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"SO WE RISE TO THE CHALLENGE, KNOWING VICTORY IS ALREADY OURS."
-Rebecca Ross
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oc, crossover, duplicate friendly. please read rules and muse list before interacting. all canon muses, but heavily headcanon and au-based. all muses are well into adulthood.
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It seems that Dark has already awakened the want to make his grand encore. Genesis hums in thought, looking up at the tower that stands so nonchalantly in the distance.
The thought of toppling the building over tempts him, but... ah, the collateral damage may not be too good there. He knows that Tifa wouldn't be too happy about that.
He feels the telltale twitching in his left shoulder, a reminder of things he didn't much like about himself, but for once it'd have its uses.
"Can you fly? I'd say from the top down. Let the President watch as his empire crashes and burns all around him..."
Closing his eyes for a moment, he grunts softly as he summons his singular black wing, getting ready to take off, but he opts to wait until he knows whether Dark can fly or not. If he can then great, he can follow. If not then he can carry the other up.
"It's about time I made my big encore. Thanks for giving me the push I needed."
dark grins so widely now it hurts. "oh, can i ever fly," he says. he's never needed his wristbands to lift himself up, but they do make flight ever so much easier. which, he's demonstrating right now, by effortlessly lifting up into the air, now hovering up above genesis' head and staring downward.
"so, top downward it is," he says, as casually as one might sound while suggesting where to get food from. "i'm eager to see things light on fire," he continues. stretching his arms out in front of him, he waits to see what genesis does before flying even further upward. sparks of flame begin flickering from his fingertips on his right hand. from his left, his vira blade is conjured and ready to be used.
at this point, it doesn't even matter what collateral damage, or side effects to this excursion might occur. dark doesn't know or care about anyone save for genesis, but that's all the more fun for himself. if the heat of whatever aftermath is focused on him, then all the better for genesis then, isn't it?
besides, this is what dark was created for.
once again having thoughts about this guy:
i want to write him so badly, but i think the fandom for these games is so nonexistent. there's even hardly any fanfiction for the games. like 800 results sure, but there should be more.
the world needs more chuck!
it is spring, new beginnings abound. and yet, only death plagues the adeptal mind⸻ flowers are bare consolation without friends to accompany them. friends that are now long gone, who once danced amongst the petal-scented air. perhaps it's choleric to find their blooms irritating, but as xiao sits, elbow pressed onto his knee as a brace, he feels nothing but a gentle, upset thrum through his body.
chongyun is a good student. and so, xiao feels a bite of guilt at his gloom, at how it must affect the boy's perception of him. he has never been a good teacher. even ganyu, familiar with his gripes, has said so. the art of evil conquering has embedded into his bones already⸻ his attempt to pass it on is stilted and uncanny. but chongyun is patient and listens, answers his lofty questions earnestly, and for that, xiao is grateful. it is best to appreciate these moments, when joy and preference are still abound. is that the meaning of spring?
“ what do you think of the afterlife? ” he says in response, simply avoiding his answer. “ do you believe the dead sing for the new season, ushering in prosperity? think beyond the self. exorcism is tied to the soul, and as such must be considered by it. ”
"the afterlife?" chongyun has NEVER actually considered what life would be after death before. he probably should, but the topic had never naturally come up. his family and clan had instilled a need to train and work constantly, keep himself calm at all costs. the after had never been a subject of conversation, and he'd never thought to ask.
though he does recall while as a child, his grandmother briefly mentioning it once, but his parents had quickly shushed her and urged him to continue his meditations. now he feels guilty for not holding much of an opinion to give to xiao.
"i don't know," chongyun responds honestly. "working with death, i guess i always assumed that i, and everyone else, would end up as one of the spirits we fight and cleanse. it would all contribute to the cycle of life, would it not?"
he watches xiao to see if his answer is correct. not that there should be any correct answer to this question ― chongyun is well aware that this isn't some test he'll be graded on. it's just... xiao's opinion of him is important.
"i suppose, i should take some time to ponder this a lot more," chongyun admits after, a little more reluctantly. "my clan instilled a greater need to train and work, to forget my sense of self in favor of duty. we never discussed death for ourselves before."
i have been s l a c k i n g on drafts, and they piled up.
at this point i don't even know where i am in my tracker, everything is a mess.
BUT. i did throw 5 drafts in the queue! so progress has and is slowly being made.
i do apologize, i'm just so tired and exhausted these days and don't have as much energy as i used to T_T. i try though!
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“bluebird is referring to me, by the way. just in case you needed that blatant reminder.”
“just like you needed with everything else.”
@pinchofdeceit asked: the beast reaches out, tap-tapping pure vanilla's shoulder a split-second before he announces his entrance. ❝ SUR-PRISEEE! ❞ shadow milk declares, as if his mere presence is something to be celebrated. ( well, isn't it? ) ❝ and how is my favorite cookie doing on this fine afternoon, hmm? aww, did you miss me? it's okay — you can tell me! ❞ he squishes pure vanilla's face between his hands, briefly leaning down to bump their foreheads together. by all accounts, the beast appears to be in a very good mood — surprising, considering lately he has been quite the opposite. it's only upon closer inspection that the cracks begin to show. his voice is a bit too high. his tentacles writhe with barely-contained distress. there's a subtle tremor running through the hands that cradle his other half. ❝ so, you will NEVER guess what happened! it's a funny story. long story — really, 'tis a tragedy to cut it short, but for the sake of brevity, i'll get right to the chase. i know where to find khaos! ❞ he squishes pure vanilla's cheeks again. ❝ aaand i know how to CRUSH HIM like the nasty little gnat he is and SAAAVE us all. yay! yippee! hooray! but there's just one teensy problem... ❞ shadow milk's smile falters. ❝ i just... ❞ his voice cracks; the beast tries to cover it by pretending to clear his throat. ❝ well, you see, i need a favor! from you, you lucky cookie. ❞
he notices the trembling first, but tries to brush it off as typical nerves. shadow milk had not been in great sorts for awhile now, and pure vanilla had been left stumped on how to help.
it's the mention of khaos that has his ears ringing. at this point, pure vanilla isn't sure that a good and proper rest isn't in the cards for either of them, though he's tried. he KEEPS trying, though it seems as if his bluebird just wants to push himself and keep going until he all but collapses from exhaustion. pure vanilla is already thinking of tracking down his book of spells from their shared library. or maybe research more types of magic he can learn in order to protect shadow milk from himself.
still though, he plasters on a grin and grips shadow milk's wrists, trying subtly to calm him down. "i will always help you in whatever ways you need," he exclaims, reassuring. always reassuring, always soothing. "i'm glad you're coming to me for aid instead of trying to fight trouble on your own."
he takes a deep breath, keeping the smile on his face. all things considered, khaos really HAD been a thorn in everyone's side for far too long. pure vanilla really just wants to do away with trouble as a whole so he can live in retirement. he'd ideally like to start a garden with shadow milk. he briefly wonders if they have any botany books in their library, makes a mental note to order some, before clinging more tightly to shadow milk.
"what do you need from me, bluebird? how can we finally put an end to all this... khaos?"
pun, fully intended.
“somehow, my entire library was unsorted, and by unsorted, i mean someone came in and dumped all the books onto the floor. i've spent nearly an entire day trying to reorganize everything, but there are books in the mix i never had before." pure vanilla sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“who slipped in ‘the alchemical art of transmuting food to poop’ into my collection?”
Fanilana settled in, allowing his own staff to sit against the floor itself properly; using the vanilla orchids in the room to view the other healer. It was a social thing to share food when drink had been offered, and once the formality was noticed ( and accepted even! He felt heartened by this ), Fanilana listened closely to the story.
Sunflower – ah, to differ between the two, and Luna. Maestro and two that… shared a name? Different spelling from how it sounded to his ear, and then Sylphrena’s involvement. That explain that nudge to go looking for her. Insight was definitely starting to be an issue for him, rest in peace, his sanity.
“I see… I do remember Sylphrena mentioning something about the others that Maestro had been trying to get back.” he disliked calling them Beasts. It might just be a Fanilana thing, he digressed. A sip from his tea, humming softly at the blend – it paired nicely with the cupcakes, consider him pleasantly surprised. “Thank you for tending to her injuries, I was a bit… er. Frazzled, when I saw her.”
He fell silent again, ruminating on all of this information. A trap to lure Maestro to… do what, though? A puzzle then, but it was clear that Sunny hadn’t finished talking, so Fanilana settled back in, keeping his attention centered.
The feeling of protectiveness. He understood it well – perhaps it was why he was wanting to learn more about this whole fiasco.
He owed more than a mere lightbeam to the one who injured Sylphrena.
"she helped maestro out where i couldn't. i owe her more than a couple of healing spells." he falls silent briefly, glancing downward. it's this part of the tale where his ire is really ramped up. luna and sunflower had done a huge number on not only maestro, but himself, and for that, there is nothing in sunny to forgive the pair of them.
"those two helped," he continues, voice cracking a bit. "but at the cost of their primordial chaos being set free. he threatened a literal biblical end times on us, but i grabbed maestro, who was injured, and jumped back into our own timeline, and tried to seal things off so chaos couldn't reach us. i was not about to stick around and subject myself or maestro to another battle we couldn't win."
his frown deepens. "sunflower and luna apparently didn't like that too much, so they ―mostly luna― decided to harass and stalk maestro, even going as far as to attack him, for the crime of being tortured. i'm also miffed that my entire part in things was completely ignored and disregarded for the sake of punishing maestro, but i digress." he scoffs, gripping his staff more tightly. practically white-knuckling it. "this entire situation was a mess, i do not like those two, and if i see them again, it's on sight."
he pauses there, decided to finish the rest of his tea in silence. he'll also take a few bites of the treats, but his hunger and thirst is depleted, anger and irritation rising up all over again.
"as for sylph, i don't know if they played any role in her getting hurt. but i guarantee you that i will also do my part in keeping them away from her. as far as i'm concerned, no one else needs to get hurt because of a pair of fools and their inability to keep out of trouble."
quick life update: i AM feeling better. still suffering massively from insomnia so i'm feeling like a zombie, but physical health wise, i'm no longer so bed-bound.
my partner and i went and saw backrooms the other night. the ending was pretty abrupt and i had more questions than answers, but after researching the actual lore more, i think i have more of an understanding. otherwise the movie was pretty amazing! both my partner and i were hugely jumpscared, which was fun. :D
anyway. expect productivity to return soon!
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anonymous asked:
PURE VANILLA COOKIE. IS A POPTART RAVIOLI. YES OR NO.
this... requires some pondering. it would be too easy to work out in his mind, but pure vanilla cookie has the distinct feeling that his asker would like the reasoning spoken aloud. thus, he sighs.
"i would be inclined to say no at first," pure vanilla begins. "because ravioli is an entirely separate food type from pop tarts. but the logic is that ravioli is stuffed pasta, and pop tarts are a stuffed pastry." he pauses with a faint hum, putting a finger to his chin and tapping.
"i would also argue that ravioli has a better ratio of stuffing to pasta, while poptarts come woefully understuffed, and under-frosted. it's quite frankly, a massive disappointment. but, going by logic and coincidence alone, i would say that yes, poptarts could count as a dessert-based ravioli, if only through societal arguments and logic."
he lowers his hands and grins. "but then we're getting into those classic arguments about hot dogs and tacos being similar, or what constitutes a sandwich, and i don't think i want to get into all of that at this time."
due to personal reasons, i have died over the past few days (i've been practically bed-bound because of an illness), and i will continue to be so for the next couple of days (still feel like hell has descended upon me)
thank you for your patience!
spoilers from ep 13, but i've been stewing on it all day and i'm just really hyped
spoilers under the cut!
aVa ep 13 dropped a half hour ago. if all i talk about is TDL for the next 2 weeks, don't be alarmed.
i've missed my murderous stick figure <3
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"tea it is then!" he waves away the coffee, something he'll drink later, and conjures up his own tea. he accepts the treat with a smile, before making himself comfortable. after a small nibble, sunny finds this to be an acceptable exchange of goods, and something probably much needed before he shares what exactly happened. the REAL story, so to speak.
"before i get into all the shameful details, i must warn you ahead of time that sylphrena is involved in part of this. she stepped in when maestro needed her, and for that i am eternally grateful. but everything before that, is quite the tale, and one that has me feeling protective."
he takes a sip of his tea, resting his staff across his lap. eventually, he'll work on a way to shrink or enlarge it as needed, but for the moment, it's resting across his legs, just enough contact given so that the staff's eye can still make out fanilana in some form.
clearing his throat, he lowers his cup. "it begins, when maestro went to luna's and sunflower's timeline to warn them about khaos. that's when primordial chaos showed up, and it took all three of them to seal primordial chaos up. at some point, maestro was lured there and trapped in the same cage, where he was tortured for who knows how long before i found out what was going on."
just the mere thought has his eyes narrowing all over again. to think one of the strongest cookies he knows of, being trapped with that beast. he moves a hand to grip the seat he's resting on, trying to keep himself grounded. "that's when i asked luna and sunflower for help."
threatening fingergun motions, staff aimed right in THAT shadow milk's direction.
"you dare make a peek in our timeline again, and i will make sure you STAY dead."
