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[gustos-cave]

@drhegemony Yeah :] even if theyre not related, tummi is totally a Sibling of the other two to me!

Perfect excuse to get into my family tree fanlore now, everything here is non-canon and barely canon compliant lol

Starting with Clawdia, buddy, and Ursa!

I liked the idea of Buddy being Ursa's kid, so here we are. Ursa is in a relationship with Clawdia, who is currently missing. Clawdia and a few other Barbics got separated on the journey and havent made their way back yet. Ursa fears Clawdia might be dead, but shes not! The missing bears just got massively lost lmao. In my fan-sequel a plot point is the return of Clawdia and the missing bears... but they've aquired a third gummi clan along their way.

Clawdia is Grittys sister, and hes the surrogate father to buddy on his sisters behalf. Ursa thinks Clawdia is the bees knees, and the two of them match eachothers strengths really well. Literally, do not attempt to get into a wrestling match with either of them you will not win.

Over to the Grammi and Gruffi side of the tree now:

Abbi and Lemmi (Auburn and Lemmington, i realllyyy like giving gummi bears extended names lol) were on the younger side when they had Grammi. They're both a few years younger than Zummi's parents.

I personally headcanon the name "Grammi" to be a title more than a name, but shes been called it for so long that being called Daisy is a suprise. Only Zummi or Gruffi call her Daisy anyway. Gusto knows her name but prefers to call her Grammi as he is not "family" family, but i can easily imagine in a intimate/private setting he would call her daisy.

Dandelion is Grammi and Gruffi's younger sister. Shes only a few years younger than Gruffi. She and Rustford/Rusti had Sunni pretty soon after getting together. Sunni was about 4 when Cubbi was born. (since they seem to be around the ages of 12-14 and 8-10 this works). Sunni has a few memories of her parents, but theyre vague and fuzzy. Tummi remembers them.

When Dandi was newly pregnant with Cubbi, Lemmi and Rusti were killed. They and gruffi were attempting to repair a quicktunnel that was at risk of collapse when it finally broke completely. Zummi managed to pull Gruffi out of the way, but there was nothing else they could do. Lemmi was retrieved and buried, but Rusti was lost to the collapsed tunnel. After that, Auburn became very reclusive and slowly withered away from various sicknesses - seemingly brought on from a broken heart. Worsened, when Dandi died in childbirth with Cubbi. Auburn was the last of the non-show bears to die. Leaving us with our main 6.

Over on Zummi and Tummis side of the family now

Zummi takes after his mother a -lot-. Much like her, he loved going on adventures when he was younger, and has a fascination with learning new things. And a stubborn streak. Sadly he hardly knew her. She was accidentally killed by a hunter one day. She attempted to get back to the glen, and may have survived if she did. but sadly, she didnt. Burrowynn was the one to find her.

Burrowynn was the previous book-keeper, so zummi spent a lot of his non-adventuring time there with Burrowynn and later Lumou. Lumou didn't talk much, will gladly listen to you and be near you. A really gentle soul. He had a truely massive crush on Tangerine for the longest time. both of them are a little younger than Zummi.

Starlight was a few years older than Zummi, part of a largely unseen generation of bears. She, Moorsun, and Lumou all left the glen with Moorsun and Lemmis families. it was decided that remaining in the glen was "a fruitless endeavor" causing a major rift amongst the bears. Moorsun was the main person to argue about this, and the bears split from the glen. Lumou left, but Tangi decided to stay as Tummi was too young for such a journey. That, and she was the primary farmer of the glen at the time. She promised to join him when Tummi was old enough to travel. They went their separate ways. Sadly, this would never happen. the Glen bears lost contact. After some years, Tangerine went to tend to her garden - and never returned. No one is sure what happened to her, but they fear the worst.

Unfortunately in order to be canon compliant i had to find some creative ways to kill off or otherwise "disappear" a lot of these bears, I am rather attached to these fan bears.

[nikicherry1234]

Who is who, where they belong and what do they know:

I have decided that Deltarune, for having only two or three chapter left to tell, has way too many unknown characters. They are great AU material and hell to sort or make any sense of. So, I'll sort them for fun myself.

We have Gaster, the man behind a tree (let's call him Easter-egg), the Benefactor, Mike, image_friend, the cat, the Angel, ourself and Annoying Dog aka Toby Fox himself.

Let's group them together: 1) God supreme/Annoying Dog/Toby Fox. We won't count him, for obvious reasons.

2) Dr. Wing Dings Gaster. Let's group him with Easter-egg man, with Spamton's benefactor on the phone, the Angel of the Prophecy and Mike. Don't forget to make him the Devil too, that man has way too many sixes to him.

3) Friend, known as image_friend. That would be the Cat, Mike, Spamton's benefactor and the Devil. I almost forgot the Tail of Hell.

4) Ourself, the player, the only gamer which could possibly surpass Berdly. Possibly also the Angel.

Who is the Angel? As Gaster is the most likely source of the Prophecy, we'll make it him. And to avoid contradictions, as many people have already pointed out, Lucifer was once an angel too. This makes it not be a contradiction. For the Weird Route, origin of which I still haven't finally decided, Noelle and ourself (the player) share this title instead. (There is the possibility of it being a title referring to anybody creating anything derivative of Toby Fox's original work. Fan-fiction writers, fan-artists, fan-game developers etc.)

Next, let's get Mike out of the way. He's a microphone, as in Michael Phone or as Archangel Michael. That makes him one with Gaster. Not to mention the way Mike is talked about by the Fake Mike trio. "... (Green Pippins) he is obsessed with discovering Mike's true identity, to the point of having gathered evidence for a series of intensely wild theories on a conspiracy corkboard." "... is described as the Mike "who listens." "... there has to be a Mike who listens." ("After all, it's rude to talk about someone who's listening.") "why they cannot say whatever they want while in their own Mike persona and whether impersonating Mike for so long means the trio is Mike when acting as him." "From the Hebrew name מִיכָאֵל (Miḵaʾel) meaning "who is like God?" This is a rhetorical question, implying no person is like God." "... he is also associated with natural phenomena and causes rain upon the lands." "Asters, also known as Michaelmas daisies" "According to Greek mythology, asters were created through the tears of the goddess “Astraea.” One day, she looked up at the stars and found out that there were a few stars in the dark sky. She became upset and began to cry. As she wept, her tears rolled down her cheeks and into the ground, where they formed star-shaped flowers that were later named after her."

So, let's sort this again. What moved to where: 1) God supreme/Annoying Dog/Toby Fox. He stays as is.

2) Dr. Wing Dings Gaster/Easter-egg man/benefactor/the Angel/Mike. And still, the Devil (the dragon/the snake).

3) image_friend/the Cat/(may be the Tail of Hell) (suspected to be a possible future secret boss)

4) That's still just ourself/the player/the only gamer which could possibly surpass Berdly. And the parasite currently possessing Kris's soul.

The only one unclear now is image_friend. Other then pink and yellow and cats, we have nothing. I have nothing, for now.

[electric-butter-slug]

So I know this is the American centric webbed site n all but Canada Post has gone on full strike once again up here in Canada and I just want to say some things about it.

First, let's look at what started all this.

Canada Post Corporation (from now on I'll be using CPC for this entiry) has been negotiating with the Canadian Union of Postal Workers (CUPW) since just BEFORE their contract came up for renewal. This is common practice in unionized workplaces because the union DOES NOT WANT to strike. They would rather resolve things BEFORE the bargain has expired so there are no interruptions to service and everyone is happy.

This began much earlier than when most publications state it did. Most places have the timeline for the strike beginning on November 12th 2024. This is very much so a calculated move on the CPCs side because it makes it seem like the union is greedy and just went ahead and went on strike just to spite you and all the small businesses that rely on their services. In fact, you can find this information on Canada Post's own website where it has an article dated from November 9th of 2023.

Negotiations had been underway for over a year before CUPW made the decision to strike. They had been having nothing but problems negotiating with CPC because CPC knows that the Federal government will force CUPW back to work and end the strike. CUPW cannot get CPC to negotiate in good faith because of this, and this is proven to be the case once more on December 17th Chen mail delivery resumes as normal following the government's mandate.

CUPW puts out a handful of comments about how this is bad and the CPC will continue to not talk about what the workers truly deserve because they're "losing money" and need to make cuts. CUPW does not highlight the fact that CPC CEOs and higher ups seem to consistently be getting bonuses in their media communications, and instead they focus on the fact that undermining the union creates a fight to the bottom across the board for all unions. They're absolutely correct. However, there's also a lot to be said about the CPC model where parcels are concerned and the MANY reasons why CPC holds such a small stake in the greater parcel delivery model as a whole.

Work continues throughout the year to try and get CPC and CUPW back to the bargaining table. CPC demands that a federal entity called the Industrial Inquiry Commission creates a report on the business as a whole and makes recommendations to CPC. These recommendations are used by CPC to attempt to undermine the union and try to fill spaces with part time workers, slowly but surely phasing out pensioned positions with part time options and refusing the need for overtime by utilizing the same shady techniques that most retail employers do. This is not outright said, but you are not thinking correctly if that's not the conclusion you can make of it all. There is no other logical reason to cut back full time employees if not to do exactly this. The race to the bottom begins.

On May 19th, 4 days prior to the legally mandated period that CUPW is not allowed to strike ends, the union serves notice that it will be returning to it's strike by banning overtime on the 23rd of May. In response to this, CPC waits until May 21st as close to the end of the day as absolutely possible, to serve CUPW a new global offer. The timing of this is deliberately meant to ensure the union has zero time to review the offer that day. This is also deliberately designed by CPC to paint CUPW as the bad guys. "We gave you an offer, how dare you still go on strike? Aren't we so generous? Why can't you be the same?" It's seen for exactly what it is by CUPW who takes their time to review this new offer and the strike goes into effect on May 23rd. It is also worth noting that the offer provided by CPC were over 700 pages long. The union proposed a 2 week truce during the time they would need to review these new offers and CPC refused. Postal workers were now operating under uncertainty as they could be locked out by CPC at any time due to being on a legal strike.

Until May 28th when CPC finally returns to the bargaining table and provides their "best and final offer" to the union. CPC claims they have changed the bargain recieved on the 21st, but they have not. On May 30th, CPC decides to demand the government to force CUPW members to vote on an ultimatum they try to push with their "best and final offer." CPC refused to return to the bargaining table despite being requested to buy CUPW multiple times until June 12th 2025 when the Minister of Jobs and Families gives CPC what they want and orders a vote. For the entire month of June there's nothing but confusion and chaos about how the voting process will work for CUPW members. CPC does not provide information and keeps things as vague as possible. The union also files an official complaint about the unfair practice of the forced vote and is shut down by the newly appointed Liberal government (because, yes, we had a federal election during this strike too).

Finally, there is a statement that says that voting is starting on July 21st. All throughout the voting duration CPC plays tricks on the CUPW members by posting to their social media accounts who GREAT their offers are and how you should be excited to vote YES to them! They portray them are exactly what "the average worker wants" and more. Those posts are available to anyone on their Facebook accounts. More PR work from CPC to turn the public against CUPW and undermine their work.

On August 1st, the CUPW members successfully sent a resounding NO to CPC on it's nonsense offers and it's forced vote. Negotiations are attempted by the union until way further down the line on August 27th when they finally return to the table only to demand the union make concessions. Despite CPC offering steep discounts to Purolator as a direct method of undermining CPCs own position in the market. Negotiations continue to stall as CPC refuses to budge from it's rejected previous offer.

On September 12th, CUPW announced a new escalation to their strike activities with a nationwide flyer ban set to begin on September 15th 2025. This went ahead and cut off retailers from their consumers, dragging them into the fray in hopes of getting CPC to actually take them seriously.

On September 25th, a government official made a statement to the public regarding new mandates for Canada Post that includes massive cuts and huge service impacts. This includes the creation of a TON more community mailboxes, further reducing door to door delivery, reduction of service days, more frequent pricing increases on stamps, and the forced implementation of those part time jobs from earlier. The government has effectively sought to further undermine the union. As an aside, I work pricing and boy I can't wait for stamps to be changing price daily like the dozens of other products in our store /s

In response to this absolute attack on our postal service, CUPW went on an immediate nationwide strike, shutting down all services and beginning to picket.

If you've truly read to this point and you are still supporting CPC over the union, I sincerely hope you reread this again and change your mind. This is BAD. The overwhelming anti union sentiment in our country and further is not good. I strongly encourage you to stop fighting with your fellow workers and see things clearly for what they are. This entire situation could have been avoided if CPC had bargained in good faith ALMOST TWO FULL YEARS AGO. Demonizing the union is exactly what CPC wants you to do. But CUPW has been in the right this entire time. The government has been just as complicit in all this and demonizing the union is just ignoring the entire problem.

[twelvesblades]

Harpeia; the Forebearers of Iksalion?

june 11 2024

So these exist: the Harpeia. in the Cieldalaes specifically, Hullbreaker Isle. Acording to gamerescape they're only found here

sike they're also in Eureka Anemos but called 'Eureka Harpeia' so the database didn't pick it up:

and they have the same rig/ skeleton as the Ikalsion

(it's fucking dark in here; i had to pump up the brightness)

and i've been like: what's up with this? does this mean anything? then we get to Elpis:

so - Harpeia exist pre-sundering (called Harpuia. which is... barely a difference in name). but now they don't really show up much? (they also not in Norvrandt hint: Ixal do not exist in Norvrandt)

(Harpeia do show in Elpis alongside the predecessor of the mylodon, the ophiotauros and mylodons show up in Coerthas so maybe there are harpeia in Abalathia's Spine? time to visit sea of clouds)

So they are in the sea of clouds! i thought so. they are specifically north of Ok'Zundu on Mok Oogl Island! but the (Vanu vanu?) seemed to call them Tsanahale. There are no mylodon here though...

so. thousands of years ago, they were probably more wide-ranging and the Allagan took the Harpeia and used them as base for Iksalion but i guess they had… genetic nonsense going on

the Iksalion could also use a move called Furour (sp???) which looks like an expanding whirl of harsh winds. evidently they lost that power and now wield magic with catalysts like everyone else.

and they eventually settle in the Twelveswood but then the elementals take away the blessing for overharvesting and kick them out; suggesting the elements were shoring up their genetic struggles and the Ixal broke a symbiotic pact and were banished. But uh... i guess the Ehcatl Nine made up with them? but not that much. they still can't fly. hey. why don't the Ixal. build glider wings...

so Harpeia was the template for Iksalion who became more intelligent than their predecessors. however, the lorebook says: the harpeia is a cloudkin with an appearance of a man-like spoken. Interestingly, it also displays the intelligence of some of nature's more clever creatures like the Opo-opo.

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so TLDR; Harpeia forebearer/template of Iksalion. potentially were more widespread once.

[daniellesimagines]

Drunk in Love (Ashton Irwin)

word count: 584 requested by: uhhh myself lmao happy annual birthday imagine!!!! sorry it’s a lil late this year!!!!!! pronouns: she/her warnings: drunk ash, mentions of cheating  fandom: 5 seconds of summer  au type: regular summary: this isn’t the first time ashton has come home drunk after hanging out with his friends, but it is the first time he’s refused to get into bed with you to avoid upsetting his wife inspired by: @softanon (x) authors notes: im not dead, just unmotivated other parts: none

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You huffed as you finally got your boyfriend to the living room couch, taking a moment to catch your breath as he plopped down on the cushions. Ashton rarely let himself get too carried away while out drinking with the boys, but when he did, he was practically dead weight as he hung all over you when you picked him up from the club.

“Alright, Ash,” you sighed, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Mmm, no thank you,” he hummed, his eyes closed in content as he snuggled one of the couch pillows.

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I just can’t,” he insisted.

“Why not?”

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, “You’re really nice and thank you for taking care of me, but I have a wife.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you could feel your stomach drop – Ashton had a wife this whole time? You’d known him for what seemed like forever, and you never expected Ashton to be the kind of person to cheat in a relationship.

“Y-Your wife?” you forced yourself to ask.

But you weren’t at all prepared for Ashton’s answer.

“Her name’s Y/N,” he smiled, and your heart skipped again – he was talking about you? “She’s nice and caring and she loves our fish like they’re our actual babies and she smells like vanilla which is extra good because that’s my favorite smell so it means she’s my favorite smell,” he rambled, barely even stopping to take a breath, “And I love her and you’re really nice but I love her and I don’t want her to leave me because I love her so much.” You found yourself smiling softly – you never knew Ashton thought of you this way – and just accepted that he wouldn’t be coming anywhere near you until he sobered up.

“Okay, Ash,” you humored him, “Can I get you anything before you-” You cut yourself off when you heard him start snoring. “-fall asleep,” you chuckled to yourself, making your way to your bedroom so you get some sleep as well.

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The next morning, you walked down the hallway and into the living room, finding Ashton just now waking up. He blinked a few times to get used to the sunlight shining through the blinds, looking over when you giggled softly.

“Rough night?” you teased.

“Why was I sleeping on the couch?” he groaned, rubbing where his neck met his shoulder. You snickered softly with a shrug. 

“I tried to get you to come to bed, but you refused,” you sighed dramatically, “Something about how your wife wouldn’t appreciate you getting into bed with another woman.”

“Wife?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “What? No, baby, I’m not-”

“Her name is Y/N,” you began, trying not to smile when his eyes widened, “You told me all about how she’s a real sweetheart and the best wife and how you’re so happy you married her.”

“I did?” 

“Also said something about how you love that she smells like vanilla.”

“God, that’s so embarrassing,” he whined. 

“Hey, I thought it was cute,” you giggled, “Whoever she is, she’s a lucky lady.” 

Ashton rolled his eyes, his gaze following you as you walked over and planted yourself on his lap. His arms wound around your waist to keep you from sliding while your own rested on his shoulders so you could play with his hair. 

“Nice to know that even drunk, you’d never cheat on me,” you said, squealing when he started poking your sides.

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[mycatshuman]

Wrapped Up In A Rom Com

Chapter 3: Mom?!?!?!?

🏳️‍🌈 First off, happy pride month. Second, yeah I know it's been months. And I've had this in my draft for months. I'm sorry. Honestly, I've been watching a lot of the Dreamsmp and playing games on my phone and preparing for graduation. So yeah. I'll try to get back to writing but I cant promise anything.

Warnings: some swearing, mentions of leeches used as a medical practice, let me know if I missed any

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"There it is." Roman's eyes lit up as he saw the temporary house that had been set up for the group of archeologists to live in as they excavated the site. Virgil smiled slightly. Roman looked really pretty in that moment that he wasn't even going to try and deny that he was looking. He dragged his eyes away from the mummy and sighed. "Now we just have to get inside." 

The pair moved up the stairs and Virgil pulled out his key and unlocked the door. "Now, try to stay quiet. Everyone's asleep and I don't know if I'm ready to try to explain this." Virgil paused. "Hell, I don't think I'll ever be ready to explain this to anyone." Virgil and Roman quietly stepped into the house and closed the door behind them. "Sorry, it's a little dark so bear with me." 

Suddenly, with a click, a lamp flared on across from them. The two froze. Virgil looked over and pulled in a hiss through his teeth. His boss sat there in an old armchair, his arms crossed and his mouth pulled down in a frown. "Where have you been?" 

Virgil's eyes shoot down to the floor. "Uhhhhh." Roman looked back and forth between the two, confusion evident on his face. Virgil attempted to inch his way to his room only to crumble to the floor as he put pressure on his injured ankle. 

"Virgil!" Roman dropped to his knees to help catch the other as the other man surged to his feet and rushed to their aid. Roman held Virgil up as the other man kneeled before them. 

"What did you do?" The man asked. 

Virgil winced. "I fell." 

The man paused and raised an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?"

Virgil bit his lip. "Uh, no. I don't think I do care to elaborate, Logan." 

Logan rolled his eyes. "You are ridiculous." 

Virgil forced a grin that was really more of a grimace. "What happened is even more ridiculous and you wouldn't believe me so…"

Logan leaned forward and pulled off Virgil's shoe and began to unwrap his ankle to take a look at the injury. "Maybe you shouldn't assume whether or not I would believe you." 

"Alright, I went for a walk and fell through the hole of a tomb that is practically completely untouched and I found the burial chamber and then the mummy came to life and now he's here." 

Logan paused in his attendance to Virgil's ankle. "You're right, I don't believe you." 

Virgil groaned. "Come on, Logan! Look at him, he's real. He was a mummy not even five hours ago!" 

Logan huffed. "Honestly, Virgil. That is the most outrageous thing I have ever heard." 

"But it's true!" 

"He's right, I am a mummy, er, I was a mummy."

"I'm offended. Seriously, if you were going to try and fool me you could at least get a convincing actor."

Roman gasped, outraged. "Excuse you! But I am an absolutely amazing actor!" 

"It's not a prank!" 

Roman quickly pulled out a statue of himself he had grabbed from his tomb. "Look!" He shoved the statue into Logan's face, nearly knocking the others glasses off. 

Logan rolled his eyes but took the statue to look at it better. As he adjusted his glasses, he studied the statue before looking up at Roman. "You do look a little similar but that doesn't prove anything. All it proves is you look similar to him." He inspected the statue some more. He frowned. "This is in incredibly good condition." He glanced at Roman suspiciously. "Did you fake this?" 

Virgil groaned and let his head fall back into Roman's chest and whatever Roman was about to respond with just vaporized as his brain short circuited. Guy on chest. Guy on chest. Guy on chest! 

"Logan, why can't you just believe me? Why would I make this up? Why would I sit here and make a fool of myself in front of you?" Virgil sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Whatever." He attempted to drag himself up only for Logan to stop him. 

"Hey, no. I still have to check your ankle." 

The room went silent as Logan checked Virgil's ankle. Roman watched on with curiosity.  

"It's still swollen. Maybe you need to get some leeches." 

Virgil went rigid and Logan froze. "I'm sorry, What?" 

"Wait, do you not use leeches anymore?"

Virgil's nose scrunched in disgust. "No! We've long since moved past that." He shook his head. "I don't even want to begin to think of what else you might possibly suggest for medical problems." 

Logan went quiet as he quickly finished inspecting Virgil's ankle and stood up to go grab an ice pack. The archeologist student frowned. His boss was being uncharacteristically silent. Something was up. When the other came back, he kneeled once again and gently pressed the ice to the ankle. Virgil bent forward and held the pack in place as Logan sat back. 

"I-" The other began before closing their mouth again. Virgil watched Logan hesitantly as Roman poked at the ice pack. 

"It's cold!" The mummy exclaimed. 

Logan shook his head."I-" he sighed. "Virgil, I hope you understand how hard it is for me to grasp this or even entertain the possibility of this. But maybe this is real. But, we're going to have to do tests." 

"Tests?" Roman asked as his attention shot up to look at the other. 

Logan nodded. "Yes, to see if I can find any bit of evidence to support your claims." 

"Great, now can I please go to bed, I'm fucking exhausted." 

"Of course, I'll see you in the morning." 

Logan left and Roman and Virgil were alone once again. The latter huffed before pulling himself up and began limping up the stairs. "Come on, I have a second bed in my room. You can sleep there." Together, they went up to the second floor and down the hall until they reached another flight of stairs. "I'm suddenly regretting choosing the attic as my room," Virgil complained. 

Roman followed, eyes wide as he took in the walls around him. It was so different from what he was used to. And that was exciting. But the hallways were nothing compared to Virgil's room. Inside, he found a desk against one wall and two beds. On the desk there was this strange rectangular silver thing that sat flat against the desk and a small container with small tube-like objects sticking out of it. Next to it, a pad of sorts sat. Roman was so absolutely excited to find out what all of these new objects were. It would be his greatest adventure yet. He just knew it!

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Virgil dropped his bag by the door as he limped over to his bed and fell face first into the blankets. Roman yelped. "Don't do that! You'll hurt yourself!" 

Virgil lifted his head up, confusion spread across his face. "What?" He asked before he remembered what the ancient Egyptians used to sleep on. He let out a laugh. "Oh no! These are soft. There's a bedframe, which would be similar to what you used to sleep on but we added a mattress that's soft and it's better for our bones." The archeologist pushed himself up and patted the bed. "Come on, see for yourself." 

Roman set his basket done on the floor and walked over to the other bed curiously. Virgil watched on with amusement. Quickly, the mummy quickly poked the mattress as if it would bite him if he let his finger linger on the object for any longer. 

Virgil laughed lightly. "Don't worry, it won't bite." 

Roman stuck his tongue out at the other before turning back to the bed once more. He reached forward slowly and pushed his hand into the mattress. Sparkles sprung up in his eyes as he felt the soft blankets. Carefully, he climbed up into the bed noting the lack of pain on his skin that used to come with the bed he once slept in before he died. Tentatively, he bounced. Laughter bubbled up out of his mouth and he looked over at Virgil. 

The emo's breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of the Pharaoh's eyes. His dark eyes were overflowing with joy and wonder. He had never seen anything so beautiful. He watched in awe as Roman began bouncing gleefully on his bed, giggles bubbling out into the room. Virgil smiled softly and laid down, perfectly content with watching the greatest treasure from Roman's tomb as he experienced pure joy for the first time in thousands of years. 

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If last night was anxiety inducing, it was nothing compared to this morning. While being caught by Logan was unpredictable as his reactions could range from Disappointed Mom™️ to Unhinged Scientist™️, it was nothing compared to how the resident Dad would react. The resident Dad was none other than Patton Crofters, the polar opposite to his husband Logan. He had met both of them in college. Dr. Logan Crofters had been his Archeological professor. He had often stressed his disdain for puns so when Virgil first met Patton, he nearly choked to death when the other introduced himself with a pun. That was when Virgil learned that his professor hated puns except for when his husband made them. 

The three had grown close, Patton having proclaimed he was his godfather now. It was an interesting friendship. When the two asked if he wanted to join them on their archeological dig that summer, he had jumped at the chance. He quickly learned that Home Dad Patton was different from Archeological Dig Dad Patton. 

Archeological Dig Dad Patton was stricter than at home. He popped up next to Virgil nearly every hour with sunscreen to coat him in and a bottle of water and a snack. He also made sure that Virgil was being very careful when handling anything that could result in him getting hurt if he wasn't careful. Of course Patton was always like that but when at the dig site, Patton was scarily so. And Patton didn't hold back with swear words. Virgil remembered the first time Logan had denied Patton with sunscreen saying that he was busy. Patton had huffed and responded with "Logan Crofters. Stand up right now and put on the fucking sunscreen!" He wasn't sure he had ever seen Logan move so fast. 

Virgil had seen what Patton does when upset with someone and it was harsh. He remembered Logan coming into class one day extremely sad because he had upset Patton and his husband had denied any kisses. Needless to say, Virgil was terrified to see what Patton would say after learning about last night. 

After waking up that morning, he had just laid in bed and stared at the ceiling silently contemplating whether or not hiding under the bed was a good idea as Roman continued to sleep in the bed beside him. And when Roman woke up around an hour later, he was still laying there. 

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Roman yawned and stretched his arms as he woke up. Sunlight streamed in through a gap in the curtain. He sat there for a few moments after waking up. The bed was absolutely unbelievable! He had never slept so good! It was so soft and supported his body in a way his old bed never could. If he had had any doubts about living in the future, they were long gone now. Then again, how could anyone have any doubts about the future if there was such a gorgeous man as Virgil to help him adjust to the new century. Speaking of Virgil….

Roman turned to look at the bed beside him to find Virgil already awake. "Virgil!" Roman exclaimed, voice bright as he smiled at the other. "Good morning!" 

Virgil did not move. Instead he continued to stare at the ceiling. "How can it be a good morning? Patton is going to kill me when he finds out about last night." 

Roman's smile twisted into a confused frown. "Patton? Who's Patton?" 

Virgil sighed. "Patton is Logan's husband and resident Dad. Once he finds out I went off on my own AND got hurt, he's probably going to look at me disappointedly and I can not deal with that right now." He pushed himself up only to hiss as pain shot up his ankle. 

Roman's eyebrows shot up into his styled bangs and he quickly hopped out of his bed, rushing to Virgil's side. 

"Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help?" 

You could carry me to the kitchen, Virgil's mind unhelpfully supplied. He shook his head. No, that is not happening. Pull yourself together, Virgil. "No, I got it." He grimaced as he pushed himself up onto his hands to slide his legs over the side of the bed. Roman watched on anxiously, his hands hovering in the air between them as if awaiting the chance to help the emo. Virgil looked down at his ankle and sucked in a breath through his teeth. "That doesn't look good." 

Roman followed the others gaze down to his ankle and winced in sympathy. Virgil's ankle had swollen up again through the night turning it a nice shade of red as a purple bruise stretched across the skin covering the ankle bone. "Are you sure you don't need any help," Roman asked once again. "That looks pretty bad." 

"No, I'm sure it's not as bad as it looks." Virgil bit his lip and stood up to prove his point...only to yelp loudly as the pressure caused a strong jolt of pain to shoot up his leg. 

"Yeah, I think you should let me help you." Virgil opened his mouth to argue only to freeze. Roman frowned as he heard thumping. "What was that?" The sound quickly became increasingly louder. 

"Oh shi-" 

"Virgil!!!!! Are you okay?!?!?" The door burst open and a man stood there in dark brown pants with an abundance of pockets, a light blue, loose, cotton shirt and round glasses framing warm hazel eyes. The man's face was scrunched up in worry  as their eyes bounced around the room for any immediate signs of danger. Then they landed on Virgil and Roman. The two men remained frozen as the man panted from his run up two flights of stairs. He glanced between the two before his eyes narrowed in on Roman. "Virgil, who is this?" Asked Patton. 

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Title: A Tragedy of Errors Pairing: Herald x f!Sidestep aka Flystep Summary: A short little bit that has been rattling around in my head. Some adult content, but not much.

Once is happenstance, twice is a coincidence. Three times is a choice.

Or rather, she supposed the exact quote was, “three times is enemy action” and the irony of that was not lost in translation. In a way, this was the worst kind of fight, fought not with fists but with the open touch of palms sliding across bare skin. Gentle bruises, given in acts of love rather than violence, dotted her own neck and collarbone as certain as they colored his.

Herald’s—no, Daniel’s kiss pops and tingles across her tongue, bright and sparkling like the sweetest champagne and twice as intoxicating.

She often wondered how bitter they would taste in his mouth once he knew the truth. Once he knew that the hands that scratched down his back were the same that had struck him with ease, had defeated him in front of the world… what then would he think when he recalled the slide of his tongue across her lips, the taste of her skin, the way her legs wrapped around his hips so tightly when she came apart beneath his touch?

She could feel his mind so easily, like the warmth of the sun on her cheeks, breaking gently into her own thoughts like beams through clouds—fragments of how good she feels, how beautiful she is— I love her, love her, loveherloveherloveher.

There is a solar flare, bright and sharp and so hot that she feels as if it will burn it’s way through her very veins, cleansing the rot and ruin from her tired limbs and leaving her stripped and clean like bones under the hot sun. It is almost enough. His love is almost enough to make her give up everything, to forget her name and her plans and her revenge and just be his. To let him try and rub the pain and the anger from her as if it were a smudge upon her cheek.

…But there are things that can never go backwards once they happen, once it goes wrong and they had gone so wrong…and then no matter what was done, no matter who kissed it better... it stayed the same.

But these are not thoughts she has until after the sweat on her skin cools and the songs he lifted from her lips are silenced into soft even breaths; When he is laying on his side, his back to her, open and inviting and trusting.

She reaches out and touches him just once on the back of his neck.

They are a cliche of her own making.

I’m going to break his heart.

A certainty. A fact that needs no declaration.

And this is an old story.