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GREAT BRILLIANT RADIANCE Undertale & Deltarune AU

"Upon the end of Frisk and Chara's world, they visit Kris's world and join them for a short walk"

GBR is the 2025-2026 reboot of @hauntedhearts-au from 2019-2020

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131. Remember me

Flashback to Spring, 0104 (2606)… Vash is at his tenement unit in the Little Kowloon Subdistrict, when suddenly he hears the door open, so he automatically goes to grab his gun, and covers in a towel, opening the bathroom door, before pointing the gun, when he sees “Vash, you didn’t hear me calling you a minute ago? I had an InstaCart order sent to your house, since you didn’t have any food in here. Here’s your… Seven Cities Link card, there’s $$50 left on it.” Tarique says, as Vash quickly puts his gun aside, and says “😅, babe, you didn’t have to shop for me, but thanks… where’s the groceries?” “My assistant is putting them away… oh, Jaida, this is my fiancé, Vash… isn’t he handsome… um, Vash? {You’re wearing nothing but a towel… get dressed!}” “😅, I’m sorry, I was just in the shower, I just got home from work, and… you came with an actual human assistant. Yeah… lemme go get dressed!” Vash says, as Tarique says “Thank goodness you were here, Jaida, because… I would’ve been on top of him so quick!” “What?” Jaida says, as Tarique fans herself, saying “I’m trying to keep my composure, but you see how sexy he is.” “That’s a White man, Tarique, that’s not ‘sexy’ to me, now if he were Black…” Jaida says, as Vash steps out, fully dressed, says “You don’t have to do that, Miss, I’ll put away my groceries, thank you. Tarique, you okay? You hot? I can open the bedroom window… not that it’ll help.” “I’m fine… you’re just… so hot.” “Sorry about that… I can blame my biological parents for that, 😅.” “🫂👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼, you’re so cute, 😊!” “I hear that a lot… 🫂👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼. 😍… you’ve got me… donuts and meat lover’s pizza? I love you!” Vash says, as Jaida says “On second thought… you look like a quadr••n, you have any Black in your background?” “My biomom’s biracial, she was Bleu. My biodad was Irish.” “Oh… interesting.” Jaida says “Your hair is too voluminous for you to be fully White. Kinda figured that you were mixed with something else. Tarique’s previous fiancé also was of Bleu and Irish background. That man was handsome, but his albinism was creepy, you kinda resemble him if he had pigmentation.” “😅, I do have an older twin brother, we looked alike, except for his being albino… his name is Nai Saverem.” “Nai Saverem… never heard of him, but everyone knows who Nai Conrad is… He’s so articulate and well-dressed… He’s…” “Jaida, can you not… he was a micro aggressive man, always complaining about how I wasn’t carrying myself like a lady… because I like my hair in its natural state, and talking about how I should prepare for our wedding and becoming a mom, giving up my career, immediately after the wedding.” “Tarique {your fiancé lives in a rundown slum} you should want better than a scrub who can’t even support you… I don’t care how ‘handsome’ he is.” Jaida says, as Tarique says “He’s not a… scrub, if he’s got a job.” “Your dad approves of this… relationship? You should’ve just married Nai Conrad, the man’s a billionaire, he can provide you with your soft life that you deserve to have.” “I do have a soft life, I have a wonderful man, too, who lets me be soft!” Tarique says, as she hears “Vash, it’s Julius, Terrance and Mase…” “What’s up, guys?” “Yo… is that Tariq Dollaz’ daughter in your crib? She might let you… 😝!” “Julius, come on, she’s not a skanky thot” “Bruh… she’s in your crib… she’ll definitely give you some of that… 😝!” “Shit, it’s my neighbor, Duck… hey, Duck.” “Who was you fucking a few nights ago, because… your middle name is… Alexander Valentinez?” “😅, was she that loud? I’m so sorry, Duck, that won’t ever happen again, tell your boyfriend that I’m sorry.” “Wait… you’re really dating that rapper’s daughter? {Was it her that you were fucking like that?}” “😅…” “Oh, shit… you’re serious! You cracked {Tarique Alijah? Was she a… you know what?}” “🙂‍↕️…” “Oh, snap! Yo, Antwaun! I told you that was that rapper’s daughter and not Obulowale’s daughter! Oh, Lashanda… hey, girlie?” Duck says, as Lashanda says “Vash, you busy?” “Um… yeah. What’s up, Shan?” “You know how to steal internet from the internet pole?”

[quotes-from-oz]

In reality, I am the King, but the people don't know it. They think they rule themselves, but the fact is I have everything my own way. No one else knows anything about our laws, and so I make the laws to suit myself. If any oppose me, or question my acts, I tell them it's the law, and that settles it. If I called myself King, however, and wore a crown and lived in royal state, the people would not like me, and might do me harm. As the High Coco-Lorum of Thi, I'm considered a very agreeable person.

The High Coco-Lorum of Thi in The Lost Princess of Oz, by L. Frank Baum

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[sharry-arry-odd]

The personal, as everyone's so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here–it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide out from under with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it personal. Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way you stand a far better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous, marks the difference–the only difference in their eyes–between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again they cream your liquidation, your displacement, your torture and brutal execution with the ultimate insult that it's just business, it's politics, it's the way of the world, it's a tough life, and that it's nothing personal. Well, fuck them. Make it personal.

Altered Carbon, by Richard K. Morgan