The place? The underground boxing ring. If there was any time to talk to the more progressional Rams it would be down there. Ram’s taking their aggression and strength out on each other in strategic fights. Elizabeta and Feliciano were in the ring sparring, the room filed with hooting and hollering from the others. In the meanwhile, Berwald and Kristian were taking turns still taking in bets from the fight as it was still going.
“COME ON YOU LAZY GIT, RIGHT HOOK!” Arthur yelled at Feliciano, slapping the ring’s floor from the blue corner.
“BOB AND WEAAAAVE!!” Gilbert called out from the other corner, making a drum roll against the pole of the red corner.
Yet another Friday night, buzzing with excitement and adrenaline. However, a loud bang from a kicked in door halted all the festivities. Both Feliciano and Elizbeta paused, both stuck like deer in the headlights. The rest of the Rams followed suit in turning around. No one narked on them right?? They were doing so good on keeping this secret!
“HOWDY YALL!”
All at once there was a groan of both relief and annoyance, aside from Feliciano jumping over to the rings edge to wave his gloved hand at him.
“Alfred, hi! I thought you’d miss my match!”
“Focus!!” Ludwig called out, Arthur echoing him as he slapped on the rings floor again. Gilbert huffed as well before ringing the bell to make a small break anyway. Feliciano chuckled at the timing and hopped back to his corner, Elizabeta doing the same.
“Just because you’ve been spooked doesn’t mean you should just run off like that!” Arthur chastized, though Feliciano tried to interject before he yipped, Alfred climbing into the ring with his strange metal discs tucked under his arms. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Alfred?” Arthur spoke up.
“Guys and Gals, listen up!” Alfred called out, everyone muttering in confusion from the blondes strange actions but crowded around the ring curiously. “We need us a change! And I snuck out some stuff from Pop’s Vault to help us!”
“The Vault? Papochka’s vault?” Mikhail peeled himself away from his sandbag to listen more intently. “You got in?!”
“Sure did!! And I found films! Looks like they can be played on our film projector! I watched it on the side the other week and I knew I had to sneak it out to show you guys!! Someone! Help me get the projector!”
Confused mumbling changed to excited chattering as they scrambled to fetch the vintage film projector out from the closet. Feliciano grabbed his glasses to slip back on before hopping over to roll down the projector screen with Mikhail’s help. It was extremely rare to have things out of the vault that wasn’t taken out by Vanya, and even something that they hadn’t seen before! This HAD to be important!
Soon enough, Emil and Lukas hooked up the film projector to the plug and everyone pulled up a chair to get to watch this. Ludwig huffed at this very unorthodox sudden show and tell but sat down right along side Feliciano and Arthur, pulling out a pen and paper to take notes regardless. History was history after all, and if it was going to help so be it.
With a shining smile, Alfred set up the film reel and let it roll.
The place was quiet as a mouse during it, from confusion, annoyance, curiosity and various other conflicting emotions. Ludwig surprisingly found himself scrawling note after note with incredible interest with it all. Some of the Rams bounced in their seats, some chattered not giving much of a care, but no one walked out.
At last it finished and Alfred stood up to the front, jazzing his hands in a ‘viola’ motion.
“We need a Prom!!”
Immediately everyone started talking at once, comments, questions, other exclamations, and Alfred had to clap loudly to get them to be quiet.
“Hush up! One at a time!”
Several hands went up at once, Alfred drumming his fingers together a bit before pointing.
“Gilbert!”
“So we need to like... keep our outfits secret from each other?”
“Hmmm... I think just from your date?”
“So we get to have dates for this!”
“yea!” Alfred nodded excitedly, “I know Father had those fancy politcal balls and such but this would be different! It’d just be for us! So we can have dates and eat and dance! Be.. well, us!! No Father’s friends allowed!!”
There was a small acceptable clap for that, some of the Rams nodding at each other while others still tilted their heads in confusion. Alfred pointed over to another raised hand.
“Francis!”
“What on earth was that pageant in the start? Can we do that too?”
“Well ya see I researched that too! There’s a contest of Prom Queen and Prom King, which is the person that everyone likes the most! Everyone votes on them during the popularity contest to show that they’re the best people!”
Immediately the mutters around turned up in volume, a competition being involved getting a lot more of the rams interest.
“Everyone would just vote for themselves though!” Mikhail commented. Alfred hummed in thought.
“.. Well, don’t vote for yourself or your date, so it can be even!“
Mikhail didn’t even wait to be called on and stood up properly.
“You seem to be asking a lot from this! Not just from the voting and dates but, where would it be? The ballroom? Where would we get the fabric for our outfits? Who would supply the decorations? The food? The music?”
The clamoring quieted down as they all looked to Alfred, expecting an answer. Alfred snapped his fingers rhymthically to try to show he had everything planned out.
“We ask Father of course! Maybe ask Pops to butter him up for us!”
“So this all depends on whether or not you can convince Father?”
“Hey hey! We’re adults now, I’m sure he’d be thrilled to have us take responsibilty in making an event!”
“You’re still suggesting he makes the entire thing for us! What will be the difference of one of his stuffy balls compared to a party for us if he does everything!”
Alfred was, for once, left without an answer, humming to himself in thought. The other Rams began to worry that mayhaps this was just a daydream too far to reach. But surprise of all, it was Ludwig to clear his throat and stand up.
“Then I propose we make a committee. While we can get Father’s blessing with renting the ballroom and getting permission to bring in catering, we can probably find ways to make those choices ourselves. We can make the food or hire catering, raise the money ourselves for it and decorations, and we could go out shopping for premade attires or fabric to make it ourselves. If we show true responsibilty for coming together for this, then Father might not only let this happen, but allow us to leave for business trips to get the supplies.”
While the idea of a dance was all right, the idea of figuring out to do business meetings outside the walls was an even greater draw for making this ‘Prom’ thing happen.
“Excellent Idea, big guy!” Alfred snapped his fingers again before beckoning Ludwig to come up to the front to join him. “Committee it is! I think Ludwig here would be great for leading it.” There was a stunned pause, even from Ludwig.
“... You think I would? I thought you’d take that, what with this being your idea.”
“Nah! No one would take me seriously if I did, and I might get carried away! I can still be your right hand idea bouncer guy!” Alfred softly punched Ludwig in the shoulder, making the other crack a smile and punch Alfred’s shoulder back. Alfred winced because God that hurt. But no matter!
With everything in place, hands went up to join the committee and excitement was buzzing justas fervently as it was before Alfred even came into the ring that night. Alfred bounced in excitement.
“Yeeeeehaw!! We’re gonna have Prom!!’
Now the question remained.... what were they going to wear and who were they going to ask out??
The Rams themselves don’t even know! They might need some help from you!
The year is 252 AN and in the capital of his ‘majesty’ Nevolnik, things are uneasy. The compound is in constant unrest from the Rams being stuck together with hostility and energy in their veins. Three whole generations of teens and who even knows how many kids are still wandering around making it more stressful. Fights breaking out, aruging with the parents constantly and each other, it’s wack, yo.
And I, the grand hero of the West, Alfred, know that this cannot stay this way! I’ve found my way into Pop’s secret archive a good while ago, and I know the secrets of the past will have the answer we need to make more harmony in this cesspool of hormones'.
And Pop’s collection of old films from that America place.... this might be our answer!
Are Nevo and World from Dreamtalia the same? They look really similar
(They’re similar I’ll give you that, and I kept drawing them in each others clothes by accident, but they’re not the same person. But here’s a side by side comparison of the two, in both body and wings. One’s more twink, the other twunk. One more cardium the other more rustish red)
That… hm. You know when that happened originally, that was a pretty big deal. Huge blow to the nation’s morale in the war all together.
It wasn’t very pretty I’ll tell you that much, and something I’m not very proud of. Granted, I’m not proud of most things I did back then.
“Heyr, himna smiður, hvers skáldið biður.”
“Komi mjúk til mín miskunnin þín.”
“Því heit eg á þig, þú hefur skaptan mig. Eg er þrællinn þinn, þú ert drottinn minn.” …. *sigh*
“Huh– Ah, coming!”
“You all took your time coming back! You said you’d be home by morning, not nightfall! Oh well, the boarders are pretty strict these days with all that nightmare stuff going around."
"But no one’s heard from Nevo in weeks, so you guys must have done something right!! I’m so happy for you guys! I’m just glad you’re back.”
“Welcome home!!-”
“–!!”
“Good evening, boy. Might I inquire what you were singing earlier off your balcony? It was quite lovely.”
“W… What are you doing here?”
“Calm yourself. I am not here out of malintent. I am here to fulfill a promise, nothing more.”
“A… promise?”
“Yes. See for yourself.”
“Here they are. Glass, gold with pearls and a metal most holy. Ain’t they quaint?”
“…. the… These are… What did you do to my family?”
“You catch on quick, boy. I suggest you don’t ask however, they-”
“Stop with the riddles and out with it!! What happened?!”
“My my, moonshine, what a temper you have. It’s no surprise you most likely inherited it from that brute of a leader you had. He even had the gall to take my eye. Oh well, he got what he had coming to him. An eye in the palm for a skull in stomach is an even trade, wouldn’t you agree?”
“….Nnnh….”
“And that uncle of yours, cousin? Who knows. I had little to do with him. A Migardian serpent of his descent had a score to settle with him. No matter, it is no business of mine. Who am I to get in the way of a millenia long conflict?”
“And… m…. my brother?”
“Ah yes, the older brother. If you are anything like him, it was for the best you stayed behind. He was quite the fiesty type, never knew when to quit. He took down half of my militia purely on his own.”
“What did you do?”
“My what impatience, how impolite. He tried to run away. Well, more correctly, he tried to help everyone else run away once they realized they were outmatched. But one cannot exactly run if they have no legs, now can they?”
“…. NnnnNnnh…”
“And now we come to this moment. Your brother mentioned something about having a sibling, and wishing to know if they were safe. So, i decided to come and check on you… and perhaps had to my collection as it were. What a pleasant bow that is you wear, is that silk?”
“.. NNnnNnhh…”
“NOOOOO!!! Sweden!! Denmark! .. .Norway…. NORWAY!! BIG BROTHER NOOOOO!!!”
“I told you!! I told all over and over it was a suicide mission!! Who knows if your people can recover in time when you resurrect… IF you resurrect!! You should have brought me with…. I told you… I told all of you…. no….”
“There there, my child. Yes, let it all out. I know what it’s like to lose a family member so close as a brother. I lost mine, you know. But if there is anything you must learn is that you must rise from their ashes and carry on in their stead. The Scandinavian front is abandoned, helpless, barren without a leader. And yet, here you kneel, while crumbled with grief you can make a stand! Come join me, come inherit your new found territory and rise to a new empire with me! You can at last grow from this permanent prepubescent state into a grown man! I have a room made for you already, and you will find plenty of familiar faces there along with you. Think of it, warm meals, a nice bed, security, knowing you’ll be on the winning side of history-”
“Stop. Just…. just stop.”
“Hm?”
“Kill me. I’d rather be buried with my family than live and serve as your footstool. You can have our land. Just please, I beg of you… don’t hurt our people. They are innocent.”
“Ah, my child. My heart bleeds for you. But hark and let it be known. God is indeed a merciful being, and your prayer will not fall on deaf ears.”
“For He has answered you.”
“Glass, gold with pearls, a holy metal, and the purest silk. Yes, I believe that is a fine set of nordic treasure. Oh Iceland, dear, your brother will be quite pleased to see your things again in his cell.”
“Ah, such a shame about that lovely song though. It was very beautiful. Shame it will never ring the air ever again.”
“Listen, smith of the heavens, what the poet asks. May softly come unto me your mercy.”
“So I call on thee, for you have created me. I am thy slave, you are my Lord.” …. *sigh*
“Woowoo?”
“Mm?”
“There you are, woowoo. I thought that was your voice. I almost didn’t recognize you, I never hear you sing!”
“Mikhail? How did you get past the- you know what, nevermind. You have your ways.”
“Heheh!”
“……”
“….. You missed dinner. Papa said he’d hardly seen you all day, and that maybe you’re not feeling good?”
“I’m fine”
“… You sure?"
"Mm.”
“…….”
“…….”
“Can I come over?”
“…. Sure.”
“So… what were you singing? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing before. Must be a good song.”
“It’s… an icelandic hymn.”
“Icelandic… Iceland? Like that one island that’s actually green but vikings called it ice to trick people? Papa taught me that!”
“Mhm. It’s a song about asking above for mercy and healing.”
“Healing? … Are you sick?”
“No, more for the mercy part.”
“Why?”
“… Your woowoo isn’t a good man. Your papa’s been right about keeping you all away from me. I’ve… done a lot of bad things, hurt a lot of people and… well, I’m afraid.”
“You get afraid? You?”
“I do. Everyone gets scared.”
“Well, you don’t gotta be! I’ll protect you, and Papa too, and eeeveryone else!”
“But you’re the ones I hurt.”
“But you’re trying to make up for it! I remember when you fed Alfred those bad cakes and made him sleep, and it made everyone sad and got Papa real mad! But ever since, you’ve been trying to get better. When you make one of us feel bad, you try to help, and you learn not to do it again!
”…Hm.. Really.“
"We love you, everyone does, and we want you to be happy, woowoo.”
“… Thanks, jiijii. I needed to hear that.”
“You’re welcome, woowoo!!”
“Mm. Hey, would you like to hear more of that song.”
“Yes, please. I like it when you sing!”
“I’m glad you do. Maybe I should give it a try with Emil sometime, I have a feeling he might like this song."
Even if it reopens those wounds and makes him remember, it’s for the best. I can’t stop the road to redemption, only be ready for my atonement when it comes.
(howdy yall its been a year! but kyo muns been getting a lot of asks about bringing it back and well, why not? I had mostly held off because i was working on a HUUUGE ask post that required a lot of drawing. Im gonna see if i can get that done and posted then open the floor, if yall still interested and all.
*whispers* Reve, does Vanya know you're here? Have you talked to him yet?
Oh sure yes call attention to my charade, thanks everyone thanks.
All I want to do is see how everyone is I thought they were dead for so long and the world was hopeless after the cataclysm even all my arcana are gone but yet here everyone else is especially my f a t h e r of all people coming back
i missed him so much i missed all my friends even though all of them wanted to murder me over and over and over and over but i want to help they dont deserve this no one deserves this especially not from that piece of fuck–
“… ? Feli? Are you… en pointe??”
shitshitfuckshitfuckholyballsfuck–
“Ve!~ Father!!~ I heard the most wonderous music today! I was so inspired!! I wanted to daance!! My toesies hurt a bit. or a lot… but I’m okay! Papa said this was ballet!”
“… Goodness. I suppose you must have had a natural talent at it in another life then. Maybe ask Papa for some proper equipment before you go at it again. The fancy moves are always neat, but you should try the basics first.”
“Ooh! The leaping parts!”
“Hmhm, yes, the leaping parts. If you ever perform for everyone, please do reserve a seat for me.”
have some random bad god au nonsense from me and lubo replaying kingdom hearts chain of memories, we just CANT take it seriously so this whole time, soras journey is just mikhail having an overly active imagination with imaginary friends with his “keyblade” (some keys on a dustbin broom), his “friends” (imaginary friends, mostly of magi and judgement) and his “simba summon” (the compounds pest control cat who likes the treats mikhail gives) every world is just a different part of the compound (wonderland is the garden, halloweentown is the basement) and some villains are just some asshole servants and the good guy protags are just his babysitter pretending to be different roles for the sake of imagination
(So ya might be thinking we’ve flown off to lala land and stopped posting again. ... Actually its mainly because Kyo’s been working on a bad god project on the side. This is just the simple outline (that has a whole third of it missing, but best to show that part when its fully done) and it has a long way to go to being finished but Kyo wanted to share it with you guys anyway. Also as a show of yo we still here, things are being done behind the scenes we swear)
Will we see another bad god dub video? It's been a long time since we got one
(Possibly! We would need more posts that are fitting to be dubbed over. We’re trying right now to mostly focus on getting things back on a stable consistent basis first!)
I watched one of your "Let's Discuss! The Bad God" videos and I have a burning question. Why is Matthew one of the favorites? Is it something about his past self or is it just a personality thing??
“All right, that’s everyone! Let’s go play, you guys!”
“… You guys didn’t pick me-”
“Last one out’s a rotten egg!”
“…. *sigh*”
“Manchest, stay away from that dirty boy! You’ll catch a disease if you’re around him too much. Might as well rob you blind while he’s at it.”
“He’s nice though, mommy! We had a lot of fun!”
“He’s far below our station, dear. Come on.”
“…………”
“Hey, kiddo.”
“!! Father!”
“They leave you behind again?”
“… Yes, sir.”
“Mm. … How would you like to spend some time with me then?”
“Eh, really??”
“Sure, let’s head out. I got some ideas of some fun things we can do.”
….. I guess… He reminds me of myself when I was his age. I can’t even imagine how it was on his own. I want to at least give him a little more happier of a childhood compared to what I had…
