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mediocre-writerr · 1 year

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Hi, congrats are in order, i was hoping to request something for your Mediocre 2k party. May I use the prompt

“call me on your way home, don’t matter the time” - (on your way home, patrick droney)

Could I request it as a fluff wanda x pregnant!reader please where she's coming back from a mission and just needs to hear her wife's voice even tho its super late. And during while she's asking how her and their daughter is doing (first time parents) she asks yn to put the phone to her stomach so wanda could talk to the baby, bonus if their daughter kicks as wanda is talking to her.

Please and thank you, :D

on your way home [wanda maximoff]

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: slight mention of death and violence

mediocre author's note: hey! thank you so much! and thank you, you've been one of my friends for a long time now, so thank you for always supporting me and all my works. it means a lot. i hope this does your request justice!

*not my gif*

The soft sound of your phone buzzing on your bedside table snapped you out of the author’s words. It was late, almost three in the morning, but tonight was one of those nights where being six months pregnant was the cause of your insomnia. And with Wanda not by your side, it didn’t make dozing off into dreamland any easier. You smiled softly as Wanda’s goofy smile flashed on your phone screen.

“Hey Y/N.”

She sounded exhausted. Wanda wiped her tears aways quickly, even though you couldn’t see them, you could tell she had been crying, “You okay?”

She was shipped off to Budapest for about a week now with Steve and Natasha. Day in and day out they fight multiple threats to the planet, even seeing the worst possible things imaginable. Yet, this one shook her to the core. She watched as Hydra agents kidnapped their target’s wife, a woman who had no idea her husband had been selling illegal weapons, who was also pregnant. They were too late to save her. She was shot to death before they had even arrived. The mission wasn’t a total fail, they’d managed to find the husband and put him under SHIELD protection, as they gathered information from him.

Yet, Wanda still felt nauseous, needing some air and some space from Steve and Natasha. All she thought about was you. Her line of work was dangerous, she knew it, and you knew it too. Despite easing her insecurities, she still couldn’t help but feel like you’d never get to live a normal life with her in your life. You were just a teacher, only to have gotten lucky to meet her and the rest of the team when you were invited to one of Tony Stark’s parties by your best friend Laura Barton. You shouldn’t be getting caught up in all of this.

She couldn’t stop the tears from falling, nor shake the thought of the woman's lifeless body. Her cruel imagination, replacing her face with yours, as she imagined you and your unborn daughter dead on an abandoned warehouse floor. That’s how her fingers ended up hitting your contact as soon as she stepped onto the quinjet, not even thinking about how late it must be at home.

“No, yeah I’m fine. I just uh I needed to hear your voice,” Wanda whispered, placing her head in her hands.

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head, “You’re a terrible liar, my love,” Wanda lets out a sad chuckle, sniffling back the rest of her tears. “Rough mission?”

“Yeah, very rough. Is it okay if we don’t talk about it right now?” She asked.

The two of you would always talk about her mission when she’d come back home. It was an unspoken promise that the two of you shared together.

It all started right after the infamous mission in Lagos. The two of you were dating for almost a year at that point. You hadn’t heard from her for days, despite the countless texts and phone calls you shot her. You saw what had happened, of course you did, it was sprayed all over the news, but that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered was that she was okay. You knew she wasn't and your assumptions were only confirmed when Clint called you asking to come to the tower. He said she wasn’t eating or sleeping. She wouldn’t talk to anyone, and apparently, no amount of wise words from Steve or sitcom marathons with Natasha could help her.

You sped to the tower as fast as you could, Clint leading you as quickly as possible to her room. Bursting the door open, you saw her figure buried deep in blankets and dark circles around her eyes as she stared at the now open door.

“Wanda-“

Without saying another word, she shot out of bed and wrapped her arms tightly around you. Her head nuzzled into your neck and within seconds, tears fell onto your neck as she sobbed in your arms.

“It’s okay now. Everything’s okay,” you tightened your arms around her, soothing her as she cried.

When her cries turned into soft sniffles, you pulled away from the hug, wiping the stray tears that were falling from her beautiful green eyes. You pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? You can call me anytime you’re on your way home from a mission. It doesn’t matter the time. Or whenever you’re feeling low, or wanna just say ‘hi’. Tell me about anything, okay? I'm always here, Wands.”

“What if my mind is just a mess? Sometimes I feel like I should just run away and hide from everyone. You don’t deserve this.” She confesses, pulling her head down in shame.

You tilt her chin up, smiling at her softly, “Darling, call me always, especially when your mind is a mess. I always wonder if you’re safe and sound. If you need me, I’ll be around. Just always call me. You’re never alone.”

From that day forward, she always called you, and you always answered. You knew that if she didn’t talk about what happened, it would eventually kill her from the inside out. She shouldn’t have to hold the weight alone. And you made sure she always knew that.

“Of course, darling. What did you wanna talk about?” You asked, closing your book, and giving her your full attention.

Wanda didn’t know. Honestly, she didn’t really care what you talked about. She thought you were goodness in its pure form. The light she never knew she needed. And she wanted some light, some goodness, after what she had just witnessed.

“How are my favorite girls doing?” She asked, smiling to herself.

“She’s doing great. However, I think she’s a little troublemaker like you, she never lets me sleep,” you chuckled into the phone, causing her smile to widen. “Seriously, pregnancy insomnia is no joke and having my favorite person here isn’t helping either.”

“I’m on my way home, detka. I will be with you real soon. I’ll run you a bath and cook you some of your favorite foods,” Wanda promised.

“Darling! I’m supposed to be taking care of you, especially since you had a rough case and have been gone for over a week,” you explained to her.

She shook her head, even though you couldn’t see her on the other line, “My beautiful beautiful wife, you should know that I will always spoil you no matter what happened throughout the day.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“No Y/N, you are too good for me. I’m only trying to get you to stay with me,” she joked, causing both of you to laugh.

A melodic sound filled Wanda’s ears, as the light and goodness overcame the dark. It was what she needed. You were exactly what she needed. You were always exactly what she needed. “Hey detka?” she asks, as you hum in response. “Do you think you could put me on speaker next to your belly?”

A wide smile crossed your face, as you placed the phone on speaker, holding it next to your little baby bump, “You’re on speaker.”

“Hi baby girl,” Wanda says and you didn’t think your smile could widen larger than it already was. “I need you to let your mama rest, sweet girl. I am the only person who could keep her up all night long, and unlike you it actually pleasures her,” she teases, causing your face to flush.

“Wanda! She’s not even born yet and you’re already making these jokes to her!” You exclaimed through fits of laughter, causing Wanda to break out into her own fit. Steve and Natasha look back at where she was sitting, smiling to themselves softly at her change in mood.

“I’m just saying, if we were to have a competition, I’d win for sure,” the two of you laugh again, finally dying down when Wanda speaks up again. “But seriously, I think your mama deserves some sleep, don’t you think?”

A soft little fluttery feeling moved around in your stomach. With eyebrows furrow you place a hand on your belly, a soft gasp falls from your lips, as she kicks. “Darling, our sweet girl kicked!” You exclaimed.

“What?! No way!”

“Yes she did! For the very first time to your voice, Wands,” a soft smile grazes over the red head’s features. “She is going to be so in love with you.”

“And I am going to love her endlessly, just like how I love you, detka,” Wanda whispers and you feel the baby kick once again. “Try and get some rest, okay? I love you, both of you.”

“I love you. Call me when you land?”

“Always.”

#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagines #a mediocre 2k party

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soapskies · 9 months

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general yandere hcs for arkham knight scarecrow? :3

GENERAL YANDERE AK SCARECROW HCS

MALE READER. TW FOR TYPICAL YANDERE STUFF, ABUSE AND SUCH.

He felt his obsession start when he witnessed your reaction to his fear toxin one day. Maybe you were on your way to your job, treating it like any other day, or got caught in the action when Batman showed up on the scene.

An ordinary man in an otherwise unpredictable city. Until you inhaled Scarecrow’s fear gas in the midst of confusion, and was brought to your knees.

Oh how he loves groveling in your fear. When he watches you tremble so pathetically it’s intoxicating, like he can’t drag his eyes away from the sight.

He wants so badly to keep you all for himself, just so he can hear you scream and cry and beg him to comfort you

He is an insanely possessive, but calculated yandere. He rarely lets his emotions get the better of him and thus he is very difficult to escape from, or trick

Scarecrow isn’t bound to get extremely physically or verbally violent towards you, at least not directly, but he certainly has other ways of forcing your hand

His goal is to get you dependent on him so he doesn’t have to resort to extreme methods

Bonus points if you’re already feeling insecure about your identity, or the way others treat you.

He’ll constantly sow seeds of doubt into your mind about your loved ones and your own choices, while acting as if he’s only looking out for you

He isolates you from your friends and family so you’re easier to pressure, mostly through destroying your relationships

He doesn’t want anyone touching you, or looking at you. If anyone even dares to come near you, they’ll be gone before you know it…

Must be frightening, to have everyone you meet get seriously hurt, or turn you away, isn’t it?

Oh, struggling to make ends meet? Upset because your family and friends don’t want to be around you anymore (courtesy of his sabotaging)? Well, out of the kindness of his heart, The Scarecrow will allow you to stay with him…

He’ll guilt trip you for not being appreciative enough, for pushing him away

Look at him, so generous and loving, you almost don’t deserve him…

He’s excellent at playing mind games and cracking into your sensitive psyche

If he pulls it off effectively, then you’ll start to think Jonathan is your only chance for connection, the only one who was there for you through it all and loved you unconditionally.

If you’re that gullible, your love for him will only feel natural

But if you’re a more stubborn person, who realizes Scarecrow’s manipulation for what it is, he’ll have to amplify the pressure…

If you refuse to move in with him despite losing everything, he’ll just kidnap you.

Strap you down to one of his exam tables under a dim flickering light, mysterious stains ingrained into it from previous experiments…

Perhaps you want a little taste of his toxin, with his gauntlet grazing your neck, just to remind you how terrifying the world is without him to guide you.

He’ll use your fears against you, not enough to severely traumatize you, unless you insist on rejecting his advances… but enough to make you distrusting of others. And trust me, he knows all of yours.

Every little thing that makes you tick, every trauma you’ve gone through… finding out everything about you has its perks.

“Don’t struggle, my dear, it will only make it worse.”

Kick and scream all you want. When you’re done having your temper tantrum, he’ll be there for you with open arms…

#arkham knight scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x male reader #jonathan crane x male reader #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #arkham knight scarecrow #yandere #tw yandere

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faetaiity · 2 years

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Okay, I really loved your rant on your Dark Au with Bat Y/N.

Like sooooo good!!!!

I was wondering (cause hell don't we all) what would happen if Y/N got kidnapped?? Like they could be the turtles S/O or close friend, but what would they do?

Just one day coming back from a mission and seeing the place trashed (mostly readers room) and y/n no we're in sight?

I imagine that it was another rival gang, trying to up their status or smth. Completely oblivious of how their throats will be ripped out soon.

And what each turtles reaction would be? And how they would act when they finally found you all beaten up and blooded?

(bonus points if captures torture. And if Bat Y/N then definitely have ripped wings.)

Sorry if this was a lot, I'm just falling in love with you headcanons, keep ot up! Anyways, have nice day!!💙💙💙

-noodle anon

YEAHHHHHHHHH LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO (Not specifically said is a poly! turtles but is FUCKING IMPLIED) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Four words. All. Hell. Breaks. Loose.

Imagine coming home to see the bat mutant you kidnapped turned S/O is fucking gone.

At first, they thought you just ran away until they saw blood on the floor, and everything trashed

Luckily for them, they put a tracker on you

Finding you in a rival Clan's base is.... startlingly scary

The minute they find out your EXACT location they haul ass in the turtle tank to said location

I feel like, similar to their normal counterparts, they're impulsive, except x100

Aka, they go in guns blazing like a bunch of self-preservation lacking lunatics

The rival clan can't even react properly due to how out-of-nowhere the attack was.

In about 5 minutes the entire clan that was at the base is wiped out

finding you depends on how many floors the building has, so anywhere from immediately to 15 minutes

after finding you, depending on the injuries, they might react differently

Little to no injuries just makes them just untie you and help you get back to the lair, maybe small panic but overall, they calm down quickly

But Major injuries (Like ripped wings, deep wounds, etc)? They start getting pissed off and 'baby' you

It's not even babying, just holding you close and having a verbal rage fit

Mikey's hugging you, crying and laughing manically.

Donnie is fuming and it's a 50/50 that he does or doesn't commit arson

Raph is.... sitting beside you silently looking at your wounds, trying not to explode

Leo is scolding Donnie for not having better security systems, and if he pisses him off enough there WILL be a bomb in the building

Leo ends up carrying you home and is bitching at you for being weak (little fucker can't handle big feelings)

It takes a while but Donnie patches you up, it'll take weeks for everything to heal and after that

get ready.

Self-defense Martial arts such as Brazilian Jiu Jutsu, Muay Thai, Judo, and Karate lessons will happen almost daily

It'll hurt like hell because they're super well trained in these arts, and will NOT hold back

It's just their emotionally constipated/unemotional pissbaby way of caring for you

But for MONTHS if not forever they WILL keep you near them 24/7, you get no fuckin privacy, I'm sorry

They take you everywhere, Missions, Foot clan meetings, To the battle nexus (big mistake if big mama sees your unique coat)

If it's too 'dangerous' one sticks behind (Which they fuckin HATE, but they also hate leaving you alone)

Splinter and (probably) Draxum have blackmail photos of you in any of the turtles' laps napping. no I will not elaborate.

#rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #leo x reader #mikey x reader #raph x reader #donatello #leonardo #michelangelo #raphael

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gx-gameon · 24 hours

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I'm an absolute sucker for the trope of a parent getting hurt/on the verge of death and the child saying something along the lines of "I still need you!" Bonus points if they revert to calling their parent something they used to as a young child but have since stopped like "Mama" or "Daddy"

Thinking about Jaden doing such with either Yugi or Seto makes me want to cry lol

You! You get it.

Oh I love this.

We are absolutely using this. If not in the Dark world then defiantly in the post cannon Tournament arc.

The DM crew and Gx crew have been separated into different pocket dimensions and are fighting to get the world back together.

Jaden and Yugi have been siting out. Both are shaken. Jaden just watched his whole family shatter like his friends did in the dark world. He’s spiraling. Yugi isn’t much better. Not until they can confirm that Jaden isn’t dead

In the final fight with the Big Bad (tbd) Jaden is battling in his dimension and Yugi is battling in his. They can see each other through a rift but they are each fighting their own battle.

Yugi gets hit hard. Like falls down and does t get up right away hard.

Jaden freaks out. He can’t get to his dad, they are in separate dimensions. He’s spent most of this adventure believing his family is dead and only recently found out their not. He can’t handle watching his dad die again. But there is nothing he can physically do to help.

So he just screams “daddy please get up. Please I can’t lose you. I still need you.”

And at this point Jaden has been away for a while. He started traveling the world right after Duel Academy and has been distant since the Dark World. He still loves his family but he’s having a hard time reaching out because of his guilt and Trauma. The DM cast have done their best to be there for him but he’s not letting anyone in.

So Yugi hearing his son break down and calling for him is a big deal. He’s not going to let his baby boy down. He gets back up into shaky feet and finishes the fight.

Once the two groups are back in the same dimension Jaden rushes his dad and the two collapse to the floor in relief. Someone else can handle the post saving the world crap. The father son duo is done for now thank you.

And you know what I like this so much you get a second version.

Where Yugi and Jaden are kidnapped post cannon and Seto, Atem, Jesse and the others are trying to gather them back

Maybe Seto has to duel the kidnapper. During the duel Yugi is being forced to watch like Téa in the Joey vs Yugi Duel but no one has seen Jaden yet.

Until Seto is about to win the duel with a direct attack. The enemy pulls out Jaden and uses the kid like a human shield. If Seto wants to attack he will have to blast Jaden. These are real attacks not holograms, he would be blasting Jaden with Vkue eyes at full force.

This is after the Dark world and all the craziness that happened there where Seto and Yugi argued about dueling the supreme king. But this isn’t the Supreme King this is his Jaden. His baby. Who is already hurt and looking at him with scared exhausted eyes.

Seto can’t attack.

Jaden freaks out. ‘You have to attack Oto-san. Please I can take it.”

The enemy’s turn comes and he’s able to get off a devastation blow to Seto. Yugi is crying out for him and Jaden is Sobbing. “Oto-san!!!”

Seto is still standing (playing emergency provisions or something to boost his life points at the last possible second.)

Jaden is begging him to attack. He can’t watch one of his parents die. But Seto could never hurt Jaden. An evil possessed Supreme King they need to knock sense into is one thing but his already injured baby is a no.

He’s trying to think something out, but there is no way out.

Until Atem gets there and gets Yugi out of harms way and Jesse arrives to tackle Jaden out of their enemies hold. As soon as Jaden and Jesse clear the blast zone Seto has an attack lined up and he’s blasting their enemy to kingdom come.

Afterwards Jaden is sobbing into him asking why he didn’t just attack. He’s fused with Yubel now he could have take it. (It still would have hurt but it would kill him he’d just be in agony)

Seto runs his hand through his boy’s hair and tell him he could never hurt him. (They need to get Jaden j to therapy because their boy is way to willing to take on pain and suffering for other people)

#jaden yuki #judai yuki #yugioh gx #dad yugi #yugi moto #yugi mutou #seto kaiba #rivalshipping #atem #yami yugi #jesse anderson #johan andersen

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myhandisfatemywordislaw · 24 days

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Inspector, Second Class, Status: Deceased

new fic! lyf is dead, marius is sad about it, Jonny comforts him. plus some bonus eldritch horror! you can find it here on ao3, or below the cut. if you enjoy it, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Even Jonny had been slightly disturbed by what was left of Inspector Second Class, Lyfrassir Edda - eyes twisting into fractals, seeming to expand and multiply as a thousand pupils, now dead and lifeless, still bored into him, frozen in silent terror. Instead of blood, what dripped from the deep, arcing lacerations across their body and pooled on the floor was a constantly shifting rainbow of liquid that gave him a headache if he looked at it for more than a few moments. Warped and twisted bone fragments jutted out through their skin, and the entire bottom half of their face was consumed by hundreds of jagged, cracked, razor-sharp teeth that gave way to a gaping maw, black and empty as the void. The longer he looked, the wider the pit of blackness seemed to be, and his head swam with vertigo, feeling as though he was going to fall in.

The slightly off-balance feel Jonny had seemed to melt away in an instant when he saw Marius, face twisted in a devastating mix of grief and horror, frozen in place, and Jonny knew he had to get Marius out. He made little shocked keening noises in the back of his throat and seemed to have forgotten how to move, so Jonny scooped him up into his arms and gently carried him back to the Aurora, settling down into Jonny’s bed.

At some point Marius started crying, his face quickly becoming red and splotchy as he sobbed brokenly into Jonny’s chest. Jonny rubbed his back in small circles and carded his fingers gently through Marius’ hair, and he quieted slightly, leaning into the touch as tears still flowed freely down his face. Marius’ metal hand gripped Jonny’s shirt tightly enough to risk tearing it, and Jonny gently coaxed him to uncoil it, holding Jonny’s hand instead.

“Do you think-“ Marius began, sniffling loudly and taking deep gasping breaths. “Do you think it hurt?”

Marius was obviously not prepared to face the answer. But Jonny knew lying was pointless.

“Yeah. I think it probably hurt,”

“Do you think they were scared?”

Jonny nodded, before remembering Marius wasn’t looking at him, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, they must have been scared,”

“Do you think, maybe if we’d been there earlier, could we have- could we have saved them?” Marius let out a gasping sob.

“No. No, I don’t think we could have saved them.”

Marius let out a wail of despair and grief. Apparently that hadn’t been the answer he was looking for. Jonny gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. Marius returned the gesture, his hand seeming to spasm slightly, and Jonny tried to hold back a gasp of pain as several bones in his fingers crunched audibly under Marius’ iron grip. Marius pulled his hand back quickly, as though he’d been burned, but his fingers caught in Jonny’s and a few of them yanked out of their sockets with a sickening pop.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-“ Marius muttered under his breath, pulling his hand back into his stomach and curling his body around it, as though to stop himself from using it. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-“

“It’s fine, Marius,” Jonny said softly, wincing slightly as he flexed his broken hand. He stroked Marius’ hair lightly with his other hand.

“I hurt you,” Marius whispered, almost disbelievingly. “Like I hurt Lyf. I should’ve, I should’ve made them come with us when we left, I should’ve taken them away so they’d be safe,”

“No, Marius. You didn’t hurt Lyf,” Jonny said softly. “And you know they’d never agree to leave, not until they’d watched the Black Box to the very end.”

“Then- then we should have kidnapped them, to keep them safe.”

“You know that wouldn’t make either of you happier.”

“I just want them to be okay,” Marius whispered, voice choked with emotion.

“I know. I know. It’s alright,”

Marius leaned into him, nudging him gently so they lay flat on the bed, Marius still curled into Jonny’s chest. Eventually his tears subsided, and he fell asleep, snoring softly, and Jonny felt the vibrations in his heart.

#my fanfiction #the mechanisms #doors.txt #heartsurgery

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nin-jay-go · 2 years

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@x-catspace-x

heard your req about a swap au loud and clear >:3 maybe it was a mistake to give the au fiend More AUs to play with but i totally haven't been thinking about this nonstop recently (im lying. ive been thinking about this nonstop)

more details about the swap au under the cut if anyone's curious :0

in case it wasn't clear from the image, the swaps are as follows

kai - skylor

jay - unagami

cole - morro

zane - cryptor

lloyd - harumi

nya - kalmaar

with bonus swaps of

wu - garmadon

pixal - mr e / echo (still haven't decided if i want mr e to be echo here)

since everything's all swapped around, it means that harumi is the daughter of wu (hehe haWUmi), and wu is the lord of darkness and master of destruction. misako stays where she is bc i couldn't think of anyone to swap her with gfkjdhfgkjh (and btw she has glasses bc i hc her to be albino and albino ppl tend to have poor vision, so i thought it'd be cute :) since i used to hc lloyd with glasses at some point i thought it would fit)

skylor's mom died recently, and she's been trying not to think about it by drowning herself in work at the noodle shop, where her dad chen is trying to get her to lighten up and not work so hard. she gets approached by garmadon to train with her mother's fire and she accepts. chen is a wonderful dad and i LOVE HIM

unagami (prefers gami) is a Gamer™️ and has two whole dads (milton dyer and okino). despite being tiny, permanently babyfaced, and a Gamer, he talks very politely and uses a lot of big words. okino raised him like that :) scott is the previous elem of lightning but i haven't decided where he is in the story yet, but i want him to be gami's uncle. also gami is a vtuber

morro was found as a kid rooting through garmadons trash, so ofc garm went "hm. i want this rat as my child" and adopts them dkjfghdfjh they got their earth power from their parent, who is still unknown to everyone. they're still just as emo bc they have an excuse to wear black at all times jdkfghkjdfg (morro also gets kai's jealousy arc and realization that the green ninja is to be protected, so they end up taking kai's role as the green ninja's older sibling, in this case rumi)

cryptor was built by cyrus borg in this au, but still deep in the forest where no one could find them. he was originally built to assist borg with household things but he started to see cryptor as his son as his ai developed. borg got kidnapped at some point, so cryptor is trying to find him. unknown if cry knows about being a nindroid at first or not, but he's prone to short circuiting due to how snappy he gets.

and kalmaar (sometimes called kali or mar depending on their mood) is the water ninja now! bc i thought it'd be absolutely hilarious to put this purple bitch boy in a hero's role dfkjghkjdhfg he got exiled from merlopia after his father and (adopted) brother disagreed with his human-loving notions, and decided that weakness wasn't tolerated. and because of Magic i guess, kalmaar is able to shift from his squid form to a more lego head-esque form (aka i did not want to draw a squid head. good lird). also i made him genderfluid bc i can

any more questions are welcome :) my ask box is open!

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whatmathgodwrought · 1 year

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Lady Love Dies is the Paradise Killer

Is it possible for Lady Love Dies to have orchestrated the murders and the trial convictions in Paradise Killer?

Now, I know it’s an open ended game, and there are multiple endings, but as the main character and investigator, she is automatically exempted as a suspect. But what if she was the killer and the mastermind behind it all? What would that look like? Let's construct this scenario.

Motive

Also known as: "You would cry too if it happened to you."

At the start of the game we see a timer showing that Lady Love Dies has been in exile for over 3 million days. That’s over 8,200 years. She was sentenced to eternal exile after being deceived by the god, Damned Harmony during Island Sequence 13. Now, maybe eight millennia isn't much when you are immortal, but eventually a social creature would get bored, angry, and crazy. Maybe your idea of justice is warped into desire for revenge. After all, look at the rest of the Syndicate. They're all a bunch of power-mad, egotistical, genocidal maniacs who kidnap and ritually slaughter millions in service of dead gods with little hope of it ever ending. She knows that Perfect 25 isn't going to be perfect either. It will just be a continuance of this never-ending train wreck, and she'll still be stuck in exile. Wouldn't reality be better off without them?

Means

Also known as: "To the left, to the left."

This is tricky. Love Dies is stuck in exile. She can't get out and do anything herself. But she is in contact with someone who can. Right at the beginning of the game we hear the telltale laughter and meet the little demon Shin U'thk Jiggath, a.k.a. "Shinji." Our little Deus ex Machina.

He is able to teleport in and out of anywhere he wants on the island. And look, here is a human that can't go anywhere. A captive audience! Shinji has, without a doubt, made numerous visits to Love Dies over the years. At first she just found him a nuisance, but as the years and isolation wore on, she began to look forward to his visits, perhaps offering him traditional English tea, and Shinji probably smashing the teaset. Eventually her motive takes shape, and she begins actively conspiring with the demon for The Crime to End All Crimes. Shinji is a demon, so naturally he is up for more chaos and destruction to be set in motion against their enemies, and he probably gets bonus points for corrupting a Syndicate member.

So Shinji and Love Dies set to work. Shinji skulks about Island 24 gathering intel, and Love Dies provides context and insider information to further the plan. Shinji complains loudly about being ordered around as a gopher, but secretly enjoys it. Their years of plotting lead them to an opportunity for a specific, calculated strike.

Now there is a problem. She can't just destroy them, much as she would like to. She needs a way to get out of exile, and the only one who can let her out is the Judge. This is an opportunity in disguise. As the island's appointed "investigation freak," she knows she would called upon if there was a murder. So, they need to make that murder happen.

Shinji finds many secrets. He finds the secret of the seals and who lusts for power. He finds out about Henry Division being the child of Eyes Kiwami and Rina Division. He is also good at planting evidence.

So the means of the murders is twofold. First, orchestrate an actual murder, taking out as many targets as possible, using the demon coffin to murder the council. Second, manipulate and plant evidence so that the trial eliminates the rest of the targets. Shinji will teleport around and fabricate as much evidence as possible implicating other members.

Opportunity

Also known as: "We've gotta get out of this place."

So Love Dies needs a murder to get out and investigate the patsies she has set up, but she also needs to make sure there is enough evidence for the Judge to do the dirty work and legally execute the rest of her targets as criminals.

About the murder of Monserrat and the current council:

Lady Love Dies needs them all gone. For one thing, Monserrat has been in charge since Island Sequence 03 and has a long history of blood and failure on his hands. Their deaths are also useful in getting her exile lifted. The demon coffin does its work well here.

Next let's look at the people Love Dies wants to eliminate by fabricating evidence and getting them executed after the trial.

Carmelina Silence:

She's not on the council due to her family being banned, but she is power hungry and wants to fully enact her architect's vision as head of the council. That fact means she must be eliminated, and it also means it could be useful in setting up her downfall. She will be one of the suspects and executed after trial. Carmelina is the mother of Dainongate, and this is usable as leverage.

Grand Marshal Akiko 14:

Power hungry and probably would set up a military junta if she came into power. Doctor Doom Jazz likes her, so that's another strike against her. Shinji finds out her weakness is her relationship to her mortal soldiers. After getting her position from Witness's cellphone, her fate is sealed.

Witness to the End:

A zealot who would likely change the Syndicate's mission to totally focus on resurrecting the gods and probably lose the fight against the demons. He is useful in implicating Grand Marshal Akiko 14 and can himself be implicated with Carmelina. As we'll see later, it is imperative to Love Dies's plan that Witness be eliminated.

Yuri Night:

A petty megalomaniac. Annoying now, but possibly dangerous in the future especially if he gets on the council. He is probably being deceived by the goddess Enchanted Blue. Love Dies is not able to implicate him in the murders, but it seems likely she would be able to uncover or fabricate enough evidence of his involvement with Enchanted Blue to have him Exiled. Shinji or another demon could then finish the job.

Wildcards: Lydia and Sam Day Break.

In order to implicate Carmelina and Witness, the plot requires Lydia and Sam to be unwitting pawns. Lady Love Dies is either distraught and torn by this decision, or totally callous because she is envious of the happiness they have somehow found amongst the unending carnage of the Syndicate, soulmates for eternity, while the best Love Dies can do is on-and-off flings with Crimson and Doom Jazz. Or maybe she feels sorry for them and wants to give them release--in the worst possible way.

Who is left alive: Notice a theme?

Crimson Acid: During the game, Love Dies can trade Blood Crystals for secrets. In this scenario, Shinji is trading or stealing secrets on Love Dies's behalf. Acid is an unwilling participant. Also she is Love Dies's former lover, so she wants to keep her around.

Doctor Doom Jazz: Another former lover. Love Dies needs to keep busy in paradise after all. Also he is a doctor, so has some utility in the future, but has no bearing or usefulness in the murder plot.

The only two people left alive are former (arguably current) lovers. Another motive for Love Dies.

Some Loose Ends

I couldn't find any proof or hints of this in the lore or the game, so this is all baseless (and fun) speculation.

The Judge and the End of the Island.

Island Sequence 24 is ending. Or is it? The Judge has shown the ability to suspend the collapse of the pocket universe to allow for the investigation, and the Judge has literally fused itself with the Island, sacrificing their personhood to become an impartial arbiter of justice. But wait, aren't the physical aspects of the island being corrupted by demons? Isn't it possible the Judge itself has been corrupted by demonic influence? Island 24 is the longest running island, so isn't it possible this Island and the Judge have absorbed the most demonic influence in Syndicate history? Couldn't the Judge, at their own discretion, suspend the end of island sequence permanently? And with Witness to the End dead, who will oversee the island end-sequence? It is possible that Island 24 remains under the influence of a demonically corrupted Judge?

A Deal with the Devil. (Ok fine, they're demons.)

Love Dies makes a deal with Shinji and the demons. "Free me, and help me destroy my enemies, and Island 24 will forever belong to the demons ." This deal works out great for all parties. Shinji has already said that he cannot escape the collapse of the pocket universe and will die when Island 24 ends. This works out great for the demon hordes because now they have an actual place to call home where they cannot be exorcised or expunged. And it works out great for Lady Love Dies and her pals, because she knows that the architecture of Perfect 25 cannot be infested by demons. The only thing that could be possibly be possessed in Perfect 25 is humans, and after Love Dies crosses over to Island 25, she will end the practice of kidnapping humans permanently. There is nothing for the demons to possess and no way for the demons to double-cross her and infest Perfect 25. Perhaps for good measure she even finds the kill switch for Island 24 as an insurance policy.

Final Thoughts:

After enduring over 8,000 years of exile and years of free life before that, Lady Love Dies is tired. Tired of the Syndicate, the politics and power-struggles, the kidnappings and slaughter, the demons, and the dead gods they pointlessly try to revive. It will never end, and Perfect 25 cannot be perfect unless she makes it so.

Exile wasn't so bad with all those annoyances gone. So how could you recreate that? If she's doomed to be mostly alone in her own self-made exile, she might as well have access to a bar and some lovers to play with in Perfect 25. And to hell with the gods. Let's just enjoy ourselves in paradise.

This conspiracy would require a criminal genius mastermind, but she is the investigation freak and has had a LOT of time to think about it.

With these Facts, we have constructed this Truth.

#pc games #indie games #paradise killer #fan thoughts #fan theory #headcanon

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a-crumb-of-whump · 2 years

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Hello!! Idk if requests are open but if they are can I request a whumpee that is drugged and kidnapped by a possessive whumper that is infatuated with them? It's one of my favorite scenarios! But I understand if not! Have an awesome day!

Warning: [Implied] Murder, possessive whumper, creepy whumper, kidnapped, drugged, failed escape attempt.

Scenarios

Whumper gets fed up with Whumpee begging for Caretaker all time time and decides that they need to get rid of them once and for all before they can truly earn Whumpee's love.

When Whumpee wakes up, Whumper is gently trailing their fingers through their hair and smiling down at them, nothing but love and adoration in their eyes. Bonus points if Whumpee hasn't felt a kind touch in years and leans into it, despite being scared out of their mind.

Whumper treating Whumpee ever so gently and refusing to leave even the slightest mark on their delicate skin. Apologising profusely when they accidentally do.

Bathing Whumpee. Perhaps they've got scars on their body from Caretaker or another Whumper and it pisses them off seeing such a sweet thing covered in injuries. They're extra gentle and make sure the water is at the perfect temperature for their perfect person.

By the time Caretaker finally finds Whumpee again, they're so far gone that they they practically beg Caretaker not to take them away from Whumper.

Whumpee fakes mutual adoration for Whumper in order to plan an escape. Bonus points if they start to like Whumper in the process.

Whumper giving Whumpee free range of the house but putting a little tracking device on them to make sure their precious one does not escape. Bonus points if Whumpee graciously accepts it, knowing they're not going anywhere anyway.

After months of being locked away in Whumper's house, Whumper finally takes them into town for a shopping trip. They immediately become overwhelmed and anxious by all the noise and the people, and Whumper is happy. This ensures that Whumpee will not leave them.

Alternatively, Whumper gives Whumpee everything they could ever want as a way of making sure they want to stay here.

Whumper crying when they catch Whumpee trying to escape. Begging them not to leave, telling them that they'll give them everything they want. When Whumpee still says no, Whumper drugs them all over again and drags them back into the house, their sadness morphing into anger and hurt.

Dialogue

"You can't leave. We're meant to be together."

"Oh, would you forget about Caretaker for one god damn second? They're not coming back."

"What are those scars?" - "C-Caretaker gave them to me."

"Don't worry about where I got the bag of jewellery from. Just take it."

"Do you love me yet?" - "You ask me every day, and the answer has always been no. Why would today be any different?"

"I'm sorry but I need to put this tracking collar around your neck if you're gonna have free range of the house. You might leave me if you don't and we can't have that."

"You are the best little captive I could have asked for, you know that? I won't even need to call you my captive once you're here on your own free will. Won't that be nice?"

"What do you mean 'you want to go home'? This is your home now."

"If I have to kill everyone you love just so you'll love me, I will."

"L-let me go. Please. I don't want to be here."

#whump #whump stuff #whump thoughts #whump things #whump prompts #whump dialogue #whump scenarios #whump ideas #whumpee #whumper #whumpee x whumper #whumper x whumpee #possessive whumper #creepy whumper

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hazashiovo · 1 year

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Request whatever you want ⬇️!

So I'm gonna make writing list for the next characters:

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Haelena Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Harwin Strong

Rhaenys Targaryen

Corlys Velaryon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Criston Cole

-angst prompts-

"Why didn't you say how bad it is? "

"I will not cry for you, you're not worthy of my tears."

"And you left me!"

"You hurt me and I still have you my trust."

"I deserve better than this."

"Not a lot of people like me."

"It's better if I leave."

"I know! But you didn't have to use her like that?"

"Don't say anything else, just stay."

"I'd never thought I'd be the one to hurt you."

"I guess we just weren't supposed to be."

"You always choose to abandon me!"

"I miss them."

"Don't do this to yourself, not because of me."

"Why do you hate me so much?"

-Funny villain Prompts-

"How the fuck did you survive that shit?"

"Funny thing, you were actually supposed to die."

"Are you stupid? I literally just replaced that rug!"

"Who gave you the right to hit me?"

"Are you seriously gonna let them live after that?"

"Holy shit, I actually punched you-"

"If I'm such a big problem why won't you just TRY to kill me?"

"I really want to see you dead right now."

"I didn't mean literally-"

"I may or may have not killed an entire room of people-"

-Sarcastic prompts-

"Do I get bonus points if I act like I give a shit?"

"And you wonder why you're still single..."

"Oh I'm listening, just not paying attention."

"Did your mother drop you in your head as a child?"

"You seem familiar, did we fight before?"

"Define normal"

"I don't need anger management! I just need people to start being smart for fucks sake."

"I'm still surprised I haven't killed you yet"

"Do you want to fuck or kill me, I'm genuinely confused."

"No bloody way you're jealous!"

Romantic tropes/platonic and universes:

-Modern! AU characters x reader

-Platonic character x Child!Reader

-Child!Character x Child!Reader

-Cheating!Character x Reader

-Mutual pinning!Character x Reader

-Aranged Marriage x In love with another

-Insane! Character x Insane!Reader

-Drunk!Character xSober! Reader

-Sober! Character x Drunk!Reader

-Hated!Character x Hatefull!Reader

-Hated!Reader x Hatefull!Character

-Vampire!Reader x Human! Character

-Masochist!Reader x Enemy!Character

-Assassin!Reader x Target!Character

-Innocent!Reader x Dirty!Character

-Dirty!Reader x Innocent!Character

-Dirty!Character x Dirty!Character

-Imortal!Reader x Mortal!Character

-Imortal!Reader x Imortal! Character

-Both hating each other

What I will write:

Smut

Imagine

One shot

Head canon

Kinks

NSFW alphabet

Cross over

Time/universe travel

Platonic

Enemies to lovers

Lovers to enemies

Angst

Friends to lovers

Parents x child

Emotional damage

Second chance

Fake relationship

Love triangle

Ugly duckling (reader considered ugly by haters🙄)

Amnesiac Reader/Character

Kidnapping stuff

Redemption arc

Multiple parts imagines

Run away bride/groom

Secret baby

Scars

Revenge

Age gap

Soulmates

Dark! Characters

Yandere

My requests are always open. You can request with the characters up there ⬆️,

With prompts from my list or if you want by yourself, the Trope and type of fic you want.

Like I said, I do one shots, imagines, head canons and NSFW.

Those are only a few of my ideas.

My english isn't perfect since I'm not American.

Until then baiii!

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lunarsands · 1 year

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ALSMP Fanfic: Along The Roads To Sanctuary Ch 4

Bonus also Empires SMP S2 fanfic! I just didn’t want to make the title field too long ^_^;

Characters: PearlescentMoon, Scott Smajor, MythicalSausage, Eddie, Joel Smallishbeans, Bubbles the Dog, Hermes, mentions of other Empires S2 characters, including a certain misplaced warlock… Sausage Supreme

Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor

Tags: Canon Divergent, fictional religion, scosage, Afterlife SMP meets Empires SMP S2 but in an AU way

Warnings: violence, surrealism via magic auras, humorous misunderstandings about infidelity (tfw your husband cheats on you…with you), kidnapping (although we know how that went in canon)

(Sequel to Echoing Through To You, When The Skies Cry, Until The Blood Moon Descends, Then We’ll Rewrite The Stars, Wherever These Flowers May Grow)

Summary: A happily ever afterlife is interrupted by the distant past; Sausage receives another calling and is sent into a different mortal world from their old one, with Scott insisting on following so they won’t be separated. They both lead brand new lives but only Scott regains memories of the previous one on his own, and he isn’t allowed to remind Sausage about any of it without jeopardizing the mission the angel was sent to complete – a mission someone else was supposed to have dealt with.

(Also available on Ao3!)

[ Chapter One ] [ Chapter Two ] [ Chapter Three ]

[A/N: Two chapters in one day bonus because I’m experiencing burn out and need to forge on ahead.]

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Chapter Four

“This might be an even bigger revelation about where we are, if it can get through that barrier still up in your mind.” Scott held onto him all the way up to the patch of ‘unique’ flowers. “Does anything else about them seem familiar?”

Sausage gazed down at the blue and white flowers, but then shook his head.

Scott took on his second floran form, complete with a starflower in his hair. He carefully watched the aura around Sausage. “This memorial. The flowers. Our flowers, Sausage.”

Just as he had suspected, the silver part of Sausage’s aura flowed up around his head. “St-Starflowers. Angelflowers. Wait… This is THAT world?!”

“Yeah. I thought it was a crazy coincidence when I first realized—”

“Joel is THAT Joel?!” Sausage interrupted. “How did he not— Oh, right. Neither me or you look, uhh, whatever it is you are right now. I don’t remember that either.”

“Floran,” Scott said warmly. “It was honestly one of my favorites. It offered some unique opportunities, and fit right in with our love of beautiful gardens.”

Sausage hummed in agreement, then promptly plopped down on the ground and squished his face between his hands. “This is a lot,” he mumbled into his palms. “And… not all of it is making sense.”

“Sorry.” Scott changed himself back to his human appearance in case someone else happened to come across them, then sat down across from Sausage. “I don’t know what the entire plan is this time. This world now has new, thriving civilizations, built on top of what we did in the past. That other version of you mentioned centuries having passed – so maybe…” Scott pondered for a moment. “Maybe he was around when that corruption struck the land. Maybe he time-travelled to get here. What’s even in that white tower?”

“Oh, that was something I built based on a different kind of dream I had – sort of like being granted a vision by a god of creativity! A tower to greet the morning’s light after a good night’s sleep! There are a couple of special items in there… Um, one of them might have been able to allow entry from another reality, now that I think about it.”

“Let’s start there to see if we can get any clues.” Scott pointed to his left eye again. “We’re probably meant to do something about him, which might also help clear up your head and get you back to normal. I can now see your aura as well as your wings. You look like a bit of a confused mess, so obviously there’s more yet to be done.”

Sausage nodded and moved to get to his feet. Once standing, he cast about himself, checking his pocketspace. “The first thing I should do is ask the magic to give me a new Staff. Something tells me I’m going to need the power. Don’t know what that other guy is going to do with it, but maybe he has magic powers, too.”

They headed back and stopped off at the gifting tree. Upon Sausage’s request, a second Staff of Sanctuary appeared. He gingerly took hold of it, but he smiled when he could feel the magic pulsing through it as strongly as ever. However, he was very quiet as they made their way up through the white, mossy tower. Scott took it to mean Sausage was still processing everything, so he let him be, and meanwhile looked around at all the details inside the tower. Glowberry vines hung everywhere, with plenty of other greenery scattered around, and Scott would have figured it was just one more nature-themed portion of Sanctuary until they reached the landing that contained a pedestal directly in line with a window.

Scott could see it was swirling with a rainbow of different magics, but one that stood out the strongest was a dark gray stream of smoke. On top of the pedestal lay a single wither rose.

Sausage cautiously approached, then picked up the rose. His expression crumbled, and Scott saw wisps of pale blue encircle his head. He quickly stepped in and put his hand over the top of the rose. “Let’s try to stay focused. We’ll unpack anything else later. What is this thing?” Scott gestured to the pedestal.

“Part of it is a lodestone, to act as a guide for different energies.”

“Okay, that explains why I’m seeing every color of magic under the sun around it.”

“Are any in particular standing out?”

“It’s starting to dissipate now, but there’s gray smoke.”

“Gray smoke, black wither rose. That might have been his connection into this reality.”

Further explanations were cut off by the sound of an explosion in the distance. Sausage hurried to the window for a look. “I think that came from the Forgotten Cove!”

“Before he knocked me out of the window, he mentioned something about causing chaos. I’m thinking he has already started.”

“Let’s get after him before he hurts someone!” Sausage hopped up onto the window sill to take off with his foliage-covered elytra, then glanced back at Scott.

The disguised starborne shrugged. “I left mine at home. I can travel long distances without them as a starborne, but…” He gestured down at himself.

“You can borrow one from me! Back to the tree!” Sausage jumped to the floor and grabbed Scott’s hand, squeezing it once as they ran down the steps. He threw a hopeful smile Scott’s way. Scott shifted his hand to interlace their fingers and lightly squeeze back. They were halfway out of this mystery – halfway to returning Sausage’s memories of their life from before this.

The other half, however, was what worried Scott, and he recalled Pearl’s confession that there was something she wasn’t allowed to tell, and it relied on someone else not yet in this equation on his and Sausage’s end.

~*~

They tracked Sausage Supreme by the trail of destruction he left behind, as well as some of the other rulers complaining about Sausage – of the Sanctuary variety – pestering or outright bedeviling them by blowing up projects they had been working on, adding that they weren’t fooled by him changing outfits and pretending to be innocent. Sausage was consternated by the fact no one seemed to notice the difference between him and the other guy, but he wasn’t going to try to explain the concept of this particular case of different realities when he was still grappling in his own head to understand what was going on.

Finally, the two made their way to Chromia, where Scott was dismayed to see everything was overrun by llamas that had been let out of their garden by large holes in the walls. “I’ll worry about rounding them up and fixing that all later. How have we not caught up to him by now?!”

Rather than answer, Sausage took off again and made a beeline for Stratos. Scott gasped loudly as realization hit him.

Hermes was at Stratos. And with the way Joel sometimes left them unattended…

With daylight preventing him from accessing most of his starborne powers, Scott could only hurry after Sausage using his borrowed elytra.

Stratos had not gone undamaged. Wither roses surrounded the lore fountain and the water seemed to have been replaced with mud. But it was the row of signs in front of it that Sausage was staring at. “He’s been leading us on a chase as a distraction this whole time,” he said when Scott landed. He had his fists clenched tightly. “He’s got my boy. He went right back to Sanctuary. Let’s go!!”

Without waiting another second, Sausage flew toward the giant Nether portal in the center of Stratos. Scott followed but wished they had some kind of plan. Having his other scimitar might help, too, but he had forgotten about it with more important things going on. He hurried after Sausage into the portal, feeling the drag of the Nether’s heat and swiftly becoming uncomfortable due to its utter lack of a sky. He lost sight of Sausage, but stuck to the marked off path that led to Sanctuary’s portal.

He always hated going through the Nether, but with no one else to see at the moment he didn’t have a reason to suppress the weight of it on his breathing or have to be casual about how it made him slower. Except, now wasn’t the time to be slow; Sausage hadn’t waited for him and had already gone through the other portal. Scott kept the layout of its exit in mind as he flew into it.

He pulled up short at the edge of the platform. He could see them in the town square below already – Sausage Supreme to one side with Hermes in a cage behind him, the floor lined with copper to counteract the child’s storm-inspired powers, and Sausage was across from him, shouting for the villain to let Hermes go. The two Sausages were pointing their respective Staffs of Sanctuary at each other.

Scott carefully glided down, trying to remain out of sight in hopes of getting the drop on Sausage Supreme. Or, perhaps, he should try to free Hermes so there would no longer be leverage against Sausage and he could cut loose with the magic he intended to use; or maybe even unleash some angel power.

That hope was dashed when he saw Sausage become outlined by a red glow and be tossed up against a building. Not completely pinned though, Sausage lifted his arm and fired a bright blue bolt from his Staff toward Sausage Supreme, breaking his focus and disrupting the holding spell, allowing the Protector to drop to his feet. Then the spell slinging went into a full battle.

As he attempted to get closer, Scott had to shield his eyes. The feedback from his left one was starting to feel like an oncoming headache. He was about one street over from Hermes when Bubbles ran past him carrying a pickaxe in her mouth. She slipped right past Sausage Supreme’s notice and made it to the cage without any trouble.

Scott retreated behind cover. Maybe he wasn’t needed here, after all… But he would absolutely step in if it looked like Sausage was about to lose. Scott’s attacks would be weakened by the daylight, but even just the showy effect of a star strike could distract the villain long enough for Sausage to recover.

That is, if he didn’t end up incapacitated, himself, with how much ethereal energy was being revealed by his left eye. Sausage’s dual-mixed aura was surging and starting to blot out his features, while now Scott could see Sausage Supreme’s aura – itself a roiling combination of red, magenta, and gray. The bursts of magical energy from their spells made him clutch at his head; this was going to become overwhelming very quickly. “Pearl,” he muttered, “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…”

He wasn’t sure he could keep up with everything enough to figure out where – or if – he even could lend a hand. He put his head down and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping a few seconds of not observing all that magic might help. He was drawn back to the battle, however, when he heard an angry cry.

He was now baffled by a new sight. Sausage’s aura was now split perfectly down the middle, silver on one side and pale blue on the other, which was also the side that held the Staff of Sanctuary. The villain’s aura was still a messy cloud, so it wasn’t as if something had happened that stabilized all the different energies.

Then a new figure’s aura crept into view from a different alleyway: small, diluted purple, and crackling with sparks. Scott tried to reach out but was too dizzy to even try stumbling over to stop them. Hermes. No. It isn’t safe!

The child’s aura crackled brighter. Scott squinted. Lightning shot forth, skewering through the red-magenta-gray conglomeration.

All right. Well. That could definitely be of help.

Scott then saw the hand on the silver side reach out to grasp the end of the lightning bolt. Silver flames erupted around the hand, and it trembled, but then the wrist rotated as if getting a better grip on a piece of rope and began to pull, dragging Sausage Supreme toward him.

The glow coming off of Hermes flickered, then went out as the remainder of the lightning was discharged. Scott could see the child unobscured now, tottering back a step with Bubbles at the side to lean on. Hermes seemed unharmed, merely out of power for the moment.

Meanwhile, Sausage Supreme’s aura shook from the side effects of the electricity. As he came within range, the pale blue hand struck its Staff of Sanctuary against the ground, releasing a pulse of energy; then it let go of the Staff, leaving it to stand upright on its own. Energy pulses continued to radiate from it, while the pale blue hand grasped hold of Sausage Supreme’s arm.

The pulses from the Staff grew brighter. Scott saw Hermes cover his eyes, and Bubbles laid down with a paw over her muzzle, so he knew he wasn’t the only one being overwhelmed by the light. He could no longer make out the difference in the two Sausages so he shut his eyes, placing an arm in front of them for good measure. He heard a sound like the reversed shattering of glass, then felt a final pulse of magic right down to his starborne bones. He hastily looked out across the square—

He saw only one figure now, with a mix of silver and pale blue churning around red, gray, and magenta. Those three colors were soon swallowed up, then, suddenly, the pale blue spread in a burst, forcing out the silver into a splatter across the ground. Scott’s stomach wrenched.

Yet then the silver gathered itself together and rose up into a small pillar of swaying flames. The fully-blue Sausage form didn’t seem to notice it and instead took the Staff of Sanctuary from where it still stood on its own. As he lowered it, the intense magic faded from the area, returning Scott’s vision to normal. He saw… just Sausage of Sanctuary again, no outline of wings or other auras as he crouched and held out his arms while Hermes ran over to him. “Hermes! ¡Mi querido hijo! You were so brave! And so strong! Yeah, no one is going to mess with you ever again!”

The pillar of flame seemed to be watching, then it turned and started drifting toward Scott. He felt a warm sensation on his hand and remembered the other rings he had intended to give Sausage. One of them was now beginning to glow. Scott ducked around a corner. When the pillar reached him, a tendril of flame extended toward him. Scott took off the glowing ring and held the tendril as if it were a hand, then slid the ring onto it.

The pillar shifted and took on a vague humanoid shape with wings. The head turned to look back at the Protector of Sanctuary and Hermes. Scott then heard his partner’s voice in his head, strongly confident without any of the earlier confusion or reluctance, albeit distant and ethereal. “They’re a nice family. I’m sure Hermes will grow up to do great things.”

Relieved that it seemed like his Sausage had emerged with all his memories back, Scott whispered, “You need to explain to me what, exactly, just happened. You weren’t the only one in there, were you? You got kicked out just now. What did I just see?”

“Can we… go somewhere else? I need a moment. It got really weird there for a while but I needed to just stay focused. And, um, I’m not quite myself right now.”

“I can see that! But at least you’re more yourself than you were twelve hours ago.”

As quickly and carefully as they could, they crossed the town square. The Protector of Sanctuary was chatting away with Bubbles as he carried a now sleepy-looking Hermes, probably on the way to put the child in bed for a nap. Having been leaning his head on the man’s shoulder, Hermes could see over it as Scott and the silver-flame version of Sausage snuck past. He raised his little hand and waved. Sausage the Seraph paused and waved back, then hurried after Scott.

Hermes leaned their head back down and hugged his papa.

“Oh, mi niñito tiene sueño. I love you, too! We’ll all go rest and then you can have cookies and pumpkin pie for dinner later!”

Once they had entered the Nether and crossed to Chromia’s portal, the angel-shaped silver flames leaned on the frame and sighed with gusto. “Whew! That was a lot! I don’t think I’ve had to deal with that much magical energy since that time Pearl sent me to the Twilight Forest to try to negotiate with a High Lich!”

“When she— What? Never mind. Tell me how I managed to miss the fact I might have been talking to two different Sausages the entire time we’ve been here.”

“I found out the same time as you – like ten minutes ago, right? Of course, now that I look back, there was a kind of feeling that another soul was there, but like it was half-asleep, or something, through everything.”

“I’m. I’m sorry, like it what?”

Sausage went quiet; Scott wasn’t sure if the crackling-flame sound he heard was coming from his partner or the Nether itself. Then Sausage drew a deep breath. His form solidified a little more, but still resembled an apparition. He held up the index finger of both hands. “Two souls, two versions of me, inside the same body.” He pressed the fingers together. “Living the same life, gaining the same experiences. …Until I started getting my memory back, and the other me’s own memories also started to surface.”

He moved one finger away by a centimeter. “And then a third version from a different reality showed up, but was actually a piece missing from the soul of the other me that I was sharing a body with. Then add the missing piece back in, and there’s no reason for me to keep being there.”

“I think I need a flow chart. Why would this world’s Sausage be missing a piece of his soul that was in a different… reality? What.”

Sausage sighed loudly in exasperation. “How should I know! I’ve got my own memories of the life you and I had together, and now the shared memories of growing up here! Remember how I forgot all about originally being from the celestial realm and being one of Pearl’s angels? The other soul didn’t have any memories I could access to find out, not that I even had time for that when I realized it was there! I was too busy wrangling lightning and trying to stuff the evil soul into the whole mess of Mythical Sausage energy! Look, look – it was like if you’ve got a cup of water that’s two-thirds full, and you need to add the remaining third, but that happens to overflow the cup because it turns out one portion is like a different density than the others. Like mixing oil and water. I was the portion that didn’t actually belong, but the portion also already in there didn’t have the… uh… adhesiveness? Mergeability? To get the missing part to stick. I think I’ve lost track of the metaphor, hold on…”

Scott could only stare at him helplessly, trying to get a grasp of the explanation.

Sausage appeared to scowl, then sighed again, this time in resignation. “I don’t think the other me was strong enough to get the job done. And you saw that other guy – no way could he be allowed to keep running free. Who knows what he would have done – if he ended up influencing Hermes, turn the kid into a demon or something – that would be horrible! And the only way to stop him was to put him back where he originally came from.”

“So,” Scott said softly, “What about Hermes, then? He’s… your son, too.” He gave a gentle chuckle. “A child of a god and an angel.”

Sausage’s expression turned lost for a moment. “I’m not…sure. Technically they’re the son of the me of this world, and Joel. I was kind of… an extra co-parent? I guess that I’m sort of like a built-in guardian angel. And what happened at the end there was me fulfilling that part of a guardian angel’s calling. Stop a demon from causing harm. Demon is gone, threat is over, I move on.”

“Wait, what do you mean a demon?”

“Oh, that guy had some serious demonic vibes going on! There was a bunch of demon power mixed into his soul! Come to think of it, maybe that’s also why I needed to be here…”

Scott gingerly touched Sausage’s arm. “Well, we know how things go when your calling ends. You could always check in on Hermes from the reflecting pool, like you did with me.”

“Yeah,” Sausage said with a bittersweet smile, his tone soft. “I’ll be able to do that much.”

“Plus, since Hermes is a demigod, there might come a day where he ventures into the celestial planes and pays a visit to Pearl’s realm.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s true.”

They stood in silence for another moment, then Scott said, “So I guess we’re done here. We can check with Pearl to see if there’s anything else, but maybe we can go home. Um, but at the very least, let’s get out of the Nether right now. Not a great environment for starbornes.” Scott grimaced, then held out a hand toward Sausage to walk him through the portal out into Chromia.

“I’m done, yes, but what about you?” Sausage asked as they stepped down onto the grass. “You still have a life here. Don’t you have anything you need to take care of? You still have Chromia to look after. Someone else is filling my shoes.”

Scott led the way toward the pond connected to the celestial realm, a little smirk crawling onto his face. “You know what? I think it’s time for the ruler of Chromia to go back to his adventuring days – who’s to say he didn’t simply disappear while hunting for another mysterious treasure?”

Someone called from behind them, “You would leave just like that, without saying goodbye first?”

They turned, both startled to have heard the voice of Sausage – the Protector of Sanctuary variety. He grinned as he trotted away from the Nether portal. “Where do you think you two are off to so fast?”

Scott pointed at himself and feigned confusion. “Us two?”

The Protector gestured toward the angel-shaped flames. “I can see him, too. We did just share a body for over two decades, even though I was asleep through most of it, and had you fill in until I was aware enough. I remember most of my past, now.” He nodded at Sausage the Seraph. “You must have had a similar experience, if they thought you were the one for the job.”

“Actually, I’ve figured it’s because I’m a really powerful angel, and that other guy had some demon energy mixed in! Could be a real challenge for the average reincarnated human, even if it’s a human version of me! No offense.”

“None taken. I’m glad for the help. Things got… messy, at my end. The big issue I now remember, involving my Pearl, well… She… ascended to godhood, but felt so much regret for being unable to help me when I was desperately trying to save her when the world was ending, that after she came to claim my soul at the end of my mortal life, she didn’t want to let me go when my soul was called back to this world. Before all that even happened, I had split the other guy off from my soul and banished him to a pocket dimension where he couldn’t hurt anyone – yeah, that’s a whole other story. But I guess the universe saw he would find a way to return to this reality, and I was needed to put an end to what I was responsible for creating. But Pearl – my Pearl – didn’t want me to have to deal with what was involved. So, the universe needed to balance things out after finally wresting me from her, so that’s where you came in.”

He sighed sadly. “She meant well. She got involved before, when I did something else kind of stupid.” The Protector then smiled weakly. “She means a lot to me, too, so I can’t really blame her. I don’t have a way to talk to her directly right now, but I hope she’s looking in and can see that it all went just fine!”

Scott put a hand on the Protector’s shoulder. “We need to get back to our own Pearl. I think she might have known what your Pearl had done, and was upset but couldn’t let it show. We need to let her know that everything did work out.”

The Protector placed his hand over Scott’s. “So… what actually are you?” He looked at him a little sadly. “Are you from another reality, too, and not just some cool star-powered hero from here?”

Scott nodded. “Yes, I’m from his reality. We have a tendency to follow each other around.”

He grinned over at Sausage the Seraph, who came closer to rest a hand-shaped flame on the Protector’s other shoulder. “Take good care of Hermes for me. And if Joel ever gets his memory back, ask him about the two spirits of the forest who came to rest in a bamboo jungle near a rock outcropping. He might be able to explain where those flowers came from, after all.”

The Protector seemed to mull that over, then looked between the two in wonder.

~*~

Scott and Sausage the Seraph continued on their way to the pool by the shed only to find it ringed by glowstone and the light from the water giving off so much supernatural radiance that Scott started to get a migraine within seconds. He covered his left eye and motioned for Sausage to enter the pool. Rather than extinguish his flames, he merely passed through. Scott hopped in after him without hesitation. The glowstone shattered behind him, returning the water to that of a simple decorative pond.

On the other side Sausage stood restored to his normal, solid angelic appearance. He looked himself over and sighed in relief. “Wow, that was convenient! For a minute there I was worried I would need a whole new vessel! How about you?”

He turned to Scott, who was still in his Chromian human form. “Well, I kind of still like this coat, but it clashes a little with the purple.” He waved a hand over his face and head, turning his eyes violet and hair shimmery purple, with the tiny constellation also returning to view.

Sausage studied him for a moment. “Hey, so, what is up with your eye? Is that some starborne thing we didn’t know about before, or just some extra magic you picked up along the way in that world?”

“The second thing, technically. It was Pearl’s doing, to be honest. My, um, eye got stolen by a creepy skull artifact and a wizard tricked me claiming he could get my original eye back from it, but according to Pearl he was going to sneak a fake one in, but she intervened in time to imbue it with magic first, to give me an edge in aiding you. I’m not actually sure how much it helped in the end, since I got overwhelmed by all the soul auras and magical energy around and couldn’t fight.”

“Well, I still think I was meant to handle that final part by myself – er, me and the other me.” Sausage then smirked. “Couldn’t stay away, could you? You followed me.”

“Do you really think I was going to wait decades to see you again? I don’t care how immortal we are like this. I don’t have that kind of patience.” Scott smirked right back at him.

They stepped toward each other to embrace, but then Pearl appeared and got between them. She turned to Scott and pressed the palm of her hand over his left eye. Scott uttered a quiet noise of discomfort as mild pain swelled around his eye socket, but as it faded, he could tell the input from that eye had returned to the way it was before the incident with the skull.

Pearl smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, I had to wait until you came back to this realm for me to be able to fully restore it for you.” She then turned to Sausage with an even more pained look.

“Everything worked out fine, Pearl!” Sausage announced cheerfully. “I mean, that did get a little weird when I started remembering my life and the other me’s at the same time – but it’s pretty cool knowing there’s another me who led a different type of life, all mortal and plain and stuff! Well, aside from the magic. That’s not plain or boring!”

The pained expression on her face remained.

“Uh. Pearl?” Sausage asked, confused as to why she hadn’t even hugged them upon their return.

Pearl walked to the reflecting pool and waved a hand over it, then said softly, “Sausage, do you remember when I told you about my old world, and how I had a friend I had to leave behind?”

“Uhm, yeah?”

The pool resolved into the image of a sepia-toned scene of swaying stalks of wheat. “When he reached the end of his mortal life, I went down to collect his soul before a reaper could come to try to send it to the Plane of Souls…”

“Oh, this sounds familiar! Wait, are you saying you’re the Pearl that the other me was talking about??” Sausage’s eyes went wide. “I thought he meant another, parallel Pearl! Like how I’m a parallel version of him, but I’m an angel instead of a human with incredible magical powers!” He uttered a brief chortle, pleased with the idea of any parallel version of himself being powerful in some way, but when Pearl failed to smile, he stopped. “Uhm. Is there something else to this that I’m missing?”

Pearl glanced toward the pool. “Do you remember when I said you were so much like my old friend?”

Sausage nodded then exchanged looks with Scott.

“It’s… because you are him. I did something similar to that other Pearl. I put that soul into a brand-new angel vessel. I just wanted to have you by my side and at peace here, doing what you loved to do back in the mortal realm. My architect.” She turned toward Sausage again and reached out to gently touch him under the chin, then withdrew her hand. “But you also became angel-coded because of that vessel, so when you received a calling, I couldn’t do anything about it, and had to let you answer it, then wait for you to complete your journey through a new mortal world.”

She took a deep breath. “The other version of me wasn’t so willing to let her boy go. He didn’t get put in a new vessel. She just hoarded his soul somewhere. The threat he needed to face was something you had also dealt with in your original mortal life, but it was properly resolved, and there was no chasing down fractured pieces of your soul. And yet, your soul was similar enough that the higher powers that be enlisted you for this job.”

Sausage stared, dumbfounded. “Uh— Wait— You mean, some of those memories might actually have been mine, and not his?”

Pearl nodded. “I can’t say how much of it was one or the other.” She gave another weak smile. “I don’t have that much insight into what’s in your head.”

“So, Mythland—?”

“Was a kingdom you built up and restored in some places. Do you want to see it?” Pearl gestured to the pool.

Sausage shook his head. “No. I’d rather leave that in the past. I have what I have now.” He took Scott’s hand and held it tightly. “And also, I, um, think I need to sit down.” He started to glance around in distress, but Scott swiftly guided him over to the wicker throne to sit at its base.

The starborne was silently digesting all of this. It didn’t change how he felt, even if this was a whole new side of Sausage that he was finding out about. In fact, Scott let out a little laugh. “Does this mean you’re actually several hundred years older than me?”

“I don’t know,” Sausage mulled it over, the distraction perfectly timed. “Does it count that I sort of started over as an angel, like we started over in that world? Hey, Pearl – did you know that was the same world you sent us to as florans? And Joel didn’t recognize either of us! What are the odds of him losing his memory of the past when me and the other me had our memories sealed away! Can you imagine what would have happened if we all remembered at the same time? Hey, speaking of that – Scott, did you know the whole time, or did you get to have a little vacation from the past, too?”

As he babbled on, Pearl and Scott were both relieved that the revelations hadn’t dampened his spirits any. Pearl even chuckled to herself. Yup, Sausage was the same as always, no matter what form he was in. There might be more to unpack another time, but for now she was happy to indulge his enthusiastic ponderings.

~The End~

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[Post A/N: The story of Sausage of Sanctuary, as well as more revelations about which Sausage, exactly, he is, will be continued in the crossover “Thou, O Kings, Fair Be You All” coming soon!]

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Translations for this chapter:

¡Mi querido hijo! = My dear son!

mi niñito tiene sueño = my little boy is sleepy

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