#void blob au

[ppproblemchilddd]

hiya, Ink! Pleasure to meet you. What is there to know about you or about this.. abyss that were in?

“Well- I mean not much Hah! It’s mostly Just a voice between AUs, Error hangs out around here I guess? I just use it to travel and sometimes take a rest from the big important fighting stuffs”

[journey-to-the-attic]

I can imagine the absolute panic that everyone felt when they found out about IK eating Solomon's cooking before they find out that she's fine and suffering no consequences from it.

Anyways, it's been a while since I looked at Rain World lore, so things are possibly gonna be brief and they might be a bit off. Plus, just a warning, the lore contains really dark stuff, although I'll try to not go into too much detail.

The creatures in Rain World are trapped within the cycle, where life leads to death, which leads to rebirth, meaning that with very few exceptions, when a creature dies, they don't stay dead. The most technologically advanced group, referred to as The Ancients, wanted to find a way to escape the cycle, and eventually, they did.

After digging deep underground, they came across the Void Sea, an area made/filled with Void Fluid, which allowed those who swam in it to escape the cycle, stopping them from coming back. Seeing as they now had a method with a 100% guarentee rate of success, a lot of the ancients began to go to the Void Sea. However, apparently, it wasn't as 100% success rate as they thought.

Some of the ancients who tried to use the Void Sea to escape the cycle were forced back in the form of echos, I think due to them being "too attached to the world." This caused a lot of panic because now the Void Sea wasn't as safe as they thought it was. So, to try and come up with solutions, they created the Iterators.

The Iterators are basically gigantic, sentient super computers with a "puppet chamber" within, used as a point where the ancients could communicate with them. The Iterators were created with one purpose, to discover the solution to the great problem, and find a way to escape the cycle. The Iterators produced a lot of heat and, to prevent them from overheating, required large quantities of water, causing them to produce large quantities of steam that eventually leads to the lethal rains that plague the land, causing the ancients to move their cities to the tops of the Iterators.

The ancients didn't want to risk the Iterators wanting to escape the cycle themselfs, so they added a "taboo" to their genetic codes to prevent them from self-destructing. Eventually, the ancients ended up disappearing, leaving the Iterators behind and forcing them to continue their one objective, to find a solution to the Great Problem.

Eventually, one did find a solution but their communications were cut before they could reveal it to the others. This led to one Iterator, Five Pebbles, believing that there truly was no solution, and with a bit of help from another Iterator known as Seven Red Suns, he attempted to re-write his genetic code to erase the taboo that stopped the Iterators from self-destructing. However, the process of his experiment required to him largely increase the amount of water he was taking it. Maybe it wouldn't be a problem on it's own, but Pebbles was a newer Iterator that was built to share a water source with an older one known as Looks to the Moon.

Because of this, Moon wasn't getting enough water intake, which was destroying her and her can. Eventually, Moon used her senior privileges to try and force Pebbles to stop, however, this caused a massive problem. Pebbles was just about to make a breakthrough when Moon interrupted him, causing his experiment to go wrong and causing him to create the rot.

The rot is, in lack of better terms, a sentient robot cancer with it's only goals being to consume and to grow/spread.

Eventually, Moon's can collapses, cutting her off from the other Iterators and leaving her shut down until a Slugcat created by a fourth iterator, No Significant Harrasment, ended up going to her remains and using a slag key to "wake her up," though she is still unable to contact the other Iterators.

Eventually, the rot eats away at Pebbles' can, causing it to collapse as well.

Then, in Saint's/the final campaign, while the rain has stopped, likely due to Pebbles collapsing since it's likely there are no other Iterators nearby, there is instead a blizzard that, while not said, is possibly caused by the Iterator's collapse, since they produced so much heat in the first place.

Then, as Saint approaches the Void Sea, the Void Fluid begins showing up much sooner than it does in the other slugcats' campaigns. While not outright said, this seems to heavily imply that the Void Sea is "leaking up" or rather, "eating away" at the world.

Anyways, sorry about the very large lore dump, I genuinely did not think I remembered this much. I would remove some to make it shorted but everything I remember feels too important to the lore for me to remove it.

gosh the game's a lot more complex than it looks initially... so hmm. does this mean that, were ik to have lived like the playable slugcats before coming to the devildom, every hypothetical death did happen, but was undone when a new cycle began?

is it like a reverse isekai situation where ik somehow was summoned out of the game and into real life? or perhaps the rain world is some other realm and the game levi plays is some kind of manifestation of it

oh it'd be cute if ik feels a natural sort of pull to the game (since it's her world), so whenever levi plays it she goes right up to the screen and starts pawing at the playable slugcat like "hi!!! hello!! you're like me!!!!!" then she hides behind levi when he gets caught by the really big monsters

levi apologises with increasing teariness every time he dies in-game and then when he figures out that OH that's literally her story and not just something with characters oddly similar to her, he just. sobs

simeon walks into the purgatory hall kitchen and sees solomon happily feeding ik... something, and he has a moment of pure unadulterated horror (and is about to swoop in like superman) before realising that what the hell she likes it??

[leftarmofl1fe]

uhmmmm little thing i wrote for practice...... spare me ive been taking creative writing for approximately two weeks . its about color being gifted his camera

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September 16th. Color hadn’t known (remembered) when their birthday was until earlier that month. They and Ink were chatting it up about Color’s AU when Ink had mentioned the creation date. 

“Since all Sanses were technically born on April 1st, most just consider their birthdays to be the day their universes were created–so: happy early birthday!” They had exclaimed. 

Color couldn’t remember the last time they had celebrated such a thing. There was no time in the void, they nor Gaster could have ever guessed when any holidays were, not even their birthdays. They could only scratch lines into the crumbling pillars of Judgement Hall when a day might have passed–which meant little in the void.

The idea of their birthday coming up scared them a little. They didn’t want to have a party, a dinner, or any big event that surrounded them. It had only been a few months, many hospital visits and psychiatric appointments, as well as way too much meeting new people since they had arrived at the Omega Timeline. Delta was the only person they truly called a friend, and even he could be too much sometimes. They ultimately decided not to tell anybody about their upcoming birthday, but fate had other plans. 

Delta had knocked on their bedroom door, leaving it open a pinch after Color hesitantly allowed him in. But Color could only stare awkwardly and mumble a simple “thanks” as the words “happy birthday” came out of his mouth. 

“A little birdie told me,” He mused, winking. Ink, of course, that blabbermouth. Delta moved to plop down on the edge of the bed, looking at Color for permission first. He was holding a medium-sized box in his gauntlets. “I know we haven’t known each other for that long, and this is gonna sound cheesy, but I value our friendship.” 

Color silently nodded. Kindness urged them to say something nice in return, but they couldn’t find the words. Get to the point already, they thought, practically hearing Patience shake her head. 

“Me and Epic put our money together to get you something. I know you don't like a lot of company, so I didn’t invite him, but he says happy birthday too.” He grinned enthusiastically at Color, who smiled weakly in return. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Color’s flames danced in a green blob, teal teetering at the edges. “You already do enough, really, you don’t have to spend more money on me.”

“I know, it’s just…” Delta continued, rubbing the vertebrae on the back of his neck. “It’s your first birthday here, and I wanted to do something. Here.” 

Delta passed the box over to Color. It was heavy. Not too big, though. A cute shade of pink wrapped neatly in a white ribbon. Just looking at it made Color nauseous. Doubtful, they looked up at Delta, who nodded in encouragement. 

Delicately, Color unraveled the ribbon, slipping off the top of the box and putting it to the side. They felt Delta’s eyes on them as they took out the paper fill, phalanges stopping in their path as Color stared down at the object. The shiny reflection of glass stared back at them, a lens attached to a little gadget of buttons and adjustment settings. 

“A camera?” The quiet words slipped out of their teeth as they stared down at it. “Why?”

“I…see you looking at that photo a lot.” Color turned their head back towards Delta, confusion evident in their expression.

“What?”

“The photo on your nightstand. Your younger siblings, right?” He gestured to the framed photo that stood on its own under the lamplight. The symbol of everything Color had lost. “It's the only thing you put up in here. Everything else was donated.”

Color glanced at the photo, then Delta, then back at the camera they held gingerly in their hands. They hadn’t realized how much that said about them. To think Delta could read them so easily–it was scary. But there was a warmth in every soul inside of Color that started to burn as they listened to Delta speak. 

“I lost people I cared about, just like you, and made it my life mission to help people I couldn’t in the past. But even with my newfound purpose, I still find myself back there, stuck in the past.” He looked at Color. “I see it in you when you look at that photo. Like you’re sucked in, back there with your family, no longer in the present with me. Like I could look back to you and find nothing there.”

“I guess what I'm trying to say is…you seem to value that picture more than you value anything else. It almost traps you. And I was wondering if the idea of taking more pictures like it could benefit you. Give you new things to cherish, to hold dear to your heart like your family.”

“But if I’ve learned one thing in this god-dammed multiverse, it’d be that family doesn’t have to be formed by blood. It doesn’t have to be found in old memories of lost loved ones. And you can find it in the strangest of places.” He chuckled. “You’ve met Epic. He’s weird and crazy, but…he means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. All of the memories I’ve made here are what keep me going. And those are the memories that matter–not the ones in the back of your skull that make you all depressed. Are you picking up what I'm putting down?”

Color was already hugging him. They were burying their face into Delta's shoulder, squeezing their eye shut. Their voice cracked pathetically as they spoke. “Did you have a long talk with Dream?”

“Hah. I wish. You got me all sappy.” He exhaled, wrapping his arm around Color to rub their back. “You need a tissue?”

“You know I can’t shed tears.” 

“Right. Flamehead.” 

Silence. But for once it was a comfortable silence. 

“Thanks...For the camera. It was thoughtful.” Color finally said, retreating to their spot. They looked back at the camera in the box. “I think I’ll keep it forever.”

[emelinstriker]

{Eternal Servants AU} Ao Lie ♡ Adoration

Art drawn by me + the AU itself is mine.

Took way longer than the previous ones cuz my brain did not wanna stick to tryna finish this until recently fhgndfghnfhgd

[TL;DR] A dragon joins the team.

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

A man in a green robe groggily woke up. He raised his head slightly from his position on the floor to take in his surroundings. He was in between two rows of large wooden shelves. There was text in bold reading "Interdimensional Geographics" on either side.

Was he... in a library? But why? Did he fall asleep while reading a book?

He sat up, groaning a bit as he held the back of his neck in pain, before he glanced at one row of bookshelves in confusion. He did hear talking coming from somewhere past all the bookshelves, but he was unsure whether or not he could trust those voices. He also wasn't sure why his neck was throbbing in pain. Given the way we was lying on the floor, he brushed it off as simply pain from his previous position.

While trying to stand up, he noticed a little note on the floor. All it had written on it was: "Find Master."

Raising an eyebrow at it, the man in green picked it up, turning the piece of paper and verifying that those were the only words written on it. Weird. He couldn't remember writing that down. Actually, now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember much in general. And it all just confused him even more, making him feel a slight bit of panic at his lack of memory.

The man in green had to think about what he did manage to recollect... He had more than one name, but he could only recall being called Ao Lie. He remembered traveling with what he believed were his friends, although he could only specifically remember a monkey's face from that group... Besides that, he could only faintly remember two people talking in a language he did not understand, followed up by a crow's caw. Every other memory seemed to have been pushed aside or blurred.

And assuming he wrote that note to himself... who was this supposed 'Master' to him if he had no recollection of them? Was he their disciple? Either way, since he had no idea on what else to do, he decided to try find this supposed 'Master'. Maybe they knew why he had been knocked out in the library.

Suddenly, Ao Lie had the urge to rush towards the voices he heard earlier. It was like some strong pull when he felt some form of internal panic. He didn't know why. He clearly wasn't in any danger, after all. But it felt like someone else was. Someone important to him. He dropped the note and decided to hesitantly answer to the call, moving around the many bookshelves. However, this sudden feeling of urgency left him as quickly as it came... But why?

Upon turning at another bookshelf, he stopped.

While he did take notice of the tall lion and the man on wheels, his eyes were mostly focused on the person who had their back turned to him, with a tiny black silhouette of a blob on their shoulder.

Mink already took notice of Ao Lie in return, letting out a groan. "You can't be fucking serious."

You hummed in confusion at the curse's comment. "What's wrong, Mink?"

Then your two other champions took note of this green stranger. Nezha was quick to take on a more defensive position behind you, his fire-tipped spear at the ready. Azure on the other hand simply looked intrigued by this guy across from them. Because the first thing he noticed were his void-black eyes. The exact same ones all of your champions had...

After realizing they were all looking behind you, you turned around to see the man with the long, white hair. You didn't recognize him at all since you've never seen him in the palace before. But he did seem to recognize you. Or, well, at least your title.

He moved a bit closer to you and the others as Nezha kept his guard up. Just in case this was another Celestial Hunter pulling some illusion trick again. Once the white-haired man reached Nezha, who was pointing his fire-tipped spear at the newcomer's chest, he looked over to you, past your pink champion... and he kneeled.

"You... You must be my Master", Ao Lie stated more to himself than you, his voice sounding like he was in awe at your presence. He then lowered his head a bit in respect, which made some of his hair move from his back to his front.

Blinking in surprise, you awkwardly scratched your head. Nezha hummed, seemingly contemplating still poking Ao Lie with a bit of fire. After all, he couldn't be too sure about him being another Celestial Hunter or not. But before he could hold his spear closer to the white-haired man, you stopped him by gently tugging on his cape.

"He seems to be real. I don't think you need to check", you commented as you raised an eyebrow at him, knowing full well of his and MK's stabbing tendencies. Your pink champion reluctantly lowered his weapon and gave you a little bow, muttering out a "Yes, Master" behind his mask.

You then turned back towards your apparently new champion, who was still kneeling. "Uh... You may rise- Uh- Wait- What's your name? And how did you get here?" At your questions, the white-haired man happily stood up as he gestured with his hands... or rather sleeves, because both of his arms were fully covered by his green robe's long sleeves.

"My name is Ao Lie! And I, uh, honestly have no idea. I just... kind of woke up on the floor here a couple of minutes ago, hehe", he confessed awkwardly. You knew almost all of your champions also didn't know how they ended up in the palace, but this was the first time you encountered one just after his arrival yourself.

Azure finally decided to speak up as he examines the newcomer. "Ao Lie, if I may ask. Do you remember anything from before waking up?"

The man in green opened his mouth happily to answer him, but then he realized... Why could he barely remember anything?

You couldn't help but watch in sadness as his smile turned into a frown as he spoke. "I... Well, I remember that I'm from a family of dragons... I turned into a horse, though I can't remember why... Oh! And I was carrying a guy around as a horse while being accompanied by... I think friends?" His eyebrows furrowed as he tried  his hardest to remember his past. But much like the others, he only seemed to recall specific aspects of it.

And knowing how pointless it was for them to force out out some kind of memory, Azure sighed in disappointment. "That's enough, thank you. No need to try to force your way into any potential memories, it'll just give you a headache."

Nezha grinned beneath his mask as he leaned against his spear, holding back a chuckle. "Yeah, we've tried. Especially MK. I feel like that just made his memory even worse than it already was. He only keeps doing it because he keeps forgetting that he already tried forcing his memories back."

You gave him a confused and baffled look, to which the celestial simply shrugged in response. MK having the worst memory of them all wasn't new to you, but you didn't know about his attempts to force his memories back. Though in order to ease your worries by just a bit, Nezha added, "He's fine. It's just more of an endless cycle of that short-term memory he has to deal with. And him trying to forcefully remember things just adds to all his confusion." Your pink champion then waved his hand dismissively. It wasn't a big deal to MK after all, just a confusing point about his own lack of memory.

You grimaced a bit at him, not exactly trusting his sudden dismissal of the topic. However, you also didn't want to pry further, knowing about how well your champions could dance around concerning things happening in the palace. They did avoid talking in-depth about their brandmarks, and they did seem to hide many other secrets you were curious about. Such as blood stains on them when they hadn't been on any battle missions.

"Um.. Anyway. Ao Lie was it, right? I... Uh... I'm... assuming you're one of my champions..?" You said, hesitantly trailing off towards the end as you weren't sure how you would be able to confirm such a statement. Because void-black eyes weren't exactly an accurate way of confirmation. It merely meant they were infected.

Ao Lie tilted his head a bit in confusion. "Champion? Does that mean I have to fight in an arena?"

"I mean we don't have an arena, but-" "No, no, no- No fighting in an arena-" You quickly cut Nezha off before he could suggest anything brutal.

Mink, still boredly sitting on your shoulder as a tiny blob, decided that it'd be a good idea to torment-check the green newcomer. Just to take a jab at him and see how much he can take before breaking. Because judging by his current looks, he really did not look like he could be of any use to Mink. He snickered as he grinned at Ao Lie. "So, you're a dragon, right? How about a test of wits and strength? You know... Just to prove to our dear Master that you're actually worthy of even calling them your Master." You gave Mink a little bit of a baffled look, not knowing what he was planning. But he did weaponize your title a lot, even when you clearly disapproved.

The man in green perked up at your black champion's words. He seemed oddly excited about the idea of doing something to show off what he can do. "What do I have to do?"

However, before Mink could say anything that would end up in some catastrophe, you quickly used a finger to bonk his small ken-doll-looking form on the head. It didn't hurt him, but it did catch him off-guard. "Ah- What the- Hey-"

You glared at him, unamused. "Could you maybe like, not trick the others into doing evil or concerning deeds for like five minutes?"

The small ink demon huffed as he shoved your finger away from him. "Oh please. Your definitions of evil and concerning are so simple-mindedly black and white, it's pathetic. I would've actually suggested that he duels me in the scroll. Take it as more of a test of his strength."

It was indeed true that a duel in the scroll was more of a psychological test. If Ao Lie managed to beat the ink demon, he would most certainly be accepted by your other champions as one of their own. But perhaps it was too soon to- "Alright, I'm down! Let's do it! That sounds like fun!"

You grimaced at the dragon's eagerness to duel the ink demon curse. Azure seemed more surprised that the man in green would happily jump into battle without any knowledge or questions regarding Mink's powers. Meanwhile Nezha was rather amused at the offer. After all, if he could get a front row seat of seeing someone else having a shot at eliminating the inky pest, that'd be great.

"Okay, how about we don't have you beat up the new guy? He literally just got here", you quickly intervened as you stepped closer to the white-haired man. It was odd to you how the others had a little bit of white in their hair, except for this one. He seemed to have fully white hair. So perhaps it wasn't actually a signifier that labeled one your champion?

"Anyway, Ao Lie was it? If you don't have your memories right now, you could stay with us and we can try figure things out with the others", you offered as you held out your hand to shake his hand. The white-haired man gave you a puzzled look for a moment before reaching out with a smile, shaking your hand rather strongly. Though, his hand felt rather sharp...

"That's so nice of you! Thank you, Master!" He had barely just met you and it already seemed like calling you 'Master' came naturally to him. Which was surprising, considering that Nezha told you it took him and Azure at least a little while to get used to addressing their personally first Master as such. The others also seemed rather hesitant at first. Though, he couldn't talk for the two simians as they were the first ones to pledge their allegiance and servitude. And Mink just plainly refused to call you his Master, unless it was to sway the others.

Just to make sure the newcomer was actually unharmed upon arrival, you decided to have him visit the medical bay first. You didn't have the tools or knowledge to do a full check-up, but you asked him for permission to check if he had any of those black wounds the others had. And he did. Right on the back of his neck. He then realized that must've been why his neck had been hurting a bit since he woke up. He just thought he must've been unconscious at an uncomfortable angle for too long.

While Azure went looking for the others to tell them about the new champion, Nezha decided to stick around in case the newcomer tried anything. He knew you were safe with Mink, but he couldn't take any risks. Not when he didn't know the full capabilities of the man in green.

And as you were assessing Ao Lie's neck situation, the pink champion's sight landed on the table next to him. Something caught his attention. It was one of those zip-up bags with a familiar black substance inside. Apparently it hadn't been picked up by an Overseer yet. The Oracle must've been busy.

His gaze then turned back and locked onto the green champion, watching you hand him new clothes to try out later.

"Tell me or a servant if you need a different size or want something different in general, alright?" The celestial heard you tell the dragon, to which the man nodded happily.

However, something else that caught Nezha's attention were Ao Lie's hands. He only noticed the way they were somewhat sharp claws and practically fully black when he held onto the neatly folded clothes... His hands looked suspiciously similar to a certain crow's hands... The pink champion furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't the only one who noticed as Mink crossed his arms, eyeing the white-haired man suspiciously.

You then turned towards Nezha, "Could you show him around, please? We would still need to figure out where he's gonna sleep, so just show him where everything necessary is." While it was technically a command, you couldn't help but make it sound like a gentle request. The celestial bowed his head before leading Ao Lie away, keeping an eye on him at all times.

Sighing, you rubbed your temple. So much was happening at the same time again. You also had to make sure the others were okay since there still were some Celestial Hunters they were disposing of.

"Hmpf. Are you done collecting immortals like trading cards now?" You heard Mink ask in annoyance as he still sat on your shoulder. Rolling your eyes at him, you gently bonked him with your finger again, making him whine once more.

"I don't even know how they end up like this in the first place, Mink. For all we know, the servants could have been going through a trial before ending up here-" "They didn't. None of us did", Mink said with a slight hint of annoyance, cutting you off. You raised an eyebrow at him in response.

The ink demon looked you dead in the eye. "Be happy they don't remember the infection process. Or you would have a bunch of immortals traumatized at the feeling of their body having been altered to a point of no return." He crossed his arms before adding, "And be happy I can't feel pain. Or I wouldn't be on 'friendly terms' with either one of you."

"What are you talking about?"

He was about to add to his rant, but then stopped himself. "...Ugh, nevermind." You already knew he was hiding a lot from you, but his responses just gave you more questions than answers. However, you knew better than to try get more out of him, considering he would just end up toying with you, dangling the answers in front of you, yet still too far out of your reach.

But for now you had to deal with your new champion.

Perhaps asking Mink another time would be more appropriate.

[ Masterlist ]

[nevertheless-moving]

Stormlight AU 27B: Elhokar time travel

From Death to Way of Kings. Tries to get help, but unfortunately Elhokar is alone here.

Alternate version of this meeting, in which Elhokar uses his elementary light weaving skills to sneak into Sadeas bridgeman barracks, absolutely scaring the shit out of them.

Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes entering the barracks [it is his first time trying to be invisible. He is bad at it]: hello stormbles — do you all just sleep on the floor? And what is that smell? Heralds, this is depressing.

Bridge Four: WHAT THE — VOIDBRINGER! VOID —

Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes: wha — I am not a voidbringer! Stormblessed, tell them! I don't look anything like a voidbringer!

Kaladin: what? What are you? how do you know me? what do you want from us?

Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes: i — i thought —

Kaladin: Bissig, your knife, quick —

Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes: ah! keleks breath! Knife is not necessary, i, look — look — you remember, right? You saved me from assassins? We flew from Urithiru to Alethkar? Rescuing — well, attempting to rescue the queen? Come on hero, your kind of my last hope here, you have to remember —

[Dark amorphous blob with glowing red eyes turns into pretty light eyed woman]: tada! I - I swore my first oath! Just before I….you were there!

Teft: damnation! You're one too, aren't you!

Moash: uh, kal? It… might be a good time to talk about your past now?

Lopen: gancho, does this have something to do with your, you know, thing.

Skar: thing? what thing?

Rock: captain, i believe this woman too has god with her

Drehy: god?

Kaladin: i … have no idea what's going on. Who — what are you?

Brightlady [starting to tear up]: i — i thought for sure you would…you're the hero, not…oh stormfather, what am i supposed to do now?

Lopen: gancho! Very rude question! If you can't remember a woman's name you're supposed to fake it eh?

Moash: yeah kaladin, don't you know anything about women? Also, seriously? a lighteyes?

Kaladin:

Kaladin: i'm sorry ma'am, i don't — i have no idea what you're talking about

Brightlady [sniffling]: okay…alright…you don't remember, but you can still fix this— you can fly right? You could take an army to the voidbringers before they bring the desolation —

Hobber: you can fly??

Moash: don't be stupid, she's clearly insane — that black smoke must have been some kind of trick — listen lady —

Teft: lad…

Kaladin: i can't —

Syl: actually i just remembered! I think you might be able to — well not fly like me, but uh, fall? Upwards?

Kaladin:

Kaladin: I — I don't know how to fly! I'm not who you think i am!

Drehy: did anyone notice he didn't say he couldn't fly. because he definitely changed what he was going to say just now. Like i don't know how to use a bow, but i probably could, if someone taught me

Moash: Kal, just say you can't fly and end this conversation already

Kaladin: ...I have never flown before in my life

Bissig: i KNEW there was something about you — you're a herald in disguise, right?

Kaladin: what?! No! I — I might be a surgebinder, but seriously, I have no idea what's going on, alright?

Moash: what in the name of jezrians balls is a surgebinder?

Brightlady: i can't free you yet — dalinar will die…

Kaladin: wait, you can free us?

Brightlady: i mean i could probably buy you from Sadeas…but dalinar won't listen to me, he thinks i'm being paranoid — he would die — the entire kholin house would fall…

Kaladin: i don't give a cremling's leg about the kholin house! My men are dying! The bridgecrews are a death sentence and we're making runs every day now! If you want me to be some big voidbringer slaying hero then free us first!

Brightlady: oh? And the thousands of dark eyed soldiers under his command? You don't care about them?

Kaladin: what are we supposed to do as slaves that —

Voice from outside: hey! Bridge Four! What's that racket?

Moash: chull dung

Skar: Captain —

Kaladin: ah! Quick, change back to the voidbringer!

Brightlady: I'm not a —

Kaladin: if they find a brightlady in here we'll all be strung up! Hurry!

Brightlady: who would dare — oh, right right, uh —

[Brightlady transforms into nondescript herdassian man]: how — 'ows that?

Lopen: cousin!

Anyway after Elhokar leaves bridge four is left with the distinct impression that Kaladin is a herald who lost his memory.

Kaladin: i haven't lost my memory! I remember my whole life! I just don't like talking about it! None of us like talking about our pasts! Teft tell them what you told me —

Teft: …i mean i thought you were a surgebinder, but…

Moash: seriously what in damnation is surgebinding

Teft: it's people with the same powers as knights radiant. People who can breathe in stormlight and do things with it. After he survived the highstorm i brought him diamond chips…it's how he healed

Kaladin: which you didn't actually tell me right away

Skar: why didn't you tell us?

Moash: yeah. I thought we were in this together

Kaladin: i – i didn't know what to think. I still don't. For all i know I'm cursed, like the Knight's radiant were.

Lopen: you ain't cursed gancho! What kind of curse let's you stick rocks together?

Rock: stick rocks together?

Moash: alright, i can see why you wouldn't share a storming useless power

Teft: i thought you were a radiant but… most people say that the heralds come first, warning the world and then training the radiants. In some ways it makes more sense to be a herald alone than a single radiant without a herald…

Drehy: oh! Which herald do you think he is!

Kaladin: i am not a herald!

Sigzil: i believe that woman would have been Shalash — i have seen her depicted as a many faced woman capable of soul casting

Moash: huh i have heard that soulcasters are actually something unnatural under those hoods

Kaladin: seriously moash? You believe this?

Moash: i mean i already knew no one was answering prayers. If you're a herald that just means that the gods are fumbling around confused and screwing up, which would storming explain a lot about the world

Skar: oh that's a good point

Kaladin: no it's not!

Hobber: its alright sir! Er, my lord!

Kaladin: do NOT call me —

Eth: when i asked him about washing hands before and after touching wounds he just said 'wisdom of the heralds'

General bridgemen: oooh

Kaladin: my father taught me that! He's a surgeon! I grew up in a rural farming village in Sadeas! Enlisted in the army when i was 15 – i can remember my whole life, alright? Every miserable detail! I was 11 when King Gavilar died! I — and I can't believe i have to convince people of this — am not a Herald!

Bridge Four:

Rock: have heard of men whose minds make up stories after hitting head

Lopen: oh! oh! or, maybe its like, a past life thing

Sigzil: some religions do tell of mythical figures being reborn in times of need

General bridge four: ooh

Kaladin: YOU THREE AREN'T EVEN VORIN

Lopen: exactly!

Sigzil: reluctant as i am to be on the same side of an argument as lopen, it is not really heresy for us

Teft: i think jezrian and nale were the ones who could walk on walls and whatnot

Jaks: Jezrian sort of rhymes with kaladin!

Kaladin:

Kaladin: I'm going back to sleep.

[btc-observation]

BTC Twitter QnA

Apparently these questions were answered before I left but I don’t remember reading them at ALL. That’s okay though, I’m looking at these with new eyes. I’m pretty shocked I’ve never posted these here.

So in this AU, Springtrap is NOT William Afton. I assume his mind and personality stem from the Springbonnie suit which happens to be a vessel William possessed for a while. Meaning that Elizabeth is not Springtrap’s daughter and by extension, neither is Circus Baby. Baby uses Springtrap to fill the fatherless void of sorts. That is even if Elizabeth is Circus Baby

The Simulation ™️

Okay so, knowing that Springtrap is not William, this means that he was never a human and doesn’t have a real human soul. Which ALSO means he will never escape and live in the human world 😭

(That’s me ^_^ I still don’t remember reading this though)

I think it’s hilarious that the 6 animatronics are stuck in limbo but are only released for their shift.

Here’s some more answers but they’re much smaller blocks of text.

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Cute trivia! To be loved is to be changed Y’know

Mini theory correct B)

This also means ALL the animatronics on the roster are not currently in possessions of human souls. Though, I do believe they have some memories of the souls that possessed them.

Cool! I always imagined the anomalies being fleshy blobs or having a missing-no type of appearance (broken sprite and exposed code)

CRAZY LORE DROP! The flesh and tendrils that grow out of Springtrap sometimes are a parasite! The remaining pieces of William that he left behind. I wonder if Springy eats enough remnant, the parasite fully takes over and he BECOMES Williams corpse (Btw I think Springy would be pissy that only he feels pain from remnant)

This is sooo sad omg I don’t want Bell to be hurt. I’m thinking of this situation like a tv show, the characters are in love, but the actors are not. I think finding that out will make things awkward for Springtrap and Bell

Tom’s a real one 💪 he’s a true friend

This is cool to know! Here’s to hoping that YOUR favorites will have screentime 😊

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I think it’s really cute that the animatronics have an age range of sorts, I’m really curious on how it works though. Is it on vibes? Is it based on their human counterparts or age the suits where built?

These are all the questions answered! (I think)

We got a lot of awesome info and cool trivia! It definitely gets my brain juices flowing 😈

[salparadiselost]

Tim Blob x Sadness (Abominations AU) for WIP game?💖

Tim Blob x Sadness

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Bruce was typing in his office when the door creaked open. It only came open just a tiny bit, small enough so that it could have easily been mistaken for the wind blowing it open.

He was a father to children of many strange shapes though. He knew that the odd happenings in his house were never coincidences. 

He forced himself to keep typing, only track the small blob of shadows with the corner of his eyes. The room was dim, there were plenty of shadows. Tim could have easily crossed in a straight line, but instead, he stuck to the corners. How Tim crossed space and how he revealed himself to the world were two of his biggest tells on how he was feeling. A happy Tim was one that took up space, poking into everyone's windows, whispering between many siblings at once, being happily spread out like a chatty, blinking jam. An unhappy, insecure Tim was one that stayed balled up, that confined himself into a tiny gnarl of trembling shadows.

The Tim that crawled along the crack where the floorboard met the wall, steadily but furtively making his way to Bruce, was an unhappy one.

Bruce kept typing, letting Tim come to him instead of forcing him into the light.

The inky ball of eyes and shadows crossed Bruce's rug and then eight of those little hands began tugging on the edge of Bruce's pant leg. The delicate fingers brushed along his skin, tightening on the fabric, before Tim slowly began pulling himself up.

The tangle of eyes and shadows moved up his leg with quick determined movements.

It only took a few seconds, before Tim was settling on Bruce's lap, like a dark void of a cat.

Tim sitting on his lap was one of the reasons Bruce always worked at a desk with his legs firmly planted in shadows. Over the years, Tim had spent hours on Bruce’s lap, both as a boy and a blob. When Bruce first brought him home and Tim was still too willing to be out of way, Bruce would find whatever shadow the boy curled himself up into, pick him up, and then plop him onto his lap.

He knew Tim liked it. After being ignored and locked up in a room for so long, Tim took joy in being present and wanted. His body would relax, melting from the tight shape of a little boy into a literal puddle as he was lulled to sleep by gentle pets. As he got more confident, he stretched out his shadows more, all his arms and their multitude of eyes, curiously exploring. Sometimes he would watch and comment on Bruce’s work. Sometimes he would inquisitively stuff his grabby little fingers into drawers and folders.

As Tim grew older and he got both more confident and more curious, he began to look more like a great octopus, with his mouth moving at 100mph to guide Bruce through a complicated fact pattern and a dozen of his arms waving whatever random item he found. Turning items in his hands (even if he had dozens of them) helped him think.

He also began spending less time in Bruce’s lap, more content to take a fuller shape.

Except for when he was uneasy, then he went back to being the tightly compacted ball of yarn.

[the-one-whos-just-here]

I was bored so I decided to draw my Oc in her ✨original form✨ aka an undertale fangirl Oc

I don’t wanna fall back into my undertale phase but drawing her like this again makes me miss it and I wanna draw her more. I wanna make a comic with her 😭

anyways here's a bit about her (no this is probably not possible I don't even think PJ can even make anything living AND I made her when I was like 11 so back off)

Meet TigerLily or just Lily for short

Lily is an extension of Pj. She's the consciousness of an ink blob left behind from Pj attempting to make something living. That strong amount of magic is what made her conscious.

Pronouns: Lily is an ink blob. She doesn't have a gender. She accepts all pronouns but uses she/her most commonly since that's what her form represents.

Personality: Although Lily can be a tell-you-what-you-want-to-hear type of person, when she doesn't feel like listening, she'll be straight forward not caring what the outcome of her words can cause. She'll keep a smile on her face while she tells you things that will be soul crushing. Besides that, she's a very energetic giggly one.

Characteristics: Lily doesn't really have any morals or values, and hardly any opinions. It's harder for her to distinguish what's right from wrong since values differentiates in every AU. She's a very gullible and oblivious person listening to whatever one might ask of her if she believes they hold a greater power over her.

Appearance: Lily is sort of a skelinkton her "bones" being dried up paint in a skeleton form. She has a green ink blob coming from her skull to form her "hair", she wears a blue and green jacket with a black bodysuit, some shorts, a pink and yellow boot, and a red beanie with some purple fingerless gloves. She has Tigerlily flower shape paint stain on her cheek (hence her name)

Powers(?): Lily doesn't really have powers. Shes not a Sans so no blue magic, gaster blasters and whatnot. What she uses to fight is just...herself? she uses the ink off herself to create things. She would break her own arm off to release the ink inside her to form any kind of weapon that would help her (of course these weapons wouldn't last long). It'd be pretty hard to kill her since she doesn't have a soul. Since she's nothing but an extension PJ IS her soul (obviously I haven't thought this all the way through). If her entire body gets smashed, she just becomes a huge ink blob and leaves until the ink dries up again to form her "bones". She can see where portals have been open and go through them however, she can't control where and when portal forms.

Backstory: Lily came from an inkblob left behind in the anti-void by Pj. After a LONG time she began to move. Later, she was visited by fresh, since this was the first time lily has seen any kind of life, she was immediately amazed by the tall colorful skeleton and tried to take a form that copied him exactly. (This is why she chooses to be a skeleton). She watched fresh skate off into a portal and tried following him. Even when fresh was gone she continued in that direction until she found a portal that wasn't fully closed. She opened it and fell into Underlust (and no you sick freaks Lust actually helped. You're thinking of Lusttale) This is where she took her final form. Thats why Lily is so good at drawing anatomy.

Now, she wonders around in-between worlds and time just looking for Pj. Shes doesn't know who he is, nor has she ever seen Pj and if she did, she wouldn't recognize him.

Since I mentioned him to much it feels fair for me to say Paperjam belongs to @7goodangel

[crystalkitty1220]

Said I'd post this on my birthday, so here y'all go.

Hullabaloo is by Rare Americans. | IBVS is by onebizarrekai.

I scrapped this pmv/animatic (whatever you wanna call it) because the AU had changed a lot, plus I ran out of time on the computers I was working on, plus I wanted to make some artstyle changes, etc. You can find out more about curse!ibvs here.

In case you're curious, the original script is below the cut. I made some changes while drawing, which you can probably notice, but the core is still there.

Speaking parts: Drew Isaac Edward Chris Charlie Nevin Each character other than Drew will have a blob of colors floating around their head at all times, except when stated otherwise.

(Intro) Foxfield High School, losing color and becoming the desaturated and more dangerous appearance that signifies Curse!IBVS. Drew walks into Foxfield and down one of the halls, looking a little confused at his surroundings. There’s a duller and more monstrous appearance to everything, plus all of the kids don’t seem to recognize Drew. He’s very saturated compared to the rest of them.

“Excuse the renovations, our Doberman Dalmatians.” Edward blocks Drew’s view of the art room. Edward believes Drew is a new student. After all, he’d never met this kid before. Edward just wants this new guy’s first impression not to be “This place is full of weirdos.”

“We're just making preparations for the false flag operation.” Ed making excuses and walking down the hall, Drew in tow. Isaac, with only half of his face shown, raises an eyebrow and follows.

“Anyway, your participation in The Lemming Corporation includes two full weeks paid vacation, white-washed accommodations.” Edward is still talking to Drew while walking, purposefully blocking half of Isaac’s face every time the trumpet in the song makes a noise. Whenever Ed isn’t blocking it, something else is conveniently blocking it from the camera’s view.

“At the company plantation, there's a safe sensation, bottomless libations with your full cooperation.” Isaac ignores Edward and joins in with the tour, walking around Drew in a clockwise direction so the other half of his face still cannot be seen. At “full cooperation” Drew tugs on Isaac’s sleeve, and Isaac stops.

“Thank you for your patience…” Isaac says this, confused, and turns his head, so the drawing half of his face is finally on-screen and very much moving. Drew isn’t really scared at this part, just frightened/surprised.

“We're here to help, we're here to help you! You need not worry 'bout that” Edward interrupts and quickly tries to distract Drew from Isaac. At the five guitar strums, everywhere around Drew flickers into a colorful void. The colors are actually Edward and Isaac’s emotions, but Drew doesn’t realize this yet.

“Hullabaloo, hullabaloo, hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo” Drew, now panicking, looks around the void, and suddenly feels something touch his shoulder (this is Isaac, trying to see if Drew is okay, but Drew and the viewers are unable to see him). He freaks out and dashes down the invisible hallway, running into invisible walls and eventually finding an invisible corner to turn. There are different colors in the place he ends up in.

“Doom is the mood in the room.” The void fades back into reality, the colors fading away to reveal Chris and Charlie, arguing in an empty classroom. Neither have noticed Drew. No emotion colors at all in this part or the next.

“Evil looms, darkness lurks. Safety in numbers, members perks! Things are sad, they will get worse. We want you bad, this army church!” Chris appears to switch between different sides of the argument, but it’s actually him and Charlie arguing and flipping between who’s controlling Chris’ body.

“The fence is not a safe place for you to stay. Don't think you understand the forces at play!” They argue more, and Drew gets a headache so he holds his head in his hands.

“Care for a Serviette, James?” The room fades into colors once more, and Drew slumps against the invisible wall, head still in hands.

“You got Kool-Aid, kid, all over your face! Hear my words, sing my song…” Drew watches the colors swap places as the person speaking switches. That’s strange, ‘cause he was told Charlie wasn’t stuck with Chris anymore.

“Opportunities knockin, ding-ding-ity-dong!” Drew returns to reality, with Chris and Charlie talking to him. Charlie knocks on Drew’s head at the “ding-ding-ity-dong!” part, in an “earth to the new kid, wakey wakey” fashion.

“We're encrypted, subscripted, soldiers of the brand. Homo-lookalikes, million-man marching band.” Charlie points out that Drew looks so much like Nevin. Chris wants to leave this kid alone.

“So let me look ya in the eye straight when I ask ya!” Charlie talks to Drew, but Drew ignores him and stands up.

“Will you take my word? Will ya take my hand?” Drew wobbles over to the door, Charlie still talking to him in the background.

“Shake it, shake it, shake it! Shake my goddamn ole, wrinkly hand!” Drew looks down the hall and sees Edward’s and Isaac’s emotion colors getting closer (Drew has a sort of ‘shit, not again’ look), before he gets blinded by their and Chris/Charlie’s emotions again.

“Hullabaloo, hullabaloo, hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo! (Hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo)” Drew once again panics and runs through the colors, occasionally running into the walls of the invisible hallway.

“I got this buzzin' in my ear, it's here for good I fear, my dear.” He eventually gets far enough away that he can kinda see the hallway, and opens a difficult-to-see door he recognizes leads out to behind the school. He runs through the door, slams it closed and sits against the wall next to it.

“Got these spots in my sights like I can't turn out the lights…” He closes his eyes, holding his forehead.

“Sweat drips from my palms all day long. Don't wanna fuck this up man, I can't get this wrong! It's clear in my mind as a traffic jam, I think there might be something wrong with Uncle” A new set of colors fades in, returning Drew to utter blindness. He looks up, scared, and watches where he guesses the source of the colors is. The colors drop down to the point where the source (or a barely visible silhouette?) would be at eye level with Drew, and remain frozen like that for the entirety of “I think there might be something wrong with uncle-”.

“Graham…” Drew can once again see and the source of the emotions is revealed to be Nevin, who has carefully placed his hands on Drew’s shoulders reassuringly.

“It's calm in my head as a high-speed chase.” Drew and Nevin stand up, and Drew hugs Nevin. Nevin is surprised and sad, keeping his arms at least a few inches away from Drew.

“Got those memories man, that you can't erase.” Drew talks to Nevin, and Nevin gives a reassuring smile.

“I do what I gotta do.” Drew backs away and pulls on Nevin’s wrist to get him to run, and Nevin accidentally grabs onto Drew’s arm for support, causing Drew to grip his own arm and cry out in pain. Nevin steps back, horrified. His expression softens and shadows shield his face.

“Just run away from that” He then turns around to face the door and speaks. He knows Drew isn’t meant to be here (though he thinks Drew is a ghost or something). The world once again flickers into colors.

“Hullabaloo! Hullabaloo!” Drew stays for a moment, but decides to just start running the opposite direction of Nevin’s emotions, still holding onto his own injured arm.

“Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo!” He runs far enough that the colors start fading away again.

“Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-” While running, suddenly a circular portal appears in front of him. He doesn’t have time to stop before he trips through it-

“-baloo!” -and finds himself on the floor of his bedroom, having fallen onto his injured arm. Afterward, he assumes he simply had a nightmare and fell off his bed, hurting his arm in the process.

[bounderbibaker]

+WARNING ME MINOR+

Name: Bounder | Allegro

Aesthetic:

Neon Green Outline (Represent Code and Changes to Inverted Colors of whatever is behind it when he’s not in the Anti-Void)

Clothing \ They all have Vibrant red Line Running Across them

Thin Sportswear Jacket, with hood

Full Head Helmet/Face Guard

Black Cargo-Pants + Utility Belt + Heavy Duty Boots

Physical Appearance:

Head: One of their eyes are Completely gone and the other is cracked in two as it’s made of magic

Body: They are missing parts of ribs and a few ribs are just floating in place from magic

Arms + Legs: Slight Fracturing that is filled in by Red Code Lines

Bonus Things:

Items

Hoverboard (Like the one Marty Mcfly uses)

Looks like Floppy Disk when closed

Weapon: Khopesh

Diary(-ies) and Glitterpens (Has all the Colors)

Details

Can only write and read in Wing-Dings

Fluent in Tem-Speak

Inability to word

Christmas = Christ Miss

When he is sleeping he makes Crow Sounds

Absorbed Child who had a soul made from Perseverance and Kindness in equal parts.

No longer a Papyrus as his code has changed from Absorbing a Human Soul

Once a Year every year Bounder goes up to the Omega Timeline and shows off all of the New Reset buttons he has taken that year to Core!Frisk

He isn’t allowed in so he’s Passive Aggressive over it

Experiences

Bounder has Visited Horrortale several times as he’s pulled towards it for it’s violent tendencies expecting there to be a Genocide route, but it’s the same horrendous AU it’s always been.

Bounder has Fought several people from Horrortale but never kills them. He dislikes what they do and how they are, but doesn’t care.

His Goal : To prevent the Resetting of all other AUs | Anti-Hero

Characterization:

Nickname: Karasu Satsujin

Height: 7’2” | Width: 2’3”

Weight: 400 lbs (Base) 180 lbs (Midknight Raven)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 25 Years Old

Gender: Male

Pronouns: Genderfluid | A/Fuckin/Problem

Physical Disabilities:

Partial Blind-ness | Mostly Cannot see things clearly unless he’s completely focusing himself to see that thing

Most things just look like color blobs

He can see things as long as he or his magic is directly touching them | If indirectly then it’s only a couple inches

Constant Numb Feeling in his Lower-Half

Sometimes his Lower Body just gives out and he can’t feel it

Physical Strengths:

Relatively Good Reaction Times | Only this good due to them having to have fought other people in different AUs

Strong: Bounder is very strong and actually surpassed Undyne in his AU

Stamina: Bound is relatively fast and can run for quite a long time, he chooses not to as to not exhaust himself.

Bounder has the ability to use his Glitching to his advantage which he can (Currently) glitch objects from predetermined Locations into his hands/area near him

Weaknesses:

Has to take time and energy to use just one of the Magic Types

To use just his Monster Soul’s Magic he has to focus hard

He cannot see people when his ranged magic is touching them so Range is fuckin Hell for him

His Spine is severely Damaged | He is still able to walk and move around normally with significant grace, but this is only due to his Perseverance and Kindness enabling him to move and fold as such | When it wears off randomly for short periods of time he will topple over and fall

The Kindness and Perseverance can wear off Randomly for Intervals of 5 seconds

Favorite Things:

Food: Cobbler | Blueberry Cobbler is Fave <3 

Drink: Cherry Limeade | Anything Fruity

Enjoys Consistency in Things

He enjoys wearing cutesy things and stuff, including Cat Ears

Likes to Bite Others

Disliked/Afraid of Things:

Cats | He just is scared of cats because they give off Inconsistent Vibes

Doctors and Therapists | Bounder doesn’t trust any one who is directly a doctor and/or therapist, he will actively have all of his weapons out around him as he makes sure they stay within 6-9 feet of him, no closer or farther as he doesn’t trust them.

List of Adopted Children;

Tea | @10beanie01 - Tumblr 

[zkylearnstherope]

One More

Featuring @muffledexplosion162 's OCs. The following story takes place in their Beyond!AU.

Dark Purple could only stare at the unexpected visitor in their kitchen.

They were still a bit groggy, but their senses are already heightened up. With a sword in hand, they pointed it towards the stranger.

"How the hell did you get inside my house!?"

They were distracted by smell of cooking food. It was an unusual smell and Dark Purple has never smelled anything like it.

At that same moment, they notice Aqua standing near them. Almost in trance staring at the one cooking.

Cooking?

"[Do you want it crunchy or savoury?]"

The stranger never even turned around to face them but their colour was undoubtedly, "[A]? What are you doing here? And how did you-"

"[I brought the ingredients myself. Even this mini stove. But I am using your utensils. I will just wash them later.]"

"Huh? I-" Morning light finally enters the room illuminating he/r more.

"[Crunchy or savoury?]"

"I don't know." Dark Purple was too distracted by the black blob on [A]'s head. It was Malus, biting down hard.

"I will kill you. How did you get in here!? I was awake this whole time!", he grumbles between sharp teeth.

"Are you alright with that thing on your head?"

[A] looks up for a bit. "[Oh right, the cheese! I brought some to show you. I will add it to your sandwich as well.]" S/he then pulls more ingredients from a black pocket of void beside he/r.

"Malus is biting your head."

"I will rip you apart, and torture all your loved ones. I know you can hear me." Malus then slowly move down to bite the back of [A]'s shoulder.

S/he stops moving for a bit, then turns to Aqua. "[I forgot to ask you. Crunchy or savoury?]"

"Savoury, please."

Dark Purple couldn't help but smile. Aqua is just waving their leg like a child. Their elbow propped on the small table watching [A] assemble the sandwiches.

A few minutes later. S/he adds in the meat and start toasting.

None of them has heard or seen cheese before, but whatever it was, it has distracted even Malus who was just chewing [A]'s hair seconds ago.

They all sat on the table, just patiently waiting.

"[One for you… One for you… and you too, you tiny beast.]"

"I am not tiny. I will still ki-"

The three of them have stopped talking. Just savouring this new food that their visitor has brought them.

Dark Purple might've cried a tear or two, but they decided to hold it back in.

Instead, it was Malus who started screeching. "What is this!? Give the rest of it to me." He was about to bite [A] again, before he realizes that he has a second sandwich.

"[I can make more for everyone. Just ask.]" S/he flashes them a cool smile as s/he starts prepping the ingredients for three more sandwiches.

"Can you teach me?" Aqua asked before moving their chair closer to [A]. S/he gives them a slight nod, then starts showing Aqua how to make them too.

The one Aqua made didn't look as appetizing but Dark Purple enjoyed it very much. This time, they decided to not hold back.

With probably a tiny tear or two, they asked, "Can I get one more?"

THE END

This story came from us talking here on Tumblr yesterday. The original concept was supposed to be funny, but I decided to go on a different route for this one.

[moonlitphoenixflight]

In Stars and Time AU with shapeshifting aliens (Of Void and Light) [part 3]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4] [part 5]

Needed to have changeling biology before the political corruption stuff so this one is changeling biology

Biology

In part 1 I mentioned changelings reproduce through basically-mitosis. This is because I am asexual and want it to be that way.

More details of how that works specifically is that a changeling who wants to create another changeling will split off a small piece of themselves, and turn that piece into a sort of egg. The parent will then put the egg into a solution of various concentrated magical substances, mimicking what The Stars did to create changelings in the first place.

Because of the way the egg is created, changeling twins do not exist under normal circumstances. Two could be created in quick succession, but not twins.

After an amount of time, the egg hatches into a small amorphous blob. This stage is the little baby stage. The baby changeling is still obtaining sentience, so its unable to choose a form for itself. During this time, the parent will design a child form. What it is varies among different cultures, but on Xiriel, its a form that perfectly mimics that of whatever the dominant sentient species is on the planet the moonship is anchored to. The perfect mimicry includes things like organs, pain receptors, sometimes even allergies.

The only way to actually kill a changeling is to use specific magic designed to unravel its soul. This is because changelings can shapeshift to remove any damage caused to their forms, and though they require sustenance, they can go into a hibernation until there's a situation where they can get more if they need to.

However, in a form that contains all the functions of, for example, a human body, a changeling can theoretically experience sensations practically indistinguishable from death. If organs are not shapeshifted away or repaired, they will behave as normal, able to be injured and shut down. Of course, this still isn't actual death. A changeling would still be able to shapeshift at any point, and even if they didn't, it wouldn't be longer than a few minutes before their consciousness redistributes into the whole of their body, and it becomes obvious that they are not in fact dead.

If a changeling didn't know they could shapeshift, perhaps because they lost their memories, the time up until a few minutes after 'death' would be seen exactly as such by the individual. Any magic that operates based on the subjective perception of the user would register it as an actual death well before the difference could be observed.

After that little tangent, its back to the lifecycle. While changelings can shapeshift into whatever they want, they also have one or more 'true forms' at any given point, which they do not have to think about the specific details of in order to shapeshift into them. To add or change one of their 'true forms', changelings go into a metamorphosis, creating a cocoon and focusing on the form in a sort of meditative trance for around 2-5 weeks.

Since a baby changeling, at the stage in which they would go through their first metamorphosis, is still only barely sentient, the parent stays with the baby and focuses on the child form instead.

In the early portion of the child stage, from an outside perspective, the new changeling develops similarly to an adolescent human. In actuality, since any brain or growable pieces of a changeling are results of shapeshifting, in this stage they are theoretically as mature as an adult human. The reason they are not yet considered adults is because changelings measure maturity with a combination of knowledge, practical life experience, and whether or not the changeling has created an 'adult form'.

The final stage of a changeling's lifecycle is when they design a form for themselves, and go through a metamorphosis to make it one of their 'true forms'. When a changeling chooses to do this varies. Typically, its anywhere from one to eight hundred years before a changeling assumes an adult form, though upwards of multiple thousands of years are not unheard of (especially among the royal family of Xiriel). It is exceptionally rare for a changeling to do this in under 80-90 years.

Next

Wuh Oh

[sneakypunmaster]

Sleepless Night

(targeted advertising to creatively tell someone to go to bed)

“Y O U” a gravely voice whisper shouts from the void to the offending artist.

Turning to face the sudden interruption, Maria did an out of sync slow blink. Like a lizard with no concept of thyme lazily staring down an offending bug. The bug in question was a dark blue blob with some gold accents here and there. It was an odd sight to see in the dark of their room and even though a corner of Maria’s mind screamed about how the ‘hat man’ was finally here to whisk her away to the unknown. Another part of Maria’s mind, a much deeper and more personal part whispered that they knew this offending blob.

There was no mistaking it, this offending blob was a familiar personification of a skrunkly. A skrunkly, Maria knew very, very well. For they had once spent countless hours designing this character over and over again, even going as far as to hide a poorly drawn version away from others. Away from any judgement that may match the internal “ew no” Maria experienced when first experimenting with the character’s appearance.

‘This was It’ Maria thought to herself ‘I finally snapped’ their thoughts continued on as they took in the sight before them. It was a character they had written for one of their AUs that had gotten significantly popular. Moon or CS Moon for short stood before her with an unimpressed expression on his face. The faint glowing of decorative stars lighting up the very much ‘tired all of this and everyone’ nightly god. Highlighting a softness to his form that was currently not present in Moon’s expression.

“What are you doing?”

The question was clearly rhetorical and yet Maria moved to answer it. Opening their mouth to speak only to have Moon shush them,

“When-“ Moon spoke in a language Maria was all too familiar and yet unfamiliar with. The foreign language danced around her ears like an unintelligible melody. Something that would never be understood by such simple ears and yet sounded like a beautiful language at the same time. Even though Maria couldn’t understand they guessed it wasn’t said in the brightest light their ears had heard it in. Moon looked about as grouchy as ever, like a disappointed parent catching their child up and dancing at night.

“-told me that everything and everyone was a story book character in an alternate world. I should have known better than to indulge them” he wiped a hand down his face agonisingly slow. As if the thought itself was more than enough of a reminder of how he ended up in this place.

“What are you t-“ Maria couldn’t even get a word in before Moon sent them a sharp glare. A glare sharp enough to cut air and silence those around the god and silent Maria fell. Mouth thinning out into the thinnest of lines as they subconsciously gulped and leaned back in their chair. While Maria knew Moon would never hurt her, she still decided to let him take the reins of this conversation. After all, their mind and body felt like jello. Like a leaf in the wind, floating along to whatever was going on and just existing alongside the invisible tides. Though they would never admit it, Maria was too tired for this.

How sleep deprived was Maria? She had no idea but judging by how life-like and realistic Moon looked, she knew she had just crossed some sort of border. A boundary between waking sleep and sleepless night or whatever the right word was — this was taking up too much mental energy to name. Seemingly already out of it, it took Maria a full minute to realise someone was talking to them. But who was talking to them again? Oh right, Moon…or well one of their Moons. Out of all the Moons in the world, Maria was glad they were hallucinating about this one. After all, they didn’t want to get mauled without their trusted lume 5000 flashlight.

“Did you even hear what I was saying?” Moon’s unimpressed tone caught Maria off guard. Causing her to splutter and look up at the fictional god in confusion,

“s-sorry uhhh…what?”

Maria cringed at the tone of their own voice, sounding scratchy and exhausted despite being wide awake. Knowing this was all most likely an odd little dream, the least traumatic form of sleep paralysis they had ever experienced. Maria just blinked up at Moon once more and earned a sigh from the skrunkly in return.

“When was the last time you slept?”

The question was simple and yet Maria found herself counting on her fingers. Staring off into space in thought before forgetting what she was supposed to be even doing in the first place. Making a quick pop sound with their mouth, Maria looked up at Moon almost expectantly. Almost as if Maria’s brain would communicate through the dream character and tell them what amount of time had passed since they last slept. Instead of this however, Moon let out another long sigh. Shaking his head once the god of night already knew the answer, it had been too long. Far too long one too many times for what was considered healthy for mortals.

Rushing to reassure the figment of their imagination, Maria opens their mouth to speak, “I’m really not that ti-“ only to be interrupted by an involuntary yawn.

This did not seem to impress Moon as much as Maria had hoped. Shifting his weight from one side to the other the night spoke his final question,

“Why are you even awake?”

Ah, this was something Maria could answer. Pulling out their pathetic excuse of a phone, Maria held it up in the air. Waving it around a bit as the smart phone was already one foot in the grave as it tried not to heave out its hard drives. This gesture only seemed to confuse the centuries old god. Rather that was because phones had not been invented in its time or rather because it just didn’t understand where Maria was going with this. But that’s ok, they would explain it to him,

“This is my phone” they started off slowly so that Moon could keep up, “I’m writing the next chapter on it…but it’s a little hard. There’s lines of dialog I don’t think Éclipse would say” Maria explains like it’s nothing. Though there is a tint of frustration in their voice.

“Éclipse?”

“Oh um don’t worry about it” Maria tries to awkwardly segway away from the topic and doesn’t fail to live up to the awkward part at all. Turning back to her desk, Maria accidentally drops the half-dead phone and splutters to pick it up. Quickly turning it on and off to make sure it was somehow still working despite being on its last leg and luckily it was still going. Maria turned back to the awaiting god of night and looked up at him. Sheepishly trying to hide the wobbly smile on their features with an awkward laugh. Causing Moon to squint his eyes at them, clearly this display was not working as much as they had hoped.

“You need to go to sleep”

Moon emphasises on the word ‘need’ and frankly Maria silently agrees with him. But there was no way she could sleep, not like this. Already having crossed the point of no return centuries ago, Maria opens her mouth to protest,

“But I need to get this chapter out. If I could just figure out how t-“

“No”

Maria’s words are cut off by Moon taking a step forward through the darkness of their room. Body highlighted by the faintest streaks of light as the early morning sun teased its arrival and the start of a fresh day peaking out from beyond the horizon.

“You can get back to writing later, but for now you must sleep”

Moon reiterates in a much stronger and more commanding voice. Causing Maria to whine in protest, unable to come up with a good comeback other than ‘I’m not tired’ and ‘I’ve stayed up later before’ knowing that would not help her case here.

“…b-but I can’t sleep”

Maria tries to explain and at this it seems Moon understands. Looking the tired artist over before looking back up at them and doing something Maria had never expected from him. Moon smiled at Maria, actually smiled and the smile caused the artist in question to pause. Leaning back in their chair, Maria knew what he was planning. After all they did design and write Moon. Whatever dream-state mirage this was, Maria knew what was in store for them.

“Do you want to sleep?”

“I mean yeah b-“

“Then you shall sleep~”

The god of the night said so smoothly and softly it was almost jarring compared to how Moon usually spoke. Knowing what was to come, Maria’s eyes widened in realisation as they say their own fictional character audibly begin to sing a foreign melody. Moon didn’t even get to sing the first line of the lullaby before Maria promptly passed out. Out like a light and laying slump against her chair as Moon took note of the soft rising and falling of her chest.

Smirking to himself, Moon pat himself on the back. This was a new record, no mortal he had crossed paths with before had been this sleep deprived. Looking over the sleeping artist once more Moon made sure they were ok before grabbing a nearby blanket and tossing it over their sleeping form. Doing one last look over before whispering a simple little, “Good night”

“Alright, I’m ready to come back now. If you told anyone I left the celestial realm. I’ll remind the higher gods you pushed me into this world”

Moon grumbled impatiently at the open air of the room. Back turned to Maria as he awaited the familiar portal to open up and step through it. Shooting a glare at the guilty god in question as he silently curses himself for having let his guard down so easily.

@pillowspace I mean this lovingly when I say, “go to bed, you sleepless heathen”

[im-here-too-i-guess]

Hey @lulu-nightbon

*pokes you with a stick

So I had this random thought about an au. So like, take Ambesh and Dusek, but make them this sorta Venom kinda thing.

So this would be more like.... ok so something happened to the Soul Devouring Mirror, which caused Ambesh and Dusek to just suddenly be free of it.

How it happened they don't know.

Dusek just sticks to what he always did, hanging onto Ambesh like a parasite and taking his magic for whatever reason. He doesn't need it to live, since he's been living before without it.

I guess it's just habit now. But anyways, so then Dusek becomes this annoying little parasite but also not parasite thing. He whispers Ambesh to do things like steal people's souls or something.

Ambesh doesn't do that because you know.

Ambesh and Dusek are now just living their lives in the outside world after staying in a blasted mirror for so long. Ambesh is made from a mirror yes, but even he doesn't feel particularly happy about being trapped in one.

Even less Dusek, who has been trapped in there so long he can't even remember what or why he was even there in the first place. It was just so long.

Ambesh and Dusek are twins, so they're gonna have that annoying sibling energy to each other. They'll insult each other on the fly and then ask what they want to eat.

Dusek is a fucking eldritch horror when he wants to be, him being basically a blob helps with that, and since he's void there's just this primal feeling of unease when he makes himself known.

Oh! Dusek may or may not also be living inside of Ambesh.

Ambesh is basically just glass anyway.

...

They'll be fine.

Probably.

[farceargon]

Gordon rounded the corner slowly, disappointed by the equally dark corridor that spanned ahead of him. Since the cascade most of the lights were shot, gone dark thanks to the disaster in the chamber.

He enjoyed cave-diving in his spare time when he could afford it, but swimming through the halls of Black Mesa was a different experience. They weren’t supposed to be flooded, pitch-black or filled with unnerving ambience. The water was supposed to stay in its respective rooms and outside the facility.

Holding his harpoon close and ready, Gordon used his other hand to flick the HEV suit’s flashlight on. For the last while he’d been relying on the few flickering lights overhead or sparking machinery along the walls, cautious about giving his position away to… Well he didn’t know. Just in case.

After a resonance cascade he had every right to be paranoid.

Debris drifted lazily past the flashlight’s hazy beam as he scanned ahead. Broken machines and scattered office supplies littered the otherwise empty hallway—

At the far end, where the corridor met another, he saw it. 

The body of a scientist lay crushed against the floor by rubble. He imagined the face would be one contorted into dead terror, only he couldn’t make it out. Curled around and across the corpse were strange growths, like the fluffy tentacles of an oversized jellyfish.

Aiming the light up hesitantly, Gordon recoiled in the water and gripped his harpoon tightly in both hands.

Another scientist, body beyond mangled. It was almost comical with the way their tie floated in the water, seemingly untouched by the rest of their horrific mutation. A semi-translucent blob encompassed the space where the head should’ve been. Two small tentacles waved back and forth in the flooded space, while he could barely make out another two embedded into the scientist’s chest.

The arms were long and gangly, ending in absurdly elongated clawed fingers. Webbing had burst from the sides, connecting them together in a means of underwater locomotion. 

Trailing back down to the legs, a conclusion was reached. 

They cut off at the knee, twisting and contorting into the tentacles wrapped around the unfortunate soul below. The creature was still as if content. 

It was feeding.

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Half-Life: Shores and Half-Life: Depths are my AU! Essentially the plot of the original two games but taking place on an Earth that almost entirely flooded. Few landmasses remain as small islands. Floating settlements and cities on stilts dot the oceans, housing the last of humanity.

Black Mesa's experiments sought to discover a different, empty world where they could drain the sea to reclaim the continents. Unfortunately things didn't go as planned, opening to the complete opposite. A huge, abyssal void called Xyn.

The entire facility promptly filled with water. Not just that, but alien monstrosities from Xyn as well.

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These beasts are called Headclumps thanks to how they clump together in hallways and latch onto the heads of unfortunate victims.

They're a form of deep-sea Cnidaria who live a parasitic lifestyle. Where they come from, Headclumps let off a small glow to lure in unsuspecting predators. Once close enough the parasites will latch onto the heads of large fish, digging their rearmost tentacles into their nervous system.

After releasing a paralyzing toxin the Headclumps will assume control of the host. It will hunt and feed as normal, though the nutrients will be absorbed by the parasite instead.

When the creature dies (usually as a result of the parasite) the Headclump will lay its eggs inside the corpse before unlatching. The young will consume the body for sustenance after hatching, so the cycle begins anew.

They weren't really designed for... Human hosts.

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LOTS OF WRITING SORRY. This AU has just been on my brain for a whiiile and I've finally made something for it :]

Sneak peak at another beastie on the page too.

[nevertheless-moving]

stormlight au number 27. Elhokar and Kaladin time travel from Oathbringer to Way of Kings.

IMPORTANT: kaladin and elhokar develop weird unhealthy codependent situationship.

(MAJOR Oathbringer spoilers below)

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Kaladin isn't pulled away by Adolin when he has his meltdown over Elhokar's death, over not being able to Save Everyone, and instead clings to Elhokar's dying body as a symbol of his failures. When Kaladin is killed in the confusion, something - the universe/ sja anat/ tattered pieces of honor and odium / hey maybe even adolnesium themselves who knows is like - errr. What. nope. Not my special boy!  Go back, Try Again. 

Kaladin wakes up in Way Of Kings, maybe a highstorm or two before the Tower. Kaladin is just like ah i see eternal damnation. Eternal damnation for my failures. Takes a little time before even considering the idea of time travel. Fortunately his attitude and response to thinking he's been consigned to everlasting ironic torment is remarkably similar to his response to the events of the first book, so a few days go by before the bridgecrew notices he's more fucked up than usual. 

Elhokar wakes up and (i enjoy the idea of THE COSMERE ITSELF SAVING KALADIN STORMBLESSED! and also Elhokar is there!) has no idea what to do. Testy with both thadeus and dalinar. Figures out some lightweaving. Maybe passes an order that the bridgemen should all have shields, in case Kaladin doesn't remember the future either, as a little goodwill present. After a couple more days he sneaks out to thadeus's bridgemen barracks to ask the hero for help, since none of the other kholins are responding to his leading mention of things he saw in 'dreams'.

Obviously he's not going to show his actual face when the guy who murdered him is in the room.

Dark amorphous blob with glowing blue eyes entering the barracks: Greetings Stormbles - do you all just sleep on the floor? And what is that smell? Heralds, this is depressing. Bridge four: WHAT THE - VOIDBRINGER! VOID- Kaladin : calm down, men, that's not what a voidbringer looks like. I think...its an unmade? Are there unmades in damnation? Only - that voice...do i...know you... Dark amorphous blob with glowing blue eyes: well, looking around, i suppose i can see why you would think this is braize, but come on, we're not actually dead and the almighty sent us ...here... for a reason. I need you to do your hero thing, huphup. Kaladin: ...shallan? Dark amorphous blob with glowing blue eyes: I suppose I am glad for the memory confirmation, but do i look - ugh - okay for hopefully obvious reasons i'm not going to put my true face on, so don't be an idiot and blurt out my real name, but i can probably wear the, ah, outfit she picked for me in Kholinar [Amorphous dark blob turns into pretty light eyed woman]: tada! Bridgefour: uh Teft: storms...you're one of them too...i think... Skar: does anyone else feel like we're in more danger now? Like better we were found with a voidbringer in our quarters than a brightlady? Drehy: no, i agree Hobber: shh! We're finally getting the captain's mysterious backstory ! Bissig: i TOLD you guys he must have got involved with a brightlady Leyten: and i bet on voidbringers which we all agreed was 10 to 1 so i'm pretty sure i'm winning Kaladin: Kaladin: [starting to tear up] Brightlady: uh Kaladin: [grabbing brightlady and audibly sobbing] Brightlady: UH Teft: storms you really broke him  Brighlady: what! I have no idea whats happening! He doesn't even like me! You all must have done something to him! Kaladin:  i thought...i failed you...that I cohldnt save you...i saw you get stab ed Brightlady: oh...huh. you really take that 'protect everyone' thing seriously. Do you do this every time someone you're guarding gets hurt? Moash: yeah... he's pretty much always like this Bridge four: [general nods of agreement] Brightlady: [awkwardly patting kaladin on the back]: well. The good news is i'm much more stab resilient now! Aha. Still would prefer not to... Kaladin: [weeping] Brightlady: come on bridgeman, there's a desolation coming remember? Saving the world and all that? Rest of bridge four: 

Anyway Elhokar somewhat intentionally leads the non Kaladin members of bridge four to believe that the actual Elhokar is dead, and that he (she? No, he, i think. Maybe they? Just - just go by what face i'm wearing!) has taken the king's place through dark magics. He assumes that the bridgemen will like him better if they think he's some sort of unholy kingkilling blood sorcerer, as opposed to the actual elhokar kholin.

Depressingly, he's right.

Unhealthy situationship! They both see each other as a Symbol. Elokhar is the Chance to Save Everyone. Kaladin is the True Hero and Leader. Kaladin starts tutoring elohkar on how to be a good person and leader, blaming his death on not doing so earlier. 

Kaladin's ability to do so is somewhat hindered by his deep unwillingness to see elhokar in danger, and his extreme tendency to take control when he sees something wrong. He objectively recognizes that this was also dalinars problem, but still shakes like a chihuahua sometimes to avoid grabbing elhokhar by the scruff of the neck when he does something stupid. Definitely questionable how qualified kaladin is for teaching, but like. There is progress.

Elhokar uses kaladin ruthlessly as a glowing flying tool to instill fear in his highprinces, which makes kaladins skin crawl a little, but it is helping enforce a lot of social changes protecting darkeyes that he never dreamed could happen. 

Elhokar at somepoint offers to lightweave kaladin and make him king elokhar instead. 

Kaladin doesn't even know where to start unpacking that.

Intriguingly, the whole not seeing the man for the symbol thing, while being Not Great, is also the source of a bit of solid common ground for each other. A few dizzy moments in private where they connect uniquely on what it is to have no friends who are not followers. Of never being allowed to be just a man.

Also some incredibly specific trauma bonding of living through the actual apocalypse. Both have some serious issues regarding dying in the absolute shitshow that was that the unmade palace. Mutual extreme distress when elokhar accidentally lightweaves a flashback. Please imagine a servant walking in on King Elhokar and Lord Stormblessed clinging to one another and shaking on the ceiling while a nightmareish orgy of death takes place beneath them. Paid off extremely well to never discuss what she saw, not that she'd be able to explain it.

Hard to completely cover up because she ran away screaming. Couple people assume the two men were fucking, but honestly most assume by her genuine distress, i mean jokes aside, those are two very good looking men and she was, you know, screaming in terror, so almost definitely not that. Some sort of vision from the almighty? Maybe a voidbringer?? 

Bridgefour, under the impression that 'elhokars' 'true form' is closer to the shadowy nightmare blob they initially saw (do you know how hard it is to lightweave invisibility? It was a rough draft, alright?), are largely convinced that she walked in on that. And maybe them fucking, uncertain about that part. They are initially supportive of their captain's potential monsterfucking (the man deserves to relax) but grow increasingly concerned about some of the red flags in their relationship. 

Anyway, needless to say, dalinar and kaladins dynamic is weird in this one. Still a fair amount of instant mututal respect. But now elhokar is cribbing shamelessly from dalinars hero journey and calling him out  on his tendency to seize power, undermining elokhar. So dalinar feels a lot more wobbly about his place. 

Apparently not even the visions from god are special, elhokar and his secret radiant (a real radiant!) had been receiving some too? Better, more useful ones even? 

And the radiant is taking his place in elhokars trust, and calling him out even MORE for not teaching elhokhar how to be a leader when he was younger, stormfather,  did you want him to fail? how did it get this bad? Fortunately, Dalinar is willing to get humble and Grow. Honestly, dalinar and kaladin are probably in a better place. More mutual trust. Less constant exchange of unpayable debts. Kaladins rank is really confusing, but theyre closer to equals than they were in canon.

Teft: lad we need to talk about you and the Uh. Lightweaver. shapeshifter? Kaladin : what? I thought you guys were warming up to eachother Lopen: gancho they're the best unholy creature i've ever met. Proper respect for herdassian women. Skar: lopen does not agree with this intervention but the rest of us are...concerned. Rock: is how he looks at you that we are worried. Like starving man looks at beloved pet axehound. Kaladin: Kaldin: what? Moash: you know i'm fond of the guy, it's like Skar said, we're a little...concerned. That he wants to, you know, kill and eat you so he can take your place. Kaladin: he wouldn't - he definitely wouldn't eat me. Teft: see, the fact that you didn't immediately argue with the 'murder you to take your place' part of that is concerning. Kaladin: he's just going through a lot. Rock: yes, but way you circle one another...again, like axehound and man, only you change places Kaladin: hes my king! and im secretly tutoring him on how to be a leader! of course our dynamic is going to be odd!  Teft: look its - he's not a normal person. He doesn't know how to...be a human, i don't think.  Kaladin: yeah, sure, I'll give you that. but he's getting better! You saw how he said thank you to sigzil the other day! Moash: kal... Kaladin: i can fix him Moash: kal

Sure hope dalinar never overhears bridgefour and elhokar talking about how glad they are that his nephew is dead and that new elhokar took his place! He definitely wouldn't go into a murderous rage and do something regrettable if he believed that were true!

Alternate Version with Solo Elhokar Time Travel Stormlight AU Masterlist