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Post by papes on Apr 6, 2016 14:49:59 GMT -6
a thousand apologies, there will be no erotic fanthyxion coming from me anytime soon. or ever. (: anyway this is where i'll be dumping stuff i write on my donuts, and they'll be in spoilers because sometimes they'll end up being really long imo. casually leaves the writing prompts i answered on my donutdrawblog here {Honk If You Love Dying And Being Dead (Lazul and Papes)} Why? Why did Papes let him drive to the college this time? Well, he did have his license and all but never drives anyway for some reason. Then he remembered that Papes was too sleepy to get behind the wheel. Poor thing didn’t want to be late for class, even though she’s literally falling asleep in the passenger seat right this moment. After shifting over one lane, Lazul was behind a car that had the weirdest bumper sticker on it: “Honk if you love dying or being dead!” A couple of shifty-looking glances left and right later, he slammed his hand on the horn. The car let out a loud honk, immediately waking Papes up and nearly giving her a fucking heart attack. She was about to ask Lazul why he did that, but immediately saw the bumper sticker and started sweating. All of that took place within a fraction of a second, because the car in front of them suddenly slammed on the brakes! Lazul quickly swerved around them, cutting off the car behind them. he didn’t give a fuck though. As soon as he caught up with the car next to him, the one that slammed on the brakes in the first place, he slowly turned to the driver with a cheeky-looking grin on his face. And then he flipped the driver off and floored it. Papes was terrified the entire time and probably passed out at some point. ripip {Subtle kindness (Missingno and Luca)} For all the time he’s spent in this world, being followed by this curious thing, Missingno never once looked up at the night sky. He’d recently given up on trying to shoo the Mew away, there was no getting rid of him. Being followed around by one of Arceus’ creations… it terrified him. But he seemed harmless enough. The child of god was resting beside him right now, shivering slightly. The glitch gathered some sticks and attempted to start the fire. The result wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. It seemed to help the sleeping Mew, anyway. When Missingno looked up at the night sky for the first time, he was fascinated by all the stars that were there. Even though most of what he remembers is just him fighting Arceus to stay alive, he knew that it was during a time where the universe was completely empty. Not a single star in sight during those times. Just how long was he asleep? {Haunted by memories (Octavia finds Nikolai)} Despite all it had been through that day, and all the weather it had to endure for the past 20+ years without any form of maintenance, the castle was still in surprisingly good shape, structure-wise anyway. It still broke her heart to see her home as it was now. Dust had settled on the furniture and whatever else wasn’t already stolen by looters. Of course two decades of abandoment wouldn’t reduce an entire castle to what ancient ruins would look like, but the dry blood stains that remained, the skeletons of the soldiers from both sides that died during the fight, they still remained, though the skeletons may have been moved by any who came here before her.
Octavia was the last surviving member of her bloodline as far as she knew.
This would’ve made her Queen, but so many people fell that day, and she was just a small child back then, how could she possibly even begin to rebuild her homeland? Octavia had been in the throne room for hours now. It was only duck when she first arrived, but now it was nighttime. No light shone through the window, and the only sounds there were was the rain pouring heavily outside. There was an unexpected sound, though. Coughing. It came from another room. Was she hallucinating?
Following where the noise came from, she made her way to the room where the noise came from. It’s hard to tell where someone is when you can’t see a whole lot from the lack of light.
Without warning, lightning flashed outside, and the hallway she arrived in lit up for a split second. All she saw was a long, very worn out cape. A thief. Octavia experienced a very brief spike in anger. The figure had frozen up from the sudden lightning strike that happened earlier, but why was it just standing there still? She slowly made her way to the figure, anger still flaring up inside. By the time it turned around, she was already close enough to grab it by the collar threateningly.
“What business do you have here, thief?”
The figure panicked, “I-I’m sorry! I’m not here to steal anything! I just needed somewhere to stay and keep out of the rain! A-and also…” Octavia couldn’t make out the rest of what the man had said. She couldn’t exactly see his face very well, but the next lightning strike from outside allowed both of them to see the other’s faces. The man, he looked very familiar to her. The man, however, was startled a bit, but something clicked in his mind. Unfortunately, it only made him feel worse.
“A-ah, you must be their daughter… I remember you. Forgive me. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. M-maybe if I hadn’t accepted your parents’ offer to shelter me from him, they’d still be alive… Octavia, I’m so sorry. I can’t possibly know how much this hurt you. I-I thought that while I was here I might as well visit your parents’ grave… Would you like to come with me?”
By then, all the anger she was holding in towards him faded. It was replaced with overwhelming sadness and grief. Tears were now forming in her eyes. “It wasn’t your fault. My parents did what they thought was right… Nikolai. I know you’ll be finding this hard to accept, and you won’t be able to move on for a long time because of your guilt, but I want you to know that you’re not a monster.”
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Post by papes on Apr 18, 2016 3:06:32 GMT -6
just a little note to myself on what donutwrites i've been wanting to write about for a while: luca and missingno: -their first meeting, back when luca was still a seraphim. -luca lets an imprisoned missingno escape because he knows something doesn't feel right about all of this. he pays the price for it natch. -will branch off into two ends: -good end: missingno finds luca in time to save him from being killed by arceus (canon end) -bad end: missingno doesn't get there in time to save him.
i had more donutwrites on my mind but i can't remember them rn gg
edit: whoops accidentally misgendered myself in the title. well, not really a misgender. it's just that i did say i was gonna be using they/them as the default gg
some more stuff i'm planning on writing or rewrite:
luca and missingno (spoilery story at that, this is a note to myself mostly for something else) : -Luca performs a memory link on a sleeping missingno. missingno asked him to do it a while back because he didn't have enough time to explain things. -luca tried it once before but was overwhelmed and decided to give himself time to make sure he was really ready -he ends up seeing memories and events from different timeloops.
edit 2: i remembered more shit i was planning on writing!
Velinar (small toddler), Octavia (child), Yslei (child), Nikolai, Alexandre and Mayda (both are babbies) ((yes, this involves all of them. so many donuts...)) : -the day of the attack -Yslei and Iorano's mother was there to visit the queen, Iorano was left back at the castle with the servants -explain more of why the fuck Mayda's parents ditched her other than her eye color being how it is -writing will basically end very shortly after the attack starts bc it becomes a hell of a mess during -this explains why octavia recognizes nikolai -octavia and yslei have indeed met before
2no and 2cro: -basically the fight.
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Post by papes on Apr 26, 2016 21:01:09 GMT -6
I have am not sorry for this at all. ((it's pretty long and also there's some pda in there)) {A Fight in an Abandoned Heaven (Part 1)} “How about we go somewhere where we won’t be interrupted? I’m sure your boss would be pissed if he found out I was here, anyway.” Dicro still didn’t know why he agreed to follow the glitch. The place they eventually arrived at was a desolate place. It was definitely unfamiliar to him, but Missingno might have known this place. Dicro couldn’t have known the significance of this place; for Missingno, on the other hand, it was a reminder of a bleak memory. Though he’d long since accepted what happened and moved on, the glitch still found himself thinking about it occasionally. Missingno caught himself staring off in the distance, over to one area in particular. Letting out a sigh, he turned away from it to face Dicro. He didn’t want this to be the location, but there wasn’t another option. This site had been abandoned since the day he destroyed it; no one ever stepped into it as far as he knew. “This used to be Arceus’ heaven plane. While the pokemon world was still in its ancient times, before humans and pokemon in the world below began developing languages, this was where all the legendary pokemon used to live. Well, all who weren’t Giratina or myself lives here, at least. I woke up here one day and immediately knew I wasn’t supposed to be here. Anyway, as for why I brought you here…” Missingno paused. Did he really want to go through with this? If he didn’t, Ignis surely would have killed him anyway somewhere down the road. How he managed to go this long without staring death in the face after Ignis took over Entirety, he didn’t know. Either way, the glitch could tell time was starting to run out for him because of how things have been lately. “…Dicro, I want you to fight me. I’ve seen you fight before, but I’ve always wondered how strong you were compared to your boss. So no holding back, alright?” Dicro didn’t see that coming. It took him a few moments to come up with something to say, and it was, “Right now? This sounds like a bad idea.” “Don’t worry, I promise you won’t die. I did say I won’t hold back, but I wouldn’t kill you.” Without warning, Missingno fired a glitchy bullet at Dicro with one of his hands. Thankfully for Dicro, he was able to dodge it in time. “Looks like he wasn’t kidding.” His response was to create a couple of sets of chains, and aim them at the glitch. Missingno quickly summoned his wings; they were four in total, all looking less like angel wings and more shadowy and corrupted. He used these to take flight and move away from the chains, which soon disappeared. One reappeared in the direction he was heading, naturally heading for the glitch. As soon as he dodged that one, the second one reappeared, making the same actions as the first. Avoiding the chains proved more difficult for him as they started disappearing and reappearing at faster rates, occasionally increasing in size and quantity. Eventually, one chain snuck up on him from behind and drove right through two of his wings. It hurt like hell for him. Missingno found himself unable to fly, and just as quickly as he took note of this, a series of chains went around him, binding him tightly. One of them extended itself all the way to the ground, even going right through it. Dicro grabbed the one that appeared in front of him, gave it a harsh yank. This caused Missingno to be hurled toward the ground at a terrifying speed. Once the dust cleared, the chains had dissipated and the glitch was no longer there. Something felt wrong, where did he go? Dicro turned his spade pin into a shovel and swiftly turned around, attempting to strike whatever was behind him with it. Missingno effortlessly caught the shovel that was being swung at him. “Really, that’s the best you can do? Well, at least you’re cute.” Damn, he should have gone for the sword- ‘Wait, what did he just say. Nononononono snap out of it Dicro this is no time to be getting flustered! Ooooh no. Crapcrapcrap I can feel my guard dropping already this is not good’ The next few seconds went by like a blur for Dicro. He couldn’t exactly tell what happened due to a combination of trying not to get distracted from that earlier comment and getting distracted anyway. The end result of those seconds was him being thrown at and pinned to a nearby wall by Missingno. The glitch’s face was close enough to his that Dicro’s face formed one or two beads of sweat and also turned a noticeable shade of red. Missingno let out a low chuckle, “What’s the matter, Dicro? Cat got your tongue? Regardless, you’re awfully adorable when you’re all flustered like this. You’re going to have to try harder, or this might just keep happening ♥” “DON’T TEMPT ME, DAMMIT” Shit shit shit why did that come out of his mouth? ? Right now, inside Dicro’s mind, he was screaming. Very loudly, with almost no end. Why did he have to say that? Missingno’s guard let down from that surprise response. Well, he couldn’t really say he didn’t think Dicro would say something like that. He was quick enough to release his grip on him and put some literal distance between them; the chains that came up from out of the ground just now were most likely summoned so that could happen, as they disappeared seconds after. Dicro picked up his spade shovel, turning it into a sword like he should have earlier. Though the internal screaming refused to die down, he began swinging it anyway. Missingno dodged at first, but soon created two swords for himself, and both of them looked like heavily corrupted versions of the one he was holding right now “H-hey, that’s cheating!” “Did you really expect me to be fair?” “Tch, you’re right.” The sword-fighting continued quite a bit longer than expected; Missingno must’ve studied his movements, as he predicted many of them so easily. It ended with a swift move that caused the sword to fly out of his hand, and once again he was up against the same wall. Just like last time, the glitch’s face was very close. The only difference from earlier was instead of pinning him, Missingno held the corrupted swords in an X-formation against Dicro’s neck. Not touching him but also very dangerously close. “Now you’re just doing this on purpose, aren’t you? I didn’t think you’d find this kind of situation so tempting… is that what’s been distracting you? ♥” The internal screaming returned for Dicro, but this time it was even louder, and he wasn’t sure if his face could turn any redder than it was now. He was so busy screaming internally that he didn’t notice Missingno dispel the swords and keep him pinned to the wall; by the time he took notice of this, the first thing he noted was their faces being within kissing distance. “I’d call this a checkmate, but that wouldn’t really be fair on my part, now would it?” “Y-YOU KEEP FLIRTING WITH ME, AND IF YOU’RE GOING TO KISS ME THEN JUST DO IT ALREADY.” ‘FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK. I’M TOO FLUSTERED TO THINK CLEARLY.’ Missingno found himself off-guard again, feeling his face flush a bit before suppressing it. “Well, if you say so.”
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Post by Tayl on Apr 26, 2016 21:15:03 GMT -6
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Post by Tayl on Apr 26, 2016 21:16:07 GMT -6
i'm sorry all of those emojis turned into marks but you get the memeing of my post also this entire thread is Excellent for the record, i thought i commented on other stuff but maybe that was just over twitter or someth edit: why does three question marks turn into a smiley
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Post by papes on Apr 26, 2016 23:48:31 GMT -6
ayyy lmao here's part two get ready to have your heart broken {A Fight in an Abandoned Heaven (Part 2) + A Second First Meeting}It was supposed to be just one kiss, but it ended up turning into a make out session. Regardless, neither of them wanted it to end. “Feeling better, Dicro?”
“Y-yeah, I guess.”
“Good. I think we took a long enough break, we’ll both be able to focus now. To be honest, I wasn’t giving it all I had earlier. I’ve been distracted, too. Just not nearly as much as you, clearly.”
Dicro was about to ask what he meant by that, but before he could get his question out there, Missingno initiated the fight again. It was even more intense than it was earlier, though eventually one of them began to wear out.
“I-I think we should stop now.”
“Dicro, I can’t. Not until…”
“Not until what?”
“Forget it. I’ll let you know when we can stop.”
Dicro was growing concerned, but nodded. Missingno has been accumulating injuries over the course of the fight, and at one point Dicro’s chains disabled all four of Missingno’s wings, rendering him incapable of flight for who knows how long. More time passed, and on the last hit, which was with his sword, Dicro announced, “I can’t do this anymore, I’m calling it off!”
Missingno tried not to laugh, “Fine with me… Sit down, I want to talk for a bit.” Dicro did so, finding it hard to look at the glitch, especially with all those injuries.
“You remember what I told you earlier about this place? That when I woke up here, I tried to leave right away? Arceus wanted me dead from the moment this universe began. When I tried to find a way out of here, I was captured and imprisoned by one of his angels. I would have been killed by him, if… if Luca hadn’t shown up to help me break out. When I’d left this site, I was confused. I didn’t know why he did it. I tried to return to ask him why he helped me, but…” The glitch looked over to the spot he’d been staring at earlier when they first arrived, sighing, “… by the time I got here, I found him, but he was dying. I tried to take him with me, but I couldn’t save him. He saved my life, and what happens? He gets killed because of me.”
Dicro was in total shock. He didn’t know how to respond to any of this. So that’s why he saw the glitch get a sad look in his eyes earlier.
Missingno continued, “I’ve long since made peace with all of this, but sometimes I still wonder. What if I’d shown up just a few seconds sooner? How different would I have turned out if I were able to save him? Because if I had been able to, he would never have been able to return to Heaven because of me.” As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain rushed throughout his body, causing him to visibly cringe. He could no longer hide the pain he was in, or the fact that he was dying because of that fight. Dicro was visibly alarmed.
“Your injuries, they’re worse than I thought-“
“It’s alright, Dicro. I should have been honest with you… I needed you to kill me.”
“What?!”
“Things have been getting worse lately. Something didn’t sit right with me since your boss took over Entirety... I knew time was running out for me. I don’t know how I haven’t been killed by your boss yet, but hell if I’m going to let him get the satisfaction of finishing me off. It would have been much worse than what happened today.”
“Missingno, I-“
“Dicro, it’s alright. L-let’s take you back, now. I don’t want you going back alone, leaving this place is harder than you’d think.”
Once they got back, Dicro was trying to choke back tears. Missingno lost a lot of blood on the way, and his body was beginning to glitch out more and more.
“I’m so sorry, Dicro. I didn’t want to hurt you, especially not like this. I wish things had turned out differently for both of us, then maybe… no, forget it. Just, promise you’ll remember me after I’m gone.” Missingno removed his jacker, handing it to Dicro. “Your boss will probably want proof that I’m dead, this is better than nothing. Don’t let him catch you crying.”
The pain soon became unbearable for him. He felt like he was going to fade away soon. There was so much more he wanted to tell Dicro. He knew he was out of time, so he did one last thing; he stole a kiss from Dicro.
“Dicro…. Thank you, for everything.”
Dicro’s eyes widened. A sad smile made its way to Missingno’s face before he disappeared completely. He was gone, and all he had was a heavily corrupted jacket that was soon to disappear as well. He had to show this to Ignis as proof.
After that was done and he was alone, presumably in what was his current room, Dicro sat on the floor, buried his hands in his face, no longer able to hold the tears back.
===== Dicro found himself outside, wandering aimlessly. He should’ve been going back soon, he couldn’t let anyone see him. He didn’t know what could happen, or who he could run into. He still couldn’t believe he made it over to another Entirety.
He felt someone nearby. Oh no… turning around, his eyes widened, and he tried his best to fight back tears. Missingno- this entirety’s, anyway- was right in front of him.
All the memories of the Missingno he knew began flooding back to him. All the time they spent together, his shameless flirting, the kisses, and even his death… he couldn’t take it. Dicro took a couple of steps back before turning around and running as fast as he could.
“W-wait!”
Dicro couldn’t face him. It hurt too much just looking at him. Right away this Missingno appeared to be so different from the one he knew, and yet…
edit: thanks to tayl i can't unsee taylor swift's song "wildest dreams" matching 2no, and also the line "i can make the bad guys good for a weekend" from her song "blank space" also screams 2no THANKS A LOT NERD I'M SCREAMING
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Post by papes on Apr 30, 2016 21:32:54 GMT -6
whoops there are so many small donuts in this one {I have no title for this thing but its rippy} Guests. The small girl could see there were two sets of them. Her bangs covered her bright eyes, though she supposedly had no problem seeing through them. Little Octavia heard two of the guests had babies with them, but she was nervous about getting close. She was a shy girl who always kept to herself, everyone in the castle knew this, and as a result they were very patient with her.
“What’re you doing over here by yourself? Aren’t you lonely?” Octavia flinched. She was so busy watching the adults in the distance talk that she hadn’t noticed the son of a visiting queen made his way over here without her noticing.
“A-aah… I’m fine, really. Go away, please?”
“You want to see the babies, right? Come on!” The blonde boy grabbed one of her wrists and gently pulled her over to where the adults were gathered. “My name’s Yslei, by the way. Yours?”
“…Octavia.” The two children stood nearby, listening to the conversation that was going on. Octavia’s mother was the one speaking at the moment, and to the couple with the babies.
“Ah, Nikolai, it’s good to see you so happy like this. I’d heard you and _____ had a baby recently, but I wasn’t aware of the second child. Is she his sister?”
“N-no, your grace. She’s his cousin… my brother dropped her off in front of my room a couple of weeks ago. He… he wants nothing to do with her. ”
“Oh? What a terrible shame. She has such beautiful eyes, though! What about the mother?”
“T-the mother was… I-I’m not sure if she was a prostitute or if it was just someone he had a one-night stand with… maybe it was both? Either way, she didn’t want the child in the first place, so she left her at his place. By the time she was left by my door, the poor child didn’t have a name.”
“I see. Do the children have names? Especially the girl?”
“Yes, they’re Alexandre and Mayda.”
“Alexandre and Mayda… I can tell these two are going to be lifelong friends. Ah, looks like Octavia and Yslei want to see the little bundles of joy.”
Nikolai looked down at the two children, who were waiting the entire time. Smiling, he and his wife lowered themselves to near eye-level with the two so they could see the babies better.
Yslei grinned excitedly. “Heheh, look Octavia, they’re just like us!” Of course, he was talking about the eye color. All four of them had brilliant golden eyes. Even Octavia, whose bangs covered her eyes. The older baby, Alexandre, took note
A guard burst into the room. “S-Sorry to barge in like this, but there’s an emergency! It’s a disaster!” Octavia’s mother spoke with the guard in hushed whispers so as not to alarm the children, before sending the man on his way. Drawing her sword, she warned the visiting queen, “Lady _______, I’ll show you a way out of here. Take my son and daughter with you and go. Nikolai, you and your wife follow her to safety. That bastard Markovich wants to take Nikolai back, it’ll be over my dead body. I need to find out who notified him that you were staying with us.”
Shocked, Nikolai immediately responded to the comment, “Your highness, you don’t have to do this. If I go back with him maybe the bloodshed will stop!”
“Do you really want to return to that life, though? Do you still want to be playing the role of the Czar’s assassin, against your will? I’ve seen how much it’s hurt you. You have an ability that’s considered dangerous to most, yet you don’t want to hurt anyone. If there’s a chance for you to escape and be free, I want you to take it. I will lead you all out of here through a secret passage now, but if we run into trouble along the way, my husband and I will defend you as best as we can. We can take care of ourselves.”
Once they were led out of the castle, the group began to run along the path Octavia’s mother instructed them to take to reach the next king’s territory in the safest way possible.
== No one knew how it happened. Velinar was safe with the group, but Octavia somehow got separated. Regardless, she was with a separate group now. This one was making their way through a dangerous path; they were crossing a valley filled with dead trees, constantly covered by fog. She didn’t know where they were going, but she was crying, hoping everyone would make it to the other side of the valley.
Next up i'm (hopefully) gonna do the part where Yslei and Octavia crash a masquerade ball in purple zone to piss off the former czar
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Post by papes on Sept 27, 2016 17:06:09 GMT -6
HERE IT IS. THE FANFIC NOBODY FUCKING ASKED FOR. the first line was literally part of a quote i ripped from one of tayl's 2cro toasts bc lmao how else was i supposed to get it started {I never figured out a title for this}{Spoiler}"I don't think anyone's showed that much concern for my well-being since... God, I don't remember. I can't remember the last time I was anything other than a murder weapon to anyone.”
It’d been a while since he said this. It was only one small part of his rambling to Julias back then when they were in Umbra’s Mansion. An insignificant detail, though it was true to him. As far as Dicro could remember, no one had ever shown him kindness back on his home entirety.
Of course, he didn’t start questioning his memory until one night in Hell College, he quite accidentally interrupted someone who was playing the organ at four in the morning. He only managed to get a look at the person’s face because of the awkward silence that existed before he turned into what appeared to be a splotch of glitchy mass on the floor and made an alarmingly fast beeline past Dicro and disappeared into the dark of the hallway. The expression Dicro saw on his faced before that all happened; he was definitely startled. He didn’t mean for that to happen, it’s just that he heard organ playing and thought it was pretty neat so he figured he could listen better if he got a little closer. Well… clearly the end result was him fucking up and scaring away the organ player. In any case, the person he’d just seen gave off a feeling of familiarity to him. That’s impossible, though; Dicro never saw anyone like him in his home Entirety. He was just supposed to be searching for this entirety’s Dicro, but now it looked like he had something else to do! Find out who the hell this guy is and find out why this feeling is so strong because it’s bothering the ever-loving hell out of him. Maybe the memories were insignificant enough for him not to remember anything right away? No, that can’t be it.
Several times, Dicro tried to initiate a conversation with him. All of those attempts were a disaster. He kept fucking up and startling the glitch. Then suddenly the tables turned on him and the glitch was the one to start a conversation this time, introducing himself as Missingno. Dicro didn’t know what to do. This certainly did ring a bell but he still didn’t know why that was.
The more time Dicro spent around Missingno, the more he started to question his memory.
And then it happened.
Dicro didn’t know how, but without warning, the memories began flooding back into his mind. Their first meeting, his frequent flirting, sin, so much sin… and then there were all those times where the Missingno he knew was kind and gentle to him. The hugs were always so warm, they held hands a lot when they were alone… he made Dicro feel like he was more than just a killing machine.
But then he killed him. He remembered how much it hurt. That wasn’t supposed to happen at all, and the glitch’s last words… oh god, those last words.
“Thank you, for everything.”
As if that weren't bad enough on its own, the next bit Dicro remembered made it even worse. --
There was a point in time where he came across a journal in the library of some strange little world resting on top of a huge mass of clouds. It was lying on a table placed in front of a shelf of books. He didn’t know why he read the entire thing. I mean, it was someone’s personal journal. Morbid curiosity, maybe? It could’ve been he was just bored and decided to take a look at the first thing he picked up. Naturally, he started from the first page. Nothing too interesting. He skimmed through the pages until he came across a part that got him reading again: [I’m running out of time. I know that man’s going to kill me sooner or later. God damn it, I won’t be able to get out of this one. He won’t be sending someone to kill me, he’s going to want to do it himself. I wish I had more time. I just want to see his face one more time before I… I feel awful for even thinking this. I don’t want to have to put him through this, but, there isn’t another option. He has to kill me. I feel like a coward for choosing the only option that doesn’t end with me being killed by his boss. I know he knows how I feel about him already, but I never found the strength to say it to him out loud. If anything, if this goes through like I’m planning it in my mind as I write this, I’ll be able to seal his memories of me. It won’t be immediate; as time passes, he’ll forget more and more about me until he doesn’t remember me at all. Of course, I’d be the only one who can break this seal, but if I’m dead, I can’t do that. It sounds cruel, but it’s even worse if I don’t do it. My death will cause him so much pain… I don’t want him to be suffering through that. I guess the only regret I have is I’ve never said how much I love him. I can’t find a way to express it properly in words. I just hope he can forgive me for what I’m about to do.] -- Holy shit, the author of that journal was his Missingno. By the time he tried to fight the tears and hold them in, it was a little late; tears were already hitting the ground. Shit. He tried his best to wipe the tear stains off his face and also suppress the crying even though that probably wasn't a good idea. It's a good thing he was all alone right now in the hallway, at an hour where no one would even be around.
"I'm so sorry, Missingno. I remember everything, and you're right; it hurts so much."
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Post by papes on Jan 30, 2017 0:32:14 GMT -6
hi don't mind me i'm just dropping a shitty doodle of the seating arrangements for the Cards Against Donuts fanfic i haven't finished writing
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Post by papes on Oct 1, 2017 0:31:29 GMT -6
helo yes after a long-ass time i'm rewriting the en2rety fanfics {Forgotten, part 1}“Dicro.”
“hm?”
“Luca’s out right now, told me he had to go check out rumors about another beast sighting. We both have nothing important to do for now, how about we spar for a while?”
“U-uh, sure. I’m ok with that,”
That was the first time Dicro and Missingno ever sparred together. Damn, he was a lot stronger than Dicro thought. Dicro often got stuck with him and Luca when being assigned missions, and the three of them fighting together? Terrifying stuff, honestly.
More often than not, however, Dicro didn’t get grouped with them, since just the two of them alone could make a pretty big dent on a battlefield.
One day, the god-devil and ex-seraphim returned, and something happened. Dicro didn’t know what. They disappeared for a bit, and Missingno was the only one to return; he tried to keep himself composed, but the god could not hide the bitterness and hatred in his voice when he eventually spoke in a hushed whisper:
“He killed Luca, and said I would be next if I didn’t watch myself. Luca, what in all hells were you doing behind my back..?”
When this was said, the god had taken Dicro to a place unfamiliar to him. Everything looked like it was frozen in time; soft clouds that could be walked on covered the place, but any signs that something used to live here were all annihilated. There was a single building: huge, cathedral-like, but it too matched the atmosphere of this place.
“Arceus made this heaven plane so long ago, even I was surprised by its existence. Then again, I was in a come until long, long after it was created. This was the first place I saw when I first woke up. I was never supposed to be here.. even _____, the one everyone has come to known as Giratina, was never allowed to take a single step in here. They were banished to a world considered the equivalent of Hell. Me..? Limbo was the only plane I could ever truly call home. With the destruction of this plane caused by Arceus himself, and his death, Luca and I were the only ones who had access. Everyone else was, unfortunately, dead. I wasn’t able to find a single soul in limbo like I should’ve been able to. Even now, however, the heaven plane has become somewhat of a second home to me now.”
As the god told his story, Dicro followed him to the inside of the cathedral. Even the inside looked incredible, but it still held a sadness. The only object that existed on the ground floor? A single, grand organ.
The silence that followed after was overwhelming, and then Dicro heard the god speak again.
“I’ve never told a single soul until now, but Arceus’ death, it was… Luca killed him. It was an accident, he never meant for that last self-defense action to be as fatal as it was. I wonder if he knew this whole time…”
Dicro learned that time seemed to pass very differently in the heaven plane; time was slowed down significantly here. By now he already learned to abandon sleep entirely, could he maybe come here with Missingno occasionaly to gather himself? Give himself some time before he had to continue wearing his usual mask? Having to keep it up constantly, it all weighed down on him so much…
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As time passed, Dicro killed more and more during his missions. A good number of them were supposed to be his allies, but he carried it out without hesitation; he had to, there wasn’t another option. Missingno did the same as well, and it too wore down on him sometimes. Visits to the heaven plane became rare, but every time Dicro arrived, Missingno was there in the cathedral, playing the organ. He was surprised by this the first time, but he would always stand there in silence, close his eyes, and listen.
The god would always cut the music short once he figured out Dicro was here as well. They would always chat for some time before one of them had to leave. They never left at the same time; it was too dangerous, and Dicro always had to be the first to leave. On some occasions where everything felt heavier and the two just wanted to forget about things for a while, well… it was a good thing they were the only ones existing in the heaven plane.
Eventually, a confession came from the god-devil that surprised Dicro.
“Dicro, I’ve been trying to find out how to explain this for so long now… I’ve fallen for you. I have the same feelings for you that I’ve always felt about Luca, but because of everything that’s been going on, no one can know about this. I’ve been under heavy watch since Luca’s death, and you’re one of the most trusted… even so, I need to make sure you stay safe.”
Dicro barely had any time to process the confession. No time and already they both had to keep it a secret. What. “Missingno,”
“Dicro, you have to promise me this: Outside of this place, we must never interact or ever come near each other. If we get paired together for something, we do whatever’s assigned to us, and other than necessary communication, that’s it. Do you understand?”
There was no use trying to argue this. Dicro very reluctantly gave him a nod.
“Thank you.”
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He fucked up. He fucked up so horribly. How did he fuck up in such a way that resulted in this?
Missingno was dying, and his blood was on Dicro’s hands. He wanted to leave immediately, and never look back. Only one thing prevented him from doing so: the dying god had the exit temporarily blocked.
“Don’t go. I, need to tell you… something.”
Soon, Dicro couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Missingno was passing the ability to access the heaven plane to him, and on top of that… he wanted Dicro to take his soul once he died, go see Ignis, and crush it in front of him. He was already extremely loyal to their boss, so doing so would’ve only done him good on that aspect. Dicro wondered if he’d even be able to pull it off flawlessly. Before he knew it, Missingno pulled him closer and did something.
God, it was so subtle, but it was unmistakable; the god-devil put some sort of seal on him.
“What. What did you DO?”
“Don’t, don’t worry. Eventually, you… you won’t even know it’s there.”
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His soul… so that’s what it looked like. Dicro was able to do what Missingno asked him to. Ignis inquired him about Missingno.
“Dead. He tried to kill me.”
The injuries Dicro had on him certainly helped his case. Some of the wounds ran deep, but they would heal. They always did. He showed Ignis the remnants of the dead god’s soul, and immediately crushed it into nonexistence.
After all that was done, and Dicro eventually found himself once again in the very same place he killed Missingno, only one thing ran through his mind as he cried. The last thing the god said to him:
“Dicro, thank you… for everything.”
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Post by papes on Oct 1, 2017 2:26:10 GMT -6
part two ayyyy {Forgotten: Part two}Dicro had all the time necessary now. Time. Time… researching how to cross Entireties, it should be impossible, but with enough research it’s possible, right?
There was an oddity for him: for some reason, he had access to a place he never even heard of. It didn’t seem like it would hold much information. Or, it would have been that way had he not happened upon an ancient-looking cathedral.
Ground floor was empty as far as decorations went, save for an organ seemingly untouched by time. He didn’t pay it much mind, however. There had to be another floor, right? The building looked so much taller outside, but inside? The ceiling existed. It was a thing.
Damn it, the entrance was mose likely hidden. Of course it was.
Once Dicro found the hidden stairway and climbed it, he noticed the newly discovered floor was almost library-like. There were shelves that were half-covered in books. Some ancient, some appearing more recent. There were also plenty further on in the back that were just simply empty.
Hm? Aside from a sizeable table, there was also a bed set along one of the walls, with a minitable placed next to it. Someone actually lived here?
Something about this entire plane felt... off. Time appeared to pass much more slowly here. Well, this could probably be a good thing. Especially considering he’d have to gather any info he can find into one place.
And so Dicro did just about that. He took advantage of the half-filled and empty shelves to store whatever he found across Entirety that had to do with his research. Good god, doing nothing but work on that became tedious at times. He felt like he needed to read something else once in a while to keep himself from getting frustrated over absorbing too much entirety-related text at once.
It felt incredibly rude, but those journals were there. They seemed to belong to the previous being that lived here. They were a distraction that Dicro would find himself needing occasionally.
At first the journals seemed to be the owner writing down important points in his life, and he couldn’t help but wonder if that was because he didn’t want to be forgotten. How interesting, though. A god who ruled over limbo. The mistake of another god’s first attempt at creation, nearly killed in the beginning of the universe.
The research progress was painfully slow, but at least it was better than nothing getting done yet.
Dicro would have to read the set of journals in parts. Sometimes he would reread certain sections. When he got to the later journals, he found something strange: in later entries, no one was ever mentioned by name. None save someone named Luca.
As he read more of these entries, they seemed to get… lewder… at times. O-oh my. He had to double check to make sure it was still a journal he was holding and not someone’s hand-written erotic novel.
There were a couple of entries that stood out to him, though. The first one contained a passage he kept coming back to: “I… I don’t know what to do. I’m being put under heavy watch, effective as of Luca’s death. I don’t know what Luca was planning, but I know absolutely nothing. I’m worried about him, though. What if they go after him, too? No, that wouldn’t happen. Who knows, though? The boss… is unpredictable at times. Before this I was conflicted on whether to tell him, but after this? I need to find out how to tell him without putting his life in danger.”
He also kept coming back to another one:
“Gods. Gods be damned, I don’t know how I did that. It probably helped that I knew he must’ve held similar feelings. He did feel some sort of attraction towards me on our first meeting, as lewd as I was at the time. I have to keep him safe, though. That’s why I had him make that promise to me. This is the only place we can safely interact with each other. Outside, the risk is too high.”
And this one:
“I may be running out of time. I don’t know what I’m going to do next. Highly considering staying here until the next time he shows up. If I had to die by anyone’s hands, I’d rather he do it. I.. I would have to come at him in a lethal manner, though. I feel like a coward just thinking this, but I can’t stay here forever. The chance of me getting killed next time I step out of here is too high to risk it, though. I just want to see his face one more time. If I have to wait here for that to happen, then so be it.”
Then one final entry that stuck with Dicro:
“He hasn’t shown up yet. I am worried, but I know he’s not dead. He’s so much stronger than he thinks. Should I find myself dying next time we meet, I figured out what I need to do, and what he also needs to do after I die to throw off suspicion. I need to write this down to make sure I don’t forget. I hope he can forgive me for what I’m about to eventually do…”
The rest of the entry, it was… he didn’t even know how to put it into words. The closest he could describe the ending was, well, tragic. For both the author and the person affected.
By the time Dicro felt like he was ready to try and cross Entireties, he looked at the journal sets one more time and read only the later ones that stood out to him the most.
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Post by papes on Oct 1, 2017 3:49:25 GMT -6
PART THREE OH SHIT {Forgotten: Reunion}Well, shit.
He didn’t think it would actually work.
Now he’s found himself visiting Hell College… in hopes of finding his other self, and quite literally.
It was an awkward mess of a disaster. First, Dicro accidentally walked in on someone playing the organ for practice at 4 am, effectively them. Well, he couldn’t exactly help it. The organ jams were so neat and he just wanted to get closer to listen, but he fucked it all up and scared the guy away. He pretty much melted himself into a glitchy blob pattern in the ground and made a scary fast beeline towards the exit and into the darkness of the hallways.
So much for that……… Dicro felt all the shame right now.
On the other hand, there was a weird sense of familiarity. He doesn’t even remember coming across someone like him back in his home entirety. Curiosity eventually got the better of him and now he had two things to do: find the other Dicro, and find out who this glitchy demon is and why the feelings are so strong over someone so seemingly insignificant to him.
My god, he was an awkward mess at trying to talk to this demon. At one point, a surprising turn of events happened and it was the devil himself that initiated the conversation.
“Sorry for fleeing the first few times. I’m… really bad at being more social.”
“It’s fine, I should’ve been more careful. Ah, I never caught your name. Or, err, I can’t seem to remember it.” Good job. That was really smooth, Dicro. Well, if he had to make himself look even more like a dork… the only reason he said that was because it looked like this person knew Dicro somewhat, judging by how he just casually started talking. Uh, people usually do introduce themselves and he’s mistaking him for the other Dicro, right?
“It’s Missingno.”
Ah, Missingno. The familiar vibes only grew stronger after learning his name. It’s not that he didn’t trust him, it’s just. He didn’t know if he was someone to be trusted or not. So he couldn’t tell him anything about himself.
Oddly enough, the more time he spend hanging around Missingno at night, the more he started questioning his memory.
Eventually, something happened.
“This is strange.”
“What?”
“You have a seal placed on you… by me? How is this even possible? I’ve never done this kind of magic on anyone. In fact, I've never performed magic at all.”
“What are you doing,”
“I don’t know how something like this could’ve happened, but I still apologize regardless. Apparently, this seal with my insignia was done in a way that only I can break it. Now, hold still for a few moments, I promise it won’t hurt.”
The god seemed genuine in his concern, so Dicro sighed and left it up to him.
That’s when the memories flowed back at overwhelming rates.
He knew he told this entirety’s Julias that he couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t seen as anything but a murder weapon to anyone. God damn it, that wasn’t true then. There was someone. The only god damned soul in his entirety that cared about him, and… and he killed him.
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“…next time he shows up, before I die, I need to place a memory seal on him. It won’t be immediate, though. It won’t start taking effect until after my soul gets crushed, which he needs to do no matter what. He’ll gradually forget more and more, until all traces of me disappear from his memory. It feels so cruel to do, but if I don’t do it? He’ll be suffering so much more than he already currently is. Besides, I’m the only one who can break the seal. If I’m dead, I can’t do that. One big thing I regret right now that comes to mind: even with that confession, it couldn’t sum up my feelings properly. I was never able to find the words to express how much I love him.”
-- Holy shit. Holy fuck, he was the author of those journals…
“Oh my god. I… I remember everything now.”
“That was a memory seal..? Oh. Oh no. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what could’ve brought me to do something that cruel-”
“Is there a place we can talk privately? Away from everyone else. This is urgent.” He could feel his voice cracking. He was desperate.
“There is one place.”
Of course. It was the goddamned heaven plane.
As soon as they got there, Dicro couldn’t help it. The hug should have hurt the god. He was of a glitchy nature too though, wasn’t he?
The god was very surprised by this, but at the same time, Dicro looked like he was hurting really bad.
“I… I need you to listen to me. I’m, not the Dicro you know.”
“?”
“I know how it sounds, but please. I. Back on my home entirety, you… you, you were…”
Dicro couldn’t stop himself from crying again.
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