.” She softly said, making Five sit once more. Momo then kneeled and took Five’s hand.

“Look, look. Breathe with me Five. In and out.” Momo said. As she breathed in and ut, Five copied her. Once Five was calm, Momo spoke again.

“It’s ok Five. A lot of sticks weren't ready to speak at first either.” Momo said as she Looked up at them with a comforting smile.

“There’s nothing to be afraid or embarrassed of. Everyone here has some sort of past that they are ashamed of. So you're not alone, Love.” Momo explained as she stood and released Five’s hand.

“Are you feeling better now?” Momo asked. Five took a shaky breath.

“Y-Yeah. I think I'm ok now…” Five shakily replied. Momo chuckled and placed a hand on Five’s shoulder.

“You're gonna be just fine here.”

“Momo! Momo! Help, they're ambushing me!” A purple stick suddenly yelped from the other room. Momo giggled and stood straight, removing her hand from Five’s shoulder.

“I’ll be right back.” Momo said as she left the room. Leaving Five alone with his thoughts.

Chapter 2-(Chapter 3)-Chapter4

#sanctuary au #alan becker #ava #avm #ava victim #fanfic #Sticktopia’s Stories

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regular0side-hoe06 · 1 year

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Secret Frost AU

So, my old account got deleted or something and my old posts got deleted. I made something called Secret Frost AU. It’s a Hijack AU in Pixie Hollow. Hiccup is a Tinker Fairy. Jack is a ‘talentless’ fairy, but is actually a fairy from Winter Woods. His birth place was mixed and he is in the Warm Side. So his talent never got unlocked.

I’m gonna continue it and post more of it. Also gonna try to remember my old posts about it from memory. If you see my old posts somewhere, pls contact me or comment, my old account was “Regular0side-hoe”.

Thank you for your understanding.

#Secret Frost AU #hijack #hiccup x jack #how to train your dragon #rise of the guardians #pixie hollow #new account #new acct #old account got deleted #pls help me #jack frost #jackson overland frost #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup httyd

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mixed-kester · 1 year

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hello ms. esther! sorry for suddenly intruding, but i've seen you a lot on my dash n just wanted to say hi! and, well, to also give this tiny brainrot about u and wanderer in offering haha:

i don't know much about your personal lore, but seeing your art for throwaway-yandere's wood vs salt fic had me Thinking Thoughts. do you remember how in the beginning of wanderer-era, before he got his memories as scaramouche back, wanderer was pretty calm and nice? a little ditzy or, well, easily distracted sometimes, yes, but generally, he seemed like someone safe (or at the very least, like he wouldn't suddenly stab you in the back).

what if he met you while in this state? before the traveler found him and brought him back to the sanctuary of surasthana? what if he saw you and felt some dim, compelling force in the hollow of his chest where his heart should be (the lingering influence of irminsul, the all-encompassing obsessive love that scaramouche had for you you you—) when he sees you, a passing visitor in the grand bazaar, and quietly wonders if he's met you before.

now, this could go in many different ways depending on whether or not you remember him (even with irminsul's deletion of scaramouche's existence) and if he decides to do anything about that. one such timeline, like the wood vs salt-esque au, would be so interesting because, well, he doesn't remember pantalone ever being that close to you before. he doesn't remember you working for alhaitham either.

but you still look the same. still smile the same. still blush, huff, and laugh the same and wanderer can't help but cling to that (can't help but listen to the snake-like whispers just behind his ear to hold onto you, tighter this time, and make sure you'll never leave again).

some things are different. some things are the same. and all these unwanted anomalies are easy enough to correct, with or without his vision.

he's learned from the best, after all.

aaa this is very messy n all but i hope i got the idea across! if this isnt ur cup of tea that is very fine wdyhdbd but if nothing else, i would like to say ur art is very cool n ur ebg lore (at least the little i saw of it bc i had pre-mids that week) is very :eyes:

the object of my thoughts.

tags: wanderer, self-insert, situated inside @throwaway-yandere's Apotheosis on Your First Feast...kind of??? maybe??? an AU of sorts.

a/n: omg brain go brrrrr? welcome to my humble blog ajnsbvkjbhlka don't be shy to interact i don't bite- btw this fic is probably nothing like the ask aaaaaaa words: 1,072

The Grand Bazaar is as bustling as ever. Her nose gets hit with the damp, yet fresh air of the hidden city nestled underneath Sumeru's Great Tree.

At once, Esther hears the quiet, lively atmosphere of the merchants, the lingering tune of a song in Zubayr Theater (Sadly, Nilou will not be dancing today.), and the smell of freshly-made street food, minus the bugs that so happens to linger on the stalls.

This place almost ticks all her checkboxes of a "safe space".

almost.

She found herself sitting beside a food stall, waiting for her order to arrive. In Esther's defense, the food was quite tempting. Scented Meat Balls always have a thing going for her mouth. One moment it's there, the next…an empty platter and greasy hands.

A very pleasant experience, 10/10.

With nothing better to do, she rummaged for her shoulder bag and pulled out a small notepad. Some of the signatures are falling off, the purple yarn barely holding it together, and the handmade cover is dirtied with charcoal stains.

Carefully tightening the seams with a sigh, she then looked around, looking for someone to draw. She wouldn't want to ask someone for permission, no. She has to be discreet; quick, yet accurate.

The last time she got "caught", Esther was quite embarrassed, although her subject at the time was quite flattered and even offered some good critiques at her pose anatomy before being dragged off by Alhaitham, of all people.

Alhaitham, your current boss, and the current Acting Grand Sage of Sumeru. Who assigned you to Varanara, just six hours ago.

Vanarana, the supposed home of the Aranara, the children of the Lord of Verdure.

…the Lord of Verdure, and the successful rescuing of Sumeru's future.

A rescue that I refused to join in.

Esther shook her head in an attempt to dispel the frankly annoying and intrusive thoughts in her head. Quickly putting her notepad, aside, she thanked the waitress and tested the waters on the meat balls, still smoking.

Ow. Too hot.

Her eyes roamed around the bazaar like a camera, looking for interesting people to draw. Interesting poses to draw. A merchant selling fruits, a vendor calling for customers. Quite banal.

I spy, with my eyes…

there!

Her hands fly towards the notepad, leaves ruffling as she attempts to find an empty page.

The slight off-colored white invites her in to draw the first line, to fill it up with her lines, to see the figure of a person, the someone she chose to draw.

Reaching out again, she tests if the balls are too hot. Feeling the warm, crumbly texture of the finger food, she eats one whole and quickly focuses on the task at hand.

She looks quickly.

He's not looking at her. Perfect.

She quickly dismissed the hat in her drawing. That thing is a pain to draw quickly, she thinks, instead opting for just an ellipse with shaded points.

She quickly deconstructs his relaxed figure, filling it up with more details as the platter beside her grows more and more empty with each passing hour

He doesn't look like he's from here, Esther figures as she draws the man's robes- kimono, she corrects herself- hanging loosely on his figure, making for quite the focus on his high-collared undershirt-

Esther chokes on a crumb. Coughing, she hides her face on her arm and shakes her head again. Taking a bite out of the meatballs, carefully this time, she erases the quite scandalizing abs on her drawing, scolding herself for the…distraction.

She tries to finish the figure without looking this time. A large gold ornament on his left chest… hair shaped like a weird bowl cut…red eyeliner…

hang on.

She glances again. He did not seem to notice, and was still facing away from her, talking to what she presumes is his boss. how did i know his eyeliner is red?

Her gaze lingers on the drawing, slightly smudging the freshly-drawn face as she traces its jaw. She thinks hard, her eyebrows furrowing, the tapping of her pencil serving as a pendulum for her thoughts.

think, think, think.

She tries to chase the thought, but it slips away from her grasp like a falling leaf amid a strong breeze. Whatever the thought is... she deems it not important.

Esther looks at her drawing again, and her grip makes a dent in the notepad. This drawing, this pathetic croquis of a figure...it's too ugly. It doesn't even shine a light on the guy. This drawing of hers is too disgusting to see the light of day.

The left arm is too long, the face is off, the torso is contorted unnaturally, the fingers are unproportioned, the face is off, the eyes are off, the eyes are off, the eyes are off-

…

She tears off the page, throws it on a random garbage bag, and leaves the bazaar in lower spirits than when she came. so much for relaxation.

If she dared to look back, the subject of her interest has filched the torn paper.

Behind the tree, his errand remained forgotten, the fruits on the forest floor as he traced every uneven line that captured his inhuman self, marvelling at the seemingly glorious art in his hands.

Why did she discard it? he can only wonder as he gingerly holds the paper like it's a treasured possession of his. He does not understand. Why did she throw it away?

Should he find her? He thinks about it, but then considers his chances. An unknown person asks for her, saying something about knowing her vaguely and asking to come with him? He might as well parade around Sumeru City with the biggest hat he could find, yelling loudly.

What name would he give her when she asks for it?

He is a shugenja; a wanderer, as he calls himself. A tree with no roots. Somebody with no home, no kin, no destination. Someone with no name, no identity to hang on with. Trekking across Teyvat to train himself...it's just an excuse.

That's how absurd this is.

So why is he so hung up on this one person who drew him in such a human fashion? What is there to her that piqued him?

Have we met before?

He sighs, and folds the paper, tucking it in his hat. He picks up the sunsettias on the ground, and makes way to the nearby river to wash it.

#word vomit galore #i just got lost in the ask and???????????? damn #also OMG AN ASK????????? IN MY SPACE?#wanderer: 黄鳥 #genshin impact #wanderer: tinuvion #wanderer #author: kester #kestchat: bl-inkstone #also nooooooo you arent intruding at all!#your ask got some of my brain juice go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr #astronetwrk #totally did not draw experience from my drawing

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fleet-off · 1 year

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Find the Word

tagged by @raksh-writes

Rules: Share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you. (I was unclear on whether I should pull from my WIPs or my published work—but WIPs sounded more fun to me. ^^)

I got the words: satisfied, curve, freedom, memory, warmth. I had to manipulate the parts of speech a bit to find some of these in my WIPs lol.

satisfied from Body Bag: coming down from intense emotions and cathartic sex, Vegas and Pete tease each other about vampire roleplay.

“My blood in your mouth, feeding you? Yeah, Pete.” “Would have thought you’d rather play the predator,” Pete says. He laps at the oval of dark indents his teeth have left around Vegas’s pulse point. Vegas sighs with pleasure. “Lacks originality.” Pete laughs. Satisfaction tugs at the corners of Vegas’s eyes and lips; he presses a kiss into Pete’s smile.

curve from Lapping at the Edges: the opening to my poor unfinished chapter 3.

They curl up in bed like children sharing secrets in the dark, hair damp, foreheads nearly touching. Pete’s socked toes rest on Vegas’s calves. Vegas traces the curve of his cheek. “Were you worried?” he whispers. “Did you think I cheated?” Pete closes his eyes. “Of course I was worried about you, you’re a mess.”

freedom from Off the Handle: Vegas begins to spiral. (CW: suicide mention)

The thought consumes his days. Life used to come so cheap. Vegas made a business of stealing it from the family’s foes, traded countless unreliable henchmen, gambled freely with his own skin. Now there are two lives he can’t afford to lose, laid in his hands with nothing to support them if he fails. And if those lives decided to take themselves, Vegas would have no right to stop them.

memory from Breathing Space, my sci-fi AU: following capture by Tankhun and co, Pete rebels internally.

Pete cannot bring himself to delete them, yet. Because he is selfish, because he is rogue, because to be without the hands that wrecked him is an inconceivable thing—and thankfully they can’t watch yet, thankfully the equipment for that is back at the compound, thankfully it requires a specialized skillset to scrutinize the vast banks of Pete’s memory and extract data interpretable to the human mind. He will have Vegas to himself for a little longer, before his makers reduce him to the unwillingly whole and horribly empty machine he once was.

warm (I couldn’t pick one, so you get two!) from Body Bag: Pete recalls a time he failed to safeword and wound up begging Vegas to finish him off mid-scene (he’s pretty sure he didn’t mean it). (another CW for suicide mention. Do I have a preoccupation with death? Who can say.)

To have made Vegas unwilling to touch him, to make Vegas recoil when Pete slipped the ropes on his wrists and reached for his shoulder—the cold cracked him open and hollowed him like one of the frigid hells. This was before the warm towels and slow touches and all the ways they’ve learned to return from the brink together, so Vegas stumbled into the bathroom for a shower and Pete sat empty on the bed and then they laid there in sleepless silence until dawn’s pale colors seeped into their walls and Vegas asked him to save some rope or a bullet for him when he went. “You don’t need to feel bad, if you did mean it,” Vegas says now. “I understand.”

and from Stable Delusion: Vegas and Pete comfort each other following a nightmare.

He set a hand on Vegas’s chest, following the well-known paths of his ribs to settle on the knot of scar tissue just under his heart. Here, he could feel how Vegas’s breath hitched and then went deliberately even. Pete nosed up under his chin. Vegas smelled of warm skin, sour sweat, and the faintest whiff of metal. “Can talk if you need,” Pete mumbled, lips brushing the hollow of his throat. The way Vegas reached around to cradle his head was clumsy. His calluses snagged on the tangles in Pete’s hair and tugged at his scalp. Pete didn’t mind the sting; it seemed the logical price of being held in a lover’s claws. “Just a dream,” Vegas told him.

This was fun! Tagging @theflowergirl @luckydragon10 @giraffeter @rainbowcolored7 @vegaseatsass @sunshinesanctuary @saturnskyline and anybody else who wants to share. My words for you are: fond, ache, texture, blue, delight.

#tag game #kinnporsche #vegaspete #fanfiction #fleet post #fleet fic #fleet tagged

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soaplagoon · 3 years

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*I had problems in my game BEFORE downloading this with making Star Wars restaurants with Batuu food, it wouldn’t work, but I noticed after downloading this mod it started working?? It was probably actually fixed in one of EA’s patches but I couldn’t find any info confirming that. It’s just a nice mod to have.

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Parents & Family

Meeting the Family With a Fake Relationship

Do You Love Me? by whitchry9 (K, 641 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Family, Epic Bromance) – John asks Sherlock perhaps the most important question.

Once Upon A Time by ProfessorSquirrell (T, 908 w., 1 Ch. || Family, Snippets of Life, Romance, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Implied Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending) – There is a room in Sherlock's mind palace where nothing gets deleted. And it looks like this...

Crisis Averted by Spartangal22 (T, 2,188 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fic, Missing Scene After Confronting Mary, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Family / Friendship, Hospitalization, Sherlock POV, Holmes Brothers) – Lying in the hospital, Sherlock receives some surprising visitors, and manages to deal with two problems he's been having lately. A missing scene from HLV about a formal introduction that was never made and a visit that was never shown.

The Only Available Transportation by blueink3 (T, 5,379 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Fluff and Angst, Insecure Sherlock, Caring John, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Birthday, Family, Misunderstandings) – It’s possibly the desperation that’s seeped into his voice despite his best intentions, or perhaps it’s just a mother’s intuition, but she knows that whatever he’s calling about is Serious, hangover be damned. “What’s happened?” she asks, tone soft and as comforting as a hot cup of tea on a cold winter’s night. “Mummy,” he begins, voice catching. “I think John may be moving out.”

On the Steadfast Approach of an Oncoming Darkness by 2bee (T, 7,772 w., 1 Ch. || Apocalypse, Minor Character Death, Sort of Parentlock) – The world is ending. Not fast, but slowly, like falling asleep with a fever.

The Name Game by ItsClydeBitches221B (K, 8,958 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Family, Platonics / Friendship, Sort-of Parentlock, John/Mary, Mary is Nice, Five and Ones, Baby Watson, Mycroft Loves Baby Watson) – The names that baby girl Watson comes up with for her extended family. Or: how everyone—Watsons, Holmes, and others alike— just learned to give up and embrace their weirdness.

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch. || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Big Feelings, Crying, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious Sherlock, Inexperienced Sherlock, Emotional Communication, Love Confessions) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Dropping the Act by jadztone (T, 27,258 w., 10 Ch. || Parentlock, Fake Relationship, Mary’s Family, Post-S4, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bed Sharing, Pining, Christmas) – Sherlock and John are quite happy living together with Rosie in Baker St. They might be even happier if they didn’t act towards each other like their love is only platonic. Mycroft brings troubling news in the form of Mary’s parents wanting to know just what their grandchild’s home life is like. The boys decide to spend Christmas pretending like they are in love in order to seem more like a "normal" family. It's easy enough to pretend when all you're doing is dropping the act.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w., 4 Ch. || Vampires AU || Vampire Sherlock, Misunderstandings, Bat!Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Humour, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst, Blood Drinking, Holmes Family, Slow Burn) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w., 7 Ch. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?" "Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

Where The Ghosts Have Voices by HappyJuicyfruit (M, 37,691 w., 12 Ch. || Supernatural AU || Ghosts, Magical Realism, Light Horror, Fluff and Smut, John Can See Ghosts, John Whump, Emotional Manipulation, Dark Magic, Coma, Injury Recovery, Blow Jobs, Anal, Happy Ending, John’s Past, Mr Holmes, Powerful John, Holmes Brothers, Sherlock’s Past, Past Viclock, Drug Abuse, Hair Pulling) – John has lived his whole life as an outcast. It is only when he meets Sherlock, that be realizes being a freak might not be such a bad thing, and that the curse he has lived with his whole life may be a gift after all. (TO READ)

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) – A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w., 36 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #parents and families #meeting the family #Anonymous

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invadermak2016 · 2 years

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More headcanons that nobody asked for (roleplay stuff)

For interaction purposes, all Hollow Knight characters have been scaled up in size, making The Collector quite tall. He's like....6 foot something.

Lonely Wizard, however...

He's like 4 foot 9 inches?

A short lad.

Idk, I've never been good with assigning heights to characters.

Also au where Wiz has witnessed the OLD_DATA just before Luke Carder took a hammer to the floppy disk. The OLD_DATA had a different kind of affect on Wiz: it erased half of his memories, leaving just about all we really know about him in canon, and then some. His name went with those memories, which is why he simply goes by Lone Wiz. The only bits he remembers about the OLD_DATA are random, meaningless images, shouting, and unbearable pain. He is also aware of the game's deletion, and that haunts him.

Wiz has a minor case of trauma alongside that of Magnificus' psychological abuse. His triggers are tv static and hammering.

Wiz used to own a pet rabbit, before being sealed in the sensory deprivation chamber. It is the very same rabbit found in the chest on the sapphire mage's floor of Mag's tower.

#inscryption spoilers #hollow knight #the collector #hollow knight the collector #collector #hollow knight collector #inscryption lonely wizard #lone wiz #inscryption #lonely wizard

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bookwyrminspiration · 3 years

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shattered upside down masterpost

A KOTLC wings au

asks/other random posts can be found under the tag “kotlc wings au” or “shattered upside down”

fanart I am sent/reblog is under “shattered upside down fanart”

pinterest board

Spotify playlist

art of (some of) the revealed wings (second post)

ao3 link

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#shattered upside down #kotlc wings au #kotlc wings au masterpost #kotlc fic #quil's quill

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lunarifie · 2 years

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Because my og post talking about ‘The Hollow deleted memories au’ got a few likes I kinda wanted to make my own post going in deeper, so thats what this post is:

(Og post)

(Part 2 bc it got super long)

My own art for it (click for better quality):

Digital life’s been great for Kai, he had friends now and he’s been doing pretty well. Other than the impending feeling that his friends don’t like him and find him annoying, he’s living his best life.

That is until his parents come home. Kai always wonders if his parents even exist in the game. They were barely around in real life so why not cut them off altogether in Hollow Life?

That doesn’t seem to be the case though. Davis notifies Kai that his parents are home. This small change tears Kai’s life to pieces.

Its not strange for his parents to visit, to have the constant arguing, manipulation, judgement, and abuse be around him. But being in Hollow Life, it had been so long since he’d seen his parents. Longer than usual. The lengthened time had him forget about them and finally understand what a families really supposed to be like.

So when his parents come back home, the abuse hits him. It hits him hard. Like a punch, the longer its reeled back the stronger the hit.

Of course his parents are unaware of his friends, and strangely enough, they seem to both be helicopter parents just as much as they are neglectful.

Kai’s friends are beginning to worry as days pass with no sign of Kai. His parents keeping him caged and cooped up at the mansion.

Then one night, Kai has had enough. It’s the same old, his parents arguing in one of the many living rooms that occupies the house as Kai stood to the side, not allowed to hide up in his room. He tunes them out until their bickering turns to him. Picking him apart of every insecurity and fault they found unacceptable. Soon blaming the other for how Kai turned out.

Kai lashes out, never getting physical with them but screaming about every realization he’s had being away from them. Calling them out on their bullshit.

They do not like this. They lash out in return, the mother never getting physical but hitting Kai where it hurts with her words, the father fuming by the side, fists ready to deal a blow if Kai ‘gets out of hand’.

Kai doesn’t back down though as he would have in the past, him surviving The Hollow and his friends giving him confidence has him continue to fight back with his own words. But through this, he lets slip that he has friends. The flame in the fireplace flickers as Kai’s anger grows.

It gets worse. The mother screams at him for being someone he’s not and keeping secrets from them. When Kai fires back with how they’ve never done anything for him and have never been there, does his father land a blow, hitting Kai across the jaw. Kai clammers back, fumbling as the father grabs him, bruising his forearm, yelling in his face about how ungrateful he is. His father throws him to the ground. Kai scrambles as he subconsciously moves towards the growing fireplace, back turned away from it as he inches from the danger in front of him, eyes wide and scared, his confidence completely gone and replaced by terror.

Kai can now feel the heat of the roaring fire in the fireplace touch his back. His father reels a hand back, Kai lifts his arms and curls up to defend himself just as his father takes a swing. Suddenly the fire flies around him, swirling him and the inside of his house in a never-ending inferno. The extreme use of his power exhausts him to the point of him passing out.

He wakes up to the stench of ash and smoke, he coughs, his bones aching as he tries to sit up. Everything’s dark, it now being midnight. The fire has died down, a few patches of crackling flames litter the house, his only source of light. His clothes are tattered and burnt, something he didn’t know could even happen in Hollow Life. He’s confused and dazed when he sees two piles of ashes right in front of him, until the realization hits and he’s filled with horror. He shakes, his eyes wide and mouth agape as he slowly crawls on his knees towards the piles, charred hands slightly outreached, trembling, scared to touch what he doesn’t want to believe is the remains of his parents.

He feels like throwing up, he whips back his hand to cover his mouth as his eyes trail over the destruction he caused. The crackling flame and smoke leading all the way upstairs and outwards. The dawning realization that Davis, was upstairs, tending to the rooms and is probably dead is what makes him finally crack. That he did this.

The sound of sirens echoe outside and he freezes, his head whipping towards the flashing lights right outside the mansion. He fumbles to stand up, heart pounding in his chest, screaming at him to run. So he does. He stumbles over to a window that leads to the back. Climbing through and running to the forest out of a pure fight or flight response.

He keeps running, even when his legs are burning and his lungs are screaming at him to stop he keeps running, not until he physically can’t anymore. He finally slows to a stop, using a tree as support. He stares at the ground with wide eyes, still in disbelief before he chokes back a sob. His face scrunching up as he falls to the ground, his back presses against the tree, knees pulled to his chest. He screams into the protective ball he made for himself, crying himself to sleep.

Kai wakes up once again, no idea where he is, tired and drained, but heart still rapidly beating in his chest as if he was about to die any second. The moment he sits up, memories of what happened flash in his mind, he throws up, shivering. Kai sits against the tree, thoughts rushing through his head. He hits the palm of his hand against his forehead to center himself.

Kai starts talking to himself after standing up (like he did the time he was stranded on the piece of ice in season 1) But now, he seems to be arguing with himself.

‘I needs to tell my friends I need help.’

‘Kai can’t tell them anything. They’re heroes, they were gonna be heroes with cool powers and everything and I killed- He killed them.’

‘It doesn’t even matter they’re all digital anyway they weren’t real.’

‘They were real enough.’

‘What’ll his friends think?’

‘What am I gonna do-’

He starts rambling, muttering and going off into a tangent, fidgeting with his hands and occasionally pulling at his hair as he paces back and forth. Going into a mini panic attack. Just when things were getting better, he messed it all up.

He has nothing left.

Just when each crazed option he could think of came up dry, and the option of offing himself became slightly considerable. An idea pops into his head. The Hollow headquarters, his breathing evens out as he remembers the place, a plan forming in his head. How he can fix everything.

He rushes through the forest, hours pass with just endless foliage, until he finally comes across a road leading to The Hollow headquarters. He walks inside, the guard from the time he and Adam had been there nowhere to be seen, including the laser shooting flying robots. Kai doesn’t question it, too focused on trying to fix what he did. He aimlessly walks through the dimly lit headquarters. Peaking through rooms until he finds what he’s looking for.

He sees a control panel in one of the last rooms. The room is huge, filled with data boxes and electric machinery. The control panel stands at the end of the room, a flickering blue savvy screen lights up just above the control panel when Kai presses the control panel ON button. Data and code fills the screen, of every character, place, and thing in Hollow Life.

Kai’s in awe, his love for tech taking over before he blinks to shake himself from his stupor. He searches through the data until he finds his timeline. Allowing him to erase recent events, he pauses, searching through the data once more until he finds his parents.

He recodes them.

He goes back to the timeline, trying to sort it out with difficulty, tinkering with memories and such. He finishes, pressing enter. He can’t see, but he can feel the world around him remake itself. A spectral white void slowly devours Hollow Life, starting at the edges of the world before finally taking the headquarter last.

#the hollow deleted memories au #the hollow #the hollow netflix #the hollow kai #the hollow fanart #th kai #kai th #kai the hollow #deleted memories au #the hollow adam #the hollow reeve #the hollow mira #the hollow vanessa #the hollow au #th #the hollow skeet

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jeonginify · 4 years

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jackfruit stars & mango moons — yang jeongin. ·˚ ༘♡

↝ pairing: yang jeongin x reader ↝ genre: angst, break up au ↝ word count: 2.3k ↝ warnings: alcohol consumption, and thats really it. this is just an existential blab, you really broke jeongin’s heart and he’s still not over you, basically an ode to break ups and moving on (note: this is a repost because me being the dummy i am, i accidentally deleted it ;;; so if it seems familiar, that’s why!)

↝ description: you were jeongin’s sun and moon, his sky and sea, his beginning and end… until you weren’t. you’re the question he spends seven months pondering, only to find that the answer was in front of him the entire time.

Ever since your breakup, Jeongin has noticed that everyone seems to refer to you in the past tense.

“Oh yeah, that used to be Y/N’s favorite coffee shop,” Seungmin whispers, hushed, to Minho one day when the three of them are walking down the street.

“I have an essay due tomorrow... Y/N was always the best when it came to writing,” Jisung moans under his breath one Monday as he slides into the seat next to Jeongin in the library.

“Would you listen to this song for me? Y/N used to help me figure out what was wrong, but, well...” Changbin please one night when Jeongin is waiting for Chan to come home.

He doesn’t know why—it’s just a break up. It’s not like you’re dead, and it drives him crazy how easily you managed to disappear from his life. As if the past year with him meant nothing. As if his friends, who quickly became your friends, meant nothing. You cut him off as if it wasn’t anything to worry about, you moved on as if he was nothing more than a little fling, and here he is, a month and a half later and still not over you.

It’s like ever since it all happened, there’s a gaping you-shaped hole where his heart should be. When you left, you took a piece of him, and he hasn’t felt complete in—well, in a long time.

He tries not to let it show, because he knows his friends are worried about him and god, he doesn’t want to feel weak anymore, but sometimes, it’s just so hard to hide. Jeongin hates it, the way you still have power over him and that you’re not even here for him to be mad at you.

And boy, was he mad at you—in the beginning. Because who were you to come along and make him fall in love with you, to give him the best memories he’s ever had, to make him feel special and worth and loved, and then turn around and just leave?

That’s what he was most mad about, when he really thinks about it. Not that you hurt him, or that you ended things with him, or even that it came out of nowhere.

He was the most angry that after it all happened, you just disappeared.

You told him he would always have a special place in your heart, that you would always love him, that he was the only one for you, and then you walked out the door and never came back.

He’s not angry anymore.

That’s the thing about his anger—it burns, bright and hot, but just as quickly as it ignites, it fizzles out, leaving nothing but emptiness in his wake.

Now all Jeongin feels is hollow inside. He’s sad, he’s so sad, and despite it all—despite knowing that he shouldn’t—he misses you.

He misses the soft smile you reserved only for him, the one who was sure would be the last thing he saw every night he fell asleep forever.

He misses walking back from campus at midnight with you, a little drunk after a party that you both probably shouldn’t have gone to in the first place, and the way you always glowed in the moonlight.

He misses the random, spontaneous plans you would make, and he misses your fascination with the simple things in life—things he never truly was able to appreciate until you.

Most of all, he misses having someone who knows him so completely and wholly that he doesn’t have to say anything for you to know—if something is off, or if he’s angry or tired or excited... To know that he loves you, completely and truly.

Jeongin misses loving you, and he’s not sure there’s a time he won’t.

A day after your break up, he can’t sleep. His head hurts, his heart hurts, and he’s only 70% sure this isn’t a dream.

A week after your break up, the tears won’t stop falling. He doesn’t know what he did wrong. Why are you gone? The question is a mantra, stuck in his head, and he’s stuck in a pit of pain and despair. There is no hope now that he doesn’t have you.

A month after your break up, he feels like a coward. By now, he knows you are gone and you aren’t coming back. Jeongin misses you. Any time his friends ask, he lies to them—”yeah, of course I’m fine!”... He can’t count how many times he’s said it. He misses you like he would miss breathing if he went too long without it, and he’s ashamed—he can’t say it out loud, which makes it all the more worse.

Two months after your break up, Hyunjin forces him on a date with one of his friends, and Jeongin can’t help but feel like he’s betraying you. The pain has faded from a sharp sting into a dull and inescapable ache, and he still can’t go a day without thoughts of you. The date is at your favorite restaurant, and when a sappy love song starts playing on the overhead speakers, he feels like he might suffocate.

Three months after your break up, Jeongin lands an internship with a nearby accounting firm. He dives headfirst into it, working himself to the point that between his course load and his internship, he doesn’t have time to think about you. That’s the hope, at least, but late at night as he lies awake, unable to fall asleep, his mind still drifts to you. He’s trying to forget you—slowly—but you won’t let him.

He cries again.

Four months after your break up and finally thinks maybe, just maybe, he can see life without you. It’s nothing big—he still thinks about you, he still misses you, but much less now. He goes out with his friends and finds himself not having to fake a smile anymore. He can walk by all your favorite places without wanting to cry. Hyunjin tries to set him up on another date—he’s not ready for that, but it’s not only because of you. One night, he gets drunk and kisses a girl he meets at a party, and he only thinks about you a little bit. The sun shines brighter, the air feels crisper and Jeongin feels—even if only slightly—better.

Five months after your break up, Hyunjin tells him he looks better now. The semester is about to end, and in celebration, Chan decides to throw a party. They are four shots in and Hyunjin, the lightest of lightweights, is already substantially drunk when he lets it slip.

“What do you mean?” Jeongin asks skeptically, having to yell a little to be heard over Hyunjin’s alcohol-addled mind and the booming bass of whatever music is echoing through the apartment.

“Well,” Hyunjin shouts back, his words slurring together slightly. “You’ve been so sad! You know, since...”

He nods, but Hyunjin still yells, “Your breakup!”

Jeongin cringes, almost certain the older boy thinks he’s being discreet.

“Okay...” He says cautiously, and Hyunjin continues.

“We were all really, really, really, really—“ his eyebrows furrow together, as if he’s trying to sound serious, and then he cuts off.

“Yes?”

“Did I mention, really, really, really,” Hyunjin continues, “really worried about you.”

Jeongin’s cheeks heat up. “What—?”

“Chan hyung told us not to say anything, but you aren’t that good at hiding it,” Hyunjin nods seriously, and if they weren’t having a conversation about you, Jeongin might have found it amusing.

He looks at his friend, not sure exactly what the correct thing to say is. Was he really that bad at hiding it? The thought makes him frown—he hates people worrying about him, he hates looking weak, and he feels bad at the idea that his friends spent the last five months fretting over him.

“Y-You really aren’t,” Hyunjin blabbers on.

“Good at hiding it. I mean, s-sometimes I would believe that you were re-really fine. But then...” He hiccups. “Well, y-your guard is down the most at night, when you think nobody notices and you’re looking up at the sky. Like someone has gone and stolen all the stars, you know?”

Jeongin does know. It’s something he would always say to you—that before you, the stars never burned, the sun never shined, the moon never rose. Now he knows that was just the lovesick in him talking, but... The stars were your thing. He looks up at them and he sees you.

Jeongin waits a moment with bated breath, not sure of whether or not he wants him to go on. But by now, Hyunjin has moved on to the next pressing matter—which, apparently is complaining about how all his online friends think he’s an e-girl when he plays League of Legends because he always plays support with Yuumi.

“I’m too sober for this,” Jeongin mutters to himself, stalking towards the kitchen where he proceeds to pour himself a generous cup of whatever jungle juice Minho has mixed up tonight, before downing it quickly in hopes of forgetting what Hyunjin has just said.

(He doesn’t forget, but he does wind up with a killer hangover the next day.)

Six months after your break up is when Jeongin finally runs into you. Break has just ended and the semester has finally begun, and when he walks into his 8am sociology lecture, you are the last person he expects to see.

The next hour is spent with his heart beating a mile a minute, and he can’t seem to hear anything the professor says. He’s painfully aware of you, sitting exactly two rows in front and three seats to the left of him.

He’s also painfully aware of how you are blissfully unaware of the holes he is drilling into the back of your head with his eyes.

You look as beautiful as he remembers, even though your hair is messy, like you just rolled out of bed, and you are wearing sweatpants he knows you sleep in. You’re dozing off, half asleep with your head slumped on top of your unopened notebook, and it hurts him to see how some things don’t change.

Like how you can’t function before 10am, or how you still have that old purple sweatshirt that he vividly remembers spilling coffee on.

Like how his heart still seems to skip a beat when he sees you.

Class ends, and even as people stream out of the hall, you lag behind, sleepily taking your time to gather your stuff before you drag yourself up and out of your seat. Jeongin slumps down in his chair as you get up, attempting to make himself look tiny, like he might not even be there at all.

It turns out that it doesn’t matter, because you don’t even look behind you as you exit the lecture hall. After you leave, he’s not sure whether he wanted you to see him or not.

Seeing you dredges up all the old feelings that he thought he had gotten over. He’s surprised to find that, although the thought of you still hurts, it hurts a little bit less than it used to.

But it still hurts, which is why that night, he drops sociology and enrolls in the first psychology class he finds open.

Seven months after your break up, he decides he’s tired of letting you rule his life when you aren’t even in it anymore.

It’s as he’s out at dinner with his friends that it dawns on him.

Jisung has shoved his chopsticks into his mouth like walrus tusks and is trying to get an unimpressed Minho to laugh. Chan and Changbin are deep in conversation about the most recent song they’ve been working on together, excited because they’ve figured out how they want to remaster the ending. Felix and Hyunjin are locked in a heated discussion about who they think Katara should have ended up with, and Seungmin is watching them, amused because he knows they’ll never agree.

The past months without you have been hard on Jeongin, but as he watches his friends, he realizes it would have been much worse without them.

Every late night in the library, spent throwing himself into his studies to avoid thinking about you, Felix was there with coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.

Every party that he forced himself to go to in hopes of distracting himself, Jisung was by his side, chatting Jeongin’s ear off about the latest episode of his favorite drama or the newest game he’s been playing, just to make sure he knew he wasn’t alone.

Every night when he was too exhausted to do anything more than lay in bed and stare at the ceiling , Chan was there, ready to simply listen to whatever was bothering Jeongin at the time (most times, it was you.)

His friends were his life line through it all, the bright light in the darkness that you abandoned him in. For a long time after you left, Jeongin was so sure he would never be able to escape it—the pain. Sometimes, he didn’t even know if he wanted to.

Sometimes, he felt like giving in to it all. Like if he kept reliving it, kept feeling it, you would see how much he needed you and you would come back.

It sounds silly now, but he was so sure that he did need you.

“Jeongin?” Chan calls. “You okay?”

He looks up from his fries to find that Changbin, Minho, and Jisung have joined Felix and Hyunjin’s conversation. His friends are distracted, arguing amongst themselves, but Chan is looking at him, concerned.

A moment passes, then another.

“Yeah,” Jeongin says. “I am.”

#skzwritersclub #inkidz #yang jeongin #yang jeongin scenarios #jeongin scenarios #yang jeongin fanfic #jeongin fanfic #skz #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenario #angst #break up au #stray kids imagine #jeongin imagine #g:angst #m:jeongin #w:jackfruit stars & mango moons #jeonginify.txt

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boudebucket · 3 years

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Master Post H&F

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INTRODUCTION

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This is a masterpost for my children OCs from my Multiverse

Hollow is the Multiverse Cleaner

While Fetch actually protect the AUs

Both of them are alternative versions of Geno/Error and Ink

Hollow never actually got his vial feelings

Fetch never turned into Error, but he also doesn’t have memories of his past self

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FUN FACTS

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• The multiverse healed Fetch, but it took away his memories as Geno

• Hollow’s weapon is a spear

• Fetch’s soul still has a bit of determination, just like Geno

• Hollow is good at Hollow Knight

• Fetch’s weapon is a scythe

• Hollow doesn’t know what are the useless AUs that he should delete, if it’s important or not, he will erase

• Fetch’s favorite color is gray

• If Hollow dies somehow, he comes back in the Doodle Sphere, like it was his Save Point

• Fetch wears his brother’s scarf, but since he doesn’t remember Papyrus, he doesn’t know what is the scarf for, he just likes it

• Hollow can use codes to immitate attacks

• Fetch has full acess to the doodle sphere

• Hollow has some smaller spears that he can also use as attacks

• Fetch doesn’t inspire people to create new things, he prefers to leave the multiverse create its own universes

•Hollow's weakness is Determination

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THE MULTIVERSE - Alterverse

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This is the multiverse map

Location: Anti-Void Doodle Sphere The Void HellTale HeavenTale ??? Far Land And some random islands

Each Universe got a building(mostly a castle), on the islands, that represents itself Example: XTale(made by Jakei95), would be a White palace with purple details surrounded by purple and yellow flowers, characteristics that we see to be present in XTale

(Some info might get added or removed as the multiverse goes on)

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Well, I guess this is all I needed to say, if you got any questions about my characters or my multiverse, the asks box is opened! Enjoy your day <3! — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

#Altervese #HollowSans #FetchSans #undertale #undertale au #art #my original art #my art #multiverse #undertale multiverse #sans

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snowflake-of-destruction · 3 years

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I have to be reminded of where we are up to in If You Give it Form, but I’m pretty sure Riku and Sora reconnected at this point

Now I can’t be sure if Sora interacted with mama Mal, BUT I am very interested in the idea of them interacting with other characters/Princess or maybe even not princesses but just other characters

You must’ve ranted to me about this before but I’m also fairly sure there is an underlying Mal/Hades agenda that I need to make everyone aware of again

Just some of my disjointed thoughts

You are definitely not alone on needing to sort out memories. I need a close reread myself before I would continue, and what I am strongly considering is doing some edits to already published chapters as I go. Not completely reposting the story because I would never delete my reviews/mess with people’s subscriptions especially if edits or potential added scenes would only be minor, but, perhaps, making posts/linking to cleaned up chapters on tumblr and maybe even twitter as I go. I can’t decided whether it’s a good idea or something that comes across as strangely vain and wastes time I could be working on new content. Anyone can weigh in.

Sora will be meeting Mama Mal in the next chapter, and they will have a lot to say to each other. He may not have as lively interactions with Alice and Belle though. Hades, Hook and the rest of the villains should be in the chapter after that. It won’t just be villains we see Sora with from now on though. Riku and Sora will work out of Hollow Bastion but it’s not even AU Kingdom Hearts without world travels...and who knows who else may come to Hollow Bastion for that matter (or already be there in the caves

The Mal/Hades agenda was not originally going to be part of the narrative, but it’s an excellent case of asks leading to things added to the outline. My fault for having Hades call her Honey Cake. Mal/Hades forever.

#if you give it form #give it form #malades #hades x maleficent

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elyvorg · 4 years

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Imagine if the students successfully “defeated” Monokuma in trial 5, and also that Kaito incidentally had about one more day to live as of that point in time. (This is the end result of my trial 5 AU, not that any of the story in that post is particularly relevant to the AU story I’m about to present here.) An anon suggested to me that, from here, the students could demand that Monokuma owes them a life – in other words, he has to nurse Kaito back to health for them.

I had my doubts over whether it’d be the right call to actually trust Monokuma with Kaito’s health in that situation… but then again, that’s the fun part. What if they did make the mistake of entrusting Kaito’s life to Monokuma? What cruel things could he do while still technically complying with their demands?

Here’s what I thought of: Monokuma “saves Kaito’s life” by making a huge Flashback Light full of Kaito’s backstory plus all his experiences throughout the killing game itself, and all those memories get shoved into a fresh body. This would create a new person who is essentially still Kaito and is also perfectly healthy. Ta-da, Kaito gets to live!

Meanwhile, Kaito – our Kaito, the one who actually went through the killing game with his friends – well, he’s not needed any more. So, completely unbeknownst to anyone else, Monokuma just leaves him somewhere to die.

Aaaaand my thoughts on this idea escalated rather a lot, to the point that there’s kind of a whole story here.

Kaito’s death

Kaito is taken to some empty room somewhere – I dunno, maybe there’s a bed in it to at least give a vague impression that it could be some kind of hospital room, but maybe not even that – and told to just wait for the nurses to come and see to him. So he waits, his suspicion growing, and it doesn’t take long for him to get the sinking realisation that nobody’s coming, are they. He goes to open the door to try and look for Monokuma and yell at him to stop screwing around and keep his goddamn end of the bargain, only to find it locked.

With a chilling dread, it hits him that this was all a trap – a really obvious one at that, one he literally walked right into like an absolute moron. Monokuma never had any plans to cure him at all.

He’s going to die here, in this room, completely and utterly alone.

Kaito wouldn’t just give up, of course. He’d furiously try to bust down the locked door keeping him trapped there, but… his body would be so weak by now that he wouldn’t stand a chance. He’d only end up hurting himself even more, and after a while he just wouldn’t have the strength to keep trying.

And he might have more or less resigned himself and been mentally prepared for the fact that he’s not surviving this illness – though losing that glimmer of a way out he’d almost thought he had really, really kind of sucks – but, this is worse than he thought it’d be. Up until now, he'd finally begun to feel some relief in that, even if he does still end up dying, at least he'll die something of a hero, surrounded by his friends. Not like this. He never wanted to die like this – pointlessly, uselessly, alone and forgotten like he never even mattered. He doesn’t even have anything to distract himself with or to do to feel like he’s making a difference in his final hours. There’s just nothing but waiting to die, the pain getting harder and harder to bear as he feels his body slowly tear itself apart.

This is probably the absolute cruellest possible way Kaito could die from his illness, so much worse than how it happens in canon. (And, damn it, he hasn't even been to space…!)

Kaito would have no idea what's happening outside of the room he dies in, so he might be able to console himself to some extent by thinking that, once he’s gone, when Shuichi and Maki never see him again and realise they were tricked, they’ll be furious and will fight to avenge him. (Or, perhaps there’s still a chance, if they realise that something’s up soon enough, that they might be able to come for him in time and somehow save him after all…? It’s such a long shot – his death feels so close, dammit – but they’re his heroes, they’re amazing, so maybe—!)

But in reality... they wouldn't even know. They’d just obliviously leave him there to die, because Kaito would be right there with them, cured like Monokuma promised.

Kaito’s survival

That’d be the second horrible part of this – but not because this new Kaito who meets up with Shuichi and Maki all “cured” would be like some hollow imitation who isn’t truly Kaito at all. No; that’s not how it works. Flashback Lights create real people.

While I said at the beginning of this post that the one who died alone was “our” Kaito, that wasn't really quite fair of me. The other Kaito who's here now deserves to be thought of in exactly the same way. He would be our Kaito too, one hundred percent. Much like how Alter Ego Gonta was another Gonta, this is another instance of Kaito, separate from the one who died, but still him.

On the one hand, the new Kaito could have been made from a clone of the original Kaito’s body, so that he looks completely identical and nothing seems amiss at first. But on the other hand, he could be in an entirely different body – which is the version I’d rather lean towards, because that’d make things get awkward and painful a lot more quickly.

(If you want something to picture him as looking like: because it makes sense that Team Danganronpa would have picked a body that looked kind of similar and still fit his character, I’m imagining one of Kaito’s beta designs. I went for the one with poofy hair and eyebrows to rival Taka’s, specifically because he doesn’t look too similar to our Kaito, yet he nonetheless still has a very dorky Kaito energy to him. Meanwhile, his clothes would presumably be exactly the same. That and, despite the poofy hair, Kaito would totally grab some hairspray at the earliest opportunity and attempt to style his new hair into his trademark spiky upwardsness, just to try and look and feel a bit more like his usual self. The result would be, uh… something. It’d be something, all right.)

Some time after taking Kaito away to be cured, then, Monokuma presents Kaito’s miraculous recovery, brazenly handwaving the new body by claiming that extensive plastic surgery was totally necessary to save him. Maki and Shuichi would initially be all “?????? don’t mess with us, how the FUCK do you expect us to believe that this is Kaito”. Except... it is. His face and voice are completely different, but everything about how his eyes light up when he sees them, and the way he talks, and how quietly hurt he seems when they question if it's really him - it's still absolutely Kaito. And he appears to be just as genuinely confused as they are by the different body once they point it out to him and show him to a mirror.

Maybe they'd also confirm it by asking him things that only the real Kaito would know – and he knows all of it. Not just knows it, he obviously feels it, too. After asking him his favourite spaceship and seeing him visibly restrain himself from launching into a huge excited ramble about why that spaceship is so cool (exactly like he didn’t restrain himself from doing last time)… they can't deny it's really him.

The last thing Kaito remembers is being led away by Monokuma, and then he woke up like this; he must have been unconscious for whatever the hell was done to him in between. He and his friends end up concluding that Monokuma must have saved his life by… transferring his consciousness into a new body? Which seems more possible than they might have imagined considering how the Virtual World worked, now that they think about it, so maybe they'd be able to accept that.

(Is transferring a consciousness like that actually possible in this universe, though? Or does the Virtual World computer just create a virtual copy of them from their memories while the original one sleeps, and then Flashback Light their virtual self’s new memories back into their real body when they log out? That’d mean the virtual person would have to be deleted afterwards. It’d be painless and they’d never remember it, but in a sense, it’d be killing them.)

Kaito himself is pretty chill with it once he’s got over the initial shock. Sure, it’ll take some getting used to looking like this – he’s gonna have to grow himself a new goatee, to say nothing of the hair – but still, he’ll take this over dying any day. (He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to not be in pain.)

It'd still be super awkward for Shuichi and Maki, though, trying to adjust to Kaito looking and sounding completely different on the surface, constantly reminding themselves that this face and this voice is still Kaito. The two of them – especially Maki, who has a harder time trusting people instinctively – wouldn't quite be able to shake off the nagging possibility this could be some kind of impostor aligned with Monokuma who's just really really good at acting like Kaito. Of course they'd want to believe in him, because a different body is still infinitely better than losing him, but it wouldn’t quite come naturally.

Kaito, being Kaito, would very much pick up on the signs that his sidekicks are still a little subconsciously suspicious of him. It’d sting, but he wouldn't bring it up. Kaito's always fine! Now that he's healthy again, he’s got absolutely nothing to worry about! …which is to say, he doesn't want to go admitting to his new worries, not when doing so would be giving them even more reasons to feel like he's not quite Kaito and secretly not really want him around.

Kaito’s existence

But just when Shuichi and Maki have started to really get used to Kaito’s new body and things are beginning to feel somewhat normal between them again, everything would come out during the equivalent of trial 6.

As Shuichi figures out what Flashback Lights really do and Tsumugi starts trying to make everyone despair over how “fictional” they all are, Kaito, because he’s Kaito, would be having none of her bullshit. (However, I’ll keep this part brief here since I’m hopefully going to do a regular trial-6-with-Kaito AU at some point that should really be the place I expand on this properly.)

Sure, learning that they’re “characters” created from fake memories when the killing game began is kind of a lot to take in, but it doesn’t change the reality of who they are right now. The only thing that matters is what they want to believe, and they obviously want to believe that they’re real, just like they always have! Hell, their pasts being fiction is great news in Maki Roll’s case – she never really killed anyone, and she’ll never have to!

And Tsumugi’s claims that nothing matters because it was all “fiction” for entertainment are even more bullshit. Their pasts may be made up, but the entire killing game really happened. All those people really died. Every bit of the pain and suffering they and their friends went through in it was absolutely real.

But as he’s saying this part, Tsumugi turns to Kaito with a scathing grin. “How would you know? You weren’t even there.”

Before anyone can question what she means by this, she turns on another video – and this one’s not an audition tape. There were Nanokumas in the room where the original Kaito died. His final hours were recorded, as proof that Kaito is dead.

They wouldn’t watch the entire thing – he was in there for something like twenty-four hours – but she could have put together a “highlights reel”, some of the moments where Kaito couldn’t help but express exactly how lost and scared and desperate he felt. And of course it’d culminate in the moment of his death, just to hammer it home and make sure they know that it’s far too late to save him.

As Shuichi and Maki are reeling in horror from the suffering Kaito went through and the fact that they let that happen to him, Tsumugi goes for the decisive blow. She explains how the new Kaito came to be here, calling him a “fake”, an “imitation” who “tricked” them while they left the real Kaito to die.

And… Kaito kind of starts to believe it.

…See, one of the reasons this scenario really grabbed my interest (other than the prospect of Kaito dying scared and helpless and alone while also not being gone from the story afterwards) was that until now I didn’t think it was possible to give Kaito existential issues. He just has too much conviction in who he is. Under regular trial 6 circumstances, the reveals about Flashback Lights and his backstory being fake memories would barely faze him at all.

His memories are fake and all those things in his past never really happened? Okay, so he’s kind of shaken to realise his grandparents and fellow astronaut trainees don’t exist – but in that case, if none of the people in his memories are real, then the only person those memories matter to is himself. And if he feels like they were real, they might as well have been, at least in terms of the person he is now because of them. Oh, but the person he is now isn’t real, because the “real” Kaito is that murder-happy asshole in the audition video? Well, no, that dumbass was just somebody else, duh. Maybe he had the same body and possibly even the same name, but that doesn’t matter. The real Kaito, the one and only Luminary of the Stars, is right here! That's who he wants to believe he is, so it's who he is, dammit. End of discussion.

But in this situation… the real Kaito was undeniably the one who died alone in that room. Not him. His memories might feel real, but he doesn’t have the right to feel like those events happened to him, not when the memories belong to somebody else – someone who actually experienced all those things, whose friends that he experienced it all with are right here. It’s like he’s just stealing those memories, stealing that identity, stealing Kaito’s entire life. That’s not fair.

He still wants to be Kaito; he’s never gonna want to be anyone else, but… there’s no way he deserves to decide that, does he? Not when the real Kaito died, and Kaito’s sidekicks are still here and grieving for him. Knowing that, and with Maki Roll and Shuichi giving him these hurt, horrified looks that say You're not Kaito… maybe he really isn't.

(But Kaito is the only person he wants to or even knows how to be. So if he's not Kaito, then… who the hell even is he?)

Kaito’s friends

With Kaito stunned into speechlessness, and Shuichi and Maki shaken from the undeniable demonstration of how easy it is to just fake an entire person, leaving them also questioning how real they really are despite Kaito’s earlier efforts, it seems like Tsumugi’s succeeded in making everyone despair.

(at this point Keebo is supposed to barge in with his hope nonsense, but hey, how about we don’t have that clogging this up when I’m trying to tell an interesting story here)

But after a little while of none of the others having it in themselves to protest Tsumugi’s claims, Kaito (or, well, someone who once mistakenly went by that name; it doesn’t matter now) speaks up – hesitantly, because he still isn’t sure he really deserves to. “Hey, c’mon, Shuichi… This isn’t like you. You can’t just give up like this.”

(He resists the instinct to add, “You’re my sidekick,” because no, he’s not.)

It doesn’t matter about him, but Shuichi’s still absolutely real. He’s Shuichi Saihara, the Ultimate Detective who’s gonna save everyone, right? Never mind what Tsumugi says – that’s who he wants to be, who he’s always been trying so hard to be, so that’s who he is. And if that’s the case, then he can’t let something like this get him down!

“I guess this doesn’t mean much coming from me, but… I believe in you. For real.”

Shuichi stares at him in dawning realisation. This is… exactly the kind of thing Kaito would say to encourage him at a time like this. Especially the way he’s selflessly helping someone else even though he’s the one who’s got to be suffering the most right now. He… really is Kaito, isn’t he?

Kaito doesn’t meet his eye, muttering that that’s not really for him to decide. But… if Shuichi and Maki Roll want him to be Kaito, then – he glances at Shuichi hopefully – then maybe…?

Shuichi firmly tells him that no, that’s wrong. Kaito was just asserting that Shuichi and Maki and everyone else here get to decide who they want to be, so why should it be any different for him? If he wants to be Kaito, then Shuichi’s with him all the way. And Maki feels the same, right?

Maki puts in, slowly, like she’s still figuring this out as she speaks, that she’s been thinking hard about things since he pointed out that this means she never really killed anyone. It’s true that it’s a relief to know that nobody ever died because of her, but… she still feels like she killed all those people. It still hurts, because all of those memories feel real to her. So in that sense, it’s like she might as well have actually gone through all that hell.

Then… it must be the same for him, right? Even if it wasn’t really him who trained with them and supported them, he feels like it was, doesn’t he? So… he might as well be the same Kaito. If her feelings matter even if they came from fake memories, then so do his.

Hearing both their words to him, Kaito’s face gradually lights up into a huge, somewhat desperate grin. Of course he wants to be Kaito; there’s nobody else he’d rather be! And, Shuichi and Maki Roll, they… they still wanna be his sidekicks, right?

Of course they do. Shuichi and Maki were pretty shaken by the initial shock of seeing Kaito’s death and realising where the Kaito standing in front of them came from, to the point that their kneejerk reactions in that moment might have made him feel like they didn’t see him as Kaito or want him around. But having a little bit of time to process it and reflect on it, and seeing how badly Kaito was hurting from thinking this is how they feel about him… there’s no way that’d be what they settle on. They’re his friends – and they can’t bear to lose him twice.

Maybe they messed up in the sense that they let Kaito die on his end, but they also simultaneously didn't lose Kaito on their end. This person who's here for them right now is still him, and none of what happened to the other Kaito is his fault. How could they just throw away this second chance? They’re still going to need Kaito’s support – and this Kaito needs them, too, more than ever. It’s awful that they failed Kaito once, but they can at least make sure to never fail him again.

(Kaito tells them firmly that no, they didn’t fail him. There’s no way Kaito would have ever thought that, no matter how afraid he was at the end.)

Epilogue

After escaping and settling into the outside world, as the survivors put together a gravesite for the friends from their game who didn't make it, they make sure there's a grave there for Kaito as well. Kaito, Shuichi and Maki visit it from time to time. It only seems right to do so.

The other Kaito, the one who died scared and alone, would have been happy to know that this’d be how it ended, Kaito reflects: to know that he still gets to live on, in a way, and keep being there for his sidekicks. That he didn't just die useless and forgotten. He's certain of it - because he's Kaito, too.

[part 2 to this post - because I had another fun idea that branches off partway through this one - here!]

#danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 spoilers #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #friends #training trio #v3 aus #writing #my buttons #hello my name is elyvorg and my hobbies include wrenching my own heart out #definitely not what anon signed up for when they innocently suggested their idea #but i hope they're proud for being the reason this story exists now #duplicate kaito au

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