#linear flux

[goblinplant]

Hej käraste <3

I have an ask for you I haven't seen on your blog yet (I'll send the same ask to your other blog):

In an orpheus and eurydice scenario, who would not look back at all and live? Who would look back early, and who would look back close to the end, when things become more difficult?

OH MY GOOOOOD. BABES, THIS IS A HARD ONE. Enjoy the sad???

S pauses right as they reach the precipice. Their steps faltering to a stop, only for a short moment before they say; with the strength and assuredness to counter any fear in both of them. "I love you." They don't look back, and step out into the world of the living alongside their love.

Yeaaah this one is hard cause, S is kinda... how do I put this... Dumb? But they love MC with all they have, even if that happens to be just hope.

Hakiem has not stopped during the whole journey, his feet bruised and sore by the point the two of them reach the edge separating the underworld and the living one. He doesn't stop even when the light touches his skin, nor when his sandals catch on the rough ground. Only once a few steps outside the entrance of the cave does he turn; undeniable love in his eyes as they warm from seeing MC alive and well again.

Easy honestly, Hakiem is a very patient man, almost to a fault. Even if he was to turn once 'both' had reached the world of the living and MC was never there and it was just a cruel trick, he would have tried. That matters to him.

Elton sees the light, the trickling of it against the rough cave wall. His feet leaving echoes that drive him half insane, yet there has been non of MCs. 'Forgive me, forgive me, forgivemeforgiveme-' "Forgive me-" He turns, to be meet with that warm smile he had fallen for, like Icarus into the sea- and it doesn't fade. Even as MC does-

'I do.' MCs lips move, give no sound, nothing but shapes that soon lose themself along the tears Elton sheds. That night he stays, right on the verge between the land of living and the underworld. What else can he do? There is nothing out there for him.

This was a hard one, cause Elton is hardy, he is. He if gruff and stoic and at times mean. But if he fell for MC? It'd be over for all of us, we lose, we can never have him- even if MC was to pass. He is devoted the same way a hound is to its master, but uh. Like - a penguin that mates for life.

The two pass by the fields of asphodel, and already there is a nagging feeling of doubt digging into The Boss' mind, what was the word of the god of death; how trusting can he truly be? "MC?" They ask, receiving only the faint rustling of wind across the fields. "I- Have come to love you, far more than I ever thought someone like me ever could, I wish for you to know that."

Then they turn, to see tears trailing down cold cheeks, cheeks they will never be able to caress. 'I love you too.'

This was a surprising one for me, cause I always though of The Boss as someone really really nonchalant and figured they would simply just rush through it all so they could have MC again, but- this felt more fitting. A quiet confession, controlled heartbreak.

M steadies themself, feet just about to pass the crossing of life and death. It didn't mean much to them, before MC. It was simply the way of things, they accepted it with the still acceptance of one avoiding emotion like a plague. But that was until MC, beautiful, lively, spirited MC. Even if this was all a rouse, a cruel trick to be played on mortals of the world, there was a chance. They step across, grass under their feet, flowers dancing across the moonlight field. "M?" Their knees buckle and they fall, a broken sound escaping them. Yet they dare not look; even as warm and gentle lips come to kiss their own.

Yeah, M would, if they failed, speed run back down to Hades and have some very strong words shared between them. Possibly just out of the hope to be punished just as harshly as they just made MC be for their own inadequacies. But they would succeed, by force if they had to, meaning they would actually rather blind themself and stumble out of there bloodied if it gave MC a better chance.

Sigurd keeps humming, a soft tune just under their breath. The trip had been filled with it, that nervous tune, moments of them almost turning around and quickly stopping themself. But as they stood right at the entryway of life, the song goes silent. They shouldn't. They know that, they feel it physically in their body.

Their mind screams at them as they finally turn, face falling upon seeing MC stand there. "Oh- Oh no. I had to be sure... I didn't-" Tears fall, rolling across their reddened cheeks. "I'm so sorry- I can fix this- I will.. I will find you again! I promise!"

Yeah Sigurds own anxiety and doubt would prevent this from going right, and their delusions would make them believe they could fix this again. As if Hades was to give a second second chance.

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In the modern world, what would be the lifestyle of the characters be like? Who would be working, who would be studying, who would be doing both, and who would be doing nothing?

AAA okay cute! Hmmmm,,, I have actually mentioned this kinda a bit to a friend in the past... I'll be honest, I kinda answered this thinking it was for my other blog Ouroboros end, so I will simply answer for both IFs

S would love to be a ranch hand, simple as that. They love taking care of animals and farm work so why not!

Hakiem would be a public relationship administrator at NASA or astronomer. With a side business making and selling baked goods.

Elton would be a CEO for his fathers company, and be a veteran. Probably the easiest one for me to figure out.

The Boss would be their own boss, for a tech company working with security.

M ooooh boy, probably a model? Considering that is what they were in the story, but I can see them creating their own fashion brand and producing ethically sourced fashion.

Sigurd would be a sugarbaby, I have no doubt about that- With a influencer gig on the side, making food content and travelling.

Okay so, I think Simeon would work as a really sad Patissier in a café. He enjoys food, and is pretty decent at cooking, however he really shines at making treats and desserts.

Delvin would be a sports coach, like big league, ex player type of deal. He is harsh but has the needed experience to guide a team to success, and he likes to boss people around. I can also see him as a personal trainer.

Alda would either be studying to be a botanist or a vet. She loves animals and nature, so she might try to become both, if she is able.

Calypso would not have a traditional job, they would either be a high fashion model, streamer or influencer. It just fits their vibe and energy I think.

Noor would be a kindergarten teacher or a nanny as his regular day job, but would be studying to become either an archaeologist or archaeolinguist! While he looooves history and everything that comes with it, I think he would really love his day job taking care of little ones!

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I will abuse your ask box if nobody else does it, idc.

<3

RO and MC stuck together in a confined space, hiding. What happens? Who gets flustered? Who enjoys it?

OMG BELL I ACTUALLY WROTE THIS WHEN FLESHING OUT THE CHARACTERS EARLIER THIS YEAR! So I will use that as the base cause a lot of them have not changed.

Slightly hints at more NSFW type of scenario but not really so I will still have it under the cut, but more for the sake of the text being long lmao.

This will be longer than usual I fear lmao… Crushing stage~

It had only been a minute or two, and S had moved more times than MC could count. "Ah am so sorry bout this sugar, really, I shouldn't have grabbed ya like that..." The like that in question is with MCs back flush against the front of S body, half bent in a position both their muscles would complain about later. They try to cover a cough into their hand, which sends them careening into MC, their muscular chest pressing up against them. "Oh saints preserve me, good lord...! Am I sqwooshing ya...?" S isn't the best at remaining composed when close or touching someone they like, so this would be like a dream turned nightmare for them, and you can bet that later on, they will go over just how very different the situation could have turned out if they could've just stayed composed.

Hakiem had been quiet, but not for lack of trying, he had for a moment opened and closed his mouth, resembling a fish, a cute one but a fish non the less. He knew that eventually whoever was out there would leave, but they were taking their damned time. He had just about enough time to pull MC with him and behind the door before the stomping steps of the stranger had entered the room the two were searching, and that had left them in quiet the position, MC arms on either side of the liberators waist, leaving him pressed against the wall. MC turn their head just in time for Hakiem to attempt to speak again, only for his voice to betray him, sending a wave of heat across his cheeks. He carefully raises the papers he nabbed from the desk to cover his face, leaving only his eyes. Amber shining like honey in the light, looking everywhere but at MC

“They... will leave soon.” MC whisper to him, leaning closer to avoid being overheard. He nods, smacking his forehead against MC's. "Ouch..."

Its not normal for him to get flustered, he is usually very well composed, but- for a while now MC had been giving him this feeling in his gut. Like still warm bread, like that of tingling floral scents at the beginning of spring. From this close he could see each separate lash framing MC's eyes. It would almost be too much for him to handle until he figures out his emotions.

The silence was, loud for lack of better term, between MC and Elton, there had been no words spoken, not when he pulled them into the utility closet and not now. Though the sound of several rushing feet outside likely had something to do with that. The often silent man regards MC with a disgruntled look, one of his hands still tightly pressed against their mouth, and with a roll of his eyes he slowly takes a step back. Or attempts to, as his foot gets caught in what can only be described as a janitorial torture device, making him stumble. MC reaches out and yanks him forwards, sending him practically flying into them. He hisses as he slams his arm against the wall next to them, his other hand pressed between their chests. There's the faintest red on the tips of his ears.

Elton would, in the crushing stage probably be trying his best to avoid MC, or push them away, seeing as he is 45, he had simply just, accepted the fact that he was most likely off the market, not to mention him being somewhat married to his job and all. But MC is just, so hard to deny, not to mention they keep winding up in these situations...

The heavy clunking of armoured feet was barely dimmed by the thin door currently sheltering Sigurd and M, tangled together in a mess of limbs, all confined in a small closet, with MC trapped in between them.

The red heads breaths coming out in small bursts, landing on the vast expanse of MCs neck, a very distracting neck, if Sigurd was to have an opinion.

With the faintest movements, Ms eyes snaps back to gaze at MC, the electric blue of their irises shifting faintly to a deeper cobalt. Their face, as usual, unreadable, softens for a moment before they whisper. “My estimates predict they will likely leave within 2.5 minutes.”

Sigurd had hoped for more from the ever elusive android, yet they cover any disappointment with a sly smirk. "That's more than enough time to get to know each other, isn't it MC?"

I had to write them in a possible poly route I am so sorry... Sigurd would take it in stride and push the boundaries of their teasing, their goal being to make MC or M blush. M would however be pretty calm about it all, oddly comforted by the presence of both Sigurd and MC.

The Boss silently glances from the faint crack in the door leading to the main hall, their hands carefully placed on MC's shoulders. A instinctual protective measure. They idly rub a gently circular motion into their tense muscles. "Give it a minute more and we can leave." They calmly state, finally looking at MC with a hint of a smile. "Though this is very nice."

The Boss rarely goes on missions, hence why their route will be one of the most difficult routes to take. but if they were on one, and crushing on MC, most of it would be spent next to them. It's oddly comforting to be next to someone that makes them feel less like an unnatural creature and more like a human for a change.

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Hello. Hi. It's me. The alcohol has hit. Iykyk.

How would theROs react if the MC motioned them close as if they wanted to whisper them something, but when they leaned in they actually gave them a kiss on the cheek (crushing stage)?

AAAAAAAAAW, too cute! Love you Bell, easy on the whiskey lmao

S eyes crinkle at the corners, and they lean into the kiss. A bright red blush spreading to reach the tip of their ears. "Aw, why, that's mighty kind of ya. Thank you."

Hakiem raises a well manicured brow, a small smile blooming on his face. "Is that all you wished to tell me?"

Elton freezes, had... was that intentional? Did MC trip. It must have been on a bet. He looks around, no one is watching. "..." A small smile he's unable to cover appears before he looks away. "I...ahem.. Thank you."

The Boss cracks a rare smile, but only for a moment before corralling it into a more passive look. "Another will suffice I think, just to cover all the bases."

M stays perfectly still, an impassive look on their face, they however seem to follow MC as they move away. "I think I enjoyed that very much, MC, thank you."

Sigurd instantly turns to look at MC with a huge smile. "Shall I return the favour?"

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Favorite midnight snacks for the RO's??

OOOH good one, OKay so considering Linear flux does take place on our beautiful silly little earth, I will be using actual snacks from history!

S: Chocolate. Or honey. Or like an entire jar of Peanut Butter.

Hakiem: Oh Kahk for sure, but dried figs and dates are a top contender too, regardless of time. But he as a soft spot for popped makhana seeds too.

Elton: Hmmmmm. A good cake can never be wrong, but if he had to pick one midnight snack? Cereal, straight out of the box.

The boss: Time doesn't matter to them, and neither does food. (Coffee cake. Or a entire tube of whipped cream.)

M: Electricity, but if they are feeling fancy? Lithium batteries.

Sigurd: The type to spend 2 hours making food instead of settling for a snack, but its always a mess and a horrible creation. Very Scooby doo and Shaggy vibed food.

[goblinplant]

Is E still gender selectable?

AAAhh nooooo, E will be Elton, so male. I originally had all the RO's be gender selectable, except Hakiem, but I just didn't connect with the idea of Edna.

Thank you for the ask!

[goblinplant]

Omg tagged by the talented and amazing @suevi-if

Hmmm, let me seeeee, I think I am gonna tagggggg.... @theforest-if , @thelonelyshore-if and @from-the-depths-if !

I am gonna use a little snippet from the warrior routes backstory, since its my fav one, totally not biased at all...

Your breath joins the trailing plumes of steam, originating from the cup in your hands. It brings a momentary small comfort from the stark cold of the encampment you sit in, being the only source of heat for miles, besides that of the crackling fire at your feet.

The flames fight to remain lit in the midst of the heavy snow lazily falling around it. Small embers crackling and floating up, to disappear into the dusk air with a sense of reluctance, or perhaps with an attempt at valourantly stopping the flakes currently suffocating it.

You bend down and pick up the last remaining log, tossing it on top of the remaining charred firewood with the hopes it would set ablaze too. With your movement one of your fellow travellers glances up at you from behind their cup, giving you a tired smile on the edge of weariness, their body seated on a log, much like you find yourself.

Their name is Zaraiah, and they're one of the royal spymasters scouts. Having joined the guard four years ago, and only just settling into their new role of scout. And while you've known them for longer than most, the air around them always seemed tense when you were present. You had at first chalked it up to them having found you intimidating, yet that theory was quickly dashed with how often they seemed to seek you out. Now with having known them for three years came the acceptance that this wouldn't change, and for some reason you were not privy to, they would continue to act that way.

"I have to say" They start, their voice soft with the accent commonly found in Aspel, yet with a heavy underlying dialect found in its northern counterpart, Narinth, weighing down the tone. "This has to be the worst drink I've ever had."

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How would the ROs react if whenever the warrior MC encounters any new technology they immediately tries to slash it apart?

LMAO! This will be slightly touched on in the book actually!

But I love this silly scenario so much, so for this ask lets imagine its encountering something that's more witchcraft that normal technology lmao.

S understood, really they did, when they first arrived it took them a while to get used to everything, but this was... Quiet something. MC was struggling in their arms, tense like a rattle snake bout to strike, hell, it wouldn't surprise them if MC started to growl or bite the air. "Eaaasy there pardner... It's just a uh, whatchama call it, hologramophonic... uh.."

MC snapped their head back, teeth bared. "SEE! You can't even identify it!"

S would probably be in the boat of wishing to calm MC down rather than fuel the fire, hell they might even join in the suspicion out of genuine concern.

Being tossed from his reverie, Hakiem jumped to his feet, rushing over to where the sound came from. His heart was pounding in his chest and his hands felt clammy. "MC? MC are you well?" At no answer Hakiem let his hand hover above the door handle, letting it linger for a moment before rushing inside at a second crash. "MC I am so sorry, do forgive me but I need to make sure you ar-" He stops in his tracks, blinking for a moment before letting out a relieve sigh.

Mc stood over a snapped hovering disk, toiletries tossed across the bathroom and shattered against the tiled walls. "Hakiem! Stay back, the foul beast got up one before, it might try it again!"

After the confusion and some patience of a saint, Hakiem would be able to tell MC that they attacked a simple hovering drone. Seeing as Hakiem is one of the more "ancient" timed agents, he would be very understanding, and even slightly amused at times with MC's antics. HOWEVER, if it continued he would worry the changes were too much for MC to handle.

Elton looked up just in time to be able to dodge a flying missile aimed at his head. Behind him a monitor crackled and fizzled out, and with a small shaky laugh he looked over at MC, a tad of an unhinged smile on his lips before he shouts out.

"Oi y’cunt! Watch where y’r throwin that! Nearly took ma heid aff" A laugh slips out from between his lips, slightly manic.

"It stole my face, I rid it of a chance to do so again."

Elton has gotten used to the various technological marvels of the bureau, he has been here for 15 years after all. Depending on how long this goes on, his level of calm would eventually run out. The team comes first, and if MC can't keep their cool in any situation, then something has to be done. (Thank you to Lute and Lute's partner for spelling help with the Scottish speak <3)

The Boss frowns, their eyebrow twitching for the 18th time. It had been a bad idea of theirs to let MC recuperate in their office. At first it had been fine, limited small talk, MC looking around for a bit, but now they had been hovering by the small running water fall at the corner of the room. It shouldn't annoy them, it really shouldn't. But it had been a gift from Holoscene, it was... precious, to them.

A small intake of air is all it takes for the boss to snap to attention, moving their body in time to take the hit intended for the sculpture. "Out. NOW."

The Boss has lived with this for their entire existence, and they understand the fear that comes with the unknown, but seeing as their go to emotion tends to be annoyance anyways, its not exactly surprising that they find MC's blunders with technology more infuriating that cute. But if they feel soft sometime they would probably make one of those destroy rooms for MC to go ham in.

M stumbles forward, their interface flashing to light with a whir, soon followed with their audio receptors slowly kicking in to the horrible sound of metal groaning. They turn, only to see the worried look of MC as they give a final kick to the SRC (stasis recharge chamber).

MC hurries over, their hands reaching out to check over M's frame. "You- You are okay..." though a statement it seems more a question. "I thought you- You didn't respond to-" A frail sigh escapes MC and they look to the side, brows furrowed. "Y-You are well."

Okay so, not MC's best moment, destroying M's charging chamber but, I honestly think M would have been stuck with heart eyes at a human going to far to try to save them. Just don't let it happen again, okay?

Sigurd lets out a squeal, and not the good kind. "NO NO NO NO!" With a dramatic flop onto the couch they scurry over to where MC held a dagger to a small rotund robot. "PLeASe not him, MC please!"

"He is the reincarnation of death, Sigurd, he speaks foul words from the devil..."

"HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY!!"

Sigurd is pretty chill, and most of the time finds great joy in seeing MC break shit, by accident or intentionally, but this? Not their limited edition time friend. It's funny but only when not aimed at their belongings.