#I just made this au on the spot...

[luckyartdrawer]

(Bitter) Sweet! Art & Drabble

For @divinit3a Café Lunch Rush prompt list! There's still plenty of time before the first prompt is due (Jan 12th), and there's 2 other prompts as well for the month! Definitely check it out lovelies! <3

Drabble name: Instability Of The Heart Contents: Sun x reader, Heavy Pinning, Bitter Sweetness Chosen Words: Clouds, Opals, Celebration, Star-crossed, Letting Go, Hope, Candle Word Count: 1,625

AO3 version now available!

Ch 2. Moon, Ch 3. Eclipse

(Close Ups are also at the bottom <3)

It’s been a whole year…

Unsure how to approach the festivities now, Sun decided to find a quiet spot instead, spending all morning setting things up to participate in his own way. He couldn't not join in, but it just wouldn't be right to go back into the thick of it either.

The not-too-far-off town square, only a mile below his expanse of cloud, is alive in the lieu of celebration. The live orchestra plays the same casual songs, their passion dying the expanse of clouds they rest upon pink with their infectious energy, and the music drifts up clear as day to his ears despite the distance. The community brightens at each strum of a chord, chatter so lively that they create lyrics to their own song. They all are so alight that even once the sun sets, not even a single candle will be necessary to keep the festival bathed in a warm glow.

Sun sighed as he looked towards his namesake, feeling both relief and dread seeing it only moved a little since he last checked, located slightly past the center of the sky above him. Any moment now the square should clear its center and engage in its Hearthwarming Dance.

A spark crackles in his chest, sending longing pangs to his heart and head. It swirls through the burning magma and dips through every ligament, the tips of his fingers and toes buzzing with the itch to do something.

He turns to his partner, waiting for the first note of the new song to swell before grabbing their soft hand and whispering,

“May I have this dance?”

Without his usual banter, Sun embraces them and sways to the familiar beat without hesitation.

Upon closing his eyes, he is suddenly not dancing on a patchy field of clouds, but rather upon a lively opal plaza shimmering in the warm sunlight; the polished stone reflecting all those lovely pink clouds to create a mosaic, speckled with a rainbow of beautiful color.

Yet, the way you shined changed everything. It had completely ruined his view of beauty.

Your smile glistened through the sheer cloud of stardust that orbits around your form. Your eyes were as hypnotic as the ring of light you absorb, blindingly white before turning into a pitch black that's impossible for him to comprehend. He could barely even remember what you wore that day, too busy memorizing your face.

You were a star that had gone supernova, a rarity unseen for the last 3 centuries, let alone for a star of your kind.

Even the thought of your imagery causes him to inhale sharply. He clutches at his partner tightly, mindless of the give as he steps around in a traditional dance.

You were so scared when the change happened all those months ago...

Sun had found you holed up in your dark room, begging him to not look at you. He had initially come over to barge down your door for being an hour late to meet him, only to find your home was unlocked. It wasn't too unusual, so he welcomed himself inside, used to doing so after years of friendship.

His bitterness over how you kept him waiting for so long evaporated at finding your tearful state, almost unrecognizable if it weren't for your usual wear and voice.

He's still ashamed to say that he was enraptured by you despite the state you were in.

You were a glimmering dwarf star before, enchanting enough as is, and yet somehow you turned into something even more bewitching, compounding his years of desire into something even stronger. It felt right. Not to see you sad, but to see you in that form. Everything about it felt like you. The pull was indescribable in every step he took, the very essence of you invading his senses.

As soon as he recounts reassuring you, drying your tears, and pulling you into a hug; he snaps back to having you in his arms in the light of day, grasping his right hand and prancing with ease across the square, expertly avoiding other participants.

The magnetic pull is intense, the need to somehow get closer and closer was nearly impossible to ignore. He wanted to run away from such a force, yet he only clutched your hand tighter as he spun you, pulling your back into his chest and locking you there for a beat too long.

He was so afraid that you could read his every move, regardless of knowing your sheer obliviousness to his desires.

You always playfully indulged his yearly insistence of being your dance partner, yet nothing had come of it from either side. But this time, his gaze was constantly locked with yours, unable to break contact. His possessive grip had ensnared you, barely leaving even an inch between you. He couldn't help but pause, disregarding the mass of bodies moving around him, wanting to hold you forever.

How could it not be obvious?

Regardless, he knew it was inevitable he'd spill out his soul to you soon, barely able to restrain his lips from colliding into yours at that very moment.

He hoped, he prayed, he begged like a mantra to the celestial mother that you'd feel the same. That this magnetism isn't so one sided. That restraint would one day be unnecessary and he'd finally be able to drink in the flavor of your kiss.

Only mere seconds had passed when he released you from his hold, continuing the dance as if nothing happened. Perhaps to you, nothing did happen.

Would that explain what had happened?

He spent that whole day with you, following you to vendors with traditional carbon foods and indulging in your proximity as you'd graze hands and bump shoulders on occasion, finally left comfortably alone as the town's people were accustomed to your new appearance by then.

He was more than happy to scoop you up the moment you said you were getting tired and overwhelmed. You insisted that you didn't want the fun to end, but he could tell by the sound of your voice that you at least needed a change of pace.

The sun was setting when he leapt up stray puffs of clouds to the field above the plaza. He pranced in circles, leaping gaps to the dying beats of music, and teasing about dropping you through them when you didn't believe he could cross. Your rivers of laughter only fueled his audacity, as he never wanted to hear them end. Inevitably, his foot barely slipped off the edge of one of his more daring jumps, causing the two of you to fall forward and collide with the cloud beneath you.

Despite the grunt the two of you made at the impact, you were quick to laugh at Sun’s failure, teasing him about his cockiness biting him in the behind.

But Sun couldn't ignore the press of his body on top of yours, the echoing melody of your voice ensnaring his throat, refusing to allow him to even draw breath, let alone words. His mind fogged over, the only reprieve to his pinning troubles all pointed towards you, and he desperately needed that relief.

Your lips were more delicious than he could have ever dreamed of, your endearing expression was wide eyed and glowing.

Glowing so much that he actually had to close his eyes for a moment to recuperate, despite how much he wanted to savor your appearance.

And then with a fluttering blink, he's back in the present, kneeling down in the same position over some sad facimally of you. The cloud he molded this morning was mangled already from his delusions, but due to his fall it had melded into the cloud below it, its pink color feeling more taunting than sweet.

Sun looked down at his hand to find a tiny piece of said cloud still in it, a tear welling up in his eye.

It was too fitting.

In that original moment, it was as if you dissolved right in his arms after that kiss, but he refuses to believe anything bad happened. He searched your home, your favorite places, and even contacted your friends and family. No one knew where you were.

Some believed you to be dead after he finally admitted what happened between the two of you.

He vehemently denied that possibility, despite the plausibility. You were barely older than he was, still spry with centuries of life ahead of you. You couldn't just die from a kiss…

The only spark of hope he was given was when he questioned one of the elder Neutron stars, one of whom recalled personally knowing a singular supernova; one who had been taken suddenly to a world beyond the sky to contain their unstable make up. They had returned only once to explain their departure, before saying goodbye for their next one shortly after.

Sun brought the small puff of cloud to his lips – it should have been your hand.

He couldn't repress the tear that escaped him.

It's been a year since your disappearance. He still hasn't given up on his star-crossed lover, if he may even call you that. Your sudden departure left him wanting, stagnant, unsure of so many things.

If you reciprocated, wouldn't you have come back to him by now..?

Overtime, many have caught onto his depressed demeanor and advised him that it's best to learn to let go.

Preaching that waiting is fruitless.

Denouncing the Neutron’s tall tale of some magical plain snatching you away.

Scolding Sun for ruining his life over some runaway star.

However, he cannot help it; you own all the hope he has left. As he is unfortunately, completely, woefully in love with you.

Close Ups!

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[k4ppasta]

the argument pt15

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[thatlioninthecorner]

Drew some sketches based off this post by @sanyu-thewitch05 cuz I thought it was a cute and funny idea!

The intricate details of the ceremonial robes were killing me man 😭

Pt 2 Pt 3

[cubbihue]

Would the Hazel puppet we see in a few of the shows episodes be a kind of very basic changeling? Its obviously made out of way less unwishes than Chimmy but the similarities are too striking to be ignored.

YES! YES IT ISS.

Hazel's puppet is a very basic changeling. So basic, that it's only purpose is to complete one specific set of actions. When those actions are done, it disappears! It's quite literally and physically a sock puppet.

The differences between Hazel's changeling and Timmy's changeling is that their lifespans and construction is different. They serve different purposes.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

More information about changelings that's ultimately just world building ramblings. Lotsa paragraphs.

Hazel's changeling is short lived, low on unwishes, and more specific to the job.

Her changeling is a one-and-done tool. It only has to do one thing. "Distract the Teacher." "Distract the Mother." So it doesn't need a lot of unwishes, it just needs enough to do its job! As a result, it is made of low quality cloth, it can't verbalize, and it doesn't make its own actions.

Hazel's changeling favors Perceptional Magic. This is why Mr. Guzman doesn't recognize that Hazel's changeling isn't Hazel. He can't see that it's made of felt and sticks. It's constantly pooling out perception magic to warp how its being viewed.

For this reason, the changeling doesn't actually need as much connections as Timmy's does. It can exist by itself, or with Hazel, so long as it has just enough Unwishes to keep it alive. Maybe not stable, but, alive.

By contrast, Timmy' changeling is on the opposite end of this spectrum.

Timmy's changeling is a continuous tool. It must persist and adapt and grow. "Go to school" "Get a job" "Find a partner". It needs many unwishes to face many situations and scenarios. So the changeling has a more difficult build.

The magic it favors is different. Timmy's changeling requires Environmental Magic. People see it for how it looks. It has human skin and can speak the human tongue. But what it requires is a suitable environment. Otherwise, people will know it for what it is. Wooden and hollow.

The more developed and high-tech the Changeling is, the less it's recommended for it to see it's real counterpart. The bigger the amount of Unwishes, the more you want it to be stable and calm. Especially when that changeling's job is "Be Human".

[swhhdr-wthhr]

don’t you hate it when your brother brings the guy who tried to kill you a bunch of times to your party

original meme under cut

[bannock-freak]

saiki is legally allowed to be The Grumpiest Boy because chronic headache and fatigue

[rusty-eevee]

[velichorus-k]

Click for better quality <3

Based on The Light of the World by William Holman Hunt; Absolutely adore all the designs of the brotherhood AU by @0ketlyn-s @tea0w0stache and @elijah-doodle :)

[raticalshoez]

Solace for the Lonely

This was an AU idea I had just aptly named "Life Series Therapy Session" where it stemmed from a stupid headcanon that after a while, Grian started to feel bad for how the games were taking a toll on his friends so instead of being an eldritch horror he uses Watcher like abilities to like.....make therapy for his friends???

Joel was his guinea pig.

Basically the premise for Joel's session was he had to find closure in his past as one of the lonelier members by helping other members who were cursed with loneliness in other life series' and help them come to terms with things.

With LL!Scar, Joel is a bit awkward because it's the first person he's conversing with so there's this sorta of whiplash and this season was the one where him going red left them both alone.

Scar is also shocked at the sight of a Joel who isn't mental, and given Scar's track record in later seasons of unfaithful soulmates and forced villainy, Joel finds him the hardest to comfort.

He opts for telling him that one day he'll meet people he can call family, hinting towards the Clockers, but never outright saying it. He thinks back on his time with the Bad Boys, and his unwavering loyalty to them. He thinks the season might've been a step towards a less solitary life for them both.

When he sees DL!Pearl is his next "client," he's much more confident. He's teamed with Pearl at this point, and he knows that she will not have to suffer her Double Life fate again.

He has to tiptoe around specifically mentioning the Mounders and the fact that they are a group that forms because he doesn't want the Butterfly Effect to take place. Being as vague as possible, he assures Pearl that one day she will find people to be devoted to again (even if he does leave out the part about them all dying before her...for her own wellbeing).

Pearl is naturally skeptical. She's been isolated on this server that's meant to be about love and in this world where DL!Joel is purposefully antagonistic, here he is uncharacteristically telling her everything will turn out okay in the vaguest nature possible. And she's just expected to believe that?

Even so, as he walks away, she can't help but feel a little more hopeful.

The last person Joel encounters is SL!Lizzie, and this one stings a bit more. Joel knows Lizzie's fate in this world, and it's not pretty for her. Lizzie didn't particularly have a happy story in Last Life either, so something about this is extra unfortunate.

Joel just goes straight in and tells her that he will always be there for her because that is the full truth and he knows Lizzie needs to hear it. Maybe not at this point; maybe at this point SL!Lizzie is completely content and nothing particularly bad has happened to her, and she's wondering why her husband is at her doorstep looking so sympathetic.

But when Joel remembers a certain party, and the way he was still attacked even after being her sole supporter, he feels he has to comfort her, and tell her that he loves her, and somehow make it so her cold and lonely death in the end doesn't feel so bitter after this is all done.

[spotaus]

Eyy, King Reaper and his beloved Mage Geno designs <3

[mrs-gauche]

I beat Veilguard.

It's 4am. I'm a mess. I'm in tears.

[runerapier]

gengeal 🐺🧙

[creakysocks]

"...So have you like... considered... *not* making another collider that could potentially break reality as we know it???"

"I mean I did but then i thought of what we'd be missing out on!"

"And what would that be??"

"More holes!"

idk im just thinking abt this au again

[ancha-aus]

NewAgeAU Drabble - A Glance into the Future

I am back And this time with a little story that i hid from view >:D mostly because i didn't want to add even MORE to your to do list spot lmao.

Something that @spotaus and I spoke very lightly about so Spot! I think even YOU didn't expect this little plothook!

How about... We let Epic have some fun :3

Just because...

XTale Frisk is Fennel (Age 11). XTale Chara is Carnation (age 11). XTale Asriel is technically Zeus (age 12) , also called Zu-zu by the two slightly younger humans :D And Cross, sadly, is still called Ten (age 14).

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Epic watches the street as the couple sits at the little table in the sun. The guy pulls out the chair for the woman and she happily sits down as he pushes in the chair.

Nice moves dude.

Sadly it will be ruined in about twenty minutes because of rain.

The rain will soak her white shirt and make her bra see through. The guy will be too late with mentioning it and she will curse him out for being a creep and weirdo instead of just warning her when he first saw it!

She will start to walk away and the guy will call out to her, she will turn around to see what he saw to say.

Only for a cart to raise past and splash the newly formed mud puddle right behind her. Splashing her back with the mud and covering her completely.

She will not agree to a third date.

Epic could try and walk over and make up a story. How the future whispers secrets that it wishes to share...

Epic closes his other socket and concentrates. He lets the visions come to his mind and frowns. Mmh... Seems like there is no real way to make them listen to him. And even if he does they will not believe the incoming rain. Which means he may speak the truth about the rain and a lie in saying they will see this through together. Neither of them will be thinking about his talk as soon as the rain starts.

Epic opens his normal socket as he grabs one of the from the small plate. These are some good cookies, and honestly the only reason he is in Ritten. According to his visions these are the best cookies he can get at the moment. He knows that in the future there will be even better options but the location on that is still unclear.

The best cookies he will be able to get will be these red velvet cookies with different types of chocolate... From what he has seen in his vision will will either be in Sanctuary or in Orchard. Sanctuary will be much quicker as there will just be a shop he thinks. But Orchard it will be harder seeing as he needs to be friends with someone? He thinks... He will need to be let into the castle itself?

Though it does make sense for the king there to have the best cook...

Epic frowns and concentrates but he still does not get a clear vision on the King of Orchard. It is always hard to concentrate there. Too many different people all influencing the streams of time. Making it a muddy mess to look into.

It had seemed like such a fun idea. Picking the future as his area of focus back in school. To learn how to fully utilise his own faith and destiny!

At least he wasn't stuck seeing stuff in differeny colours and hues like Color. Epic thinks his homie is now just being a jack-of-all-trades. Color may not be crazy good at one thing but with the fact his specialty is pretty much adaptation it means he can always make stuff work.

Epic is just clairvoyant. Which works fine, seeing as he can make a living and he still has his specialty.

Even if he gave up the use of one of his eyes and can't perceive depth anymore. As soon as he opens his socket he will see all the most likely futures a person has. Which really isn't that bad, unless he is in a city and busy area which he almost always is.

Best to keep it closed unless he is with a client.

He takes another bite when he hears running steps. He focuses for a moment and sees it before him. Two children. He thinks both are human looking. Laughing together as they run through the streets. They will see his shop and walk over.

Epic frowns. He doesn't usually get visions this clear. It is almost as if there is no way they will not visit him. Strange but that is fun! He hasn't been able to do many readings for kids. Something about parents not trusting him to not lie.

And hey! Sure! Maybe he will lie to them but only to keep him excited and happy! And he always make sure it is something that motivates them and is safe to them!

He finishes his bite as he hears their voices. As soon as he does his vision gains their voices as well.

"Quick! or Zu-zu will catch us!"

Laughter "I know I know!"

They are laughing when they turn the corner and both stop and both the kids tilt their heads as they see him.

Epic just raises his hand in a wave "Sup little dudes." and he takes another bite of his almost finished cookie.

The two share a look before glancing at the sign outside his shop. Epic takes the time to look them over. One is wearing the mark of the King of Ritten. The X mark. They are wearing black leather and Epic can spot a sword on their back. Their hair is white and a little taller than the other. The second human's hair is black and their eyes are squinted shut slightly. The two don't seem blood related but Epic knows better than to assume or judge as you never know.

The human with black hair frowns at him "Future readings?"

Epic shrugs as he finished chewing "Yup!" he grins "So waht can I help you two with?"

The human with white hair snorts as they cross their arms "Shouldn't you know already? With future vision and stuff?" The other nods and mimicks the first one's pose.

Epic hums as he looks at his cookie. It only takes a second, maybe even less time, to search the direct future. What if he asks for their names? They will both roll their eyes but give them to him. The white haired person is Carnation and the black haired person is Fennel.

Epic hums "I mean. I could assume you and Fennel want a reading. But it is rude to assume, isn't it Carnation?" and he grins as he finishes his cookie.

Carnation looks shocked but Fennel isn't as impressed "Please. Everyone knows me thanks to mom and dad or Zu-zu. And Carn's name is also well known as the lands, and probably the worlds! youngest fighter and warrior!" and they huff. Clearly very proud of Carnation and protective.

Carnation looks amused and nods "Good point Fennel."

Epic hums "Ah, yes, sceptics. They appear younger and younger every year."

Fennel huffs "Just because we are kids doesn't mean we are naive!"

Epic raises a brow as he tilts his skull "I never said or implied that." he shrugs as he leans back in his chair "Want a reading?" and grins.

Fennel and Carnation share a look and Epic lets his mind check the different streams. Fennel always seems hesitant in all of them. But if it is doubt in him or if Fennel is scared that something he doens't want to get out gets seen... it is unsure.

Carnation however? They want a reading. Each stream he looks at Carnation will hint at just wanting to check it out. In some of them they say they just want to get a good laugh while in others they offer that if Epic really sees the future that Epic may be a good asset.

He searches the different streams and finds his line. He leans back and puts his feet on top of his desk "It is alright. Pick whatever. I already knoww the answer anyway." and he waits.

Fennel and Carnation share a look. Fennel huffs as they cross their arms "We need to go. this guy is clearly a scam."

Carnation eyes his store "I mean... what is the harm? If we leave this area we will get in sight of Zeus again..."

Fennel frowns and glares at the main road. Clearly not done with their fun yet.

Epic grins as he leans on a hand "It is fine. One reading it only 5 gold a person." he taps his sign.

The two humans share a look and Fennel gives Carnation a nod. Carnation grins but Fennel grabs their arm. Fennel looks at him challenging "We are both there for each others's reading." it is a demand more than anything.

Epic snorts "Sure!" he gets up and turns his little card from 'Free' to 'Busy' he waves them over as he disappears into his little tent.

There is barely enough room for everything. There is his spot, a small table, and two other cushions for his guests to sit on. It is good that he had a feeling this morning to get two cushions out. Even if that means he needs to climb over his table to get his own spot.

He just turns around and sits on top of his cushion when the two step fully inside over just watching.

Epic grins as he waves them in. He puts his elbows on his letting table as he leans on his hands. He opens his normally shut socket and he knows his purple eye is bright as always "Welcome. To the window to your future."

Fennel and Carnation share another look before slowly walking in and taking their seats.

Epic grins and focusses on Fennel "You first I assume?"

Fennel frowns. Epic knows they would want Fennel to go first. Epic figures they are now wondering if Epic just had a lucky guess, or if he truly knew knew.

Fennel nods as they look challenging "So waht will you use? A crystal ball? A set of cards? Dice?" and they wait. the mockery is obvious in their voice.

Epic grins and just taps his skull and socket "Nah, just good old magic." and he focusses in on Fennel.

The time streams from Carnation are being a small interferance and makes the water abit muddier but all in all it is still rather clear to him.

The problem is that when looking into the future you don't always see things that matter. He may not even see soemthing nice and only see bad things. What he sees depends fully on what is most likely to happen, not on what is the most interesting.

It is why he generally lies in these sessions. It doesn't matter if what he sells is true. If it is boring people are going to be mad about it. instead he always searches the future for hints on what the person wants or likes and works with that.

Unless you are an asshole. Than he searches the streams for the line that most annoys them and then gives them directions that way.

Seeing someone directly makes it easier, having someone nearby makes the them in that stream also show up. Instead of just seeing Fennel with people shaped shapes he can now see Carnation clearly if they appear in Fennel's streams.

He is happy that searching the streams doesn't take much time. For him he sees a thousant options but for everyone around him it has been a second at most.

He doesn't spot anything truly interesting. Seems like he is guestimating in that case. He focusses on random streams and travels them down further than he usually would.

Mmh... Curious... But alright... He is very excited about... something? A second bed in his room? Mmh.

He sees a garden. Fennel is taking take of some of them. There is a table... Two glasses and more tools... Wait... Carnation is also in the garden. they are by the roses. They are wearing garden gloves which are bright red in colour.

Epic nods as he focusses back on Fennel "Seems like there is a surprise for you in the future. I saw another bed in your room. Two in total with a small dresser near it. Seems like you will soon get a roommate." Not sure if it is permanent but it will work. "Aside from that. When you are a bit older, I think when you are starting to grow taller quicker. You and Carnation both will be in the garden. You will be by the tulips taking careful care to check for weeds while Carnation will be wearing red gloves and trimming some of the rose bushes." and Epic smiles "That is all for now."

Fennel looks in shock and there is a small hope in those eyes. Seems like Epic picked the right vision to share. Fennel had looked excited about the second bed after all. Fennel the frowns as they cross their arms "That is fake. XGaster would never let Carnation join in on garden time."

Epic shrugs "I can only tell you what I see and waht the future holds. If you believe it or reach it is up to you."

Carnation looks hopeful "I mean.... Maybe... if your mom and dad get their way..."

Fennel frowns before nodding "I guess..." then they lay down the five gold and scoot a bit to the side to make more room for Carnation.

Carnation scoots over and stares at him "Go for it."

Epic nods and focusses and...

That is... weird...

The streams... all of them are very unclear. This usually only happens when someone is in mortal danger... When it isn't even clear if they will live... But there is an option they can survive and live. Epic saw them in Fennel's streams after all. And even if the water is muddy he can still focus.

It is difficult to see the images. It is like trying to see the bottom of the river when it is unclear. There is stuff in the way.

Shit he needs more time to focus.

Epic hums "Your future is unclearer than Fennel's...." Fennel rolls they eyes as Carnation just waits. Epic tilts his skull "You are in a lot of danger." just a fact.

Fennel snorts "Duh. they are a warrior. We told you that when we first met." they lean towards Carnation "I told you this was a scam."

Carnation however waits. They are watching him as they remain silent. They want something specific out of this.

Okay. If he finds what they want... he can try to focus on following streams that could lead him to a possible answer. He looks shortly into his future, mentally following the stream where he disappoints Carnation and send them away without a reading. Their voices are slightly unclear but he manages.

"I told you he was a scammer!"

"I know... it is just... I had hoped..."

Fennel will look at Carnation with a raised brow "Really? Still the wedding stuff?"

Carnation looks embarrassed "It is just! He gets it! While Nine always leaves and dismisses us Ten is nice! He is a bit dumb and slow but he doens't leave me behind or tells me I was weak even when he manages the new move quickly and I don't! I just... I figured... Once I was strong he would... you know... Know what I know..."

Fennel frowns before shrugging "Eh. Fair enough... and I think you can just marry him... It isn't as much convincing him as it is convincing XGaster or... well." Fennel grins "Convince mom and dad by that time hopefully."

Carnation grins and nods "Yeah... Yeah! you are right!"

Huh... Interest? In love? Scared for rejection?

He can work with this.

Epic looks back at Carnation "I am unsure why... but the number ten keeps coming to mind." as soon as he says it Carnation sits up straight and even Fennel looks shocked.

They train together. So it is likely they will stick together. "I think of a training room... of you and the number ten in there... It is a rather strange vision..." He grins.

Carnation stares in shock "What else?!"

Epic thinks for a moment and focusses. He sees carnation making drawings. Of themselves in a suit and another figure in a wedding dress it seems...

Epic thinks over his words before grinning a bit "It is a bit unclear... and not certain in the least... but there is an option where I see you planning wedding outfits." grins and shrugs "This was the reading. It is much more energy and time consuming to get a clearer view."

Carnation clearly does not care as they drop ten gold on the table "Five for the one you just gave me. Five for more." and they wait.

But before he can answer them the curtain draws open and there is a skeleton in white armour with small X-patterns and belts all over it. They look inside before giving a small bow "Fennel, Carnation, Your brother Zeus is looking fro you two."

Carnation looks panicked at the gold and Epic before glancing at the skeleton.

Fennel however is grinning "Ten! Quick! join us! You can get a reading!" Carnation glares at their friend as Fennel grins.

Ten blinks "Why would I need a reading? I know my patha nd future."

Fennel wiggles their eyebrows "Who knows? Maybe a small surprise in the future?"

Ten stares for a moment before nodding "If that is what you wish me to do." and he walks over as Fennel qucikly makes room for Ten to sit on their spot. Carnation sits nervously in place. Ten stares at him and waits.

Epic concentrates and his mind is FILLED with different streams flowing all at the same time! Different directions just intersecting before branching off slightly. Some faster than others.

He sees Ten standing in a forest. Many figures around him and many bright cheerful colours. He is near some figures and loks older. He is no longer wearing the white armour or the marks of Ritten. Another show of him working on the docks. Carrying crates as he goes from teh ship to a storage. He isn't wearing armour at all here, instead just easy to more in work clothes. A path where he is walking hand in hand with another figure, vaguely shaped like a skeleton, the only true obvious thing are the magical markers which shows they are from Sanctuary. Another where he is traveling with someone, again, but they are a colourful and Ten is carrying a small portrait of himself in his hands, he mutters about the other not having had to make that for him. Another route where... where... Epic is there... Epic is in this vision. He and Ten, no Cross, are laughing and walking around. They are in Sanctuary and they are going to get drinks. Another shot of Cross in a training room with four others, there is a large magical energy here. He spots Cross standing at attention, one of those rare and valuable Orachard masks on his face.

Many paths. Many streams. Epic isn't sure whihc belongs to which. They intersect and interact together. Some streams seem the same until they split.

But two things are clear.

One, none of his streams show Ritten. His paths never lead to Ritten.

Two, he is happy.

He needs something! Something to tell his... future friend. Telling him he will leave or find happiness soemwhere else will just make him stubborn. Epic can see it. Cross will feel insulted with the very idea that he would betray his father and position. That he would betray his country. No. That isn't the answer. Not to forget that Carnation is convinced he will marry Cross, which, sorry kid. Cross has zero interest in you as it is either that skeleton from Sanctuary, or with Sanctuary roots, or the single life for his bestie.

He finds it. The answer. It is at the docks... it is in a bottle between the masks in the office. It always makes some sort of appearance.

Epic looks at Cross "I see a ship in your future."

Ten tilts his skull as Carnation mutters "A mission?"

Epic keeps looking at Cross. "Large white sails. Yellow markings on dark brown planks. Black ropes. And that the very front, instead of a statue mermaid I see the statue of an angel." He grins "The ship... that is what your path will lead. The ship leads to... home." and he grins.

Cross frowns and Epic sneaks into the future. a future conversation where Fennel will ask Cross what he thinks it meant. Cross will mention that he thinks it is just that he may get lost on a mission and that the ship will be the way back to Ritten. Carnation will later tell Fennel that they are sure that ship will bring them to their honeymoon.

With time... hopefully Cross will realise the ship will lead him towards his freedom.

The three say their goodbyes and they leave.

Epic grabs the last cookie as he closes his purple eye again. His energy is low but it was well worth it.

He hopes he gets to befriend him soon. But for now? Epic will stay patient and not interfer.

he won't risk his friend escaping and finding happiness.

[faxaway]

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hi embarrassed anon <3 shameless artist here to give you a big kiss and throw this obnoxious hunk of plastic at you

thank you for the ask!!! clearly i enjoyed myself. like, maybe a little too much. my first hornypost here and it's this bastard. it tracks <3

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