#eternalduo

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

POV: you are a citizen in my DSMP superpower AU looking at Current Events memes

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Two VERY different approaches to history and memory: ft. Eternal Duo

[pinkminecraft]

ceret week day one: creation/discover

eternalduo goes exploring some ruins of a fallen castle, the age of them impossible to discern, and discover a painting of someone who seems so familiar…

[genevawren38]

My Favourite Stories I Have Written, a Blog;

✨Wilbur & Technoblade, Wilbur & Techno & Eret [Twinsduo, Traitorduo, Royalduo]

✨38k The Last of Us AU

✨Wilbur-centric & Techno-centric

✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD

✨Chapter 2 / 2 (When You're Lost in the Darkness / Look for the Light)

🎵Atlas Falls by Shinedown

"Wil, maybe you are immune?”

“Just put a bullet through my temple Techno, be simpler than second guessing leading to me accidentally killing you.”

“I won’t do that as long as you remain healthy, let’s just keep going and wait out a few more days before I do something so permanent. Deal?”

“...Fine.”

~~~

Wilbur and Technoblade's parents go missing, one after the other when their mother leaves for a routine outing and never returns leading their father to follow suit. Scared but determined the pair of brothers leave their safe haven to search, facing the horrors of the world they grew up in on their quest to find answers. Along the way they make a concerning discovery after Wilbur is bitten, with the tears of losing a close friend on their face the twins find themselves with more questions than answers on this long road they travel.

✨#mcytficfight Team Mushroom, c!Wilbur Soot & c!Technoblade & c!TommyInnit & c!Phil Watson [SBI / Sleepy Bois Inc]

✨12.1k W.C.

✨c!Wilbur Soot-centric

✨Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence

🎵Beside You by Marianas Trench

“I don’t know how to do this.” Wil admitted, looking down at the wrinkled hand he still held pressed to his scar. 

“If I know you, and I hope I do because you are my son, you have the strength to face this. Your inner core is pure hellfire, when forged right you could melt the very bedrock we stand upon if you believe it to be best. For you to even begin to accept how far your actions spread you must face the people it hurt the most. For you to get that determination you must see the pain you caused, then do your best to resolve it because your strength comes from those you keep near, fighting for ideals they believe in. You just care so fucking much about things, son, let those things be the ones you once held dear. After all, when you have good connections you can face anything. You might see forgiveness in the smallest places, but it will be a step forward nonetheless.”

✨#3SongsChal, c!Eret & c!Wilbur, c!Fundy, c!Philza, c!Niki Nihachu, c!Technoblade, c!Foolish_Gamers, c!Awesamdude, c!TommyInnit, c!Tubbo [Traitorduo, Prankduo, Divineduo, Royalduo, Eternalduo, Butterflyduo]

✨15.8k W.C.

✨c!Eret-centric

✨A tour of the Royal Archives

✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergence

🎵WHERE THE SKIES END by Starset

Each space had its time and place, many combinations of conversations happened as they moved through their histories. Wilbur, Fundy, Tommy, Tubbo and Eret stood inside the Final Control Room as they exchanged apologies, the walls of death changing to mean one of reunions even moons later. Father and son eventually discussed their problems, turning into a family discussion when they moved to Wilbur’s Control Room.

Every place they stopped inspired the spark of forgiveness, from tiny to years old wounds, many things were talked about on this tour.

Tommy and Sam took a moment alone inside the copy of the prison cell the teen died in, coming out looking on much better terms. No more glances were traded between the pair, a tentative peace that would only grow stronger with the right sort of nurturing. 

A private moment happened between Ruler and shark totem when they approached the Egg, the Ruler gave themself the grace of the words the shark had told them time and time again, it was time to let go of the regret.

Each exhibit passed in much the same fashion, the people most affected discussing their experiences and talking about thoughts they held for years. When they stood in front of the desk once more, the tour completed, tension no longer crackled in the air.

Comradery had been forged among these broken soldiers who stood before them, each put through their own personal hells in their time spent here. The Ruler felt the lightest they had in years seeing the fire ignited in so many souls once more. 

This is what stories were supposed to do, to bring others together to listen to others words. To share wisdom and morals, to learn from what happened in the past and move forward into the future. Looking at each face gathered, Eret draws comfort that even through it all, they had said yes to coming today.

[The rest below the cut]

“if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.

✨#mcytficfight Team Phantom👻

✨Eret & Techno, Eret & Niki, Eret & Phil

✨13.4k W.C.

✨Eret-centric

✨Pirates & Sirens & SBI goodness

✨Forgotten by NateWantsToBattle

if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.”

~~~

Nightshade spent her whole life jumping from crew to crew, following the only magical item that might answer her lifelong questions about the missing part of herself. During her quest she ends up captured by the Shadows of the Abandoned crew who accepts her without condition and she learns to love herself despite the hand life dealt her and unlocks her true heart.

✨q!FitMC / q!PacTW [Hideduo/Fitpac]

✨12.3W.C.

✨q!FitMC-centric

✨Federation Happy Pills aftereffects & Canon Divergence & Romance

🎵How Did You Love by Shinedown

~~~

Finding love in the hints of shaky music and heavy aromas of roses, in the hesitant new beginnings of a starting courtship seeing the worst of each other and still accepting them no matter how battered or broken. They are both on their first dates and their forever partnership, forced together by horrifying circumstances but finding sanctuary in one another's arms and words.

Fit realises just how much Pac means to him after nearly losing him, dedicating himself to treasuring the one who trusted the anarchist to protect him, both healing along the way.

‘Tell me about Technoblade’.

✨q!Philza & q!Chayanne & q!Tallulah, c!Philza & c!Technoblade [Emerald Duo]

✨4.6k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

🎵Traveler’s Song by Aviators

The Angel of Death’s new charge commented a dear name to the ancient crow on the sign in front of him, a small blonde child looking at the avian hybrid with wide blue eyes filled with an ocean of curious questions. A dragon skull encased the top half of his face, held by some unknown force as wild gold curls spilled around it. His rose scaled wings were held close to his spine, peering up at the tall older blonde with an expectant stare.

“Oh Goddess, where do I start with that bastard?” Phil said with a wicked smile.

~~~

Philza tells Chayanne and Tallulah of Technoblade's adventures; from the beginning when they were teamed for Minecraft Monday to the Great Potato War, with a few more in between.

“Who are you?”

✨#mcytficfight team mushroom, c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers [Eternal Duo]

✨13.5k W.C.

✨c!Eret & c!Foolish_Gamers-centric

✨MCD & Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence

🎵creature by Half Alive

“My name is Foolish, I am here to stop the cult!”

The being proceeded to raise an eyebrow while staring at the demi-god, making him wonder why this brunette wasn’t ecstatic that someone friendly arrived and felt rather intimidated by their glare.

“Alright and how exactly do you plan to do that?”

Foolish opened his mouth to explain before falling short, realising beyond getting into the camp he had no clear idea on how to even stop the ritual from happening. Surprising the shark again they let out a rumbling chuckle, a small smile breaking out across their face.

Wilbur’s face doesn’t quite light up like it used to upon seeing them, early days of their country’s formation flashing to mind when they saw happiness when they spoke. Now he seemed hesitant, stopping before them. “Greetings Eret, off to a party?”

✨c!Eret & c!Wilbur [Traitor Duo]

✨3.6W.C.

✨c!Eret-centric

✨Regret & Canon Divergence

🎵Mykonos by the Fleet Foxes

A warm teasing tone sounded through his voice, one white curl falling down his forehead above his crinkled eyes. A hint of worry hid behind that liquid chocolate gaze but he seemed to be in a pleasant mood.

The Ruler laughs, holding the wine up for Wilbur’s viewing. “A party for one if you can believe it.”

“That’s a rather lonely concept.” Wilbur comments, peering at the label in the low evening light.

His reply stung, Eret tried not to let it dig too deeply as they tried to joke. “I am rather used to it. Just me and my bottle of wine, we will spend a lovely night together.”

“Feel up to adding another to that party for one?”

“Wil-Wilbur?” He stutters a bit, shuddering before reaching a tentative hand out to his son.

✨For meIIohisunsets New Years Fic Exchange Event 2022

✨o!Wilbur & o!Tommy, o!Wilbur & o!Philza, o!Wilbur & o!Technoblade [Crimeboys, Sand Duo, SBI]

✨5K W.C.

✨o!Wilbur-centric

✨MCD & SBI Inc as Found Family

🎵Blackbird by The Beatles

Concentrating, he let the blonde feel his cool dead flesh, looking at how his father has aged in the time past. A deep echoed tone rings through his sonorous voice, an eerie marker that he returned from beyond the grave for unknown reasons. “Hello Dad!”

Phil coos, reaching his scarred palm up to caress his son’s strong jawbone. “My son, what happened to you?”

“My own hubris.”

~~~

Wilbur is watching flying lessons between Philza and his youngest chick, Tommy, when the sunshine blonde gets a little too ambitious and the phantom rushes to his side fearing the worst.

[for the rest of the links my AO3 profile is here]

We May Have Lost Our Sanity (We Have Not Lost Our Humanity)

BOLAS BOLAS BOLAS!!!

✨q!Philza & Team BOLAS

✨25.5k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨Graphic Descriptions

✨QSMP Purgatory Lore Retell

✨Chapter 2/2 (Balance Exists That Calls Through the Abyss / In the Chaos I Create Again)

The Wise Crow Has Been Fooled (A Cage for a Cage)

"Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don't forget. They tell each other who to look after and also who to watch out for."

✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah, q!Philza & q!Tubbo & q!Fit & q!Etoiles [Hardcoreduo, Veteransduo, Codebreakers]

✨7.4k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨QSMP Non Canon Tale

✨The Call by League of Legends, 2WEI, Louis Leibfried, Edda Hayes

~~~

My non-canon telling of the events from Phil's return to the QSMP after filming and learning of the eggs disappearance up until his capture by Cucurucho.

If the World Wants You Gone, We Will Fight the World

Picking back up his new scythe, his hands find familiar holds on the carved handle as he takes a few practice swings. It had been a very long time since the Angel of Death held a weapon such as this, the past few worlds only allowing him a sword or bow and arrow.

✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah

✨4.5k W.C.

✨q!Philza-centric

✨QSMP

✨Demons by Imagine Dragons

Flaring his crow-black wings wide, chest hurting as his sky eyes catch the shorn secondary and primary feathers, he allows the moniker to possess him once more. Taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes, seeing battlefields soaked in blood by his hand, he opens them once more to look over this world he woke up in mere months ago.

~~~

Philza is invited to the QSMP Electoral dinner only to find his chicks there, the same chicks he put to bed mere hours ago. As the realisation happens that these are not the real Chayanne and Tallulah, chaos unfolds as two binary monsters suddenly appear.

Gentleness in the Absence of Violence (Despite the Abundance of It)

”We have not touched the stars, / nor are we forgiven, which brings us back / to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, / not from the absence of violence, but despite / the abundance of it.”

✨gl!Charlie Slimecicle and gl!Ranboo

✨Generation Loss

✨2.7k W.C.

✨gl!Charlie Slimecicle-centric

✨Graphic Depictions & MCD & Non Canon

🎵Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd

~~~

Loneliness smashed into the muscular brunette as Charlie walked past the abandoned storefronts, debris spread across long forgotten floors.

Left behind pieces when not needed, just like him.

Turning the corner of the hall that drew his attention, he freezes at the sight in front of him.

You Make Sure I Always See the Daylight

A Coffee Shop AU about Ranboo, a new student to the city and university, stumbling across The Crows Roost Cafe for some food and he finds so much more than that.

✨#mcytficfight team mushroom, Ranboo & Toby Smith, Ranboo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & SBI Inc [Bee Duo, Allium Duo, SBI Inc & Sleepbees & Friends]

✨32.2k W.C.

✨Ranboo-centric

✨Alternate Universe & Cafe AU & SBI as Found Family

✨Summary continued below

🎵Daylight by Shinedown

A feel good found family story, this follows Ranboo meeting Sleepy Bois Inc and some other recognizable faces, from someone used to being alone to then finding warm companionship served up with his favourite cinnamon vanilla tea.

This will be a multi-part fic telling of how having a support system, even found off random happenstance, can be the best thing that happens to someone.

A White Orchid Broken in the Rain

“You may not remember this, but all of us went through hell to follow your frantic steps. After you left us, when you begged for death which was given to you, we were left in the remnants of what you had done. They were only children, Wilbur, kids left bearing the transgressions of a previous generation’s decisions, something the ones after us should never have to face.”

✨c!Wilbur Soot & c!Niki Nihachu [Rain Duo]

✨11.3k W.C.

✨c!Niki Nihachu-centric

✨Emotional Hurt/Comfort & Graphic Descriptions & Canon Divergence

🎵If You Only Knew by Shinedown

She took a breath, breaking their gaze for a moment before meeting him once more. “You might not have liked any of the things that were said, but I see an element of truth in all of them. So many consequences of your decisions landed on us, the ones sworn to you. While you got death, Wilbur, we got living hell.”

Her words were harsh, her mind finally settled on anger as the words left her full lips. “I do not know how you stand here again today, but I do know every word I've heard so far is deserved. You had the unlucky experience of coming back from the dead to fill shoes stained in blood and its going to fucking suck for a while, but you must face each person you harmed before you can ever begin to feel better.”

[faerynova]

Eret takes his hand,

fandom: Dream SMP length: 2.6k rating: T (for swearing) relationships: Foolish & Eret tags: fluff, flashbacks, dancing

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hi hi @eternalduos ! this is your gift for the @mcytblrholidayexchange. i hope you like it!

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Eret wishes they could enjoy parties more than they do right now, but the thing is, all the ones they attend nowadays are stuffy political events that are either completely mind numbing or have enough drama to give Eret a days-long migraine. They’ve definitely lost a lot of the love they had for parties before taking the throne.

Though, certain things are making them more enjoyable again, they admit to themself as they see Foolish approach through the crowd of nobles. He stands a head taller above everyone else, still getting startled looks even though he’s now a regular presence in the castle.

He bows so low it’s mocking. “My Lord, may I have this dance?”

“Lord?” Eret feigns offense, hand to their chest. “I’ll have you know, I’m King.”

Something flashes across Foolish’s face, and though they still haven’t been able to pinpoint the exact emotions, it’s the same split-second reaction he always gives when they don’t remember something. They don’t have time to wonder what it was they could have forgotten with that exchange before he smiles and rolls his eyes at them. “Fine then, Your Majesty, may I have this dance?”

They smile. “You may.”

Eret takes his hand,

(Eret takes his hand, having to reach up to keep his arm at the right level while Foolish’s hangs down. “You’re too tall,” they grumble. They’re hardly trying to be quiet on purpose, but they feel drowned out even when the music and dancing is far away from where they stand on the fringes of the town square.

“You’re the one still growing,” Foolish retaliates. “But I don’t think it matters, does it?”

“I’m a reasonable height for my age. You’re just a giant. Why do they make you guys so big anyway?”

Foolish just shrugs.

They roll their eyes, though they know Foolish can’t see it through their sheer blindfold. “Well we’re supposed to hold hands like this.” They shake the hand still clasped to Foolish’s. “And hold each other’s shoulders with the other.” They reach up, but can only get to Foolish’s bicep. It’s so not fair.

“I can just hold both your hands,” he suggests, doing exactly that.

“But that’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”

“Well, there’s not much else we can do here.” Foolish tilts his head at them and a sly grin creeps across his face. “What is it mortals tell their children? You need to drink milk or you won’t grow tall?”

“I’m not a child—!” Eret cuts off as their voice jumps an octave.

“Oh, my bad!” Foolish clears his throat dramatically. “Please, O Dark Lord of Chaos and Destruction and Squeaky Voices, I beg of you to forgive this humble totem for speaking out of—OW!”

Eret kicks Foolish’s shin a second time for good measure before grumbling “I never should have taught you sarcasm.”

“You didn’t teach me jack shit, you little brat!” Foolish laughs and grabs both their hands again, firmer this time, but they could yank away if they really wanted to. “Come on, do you wanna dance or not?”

Eret doesn’t pout. They don’t. “…Yes.”)

~

(Eret takes his hand, narrowly avoiding slipping the last rung of the ladder. Foolish hauls him up the rest of the way to the safety of the roof.

“You good?” Foolish asks as Eret brushes bits of dirt off his pant leg.

“Fine. My shoes just don’t have as much grip as I thought.”

“Aha! I told you they’d be a pain! See where cute shoes get you?”

“Well usually, I wouldn’t be scaling buildings in them. This was your idea.”

“And you should have taken your shoes off for it.”

Eret doesn’t bother responding to him, just taps his sunglasses to vanish them into his inventory so he can look up at the stars properly. It’s been a while since he’s really gotten to look up and appreciate the night sky, what with the persistent clouds and on-and-off rain the past few months. The anxiety of someone seeing his eyes is still there, it always is, but the nighttime and whole roof thing mitigates it somewhat.

Eret doesn’t have the same luxury Foolish does; even the most secluded of backwater villages know exactly what their blank eyes mean, so he’s not safe to take off his sunglasses except when they’re completely alone like this. Meanwhile, only a handful of people have recognized Foolish as a totem while they’ve been traveling, with far less extreme reactions. No one in this town seems to have any knowledge of totems, so they check off his solid red eyes as divine or some other flavor of magic and respectfully keep their distance. 

“Oh hey, they’re playing music now!” Foolish exclaims. The sounds from the tavern below are muted, carried through windows left open to savor the pleasant weather before the rain inevitably comes back, but still loud enough to hear the melody over the rowdy patrons.

“Damn. Just as we left, too.”

“Do you wanna go back down?”

“Nah. More room up here.” Eret smiles and offers his hand. “May I?”

Foolish grins back, taking his hand and sliding into the lead position. “You absolutely may.”)

~

(Eret takes his hand, tugging him down to sit with her on the grass, still damp from the morning dew. The sunrise has long passed, but they wouldn’t have been able to see it through the trees regardless. Eret thinks this is more beautiful anyway, watching the light filter through the leaves and fog in thick stripes for hours instead of the split-second sunrise.

“We’re not going back, are we,” Foolish sighs.

“No.” People don’t take kindly when they catch on to what Eret is. This city had been no different. Thankfully, between their two inventories, they managed to save the most important of their belongings when they fled the proverbial torches and pitchforks.

Though, she’s sure they’ll burn their house down at some point even though they’re long gone. The way Eret affects her surroundings after living in a space long enough, it will remain “haunted” for quite some time.

Foolish hums and drops his head on Eret’s shoulder. “How long till you think they forget about us?”

“Depends. I think all first-hand witnesses will have to be dead, at least.” A beetle crawls over her shoe. She carefully picks it up and watches it skitter over her fingers. “But I don’t think I want to come back even after that.”

She drops the beetle on Foolish’s face, who gives her an exasperated look before flicking it back into the grass. “That doesn’t work on me anymore.”

“Your face looked lonely.”

“Your face looks stupid.”

“Ouch. My pride. How will I ever recover,” Eret says in the most monotone and unimpressed voice she can muster. “Scoot.” She nudges him off of her and lays down. The grass is long enough to brush her cheeks. Foolish’s familiar weight settles on her again as he lays down across her stomach.

Eret supposes that they’ll be going back to their ramshackle base. It’s been, what, six or seven years? It’ll be a bitch to clean up. No doubt there’s bugs everywhere. But once again she’s glad they have a place to go back to when needed, no matter how dingy. They definitely need the time alone to recuperate after... all that.

Maybe they should just leave it behind altogether. At least for a little while.

“We should build a house.”

“We’ve got a house,” Foolish points out. “Kind of.”

“A real house. I’m tired of living in cities and traveling.” Eret sweeps her hand out, gesturing to the still-waking-up forest. “Someplace like this. Far enough away that people won’t notice things are too off about us. Close enough to visit, though. Get supplies and things.”

The gears turn in his head so loudly that Eret can practically hear them. “We could probably build something pretty big if it’s out here…”

She knows what he’s asking. It’s kind of funny that even after all this time he still stumbles and has trouble with wanting things, and consequently asking for what he wants in a straightforward way. But all in all, the fact that he’s capable of wanting things at all shows incredible progress. When Eret first met him, he couldn’t even conceptualize the idea of it. Totems aren’t usually capable of wanting, after all.

And she knows all too clearly that on top of that, Foolish probably feels embarrassed about wanting this particular thing.

“It can be kind of like a temple,” she offers, because she knows he won’t say it. “It would just be for us, after all. It can look however we want.”

She can’t see Foolish, but she can hear his most certainly sheepish smile in his words. “Not much of a temple without worshipers.”

“You’ll get them soon. I know you will.”

His voice grows softer, almost a whisper. “Maybe you will too.”)

~

(Eret takes his hand, stepping through the door of their brand-new, permanent home.)

~

(Eret takes his hand, closing their eyes as instructed. Foolish fiddles with slipping something cold over their hand and settling it on their wrist.

“Okay, you can open them.”

They do so. The cold something is a gold bracelet—a simple but elegant solid band that only breaks to wrap around little smooth gems that Eret thinks might be quartz, but they don’t know enough about crystals to really tell.

“Happy hundred and ninety-si—ssseeeventh birthday?” Foolish cringes.

“Ninety fourth,” they correct him with a chuckle, but their eyes are glued to the shimmering gold on their wrist. “This is gorgeous.”

“You think so?”

“I love it. Where did you get this?”

Eret looks up to see Foolish’s beaming smile. “I made it!”

“You made this? When—how?”

“You remember Jenith? The guy in town who—"

“The one with the cats, yes.”

“Yeah! So, he does jewelry and stuff, and I asked if he could teach me!”

Eret listens intently while Foolish rambles about how, exactly, he made the bracelet—techniques and materials and tools and what parts he found easy or difficult. They don’t entirely follow everything Foolish says, but they’re happy to nod along. Eret just keeps staring at the bracelet.

They aren’t sure why they’re so surprised. It’s not like Foolish has never made anything before, but this feels different than building their home. It’s not that their home isn’t beautiful, but Foolish making something beautiful simply for the sake of being beautiful… and all for them—they don't know how to put that into proper words. Foolish was never built to create. Eret is so proud of him.)

~

(Eret takes his hand, assuming the lead position while Foolish falls into step next to her in time with the rhythm.)

~

(Eret takes his hand, prying it away from his face. “You’re going to smudge your eyeliner if you keep doing that.”

“It feels weird,” Foolish complains. “How do you wear this all the time?”

Eret dabs her brush in the bowl again and continues applying the lapis-blue paste onto Foolish’s eyelids. “You get used to the feeling. It becomes background noise, just like clothes.”

“Sounds fake.”

“I promise. Besides, this is definitely worth it, yes?” Eret picks up the mirror and faces it towards him.

Foolish examines himself. “Oh, huh. I look great, actually.”)

~

(Eret takes his hand, then yelps as Foolish yanks him to his feet.

“Come on, you can’t mope about it forever!” Foolish chides him.

“I’m not moping.”

“Sure you are. Moping and pouty. Just like when you were a little kid.”

“Foolish—”

“O Dark Lord of Pouty Faces—”

Eret snorts and shoves his face away. “Foolish—”

Foolish is relentless, ruffling Eret’s hair and knocking his sunglasses off. “Dark Lord of Overthinking and Being Dumb—!”

Eret finally gets the upper hand, reaching around his shoulders and grabbing Foolish’s collar from behind to yank his shirt up and over his head, then shoving him to the floor.

Eret huffs and dusts off his hands. “Anything else?”

“Dark Lord of Kicking My Ass. Ow.”

Eret gives a petty little hmph! in triumph.

...Right before Foolish sweeps his leg and lays Eret flat out on the floor with him.)

~

(Eret takes his hand, knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping Foolish’s metallic skin. “How bad is it?”

“Not that deep.” He squeezes Eret’s hand back. His voice is as steady as ever. “The bleeding has already pretty much stopped.”

Eret sucks in a sharp breath as Foolish prods the wound on his side. “Hurts like a bitch for it to be not that deep,” he groans.

“We’ve got a lot of regen. Hopefully it’ll heal up pretty quick after this.” Foolish slips his hand out of Eret’s vice grip so he can fetch said regen to pour on the new bandages.)

~

(Eret takes his hand, letting Foolish spin her into a low dip. Then, he promptly lets go so she falls ass first on the sand. She throws a fistful of said sand in his face when he laughs at her, though she can’t help but laugh too.)

~

(Eret takes his hand, and she rests her head against his chest as they begin to sway to the music.)

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(Eret takes his hand, making sure to)

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(Eret takes his hand,)

and the disjointed memories leave as quickly as they came, making their heart clench and their lungs stutter.

“Eret?”

They remember how to breathe a moment later than they would like, feeling lightheaded trying to catch their breath. “Sorry, sorry. I’m fine. Just another—more memories, rather.”

“Oookay, let’s get you out of here before you fall over.” Foolish pulls them aside, his grip on their arm strong and ready to support them if they stumble. Eret doesn’t stumble (at least they’re mostly sure they don’t), but the reassuring touch is always welcome.

He leads them a short while down the hall and into a servant’s passage that leads to an office. Eret would say it’s overkill, but their reactions to old memories aren’t always the most pleasant. They wave him off when he tries to help them sit down on a chair, but he still hovers close by.

“How are you doing? Gonna pass out?”

“We…” Eret shakes their head, trying to clear their thoughts. “We’ve danced together quite a bit, haven’t we.”

“Yep. We’ve talked about it before,” he reminds them.

“We learned together,” they murmur distantly.

Foolish snaps his fingers in their face. “Okay, okay, roll it back to the present. Do you feel like you’re gonna pass out?” He asks again.

Eret huffs a laugh. “No.”

“Okay. Dizzy or anything?”

“I think I’m alright now.”

“Nice.” Foolish nods, finally satisfied. “Okay now we can download. You wanna talk about it? Questions?”

Eret has to think about it a moment. It was a lot, it’s definitely going to take a while to process, but nothing jumps out at them that they can’t figure out the context for on their own. “Probably later.”

“Alright, later.” Foolish smiles, his skin wrinkling at the edges of his eyes. They never did that before, back when he really was solid gold and didn’t only look it.

The sound of a drum starting up all the way back in the banquet hall makes both of them startle. “Hm. This office really ought to be better soundproofed.” Eret turns to Foolish, ready to ask him his opinion on how to do so, but finds him squinting at the door like it has the secrets to the universe. “Foolish?”

He turns to them with that bright, toothy grin that they’ll never get tired of. “Do you still want that dance?”

They smile. “Of course.”

Eret takes his hand,

[fanceknight]

Time to share this again

Due to recent events

[chronophobica]

[constehlla]

Missing eternalduo, mourning what could have been

They were so cool and for what

[halftheway]

nobody is doing it like eternalduo. slowly building a friendship and dropping hints about a past only one of them can remember and then WHAM he dies for her and is so traumatized by it that he lives in denial about what happened. she wanders the server wondering about their past and why he'd make such a sacrifice for her when (to her) they only knew each other for a short while. she doesn't find answers but she builds a lavish memorial of him in her home anyway, to acknowledge what he gave up for her. he finds the memorial and despite appreciating her handiwork, it upsets him so much he finally accepts his loss and vows to never, ever let it happen again.

two months pass and their reunion involves six people stacking boats on top of each other and a hearty discussion of beating up penguins. neither of them mentions anything Close to their shared past.

five more months pass and he begins to make deals with a god in exchange for immortality. the deals turn out to be increasingly outlandish and the god maybe wants to keep him as a pet but he has one goal in mind and he'll Reach It, dammit. meanwhile she visits his home every now and again, and even maps it out like he'd wanted her to. she leaves the maps and he finds them, and they continue to have a series of near misses until he's recruiting members for Definitely-Not-A-Cult and she happens to be in the area. they spend more time hanging out with friends (she's too skeptical to be convinced to join the cult) and again, do not mention a thing.

over a year has passed and they've both grown into entirely different people. he's earned his immortality, but it's not quite the way he wanted it. an old wound of hers has finally, finally begun to heal. the memorial has been vandalized and robbed, and she finally takes the rest of it down.

there has been no closure. he never gives her the answers she wanted, and she's never quite made peace with that.

[oldflyingraven]

I’ve woken up alone so many times

The first time she dies is during the ritual of ascension. It’s not by her own choice. She was always fine being a mortal. But there she is, tied down on a pedestal while the masked figure stabs the sword laced with poison into her chest. Its agony like she’s never felt before. It steals away her voice. She dies in a puff of smoke and to the sound of low humming. 

She wakes up a demigod. Surrounded by dead people crumbled on the floor. Withered away by her power. Alone. Not a single soul alive in the room. Not a single soul alive in the realm. Except for her. 

The first time she dies as a demigod leaves her frozen in bed for days. Choked by the memories of her ascension she so desperately tries to forget. Killed by a fearful mortal who’d recognised her for what she is. They left her to bleed out on the floor. She died alone and she wakes up alone. 

Dying stays horrible for her. She forgets how many times it happens. Loses count when she’s around 50 years chronologically. A part of her hates how she doesn’t look a day older than the day she ascended. 

The first time she dies while knowing Totem she wakes up alone again. But for once she doesn’t stay alone. Her demigod friend shows up only seconds after she opens her eyes. He looks so calm, so casual. “Took you a while to respawn. I was worried about you.” he says. 

She opens her mouth to respond but only sobs come out. The paralysing fear clutching her chest once again. 

Totem’s face falls, and he quickly sits next to her and wraps his arm around her. “Hey! It’s okay! You’re okay. You’re safe. I’m here.” he says. It’s clear he didn’t expect this response. 

“Don’t leave me alone!” she sobs, clutching onto her friend. “Please-” 

They sit there for what feels like hours. It very well could be hours. Finally the tears dry up. It’s the quickest she’s ever calmed down after a death. It surprises her. “I’m sorry.” she says quietly. 

Totem runs a hand through her hair. “No need to apologise. I-” he pauses, weighing his words carefully. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through if a simple death causes this.” he ends up saying. 

“I didn’t chose this. Becoming a demigod. My first death was when I ascended.” Eret says quietly. “I woke up alone surrounded by death.” 

She feels Totem’s gasp more than she hears it. He squeezes her tighter. “You won’t wake up alone anymore. I’ll make sure of that.” 

She finds it hard to believe, but the post respawn exhaustion and brain fog makes her nod anyway. “Promise?” she asks anyway.

“Promise.”

If you enjoyed this you can check out my bigger Eret AU on ao3! It’s called The Path to Redemption and it’s an alternate take on Eret’s redemption and his possible backstory!

[lilytheflowerwrites]

Here's my @mcytblraufest gift for @earmuffstar! I hope you like it :D

Reblogs are appreciated <3

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

I think I'll draw two Erets if I have the time, one where hero!Foolish is with hero!Eret, and one with Eret in their updated costume(updated in-AU I mean). Eternal Duo is partnered up really often in my AU, almost whenever Eret has a patrol in fact! And I also just wanna draw Foolish haha.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

OH

OH NO

[c-in-mcyt]

eternalduo but there's a lot of gold clocks

[genevawren38]

Awaking in the Light of All the Stars Aligned

✨#SPOOKYWEEK2022, Nihachu & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Eret, TommyInnit & Foolish_Gamers [Octopus Duo, Butterfly Duo, Pickle Duo]

✨Tommy is a medium who is haunted by the ghosts of his past

✨36.8k W.C.

✨c!Niki Nihachu & TommyInnit-centric

✨Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

✨8/8 Chapters & Completed

✨Telescope, It Has Begun, My Demons all by Starset

High school seemed to bring some of that weary energy back to her brother, she reflected on the days fondly as short as they were. Hugging his heavy head into the crook of her neck, she took comfort that they could still have nights like this. Caressing the soft, short hair at the top of his neck, she combed her gentle fingers through his silky curls. Reminding herself to sit him down for a haircut soon, she watched the credits mostly stuck in her own head.

She knew these days were limited, soon he would be deciding what he wanted to do after he finished his public schooling. His eighteenth birthday was on the horizon, only a week away, she resolved to sit him down soon to talk about his options after. They had discussed it before and he had expressed some interest in horticulture, though his never-ending curiosity about the Agency didn’t ever seem to be satisfied. She had been careful with their money, putting away a significant portion to fund his college or university courses if he chose that option.

But just for a little while longer, she could hold him in her arms and protect him from reality and hope with everything she had he wouldn’t follow in their parent’s footsteps. Though she also worked there, an assistant was a far cry from an active Ambassador position where he would be put in the same danger that took their parents. She had always been so vague with describing where she worked, hoping to throw him off the idea. Niki refused to outright lie to her brother, but there were moments she wondered if when she gave into his questioning he would immediately run off to join them.

[residenthesitant]

back at it again

Title: but i knew, even then Rating: General Category: Gen Characters: Eret, Foolish Gamers Relationships: Eret & Foolish Tags: Pre-Canon, Reincarnation, Demigod Foolish, QPR, Past Lives, Song: Crowd of Thousands (Anastasia Musical) Summary: Eret meets a familiar stranger on a train platform.

Eret scoffs. “What, are you saying I’m some kind of lost heir to a family of royals and I just don’t remember?”

“Maybe! You know, there was this one time when–”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Eret shakes their head, sitting back in their seat. “I think I’d know if I had a bit of memory missing, and I don’t.”

“Maybe you could. Humor me for a second?"

“...Fine,” he says. Foolish beams. “Tell me all about this royal I look just like.”

read it on ao3!