Terracottabreaker - Greetings, Darlings

Thinking about,,, Lalter

An if of an if, ghost among the ghosts, one of a kind. The result of solely one, specific, set of events.

There is only one of her, yet she’s called to Chaldea. To a Chaldea. To all Chaldeas.

She roams through the halls. The servants she meets often pass through each other like ghosts, unaware of each other; different Chaldea, different worlds. “Why do you ride a horse indoor?” Asks Jack, or maybe Nursery Rhyme, or maybe Bunyan, a few seconds a few Chaldeas apart. “Why do you ride a horse indoor?”

(Llamrei is like her; one foot, one hoof, between all worlds, the eye of the storm. Her friend. Her anchor.)

“You’re always up at the oddest hours.” Say Robin, and Sanson, Emiya. “Don’t you ever sleep?”

She can’t remember the last time she was awake.

Battles are easier. Singularities are easier. She’s at her most coherent when the world is breaking. It’s like only one of them can be whole at the time.

“Lalter!” The Master waves at you. “I’m glad to see you today! You’re so hard to find, I swear.”

Transient. Dream-dweller. Her very existence is but flickering. Of course she’d be hard to find.

(… And, admittedly, she’s made herself scarce. Seeing other versions of herself isn’t exactly pleasant. Like someone else watching her through her own eyes.)

The Master sits next to her and speaks of many things at once. The Master is asian, black and white. The Master is blond, brown-haired and red-haired. The Master speaks to her in Japanese, Russian and English. It’s all just sound. It’s all just a body.

(She’s heard people, many times, wonder how could the Master spare so much love for their servants. She wonders if the Master themself is aware of this. That Humanity’s Last Master could have been anyone, that they all overlap, a thousand eyes and a thousand voices and a thousand hearts that beat and echo and love love love.)

“It must be weird,” they say absent-mindedly (they for indeterminate gender and they for multiple) “to see so many versions of yourself on a daily basis.”

And she turns towards them, turns their head to their face and their timeline and their Chaldea, and can’t help but mutter; “Wouldn’t you know best?”

Haven't really posted any actual art in a while, so here's the first frans comic I've drawn but never posted lol

i love how first we thought wanda had messed up the multiverse, then sylvie, then peter and stephen

JUST TO FIGURE IT OUT IT WAS ALL OF THEM AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME

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whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)

Self-protection spell.

when in a quiet place chant;

Elements of the sun,

Elements of the day,

Come this way,

Powers of the night and day,

I summon thee,

I call upon thee,

To protect me.

So shall it be.

Read Part 1 here because it was getting long hahaha. Click read more to torture your dashboard even more (and I kinda accidentally put a lot of time into it).

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Venom: ‘they’ll never find the body” is a boring threat. Threaten that they’ll never stop finding the body.

Deadpool: They’ll be recovering pieces of you for at least three months. You will be alive for at least two of them.

Spiderman: that’s terrifying.

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for my money i think the reason ralsei seems to ping as A Little Weird to so many people, and why kris doesn’t seem 100% on-board with them and prefers to talk to/seek comfort from susie when they get to choose, isn’t that ralsei’s a weird little saccharine asriel clone. or, it’s not just that.

it’s sort of unclear whose friend ralsei actually is. kris’s, or the player’s.

from the moment you meet ralsei, he’s hyping you up as the Hero of Legend, the one who’s gonna save the world from an eternal nightmare. he encourages you to be kind, but at the same time always lets you make your own decisions. making recommendations, never demands. not to you, at least.

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