Into The Voids: The Sequel

After the painful separation of Patton and Logan, we return to take a glance at their story 11 years later. . START: July 6th, 2021 . Ask Void Meld is technically an Fander ask blog.(so the Sanders sides characters belong to Thomas Sanders) The are ships, Logicality, Prinxiety, Demus, and possibly other ones, as well disturbing themes may appear. You have been warned . Into the Voids AU and Void Meld Au is owned by I-swear-its-not-eggs-benedict .

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Pronouns for the characters:

Patton: He/him

Logan: He/him

Daniel: He/Him

Jane: She/her/they/them

Harper: They/them/xe/xem

Buddy: He/him

Édouard: He/him

Virgil: He/him

Roman: He/him

Babe: They/them/he/him

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Ok, well I know I just kinda disappeared ,,, and I apologize for that

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[NED FACT: I’ve been hiding something. Or well, they just haven’t mentioned it…]

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“ Kin of mud, fire, and blood

To look forward and listen

The blood of mortals are ungiven

Guided to O’s passion

But is rejected in time

And to the sounds of sweet musick

Do I ever wonder? Oh, me in these vast seas.

Saturn has turned his blind gaze

For his vomit is disgrace

In this grace

I see that there is no Atreus and Thyestes

For their skin is unfed

His greed is bright and tethered

Nor do i know

Nor do i see

Nor do i listen

As one holds a babe to their breast,

I sense unrest

Beyond my time

I see a new country of mine. “

Excerpt “Moon Rising” Translated from The Malia, 1100 BCE

“ I gaze upon this emptiness and i wonder the meaning,

I look down to see star dust upon these hands

She, thy woman of the night, walks the blanket over the world every dusk,

And, her, thy woman of the stars, shines a light over the world every dawn

I am unmoving in my ways, I pull these tides, and watch

Dogs of dogs appear every so, and a babe’s cry echos every now

He who moves me does not exist

As all of us are coated in womanly bliss,

Not to say any is superior or inferior,

As we are all the same when it comes to blood,

Whether it’s gray or red,

You are shaped in my gaze,

But there’s is no defined mold,

I am all and I am none,

My desire is a world of good, but I know what drives the mortal mind,

For it is shaped after my own,

Shoot down a mountain if become a tyrant,

None is safe from greed,

Do not expect a heavenly abode, for we return to the soil,

For my son to hold,

I do not seek gifts, nor do i seek companionship from my creation,

Jupiter disappoints me, silly

But for you to hold thy hand and guide the

I would seek. “

Excerpt “Quisusaih’s Lament” from the Malia, 1100 BCE

“ Born of mud, shaped by our hands,

I see him in my betrotheds’ image, to have her beauty, strength, and passion

Yet their delighted idea is one i admire,

For he to have his own,

Lovely skin, blood that runs red blue, eyes of earth, and grit of stars,

“Ethual, no, Telyusysis, no, Wroaminala.”

Yet none fit, and asked his name, he kept it simple,

“Raspary.”

For the mortal’s tongue, I knew thy would not treat him well,

I asked him if he was sure,

In him, I see a thought,

Our beautiful boy, to hold the earth as his own,

He will have man’s image painted,

Yes.

Noirrahu will paint man

Strong jaws, softness, beauty, passion,

To have been built from mud,

Is truly a gift

He is the brink of art, for he shares that title with our daughter. “

Excerpt “Raspary” from The Malia, 1100 BCE

“ On thy babe,

Child of the fires

I know what they did,

While I can offer no punishment,

But I save thy grace,

Or well, perhaps I can offer some

For a child is a gift to be treated well, for they are the future that I wish to shape

Yet one should not be taken lightly, it is better to be merciful than bound them to time

Flesh to be burned and scorched by mortal hands

Dear child, I paint your face in my blood,

For animal blood is to eat ,

And thy skin is to touch

I want you to live, and dance your feet upon the dirt of the earth

But at last your toes cannot sink into the dirt,

So you must touch the stars with the pads of feet

Oh dear child,

I ask thy name,

“Utra.”

Do you cry? Do you dance?

Do you shower your mother’s light to the earth?

On thy babe,

I wish you peace, I would return you to the mud,

But at last I see something too bright to put out.”

Excerpt “Utra” from The Malia, 1100 BCE

“ I feel love is to have a form,

Something that doesn’t fade, but grows better with age

My blood, thy lungs, thy skin

I would wish to mix you

Oh sweet babe,

You’re the first

The oldest,

I see your eyes and resemble the stars

Lips that speak the same matter

I burn you into shape,

Dunk you in water,

There you are.

Perfection.

Oteriphanne.”

Excerpt “Oteriphanne” from The Malia, 1100 BCE

“ Thy babe,

The prince’s delight

Why do you shiver from this gift?

I watch over you,

With the ick of a beast and the power of a monster

Scales to cover

You had no power, just safety

Yet you pray for normalcy

Thy child, why do you hate her values?

There is no hate in your bones,

Though, you are no messiah

There is no savior

I know thy can be twisted by greed,

But you seem invulnerable to it

Sweet boy

Why do you cry?

Follow thy child

You bear an eye upon your chest

One of my own

Thy child of time

Thy child of merriment

Why do you shine your eyes away?

Dear babe,

Why do you scorn my gaze? “

Excerpt “Thy Child” from The Malia, 1100 BCE

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Hehe, I have some characters I know you’ll love

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Buddy and Babe are on their way.

Babe: Wait, wait! I thought we were going to the creek!

Buddy: SHH! It’s fine, we’re going to the creek.. and..

Buddy: And, well, past it.

Babe: What do you mean past it?

Buddy: We will be walking beyond it.

Babe: That’s a bad idea, we don’t belong here. We could get caught.

Buddy: We won’t get caught. I just want to see what’s over there.

Babe: I know,, you know there’s people who live over there. It’s such a incredibly bad idea.

Buddy: If someone sees us, they’ll just think we’re cosplayer children who are fucking around in the woods.

Babe: Oh Quisasah, save me from your hard head!

Buddy: Chill, you sound like your dad!

Babe: Shush!

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After Buddy wakes up the rest of the family,

Buddy: Pa, can Babe and I take our eggs to go? I want to hang out by the creek.

Patton:..Um, I suppose that’s alright. I’m going to head to work after breakfast, do you need anything before that?

Buddy: No.

Patton: Be back before 8.

Buddy: Yes, sir.

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Don’t be mad lol, but,

This sequel isn’t dead, it’s just that I’m one little itty bitty gay man

And I have a life, so i will come back and finish this, I just have some life stuff I gotta deal with lol

Sorry

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I know it’s been like a month, but like,,

I’m working on Babe’s plot aggghhhh and it’s taking longer than expected

Ok bye love you

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1. Nobleman’s Diner (Patton’s theme)

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[NED FACT: Virgil still hasn’t corrected Roman.]

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Couldn't you go without the kids? Just for a short trip?

Patton: I wouldn’t feel right…

Patton: I mean… I don’t want to lie to them either, just because I have a want. Even then Jane and Daniel are the only ones who know about their father.

Patton: And if something goes wrong, what are they going to do? They can’t call the police, or an ambulance without being found out. Or if there’s not enough food and stuff in the house?

Patton: I just can’t…

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Maybe we could get him to come to you?

Patton: We can’t.. If Logan could leave, I know he would.

Noble, irritatedly: I hate that I evolved enough to gain a moral compass.

Patton: I wish I could see him again, I would go in a heartbeat if I could, trust me.

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Dragging? Where we going in such a hurry?

Noble growls after separates from Patton.

Noble: Indiana! We’ve gotta go and get some thunderblooded loving!

Patton: I am not doing that. No one is going anywhere.

Noble: I will drag you by my mustache!

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Why can’t you go? Is it not safe?

Patton: God no. I would have to cross the Canadian border, I can’t do that when the kids are so big.

Patton: I was able to hide them the first time, but Buddy and Jane have grown into their adults stages so fast, I wouldn’t be able to hide them without declawing, defanging, detailing, and taking their horns off.

Patton: And there’s no way that I’m doing that to my children. Nor am I leaving them behind, I love him..but I’m not risking my kids’ lives for a man I haven’t seen in 11 years.

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Patton: I’ll call you back.

Go! Go! DEAR GOD PLEASE GO!!!!!!

I can’t. You know that.

I’ll drag you there.

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Does babe not like pasta?

Roman: Haha, no he doesn’t..

Virgil: Yeah, I’m not exactly sure where they get it from.

Roman: I dunno, maybe he just doesn’t like 14th century gluten free pasta.

Virgil: ..Yeahhh that could be it..