Work was inspired by @vanmec 's art :)
Young Terzo was someone who liked to stand up early, so he could do whatever he wanted without his older brothers or Nihil scolding him for it. Today he still felt sleepy but there was something he really wanted to do. The will to do exactly that made him stand up and sneak into Omega's room. The quintessence ghoul of his older brother was still sleeping, his little snores echoing in the room as Terzo sneaked in and looked for the ghoul's robe. It hung on a hanger on the closet. The lower part of the black frock almost reached the floor. Terzo chuckled softly and reached for the garment. He held it tightly to him and groped out of the room before running into his own.
Once there, he took off his nightgown and slipped into Omega's robe, which was of course much too big for him. It was way too big at his shoulders and the sleeves completely hid Terzo's hands. Not even the tips of his fingers were still visible. He buttoned up the too-big garment, getting tangled up in the process, which he didn't care about, and pulled the hood over his head. Chuckling, he turned once and looked at himself in the mirror. "Now I look like a ghoul too!" he said happily to himself.
Meanwhile, Omega had also woken up and was standing in front of his wardrobe, perplexed. His robe was missing, but his mask and necklace were still there. Irritated, he took a pair of black pants and a hooded top from his closet and put them on in combination with his mask and necklace. At least this way he would meet the dress code for ghouls. While he was getting dressed, he noticed a familiar smell. Sighing, the ghoul left his room.
On his way towards the dining room, he was stopped. "Omega? What in Satan's name are you wearing?!" shouted Secondo before standing in front of him. "Forgive me, Papa, but someone has stolen my robe." Papa Emeritus II made a soured noise. "Did you smell who it was?" the human asked with anger in his undertone. "I think so, Papa." "Don't let it all come out of your nose, Omega! Who was it?!" he growled angrily. Omega would have liked impossibly to lie, but to his master he could not. "Your little brother, Terzo, Papa." "Questo piccolo... Dannazione! Una piccola spina nel fianco! He'll regret that!" Secondo cursed and trudged toward Terzo's room, but Omega quickly followed him. "Wait! Please, Papa! I'm sure he didn't mean any harm! I can handle this myself!" Secondo looked at him angrily and shook his head. "No! He must finally be shown his limits!" hissed Papa Emeritus II and aggressively knocked on his brother's door, who opened it after a short hesitation. He was still wrapped in Omega's robe. Omega had to stifle a 'nawww'. Terzo looked really cute in the way too big robe. "Oh... Brother... What do you want?" he asked innocently. Secondo cursed under his breath and raised a finger. "Give me Omega's robe IMMEDIATELY or I'll tell father!" he threatened in a loud voice. Terzo winced and tears gathered in his eyes. "P-please don't, brother! I-I just wanted to..." His trembling voice faded into nothingness and he looked to the ground. "What did you want?!" growled the taller one, still angry. "I-I wanted to look like a g-ghoul." Omega looked at him in rapture and stood slightly in front of him. "Please, Papa... Don't be so hard on him. He didn't hurt anyone, did he?" Secondo looked at him stunned, but then sighed. "Fine. Let him play carnival then, but don't you dare not give him back his robe, fratellino!" hissed Papa Emeritus II and left, annoyed. Omega looked at Terzo smiling, who also smiled again. His cheeks were slightly red and he rubbed the tears from his eyes, but he looked happy again. "Do I look like a real ghoul, Omega?" he asked squeakily. The ghoul pretended to think, but then nodded. "Like a real one." Terzo beamed and hugged Omega lightly. "May I keep your robe on a little longer?" he asked shyly. "I'll need it in a few hours, but until then, I'd be happy to." The human was enormously pleased by this and proudly strutted through the corridors of the abbey for the next few hours.
Omega was just happy to see the youngest Emeritus happy and smiled to himself.
When he needed his robe, Terzo gave it back to him without protest and then went about his own duties.
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Day 18+19:
Good/Bad Ending
@octogoblinoctober
Good/Bad Ending
His whole body hurt, he had trouble seeing straight and all he knew that he terribly missed someone. Otto Octavius to be exact.
He just had wanted to apologize for his mistakes toward his former head scientist but now he lay here, in a lonely alleyway.
But let's start this from the very beginning, Norman Osborn's regrets after the fight he had had with Otto.
And another glass of whiskey down his burning throat. He knew it wouldn't help his situation, he knew it wouldn't change the fact that he had lost a friendship today. Actually he was sure that he had lost his only friendship today. Otto Octavius had always liked him through all his mistakes but when Norman tried to steal his credit, he'd stepped over an imaginary line.
//It can't just be over... I, I have to apologize... Fuck!// he suddenly thought, stormed to the wardrobe, took one of his expensive coats and ran out in the dark, like a maniac just to find Otto and to apologize for his mistake.
Otto had a lovely apartment in a loveless area. Everything was grey, lonely and kinda sad. Right now he was going through several side streets, hoping he would be out of this in a few minutes.
Suddenly a group of black clothed men came up to him. There were five, tall guys, non of them looked friendly. One came up to Norman.
"If you wanna pass, you have to pay." he said with a russian accent. The CEO looked around, knowing Otto's apartment wasn't far from here. "What if I don't want to pay for your drugs, idiot, mh?" This had been a mistake, the shorter man felt that a few seconds later when a fist hit him in the stomach. Two other guys grabbed a hold of his shoulders and held him up. "You'll pay for that, Schnoz." the russian guy said and punched him another time.
Only after about 20/30 punches they let go of him and left.
Norman didn't know how long he laid there already when a shadow came up to him. The CEO blinked heavily and tried to look up. His face felt absolutely swollen and he himself felt sick. "Osborn ...?" the shadow asked and kneeled down. "Damn .... Osborn... What happened to you?" he added, revealing that he was Otto Octavius. Norman turned his face and looked up as good as he could. "I-I wan'ed o (to) apologiesch (apologize)...." Otto obviously tried to keep the anger out of his features, as he gently tried to help his former friend up.
For the first few steps that actually worked but then Norman suddenly stumbled and fell. "I-I don't f-feel so-o good..." "Okay, okay... Relax... We'll just take a little break here and when you feel better I'll bring you in my apartment, yeah?" Otto suggested and squatted down next to him.
Good Ending:
Norman nodded and leaned back a little. "M-my stomac'.... hurtsz (hurts)..." he whimpered and tried to find a position in which his head wouldn't throb so badly. "May I look at it? Just to pay safe."
The CEO looked up and nodded again. Otto smiled and opened his dirtied dress shirt to examine his stomach. Huge, blue, violet, red bruises were revealed under the silky fabric. The scientist gulped and gently touched them. They were hardened and Norman flinched as he touched them. "Do you feel dizzy or lightheaded?" "Jus' (Just) a lil'..." he answered slurring and made eye contact. Otto swallowed again and searched for the other's pulse, which was rapid. //Damn... Not good. I have to do something.// The taller man took a deep breath and squatted next to him. "You won't like that much but I'll lift you up now and drive with you in a hospital." Norman lifted a brow. "C'mon... I don' need a doctor..." he slurred but was to weak to fight back when Otto actually lifted him up and sat him into his small car.
"Please try to stay awake." Without closer explanation he drove to the closest hospital and made a call on his way there.
>Hello? My name is Otto Octavius and I'm currently on the way to the hospital. I have someone with me who has internal bleedings. It's really important.<
>Ok. Thank you, we'll be there in a few minutes.<
Otto hung up and drove faster until he arrived in front of the ER.
There, two nurses were already waiting for them. One had a wheelchair with her. Otto didn't waste much time, lifting Norman who only protested quietly, out of the car and put him in the wheelchair. One nurse immediately took him to the emergency room, while the other stayed with Otto.
"It's good that someone like Norman Osborn has such good friends. If your suspicions are confirmed, you probably saved his life..." she said and turned to leave. Otto smiled and drove home to his Rosie.
In the end Norman survived the internal bleedings but never came to thank Otto because his former head scientist avoided him as much as possible.
Bad Ending:
Norman nodded and leaned back a little. "M-my stomac'.... hurtsz (hurts)..." he whimpered and tried to find a position in which his head wouldn't throb so badly. "May I look at it? Just to pay safe." The shorter man just nodded again, more slightly this time. Otto carefully opened Osborn's shirt and froze. Most of the other man's stomach was violet, blue or red. Everything of the bruise indicated internal bleedings besides the fact that his counter part was short of breath, with a rapid heartbeat and as pale as a wall. //This is bad...// Otto thought and grabbed his phone. Norman looked at him with confused, anxious eyes. "No, no. Don't worry, you'll be fine. I just have to make a call, ok?" The CEO nodded and tried to catch his breath. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, hardly overhearing the call Otto made.
>Yeah hello, my name is Otto Octavius. I need an ambulance.<
>I found a friend of mine in the ...avenue... I think he has internal bleedings. He has a rapid heartbeat, is pale, has bad bruises around his stomach area. Everything is hardened there. He is very short of breath.<
>We are in a back alley.<
Norman looked at the taller man, watching him how he put his phone away. "I feel tired... Do you think... we coul' wait a lil' longa...?" he asked slurring a few words. Otto looked at him with sympathy and sat down next to him. "Sure. Help will be here in a few minutes. Just stay awake ok?" The CEO tried to nod and blinked to stay awake. He felt incredibly tired. "I-I'm sorry, Otto... For every...thin'..." he suddenly whispered and made eye contact with Otto. "What is that supposed to mean, Norman? It's fine, you'll be fine, ok?!" The dark-honey-blond haired man heard the desperation in his former friend's voice. "For you it'll be fine ... Thank you... For staying... By my side..." he stammered, his voice breaking and faltering all the time. Octavius stared at him with huge, blown eyes. He heard how Norman's breath weakened. "No, no! Stay awake, come on. Help will be there in a minute... Come on!" Norman looked deep into those dark, chocolate brown eyes and lost himself in them as he breathed out shallowly. Everything was swimming, slowly turning white than black. It felt like falling asleep and then it was over.
"Norman? Hey! Don't kid with me! Would you please blink. Come on! Wake up!" Otto grabbed his shoulders and shook him gently. "Norman?! NORMAN!" In the background he could hear the sirens of the ambulance but it started to blur softly when he understood that Norman was gone.
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Sweetheart getting all emotional and letting the tears flow as he took his final bow at VaNYa’s last performance yesterday was too much for my delicate little heart 😢
Well done and congrats to all for such an awesome run though. What a show!! 🥹 (Still holding out hope that it might return to London and I can finally see it myself for real.. 😍🙏)
Credit: bwaySHO on YouTube
Me and my mutuals rebloging the same post
holiday season in customer service burnt me out SO BAD but here's all the ghouls masks with floral language to describe the respective albums :3 all listed under the cut!!
coming darkness, the storm approaching, birth of a new age and the coming of Something
ox-eye daisy: patience
black mulberry: I will not survive you
oleander: beware
welcome the anti christ, humanity at its worst
adders tongue: deceit
snap dragon: deceit, a gracious lady
dittany of crete: childbirth
absence of god, no one to help you
night shade: falsehood
black dahlia: betrayal, dishonesty
survival, death, plague
black rhododendron: despair, death, danger
for the life of me I can't remember the orange flower
rise and fall of empires, failure, hypocrisy
geranium: folly, stupidity
lavender: distrust
tiger lily: pride, wealth
a friend did all the flower research for me!!!
𝑪𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀
( #SHARPSUITE ) — a semi-selective dualmuse blog for Chishiya and Ann of Alice in Borderland. Played by Brittney ( 24 | She/Her ) . 10+ years of writing experience. Crossover, Au, and Multimuse friendly. Please ♡ or ↻ if you would be interested in writing!
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2002 born artist, who enjoys varying actors and fandoms. Currently, may change in the blink of an eye, it's Andrew Scott and British TV shows :)
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