#implied logicality

[keferon]

Empurata!Prowl tries to actually communicate for the first time

What if he wants to say something but he can’t. What if he has no voice to speak, no face to emote, no hands to write. What if every attempt to communicate a message is essentially a puzzle of wit and creativity and yet, the first thing he goes through all these troubles for. Is to say “I love you”?

Don’t ask me how did they get in this room. I have no idea. They escaped the battlefield somehow haha

Next->

[creataav]

oh look! a sanders sides fic? yes indeed!!

its presently a work in progress, but i'm planning on updating this relatively frequently. i want these chapters to be kind of long (>2,000 words), so it might not be a weekly thing but i'll update as often as i can. ch. 1 will be on tumblr, all chapters after that can be found on ao3!!

Virgil didn’t think he would ever get used to being friendly with Janus again. The other sides - mainly Logan and Patton- had made the decision to integrate him into their group without him, but he would have appreciated a heads-up before he ran into the snake lounging in the living room, watching some kind of crime documentary (Virgil was too distracted to check what it was about) without a care in the world. 

“Wh- How- When-” Virgil paused, catching his breath and trying to slow his brain down enough to form a coherent question. Janus glanced at him and raised an eyebrow, turning down the volume on the TV. “No one told me you moved in.” 

Janus frowned, although there was a glint of something in his eyes that made Virgil uneasy. “I thought you all were the pinnacle of communication these days. Unless…?” He looked at Virgil with false shock. “They just didn’t think to tell you.”

Virgil suppressed a groan. He didn’t have the patience for Deceit today. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. To his disappointment, Janus was still sitting there when he opened them. “I’m not in the mood for you today.”

“Take it up with Patton, if you’d like. He’ll totally agree with you and kick me out immediately. I might not even get to say goodbye to Logan!” Janus turned the volume back up, but not before throwing Virgil a pout.

“I’d think you’d want to chat with Roman, with how dramatic you’re being,” Virgil muttered, heading to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He heard a gasp from the couch and ignored it. Today was going to be a long day.

—

Even though Virgil knew that Janus was being sarcastic, he found himself at Patton’s door, biting the inside of his cheek and building up the courage to knock. He chickened out, and shot him a text instead.

9:35 AM

virge: can we talk? im by your room.

He waited a couple minutes for Patton’s reply, hearing some thunks sound from behind the door.

Patton-Cake<333333: Ofc!!!! 1 sec, Ill b right ther!!

Virgil smiled, shoulders relaxing a little bit. The door in front of him creaked open, Patton not at all surprised that Virgil was waiting for him in front of it.

“Hey, buddy! What’s up?” Patton stepped back, gesturing into his room for Virgil to enter, closing the door behind them. “Oh- wait, one second-” He turned and started rummaging through a canvas bag that seemed to be bigger on the inside than the outside, since Patton’s arm had fully disappeared inside. He let out a sound of triumph and pulled out a fidget cube, one that he knew Virgil loved. “There we are.” He tossed it to him, and Virgil smiled gratefully, immediately beginning to push the little buttons on its side. 

Patton waited for Virgil to speak first. 

“Who decided to let Deceit in here?” Virgil saw Patton’s throat bob as he swallowed hard. “Pat-”

“I meant to give you a heads-up,” Patton said, pulling out a pop-it for himself and beginning to fiddle with it. “But I didn’t know how to say it without stressing you out and Jan really didn-”

“Jan?!” Virgil almost dropped his cube. “Patton, I mean this with all due respect, but what the fuck is going on here? I know you’re gonna be like ‘have some empathy Virge! You were like him once, too’ but this is so different! He’s Deceit!” Patton winced at Virgil’s impression of him. He felt a twinge of guilt at having hurt the other sides’ feelings, but he forged ahead. “You seriously can’t be planning on fully integrating him into our space. I truly don’t think he could ever go back to being a friendly presence in the mind palace.”

Patton paused. “Logan thinks it would be a good idea to get Thomas to accept every part of him. To give everyone the same kind of treatment without having some of us banished to dungeons or wherever Remus is now.”

“I know that that’s not why you’re doing this, Pat. If it was, Janus would have told me to talk to Logan. But he knows that you know something that if I knew it it would make me feel bad.” Virgil blinked. “That makes no sense but you get what I’m saying! He wanted me to talk to you. And more often than not he wants to hurt my feelings. So I can only assume that something you’re gonna say to me will hurt my feelings. Well, lay it on me, Pat. Quit beating around the bush.”

Patton blinked. “Is that really what you think of him?”

“Yes!” Virgil set down the cube, pushing his bangs out of his eyes and looking pleadingly up at Patton. “That’s why I feel so on edge with him being here. He hasn’t been nice to me since Thomas was a kid. I can’t imagine he would ever go back to that. He hates me. I make his job harder. He doesn’t want me around, and believe you me, the feeling’s mutual.”

“Are you sure, though?” Patton’s voice was quieter now, and he was pushing the circles on the pop-it faster. “I mean, people can change.”

“But we’re not people, Patton. We’re sides. We don’t really change.”

“You did.”

Virgil grunted, trying to find some kind of argument that he could make. “But I didn’t have a history of sabotagi-'' He faltered. “I just really don’t feel good about him being here, Patton, why don’t you get that?”

“I do,” Patton said, looking up at Virgil, empathy and understanding filling his eyes. “I really do. But I also think that it’s not easy for him. He’s only ever been around you and Remus. He needs to be nurtured and loved and taken care of. Just like you do. Just like all of us do. And it’s OK if you don’t want to spend all of your time with him. I understand. But you have to give him a shot. Or else he can’t get better.” He set down the pop-it and moved to sit next to Virgil, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Remember when you first came to live with us, and how unhappy Roman was about it?”

Virgil nodded, leaning in a little. Patton took the hint and moved his hand, using it to wrap around Virgil instead and give him a hug.

“Do you remember when he stopped being so unhappy?” Virgil thought back, and several different memories filled his mind. Disney, being in his room, Bizaardvark, cartoons... “It’s hard to pick just one, huh, kiddo?” Virgil nodded. “Acceptance like that is gradual. It has to be. I’m not asking you to forgive Janus overnight. I’m asking you to consider it. And then, maybe in a couple days, I’ll ask you to say hello to him once and a while. Just a hello. That’s it. And then a few days after that I’ll ask if you want to join us when we watch a movie together. It’ll take little steps. I’m just asking you to try.” He moved so that he was looking Virgil directly in the eyes. “Can you do that for me, Virge?”

Virgil hummed noncommittally. Patton chuckled before his eyes turned serious again. “Well if you can’t consider it, I’ll tell him to avoid you so that you don’t have to interact with him until you’re ready. How does that sound?”

Virgil burrowed his head further into Patton’s chest in answer, and Patton squeezed him as a reply, sighing contentedly as he leaned back, setting Virgil’s head on his lap and running his hands through his hair. They sat there for a few moments, Virgil curled into him, savoring how warm the other side was. Patton frowned and examined a piece of Virgil’s hair. “Your roots are growing out. Do you want me to help you re-dye it later?”

Virgil pulled a piece of his bangs down in front of his eyes, and studied it. “I can do it on my own. Don’t want anyone else breathing in the bleach fumes.” He blew the strand out of his face and pushed himself up, smoothing the hair that Patton had pushed back. “Thanks for offering, though.”

Patton smiled, getting up to open the door for him. “Of course, kiddo! If you ever want to talk about anything - Janus-related or otherwise - feel free to stop by!”

Virgil gave him a pat on the back and headed out the open door, planning on retreating to his bedroom. When he walked in, however, he saw Roman in the corner, going through his CD collection. He felt a groan build up in the back of his throat, and added a little bit of his Anxiety oomph to it. “Princey!”

Roman jumped, dropping Pretty. Odd. by Panic! At the Disco on the floor. His face and ears flushed red and he scratched the back of his neck. “Virgil! How’s it going… buddy?”

Virgil rolled his eyes and picked up the disc. At least it was still in the case. “What’s the deal, Princey? And if it’s about Janus-” Virgil said when Roman opened his mouth to respond, “I already talked to Pat about it and my energy for heart-to-hearts is depleted. It’ll be five to seven business days before I’m in the mood for another one.”

Roman raised an eyebrow. “I was going to ask if you wanted to watch Lilo and Stitch with me. I’m not in the mood to talk about the snake.” 

There was enough venom in Roman’s voice that Virgil knew it wasn’t his place to pry, so he ignored it. “Uh-uh. My turn to pick the movie.”

Roman frowned, but something in his eyes looked relieved that Virgil was willing to join him in his distraction. “Somehow, I feel like it’s always your turn.” Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Fine. What are we watching?”

Virgil grinned. “Coraline.”

—

Virgil stood in the kitchen, making popcorn, becoming increasingly annoyed that he could see the dark brown roots of his hair in his reflection in the glass. He’d have to redo it sooner than he was planning if it was getting on his nerves this much. And warn the others before he did, since it would certainly stink up the bathroom. He glanced at the fridge. Logan had put up a magnetic whiteboard a long time ago, and Patton had bought four markers for it, a dark blue, a light blue, a red, and a purple. One for each person that lived in the house. Virgil noticed that a yellow one had joined the collection. “Damn it, Patton.” He muttered to himself, taking the purple one and uncapping it. The only note on it was one of Patton’s weekly motivational quotes. “Folks that mind don’t matter and folks that matter don’t mind!” it said. Virgil snorted. He wondered if Deceit had even noticed the efforts Patton was going to to include him. Hell, he’d even gotten a personalized whiteboard quote! Not even Virgil had gotten that before. They were usually just blanket statements that worked for everyone, like the “You are enough!!! ❤” that appeared after the courtroom debacle, or the “Your only limit is your mind!” that was hastily scrawled during Logan and Roman’s debate about Thomas’ motivation. He raised the marker and wrote underneath it, “doing my hair @10:30 sunday morning,” his handwriting small and cramped but still big enough to be legible. He paused. The room was silent. That was weird. 

“Shit, the popcorn!” He muttered, bolting back over to the microwave and taking out the packet. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-” He was burning his fingers, and it hurt, but he was much more focused on the charred smell that was drifting from the bag into the air. 

Roman turned back to look at him from the couch. “You alright, Virge?”

Virgil winced. “Yep!” He took a whiff of the bag and bit his lip. “How- um- burnt would you say you tend to like your popcorn?” He could practically hear Roman’s confusion. “You know what, don’t answer that, because this was the last packet. The popcorn’s going to be a little crispy.” There was no point in pretending that anything else could happen. He pulled a metal bowl out of the cupboard and poured the popcorn into it. Virgil happened to like his popcorn a little burnt, so maybe some of it might be salvageable to him, but he was almost certain that Roman wouldn’t. Roman couldn’t even drink coffee without a pound of sugar in it, there was no way he would eat something as bitter as extra-crispy popcorn. Virgil sighed and glanced around the kitchen, eyes darting desperately from distraction to distraction before he honed in on a target. Perfect. He smiled, grabbed it and took the two items into the living room where Roman was waiting. 

Roman glanced up from the couch as he pulled up the movie. “Gummy worms? Oh, Virgil, you really shouldn’t have.” There was something lurking beneath his words.

“Of course I should have,” Virgil plopped down on the couch next to him, tossing the bag of gummies into Princey’s lap and adjusting the bowl on his own, “I fucked up the popcorn. You deserve snacks with your movie.”

Roman looked into the bowl and wrinkled his nose. “What did you do to it, Emo? I didn’t know popcorn could get that charred.”

“I got distracted and kinda zoned out?” Virgil took a deep breath. “Someone - I assume Patton, who else - got Janus a marker.”

Roman’s hand froze halfway to his mouth, several gummy worms stuffed into it. Actually, his whole body seemed to have frozen, his face was the only thing that seemed to be shifting whatsoever. Virgil noticed something shift in his eyes; they became shiny and wet. And bloodshot. Very quickly. 

A tear trickled out. “They didn’t listen.” Roman said, putting the gummy worms into his mouth. “Of course they didn’t. I always have to be wrong, don’t I?” He laughed, but it was cold and sharp. “How fucking ironic is that? The knight - the prince, even - always being the one in the wrong. I’m fucking sick of it.”

“They didn’t even give me a heads-up.” Virgil’s words were barely louder than a whisper. Roman looked at him, surprised. “I just walked in this morning and he was sitting right here.” He patted the couch next to him. “Watching some kind of true crime shit. Nobody told me. I was barely even awake- I didn’t know what to do. I talked to Patton but… I don’t know. I just can’t feel good about this.”

Roman took the bowl of burned popcorn. Virgil hadn’t touched it. He opened the bag of gummy worms and offered it to him. Virgil took some, shoving them in his mouth miserably and switching the TV to Disney+. Roman raised his eyebrows, tear tracks still stained on his face. “Don’t pity me, Virgil. Of all the things I want from you, your pity will never be one.”

“I just want you to pick tonight. I’m not in the mood for Coraline anymore.” Virgil knew that Roman really needed something to control. He wasn’t pitying the prince, he just wanted to support him in the little ways he could. He handed Roman the remote like it was an olive branch. Roman took it. 

He was going to have another chat with Patton soon.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Hello! Can do a chapter fic off this fic prompt Danny phantom x dc: https://www.tumblr.com/corkinavoid/767516270934556672/dpxdc-legal-power?source=share

This isn’t a one-to-one recreation of that dialogue but it’s based on that as a framework/premise

Batman dropped down into the room behind a pair of figures—a teenage boy and a slumped adult—letting his landing create an audible thump to alert them of his presence.

If the teen noticed, he didn’t react. Even as Bruce approached, he continued to stare impassively at the wheezing figure on the ground, an old wooden bat with flaking green paint on its side loosely held in his right hand. Bruce had already suspected who the figure would be since he arrived, but seeing the Joker so broken was still bizarre. No laughing, no schemes. He didn’t even seem to be attempting to escape his binds, just… lying there, almost as if pinned in place.

Bruce paused a step behind the teen. “I don’t know what the Joker did to you, but this isn’t the right way to go about this.”

The teen scoffed, and Bruce felt a painful lurch in his chest as he was reminded oh so strongly of his son Jason. “And what, let him go kill more people?”

“I know he deserves to face justice, but not like this. Everyone deserves a right to fair trial. No one person should be judge, jury, and executioner.”

The teen turned to look at him with glowing green eyes, and Batman felt himself freeze. He had faced gods before, yet even using that as a comparison felt like an understatement. The boy’s eyes belonged to someone far older than his teenage form implied, and they radiated power. Inevitability.

When the teen—no, the entity—spoke again, his words carried an unearthly echo. “Perhaps, but I’m not acting for just myself.” He paused, glanced down at the Joker, then asked almost conversationally, “Do you know how many people he’s killed?”

Another pause, but before Bruce could even try to answer, the entity continued, “Eight hundred and fifty-six. He’s ended the lives of eight hundred and fifty-six human souls. I can tell you about every single one, if you want. About who they were, what their dreams were before he killed them. About the pain they felt at his hands.”

He punctuated the word ‘pain’ by raising up the wooden bat in his hands and ramming its end down onto the Joker’s arm. He let out a wheeze, muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“I have a duty to my people. I am the King of the In-Between and of all the souls that pass through it—even ones whose stays were as brief as his. I am the rightful arbiter of his fate. And with that power, I sentence him to death.”

He raised the bat again, adjusting his grip so he’d hit with the side rather than the end this time, then paused and let out a chuckle. “Of course, just because it’s based on some justice doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with it too.” He swung the bat down, slamming it into the Joker’s side, then hooked it under the clown’s torso and flicked him up through the air to slam into the wall. “We all really hate this guy.”

With the entity’s attention fully turned away from him as he sauntered towards the Joker’s slumped figure, Bruce could finally unfreeze himself.

Even if the Ghost King did have the right to pass judgement on Joker, Bruce still couldn’t let torture go on like this. He wouldn’t win a direct fight, but he could hopefully at least grab the Joker and bring him over to the police. Carefully, he reached for some of the smoke bombs and batarangs on his belt and readied his grapple. He’d have to do this very, very fast.

But before he could move, another figure entered the scene. Red Hood, emerging from the shadows on the far side of the room, an unexpected bit of a pep to his step.

“Nice to see someone else who gets that that bastard needs to die. But if I may make a suggestion, how ‘bout you use a crowbar instead of that old bat? It’d be a bit more… fitting.”

[brucewaynehater101]

Alright. Willis Todd being an abusive father to Jason is a trope often utilized. Comparing this version of him to Bruce's reactions to Red Hood is fantastic. Lots to analyze there.

However, I raise you. There needs to be more fanwork addressing the classism behind Willis Todd being characterized as an abusive alcoholic. In some version of canon, Willis Todd was a good dad in a shitty situation. He was poor, his wife (Catherine) was sick, and he had a newborn baby he needed to provide for. In this horrid situation, where he has no family to fall back on and no higher education to obtain a decent well-paying job, he tries to get quick money. He's desperate to keep both his wife and son alive.

Catherine turns to drugs because it's easier and cheaper to buy drugs than healthcare. The pain she experiences is debilitating, and she'd do anything to not feel pain for one godsdamned second. Unfortunately, this turns into an addiction.

This ultimately shapes the way that Jason views crime. Bruce, while he may be sympathetic to individuals who resort to crime to pay their bills, will not understand huddling in Crime Alley in the dead of winter as he debates whether to buy food or pay for heating. He won't understand the bitterness, hatred, pain, and resignation of never having enough money to survive as you get chewed up again and again.

If Jason's dad is just an abusive criminal, that not only perpetuates the notion that all criminals are evil, but it will shape how Jason views those who commit crime. Breaking the law doesn't make someone bad. There's plenty of reasons people commit crime, whether to survive, protect someone, or something else. The issue, especially in Gotham, is the system that perpetuates wealth inequality through bribes and unethical governmental practices.

Anyway, I think Jason's Red Hood is more fleshed out if it accounts for him acknowledging the desperation behind goons and small-time criminals because he grew up without other options.

[cable-salamdr]

Really funny when a show subconsciously changes your association of things. Ask a Ninjago fan what colour element lightning is and they will answer blue no hesitation as if THAT’S the most normal answer (it’s not)

[heliological]

I love how aai establishes that miles edgeworth is spending all his free time like, defeating internationally wanted criminal masterminds in a battle of wits. and then he goes to court and his opponent is phoenix wright who at any given time has a handful of evidence he picked up off the ground and a concussion. and phoenix wins

[kmesons]

it's really interesting to me that one of the first jobs ENA completes (on an initial playthrough, at least) in Dream BBQ—collecting pets for Shoryo—has you questioning whether the pets are "babies" or "tonight's dinner," considering the two possible routes to take in the game.

in one route, ENA makes her way towards an orb in the sky containing something that resembles a fetus. she does this by obtaining the Motherboard and then the Humanboard, about which the Shaman says this:

the pets might be babies.

in the other route, ENA attends the Purge Event, where characters are waiting to be eaten.

the entrance to the Purge Event looks like a face, with the doors being a mouth and the toll booths forming the eyes. additionally, to get the Taxi Driver's head, which is needed in order to reach the event, ENA travels through a network of gut-like caves.

the pets might be tonight's dinner.

[lilianhuas]

Trying to understand the love of my life (never dated him but still): *goes to see stage play of Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights and spot the parallels*

[doctorsiren]

he’s mad she ratted him out

[until-another-one-comes]

I can't rewrite this season but if it was up to me, I'd still have the Umbrellas sacrificing themselves to save the timeline and at the end we see the Umbrellas still alive, but they're all living different lives and perhaps with varied ages to show that its not their existence that caused the timeline to get fucked up, but the marigold that started everything.

The Umbrellas were always meant to exist and live, but it was the marigold that caused the timeline getting muddled and disrupted their existence. Without it, the Umbrellas (and every other kids that were created by the marigold) were able to be born and live their lifes normally like they were always meant to.

Would it still have a lot of plotholes? Yes. Would it make sense? Perhaps not but at least its better than what they implied with the ending which is very upsetting and dangerous the longer you think about it.

[seagreenstardust]

Every clickbaity MHA article has the most frigid takes

“Bonus chapter canonizes fan-favorite couple”

Yeah, that dap and “let’s talk more after ghosting each other for eight years” just screams romance also didn’t know the ship could sail without either of them ever telling the other they liked them? Also bkdk is the tenth most written about couple on ao3 so “fan-favorite” might be a stretch

“Deku and Bakugou’s Final Goodbye is Heartwrenching”

What final goodbye was this? Oh, the one where they casually said “see you later” to each other after Katsuki told an oblivious Izuku he was his type? There was no “final” goodbye, Izuku literally invited Katsuki to lecture more for his class but go off I guess

Plus bkdk was absolutely sloppy making out in the back of Kats car 24 hours later ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[transingthoseformers]

I'm thinking about Whirl needing to replace his trusty sex toy for any number of reasons (ranging from logical to absurd), except he's on the Lost Light in the middle of space and it's going to be a while until they make a supply run

So, Whirl goes to Brainstorm to try and build him a new one, because this is pre-cywhirlgate in my mind

This has consequences considering the very idea of an interfacing aid built by Brainstorm

[wincestandcoffee]

yall genuinely ship destiel and WE’RE the weird ones who need to be gotten rid of…

[theallianceofcelestials]

So @deyisacherry was curious about the Wedding AU I mentioned in my previous post, so here it is. Prepare for crack and a crossover with TSAMS.

So first of all, timelines. Over MASM it's pre-Chica introduction, and over at TSAMS it's pre-Subtle Foreshadowing *suffering screams intensify*

Beware, pure crack:

Sooo MASM Eclipse, the fucking creature, falls through a rift in between dimensions, and crawls out of the ballpit over at TSAMS's Daycare while Sun is the only in there, probably cleaning. So, in typical MASM Eclipse (is there a specific nickname for him? Like with Moonblock and Sunblock?) way the guy is raving about something - probably how much better he is, and what the heck are these shapes (balls) - and Sun, having dealt with crazy before, starts agreeing and praising the guy, so he'll leave and crawl back to where he came from.

But with the flavor of entity MASM Eclipse is, he falls for the guy who so clearly is the only sane person, having noticed immediately how much superior Eclipse is. And literally (I can't emphasize that enough) in a blink of an eye, Sun goes from being in the Daycare to walking down a wedding aisle, with the Creator strapped to a gurney rolling down beside him. He's in a white wedding suit that he doesn't know where it came from, nor how it's fitting him so well.

On one side of him, are all his family members tied to rolling chairs. Earth, Solar, Lunar, Dazzle and Jack sit in the front row with Nexus, Ruin and Dark Sun of all people sitting behind them. Lunar has already tipped his chair over and is gnawing on Nexus's tied leg. He can see Monty, Eclipse V4, Foxy and FC with Puppet behind them, along with their new dimension's Sun/Moon. A row or so behind them, also tied somehow, are Gemini, Nebula and Taurus. And in the very back row, taking up the entire row, is the Wither Dragon. Sun doesn't know how it's there. Tied. With rope.

On his other side are also tied people, a Sun, Moon, Monty, Freddy, Foxy and Roxy. The Sun seems to be switching between trying to squirm out of the ropes, and glowering at the Moon, while the Moon is staring at him, then the Sun, looking dead on the inside a little.

He's so distracted by the mind numbing confusion he doesn't hear what the priest is saying to him, only giving a haphazard "Yeah, sure." when he's asked about something. And then there's a ring on his finger. And he gets a smooch from the Eclipse. That's when he realises he just got married. To an Eclipse. Next to him, in the spot reserved for the best man/maid of honor, Moon looks just as shocked.

After a bit he's mentioning how he thought he'd be the best man on his brother's wedding, but at least he'd know his brother's significant other before the wedding.

During the after ceremony party, Sun begins to slowly untie his family's hands after Ruin mentions he wants cake, and Sun's in too big shock to be like: yeah, I hate this guy kinda. So he unties people's hands at least, ignoring Dark Sun, Nexus, the Creator, the Wither Dragon and the weird other dimensional people. Jack and Dazzle, having never been tied, are picking flowers. (Dazzle was the flower girl)

Sun, kind of afraid, asks Eclipse what they'll do on their wedding night, and Eclipse answers they'll do what everyone does obviously, Sun begins to sweat, plot evil things.

The cake is actually pretty good, which he mentions to his new husband, who boasts that of course, his chef is the best. He then points to said chef, and Sun asks if he's that blue rabbit. To which Eclipse says his chef i no rabbit, only knowing one blue bunny who's his arch nemesis, Bonnie the bunny. Who's a sheriff.

Now I kinda thought it'd be cool if the quick select inventory of MASM people was actually their belt, and visible to people from other dimensions who aren't from Minecraft dimensions, so Sun can see the glaring sheriff hat, which he asks his husband about. He's kinda shocked to find Eclipse(block????????) can't see the glaringly obvious thing there.

So he goes up to the "chef" to ask whether he's a sheriff or nah, and when a gun gets pointed at him, with a whisper of don't blow my cover, he gets kinda angry and just hits off the chef hat to replace with the sheriff one. Eclipse obviously pulls a Doofenshmirtz, and yells at everyone to get down, also pulling out a gun. So a shoot out starts happening, and Sun just backs away.

Moon suggests he grabs the tazergun that's on him, and he does so, warning his apparent husband and shooting the rabbit multiple times, because despite how sudden this is, and with whom it is, this is STILL HIS WEDDING AND HE'S NOT ABOUT TO HAVE IT BE EVEN MORE RUINED

They kinda just leave Bonnie there, and Sun tells his husband they're gonna have rabbit stew. Eclipse happily exclaims: Great! Sun get the stew, he'll get the rabbit. Then he leaves Sun there.

He turns towards the people he assumes are from his new husband's dimension, and asks if this is normal. It's important to note Monty's and Foxy's snouts are taped, and Moonblock is crying on the ground face down. Sunblock tells him yes.

Seeing as he's the only semi sane one, because the Freddy's just kind of smiling into the void, he unties Sunblock too, who follows him into the kitchen.

Upon learning the horrifying situation that's happening in MASM, he takes this kid under his wing, because what the hell, and begins teaching him how to cook. He's kind of having a freak out about how everything Sunblock cuts or peels ends up cube shaped.

Eclipse(block) returns with a "rabbit" that's actually just a person in a bunny suit, so Sun tells him it's not good enough for their 'evil stew', and Eclipse(block) agrees, throwing the person out. Before he can leave, Sun texts him an actual rabbit farm's address, so they don't end up with another human in a rabbit costume situation.

He actually tells Sunblock he's proud of him when he finishes cutting up the potatoes, and the kid begins crying so hard it's concerning. He pats him on the back a little, telling him to watch the stew, while he goes out to talk with Moonblock, to ask why he's crying still.

Freddy tells him Moonblock has been in love with Sunblock this entire time, and is just bad at expressing his affection and thought his bullying was teasing, so Sun makes an offer to coach him about it, because he knows what a Sun likes, (maybe??), so he can help Moonblock better himself so Sunblock will maybe like him. He asks his Moon and EAPS Moon to be positive role models for him.

Then he sets Jack on Bonnie, telling him he said a mean thing about Dazzle. When Solar tries stepping in, he tells him the MASM lore, so Solar decides to look away just this once. They also set Jack on MASM Foxy and Monty.

It is now a good time to mention that during the wedding, because of his loud hackling and insults, Eclipse(block??) created a remote out of a stick, a leaf and the priest's spit of all things, and muted the Creator. Other people - see Nexus - were muted in a different way.

Upon return to the kitchen is is flooded with tears, and the stew is now overly salty. Sun doesn't mention this however, deciding to add pasta instead too. Eclipse(block) return with an actual - live - rabbit, and when Sun mentions skinning it, he just stabs it, earning the loot from it. Sun is horrified to find the organs and bones gone.

He asks his new husband how to unmute people, getting told to just say unmute, and he leaves his husband with their new 'evil apprentice'. He thinks he sees Eclipse read a parenting book.

He approaches Dark Sun, hoping he has answers about what's going on, but he only gets a negative, but they both confirm it's probably a Minecraft dimension, and not a fever dream. Then Sun unmutes Nexus too, not before warning him to behave because the only thing keeping him alive right now is Sun tellin g Taurus to wait until after the wedding to kill him, because it's a happy occasion, and leaves him and Dark Sun against a table with a slice of cake each. They're still tied. (And the Wither Dragon's dead)

Sun also tells Moon about the rabbit thing, because he's horrified, and Moon asks if he could do experiments on Sun's new hubby. Sun declines for now.

They think Bonnie is dead, not being able to survive another dimension's laws and weapons, or is at least on the brink of death. Since he's still twitching.

So far it's only this, but like the future of this holds potential for a lot of crack treated semi-seriously. And also to better Sunblock and Moonblock's relationship, so they don't get to where canon is.

[brokenhardies]

hc that patton did understand the song he just wanted logan to go again because he was so happy