#((Phew this took a while. OTL))

[actualbird]

Once again I have just woken up and saw a new fic from you and read it and I am going to Scream

God the basement incident. Reading about it in the game felt like getting hit by a ton of bricks and reading your interpretation of the events that led up to it feels worse. I hate how well you conveyed the slowly growing tension and worry as Giann realises Marius is missing and can't find him anywhere. God, the kids who did it were so young too. At most 10 years old and already having nearly killed one of their cousins. I never realised how horrifying the implications were until now.

I really like the ice and cold theme that's present throughout the fic. While Marius was hit with the physical sensation of the coldness of the basement, it manifests in Giann as his mental state. It's such a good way to show how that incident impacted them both and tie Giann's feelings back to that incident in a more tangible way. The chill of that basement never really left him, even though it's been long enough for the seasons to change and to be outwardly warm.

Giann shouldering all of this on his own bevause of how busy his father is...Man

Bringing in Giann and Marius' mom too oh my god the way he feels like he failed her because he failed to protect and take care of Marius in that incident and now needs to make up for it...

That last paragraph hurts so much knowing that Giann is missing now. How must he be feeling, knowing that he once again can't be there for his brother when he needs him?

God this fic hurt so much, I think this might be the most angst I've read from your work since "and I feel my past regrets slipping into present tense". Excellent fic, I love your portrayal of Giann so much and I love the way you wrote about how the basement incident impacted him. Honestly, this might be one of my favourite fics you've written.

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wAAHHH good morning milkyway, thank you for reading "growing pains"!!! for a balanced breakfast, get a healthy heap of....angst.

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but gosh thank u so much for this ask, im so glad the pain managed to hit hard since it’s been quite a while since i last stretched my angst writing muscle (and my fic writing muscle in general OTL) so im rlly relieved to be seeing the emotionally devastated comments cuz phew thank god….ive still got it….. ;w;

hashing out the more specific details of how i imagined The Basement Incident was really interesting for me to do! all marius says in canon is along the lines of “a few older kids trapped me there as a prank” and “they were probably tired of seeing how everyone paid attention to me like planets orbiting the sun” and like. how much older is older. it cant be that old, because unthinking jealousy like that is such childish playground bully behavior. they were kids too, not really understanding the consequences of their actions

i actually cut a scene that was in my outline where like, those three kids who trapped marius in there were crying in the commotion once the ambulance came and once the Gravity of what happened set in. i cut it out for pacing reasons and for “giann, in that moment, would not care or notice them at all” reasons.

…..funfact: this is actually the fic where i think i did the most ever cutting of scenes and lines i first put down.

i wanted to be a little bit more restrained in how i wrote this? like, before i sent it to my girlfriend for editing, there were way more lines in the flashbacks further describing the “cold” of the setting and marius’ hypothermia, more paragraphs detailing giann’s experience of guilt, etc. i took em out. not rlly for the express benefit of the fic exactly, but i just wanted to try a “less is more” approach for once to see how it’d feel.

my verdict there is it’s super fun, results in a “muted” kind of reading experience that fit well here. the connections make themselves. it doesnt come to me as naturally as my more ramble internal monolog heavy shtick (i needed to look at my first draft for a whole afternoon just wondering what i wanted to axe JHKJHFSD) but it’s definitely a kind of technique i wanna try practicing more

writing process rambles aside, oh my gosh. “I think this might be the most angst I've read from your work since "and i feel my past regrets slipping into present tense” ” this is high praise to me since that fic is still one that i consider my most miserable piece in this fandom jvkJVJHFVKSDH

thank you so much for the lovely comment, milkyway!!! it’s always such a delight to see your thoughts and im so happy you liked this fic :’D

[queenharumiura]

The elite: Ponsol and Kyouya~

Send me a ship and I will grade it: ||Still accepting||

C: Not a bad ship

Since I already touched upon Kyouya earlier i’m going to skip ahead to this one;;;;;;;;; Since I’m typing this up, I see no need to tag myself kek

I see that their relationship would be… better off as friends, perhaps. I mean it really all depends on the verse that I’m playing, but if I go with the usual one, which is highly headcanoned (due to him only showing up for like what, 3 chapters? lol) he’s— he’s an ass. Plain, short, and simple. 

He’s an ass. 

With the way he grew up, he grew to think that he has to be better than everyone else. He’s above other people. In his mind, people have to be used or they are useless to him. Similarly, he has to be used, or be useless. 

If there isn’t a benefit involved, then there is no point to a continued relationship of any kind with him. He’s very untrusting of others outside the mindset of business. He likes to be in control and will not tolerate anyone telling him what to do. He’s stubborn and he’s very vindictive. If you get on his bad side, he’s more than willing to see to it that you rue the very day you laid eyes on him. 

Now, he is very understanding of how messed up he is. He was raised to be this way. Power is the ultimate and that’s all you need. The more powerful you are, the less likely people can rise against you. It’s that kind of mindset that he had drilled into him since young. Additionally, he was taught that he himself is nothing but a spare. 

Due to this, he has difficulties making any true bonds with people. He hardly trusts people in his own family. The only people who showed him any care are his grandmother, his mother, and his brother (in his own way). His relationship with his brother is a bit strained because of the whole ‘you are a spare’ and the whole ‘i’m partly the reason why my brother is this messed up’ thing. 

That’s just how I headcanon things because I wanted for something to explain why they turned out the way they did as humans rather than demons. Yay human AU’s. Boo given absolutely no canon information about them, so I gotta pick up the slack. 

So yeah, Ponsol doesn’t trust a lot of people and knowing how messed up he is, he can’t trust that anyone would truly like him for who he is. The only way people can like him is if there is some kind of a gain from it. Business is something he can trust. The give and take relationship. Law abiding contracts that hold people to their word. 

Ponsol isn’t a good person. Outwardly, he may smile and be polite, but he’s usually ruthlessly tearing into someone mentally. It was the way he was taught to tear into people, to see them as lesser than him, but that conflicts with the way h was taught from his mother. She taught him to not judge people and to be kind to people. 

He really loves his mother, and respects her greatly. So there is always this huge contrast between the ideals his mother taught him and the lessons he keeps getting drilled into him by the strict and cruel upbringing by his grandfather. His grandmother tried to help but she passed away while Ponsol was still young. 

From this, he turned into this person who only cares about profits, and being very vindictive in the way to give people a warning to not act against him if they know what’s good for them. If they touch anyone in the family, he has to enact vengeance because how dare they think that touching his family would keep them safe? There is no such thing as ‘if you care for their life, you will do as we say.’ABSOLUTELY NOT. Ponsol is supposed to not care. Do what you want. For every scratch you put on them, he adds another step to his ultimate evil plan to make your life a living nightmare. Your loved ones will not be spared. You thought to touch his family, so why shouldn’t he stoop that low as well? In fact, he’ll do far worse. It’s the family way to return favors double fold. 

He’s very cunning and he’ll figure a way to get away with most things. His brother is sort of the only moral backbone he has when they are near each other. Even then, we know that Shugarl himself isn’t exactly a model citizen either. They’re just asses in their own right tbh. 

So with all that, you can easily say that Ponsol is messed up. He knows this. It really affects his mentality, and it’s this clash of his emotionally and mentally that makes him such a horrible person. He’s got a horrid and angry temper from this clash, and he can lash out if you do the wrong thing in front of him. 

I don’t really see Kyouya being interested in Ponsol when he’s like this. Maybe business partners, but given how he is… I truly wonder if Kyouya would give him the chance. Kyouya is meticulous so he’d do his research. I can see him looking into some of the stuff Ponsol did and not being impressed. 

However, another part of me wonders if he’d look into the past and realize some concerning things about Ponsol’s upbringing. After all, Kyouya also had instances with his own siblings, and maybe he can relate to a certain extent, since he’s not supposed to be the heir being that he’s the younger brother of the family. 

Ponsol is also the younger brother of the family. He’s to consider himself the placeholder for whenever his brother finally ‘opens his eyes’ and decides to take over as the heir himself. Ponsol works hard because he wants acknowledgement. He’s not just a placeholder. He can do this job and do it well. He hates the fact that people think he’s just a placeholder and they look down on him or even try to undermine him. 

That goes against the idea that he shouldn’t let anyone look down on him and so it’s always a rough battle in the corporation. He always has to look strong and be strong. He has to be the best, even above his brother, but still be told that he’s nothing in comparison. So it’s this weird thing where he’s got a lot of pride, but it can so easily shatter the moment his brother comes into the picture. 

It’s this weird borderline of him being so prideful and haughty, but also having nothing. Yep. He’s fucked up. He honestly needs help, but he doesn’t ever reach out for it because that’s ‘weak’. 

Having not grown with a lot of affection, he secretly craves for it on a subconsious level, even though he doesn’t think he needs it. That’s why I write it that when he’s sick, he sort of is a bit childish. He’s weak, he can’t think properly or hold himself to his usual standard. Being cared for when he’s sick reminds him of the time when he was very sickly as a child and it’s like this subconsious plea for help that he never knew he felt. 

He thought he gave up on all of that to be frank. It is possible that perhaps Kyouya can notice all of this and think that Ponsol needs help. He may not like him, or agree with his methods, but he understands he needs help. 

Both can b of use to the other, so while they have a business relationship, Kyouya can try to unravel some of Ponsol’s deep hurt. 

It would take a lot of effort and fighting as Ponsol has his guard up, but he does crave for comfort and affection like I said. So, if done right, he would actually fold a lot easier than one would think. He’s very weak to people who are loyal and sincere. If one were to show him sincerity in some form, he would take note of that and deep down start to form a kind of trust and or affection for the other party. 

This can grow to the point that he can see them as a friend. With continued effort, it’s possible that something else can come out of that. Ponsol is a willful guy who is selfish. He thinks of himself first and foremost. He really doesn’t care much for other people. He only does for the sake of appearances. 

Still, he’s quite sensitive to emotional and mental abuses since he suffers a lot from that himself. So he is a bit sensitive to that too when he interacts with other people. He may be prone to showing a bit of kindness in a situation like that. 

So depending on how willing Kyouya is to give Ponsol a chance and to work with him, it could work out. Maybe. 

Like I said, Ponsol is a messed up piece of work. However, IF he actually manages to find somone he cares for, he will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. It’s like a greedy dragon who will protect his treasures. This treasure of his will be someone who he will be considerate to. 

Basically meaning, this will be one of the only people (aside from a few of his family members) that can tell him what to do, and he’d actually consider it. 

He doesn’t allow a lot of people into his heart, so if you managed to worm your way in, you best be grateful. 

If Kyouya somehow managed to get into Ponsol’s life in a positive manner (and not business), he’d see the deeper part of Ponsol that most people don’t get to see. It’s because you somehow managed to get past his defenses, and so he’ll let himself be open with you. 

Deep down, he wasn’t a bad kid. He can be a bit sassy and bratty, but he was caring for people. As an influence from his mother, he loves flowers. He had to grow up seeing people bash his mother for reasons, and so he’s very protective of his loved ones. He felt helpless because he couldn’t do anything about it as a child. 

Now, if anyone had something to say about his mother, he will flip shit. He still can’t say anything against his grandfather though, since he knows from experience that it has the opposite effect. 

Idk how willing Kyouya would be, but it could happen, but with a LOT of work. Ponsol would think well of Kyouya’s character, but he would also probably feel a bit… self-consious around him? He’s more upright and moral than Ponsol is, after all. 

So it would be a reminder of how shitty of a person he turned out to be and it would make him feel a bit bitter on the inside to be honest. Still, he wouldn’t hate Kyouya over it. He would just have more inner depressive escapades because of it. 

He respects Kyouya for his work ethic and his charisma. He wouldn’t think ill of Kyouya. Given that he’s from a line of doctors, which have the duty of healing people, there is a sense of care that he feels. There is respect from that, since it’s the opposite of how he sees his family. They are cold, conniving, and cruel. 

Businessmen usually don’t have a very good reputation so ahahah—

All in all, if a lot of work was put into it, I think they would be an interesting pair. They would be that power couple that no one could lay hands on. Everyone would have to tread carefully around them. I’m sure they would be able to support the other in regards to business. They would have a lot of trust in the other and I think that’s precious. Would be so difficult though and i’m honestly not sure if Kyouya would even want to put forth the effort into trying to tame this asshole lol. 

[redvelvetreel]

Red Velvet Reel 2: Pancake(s)

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Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: Stretch tries to get ahead of this Papa shtick by making pancakes (Papa-ncakes!!!) and in the process, comes up with the perfect nickname for the baby! Now, the hard and daunting part is deciding how to tell everybody...

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! Domestic Fluff! Pancake(s)! Brief mention of violence! Suggestive Implication (maybe? its very small lol)! Brief mention of Underswap Asgore and Toriel, Undertale Alphys and Undyne, Underfell Sans (Red) & Underswap Sans (Blue) & Swapfell Papyrus (Slim/Puppy) & Swapfell Sans (Black)!

Rating: Teen and up! (I guess? I don’t know ;;;;)

Note: Hgggghhhh now its messed up on mobile! OTL Stand by, troubleshooting!

“Remind what this is, again?”

“Practice!” Stretch flipped the pat of butter starting to sizzle in the pan with obvious gusto, “It’s what they always do in the movies- the little kid sits on the counter, making a mess while trying to stir the pancake batter, while the Dad cooks! And they talk about all sorts of things, mostly the kid asks all sorts of complicated questions the Dad struggles to answer simply. It’s good ol’ wholesome breakfast existentialism!”

Edge continued half-heartedly stirring the batter, “I see.” He paused, looking around the kitchen as though taking inventory, “I suggest you very, very carefully consider how much of a mess you make in my kitchen in the future. I won’t be lenient simply because one of you is a child and the other has the brain of one.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Stretch took the batter out of Edge’s hands, pouring some of it into the pan with a sharp sizzle, “You are seriously cramping my method acting here. You refuse to sit on the counter, you made the batter too smooth so I don’t need to help you smoosh the large uneven chunks-“ Stretch sputtered indignantly when Edge took the bowl back, wiping the side with a rag before it could drip onto the counter.

“Babe!”

Edge hid a smile behind his hand, looking away as Stretch channeled his outrage at the pancake by poking it with the spatula. Just as quickly, his shoulders drooped and he flipped the pancake, dejectedly, “Actually, you’re right. This is stupid, isn’t it? Babies can’t even eat pancakes, so it’s not like it even matters. Not for a few years anyway. Why am I-“

“Why- uh, chickens... don’t have... teeth?”

Stretch looked up, “Huh?”

Edge cleared his throat, feeling silly, “Why don’t chickens have teeth?”

“That’s what keeps you up at night?” Despite the teasing, Stretch seemed to have brightened considerably, turning away from the stove with a sparkle in his eye, “It’s super weird, right? They have to swallow rocks to mush up the food inside, so wouldn’t it be easier to just chew it up first? Or smash it up into smaller pieces before they eat it?”

Stretch looked at him expectantly. “...yes?” Edge didn’t know anything about chickens, he had no idea what to say, “So... why... don’t they?”

“Well, they don’t have opposable thumbs.”

Edge wasn’t sure what expression he was making, but Stretch collapsed on himself with how hard he was laughing. He pushed his (stupid) husband away from the stove before he could fall into the frying pan, plating the half-burned pancake. Stretch fell to his knees, shaking and laughing hysterically as he started to curl up on himself.

“Hilarious,” Edge muttered, pouring some more batter into the frying pan and picking up the spatula again, “I hope they don’t inherit your sense of humor.”

He didn’t look down when he felt a faint tug on his leg, poking the pancake’s edges loose in preparation to flip it. “I love you-“ Stretch called from the floor, but was ignored. “That really tickles my funny bone, hehe. Anyway, it probably has to do with weight. Teeth are heavy- stomach rocks are not. Chickens with teeth would also look really weird.”

Edge did NOT think about how a chicken would look with teeth, flipping the pancake with more finesse. Stretch finally sat up, leaning against a cabinet as he watched Edge start on another. “I bet Pancake loved it.”

“The pancake is not sentient and has no sense of humor. If it ever had one, it was all burnt away by your neglect. It’s more charcoal than cake at this point.”

“Ouch, what a burn-” Stretch said in that infuriating joke intonation, ignoring the irritated sigh he got in return, “But I was talking about our baby, Pancake. Although I bet my burnt pancake liked it too-“

He froze when Edge leveled him with a piercing glare, awed and a little afraid at how he was able to finish and start on another pancake without looking at what he was doing. “We are not naming our firstborn Pancake.“

Edge turned away with dismissive click of his tongue, repeating it under his breath like it was a curse, “Pancake! Ridiculous!”

Stretch filed the firstborn comment away for later contemplation and analysis, pulling himself to his feet and taking Edge’s old spot by the counter. He eyed the growing stacks of pancakes, crossing his arms self-consciously, “I didn’t say we should name the baby Pancake. I meant Pancake should be the baby’s nickname before they’re born.”

Edge frowned as he added a third pancake, giving him a perplexed look. “...Why? And do you want a fourth pancake?”

“Nah, maybe later,” Stretch carried both plates to the table as Edge turned off the stove, moving the frying pan to the adjacent burner. Stopping by the counter where he had previously assembled all the necessary toppings, Stretch managed to balance the jam, honey, and syrup in one hand and the large tub of sprinkles in the other. Edge obviously disapproved, quickly putting down the butter to take the precariously balanced bottle of honey and place it on the table.

“Cute baby nicknames are like a rite of passage at this point- everybody does it! Of course just ‘baby’ is fine too, but…”

Stretch pointedly ignored the disgusted face Edge made as he doused his stack of pancakes with honey, shaking out a mountain of sprinkles on top.

“It’s like a cool codeword! It’s not like it’s weird. Comic and Classic’s Alphdyne called theirs ‘tadpoles’, and I think Asgoriel called the royal prince... uh, ‘prince.’”

“Who?” Edge put down his fork, looking pensive, “It’s such an undignified nickname, though...”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Stretch gave a sarcastic bow, sweeping his hand out with great flourish, “Young Master Caviar? Their lordship White Truffle? Little… uh, other expensive food name? Eh… fancy nutellla?”

Edge kicked him under the table, hard enough Stretch jolted in surprise and banged his knees against the wood. He put his head down, trying to rub some feeling back into them, “C’mon, Pancake is really cute. It’s the most natural compliment to our Red Velvet.”

“Red Velvet?” The more Stretch spoke, the more confused Edge felt. Stretch did have a tendency to ramble when he was hyper. He knew sprinkles and honey were a dangerous combination... Edge reached over to grab the jar, bringing it next to his plate with a firm shake of his head. “You made this batter. If you wanted a different flavor, that’s entirely your fault.”

“My pancake batter is amazing, thank you-“ Stretch took a huge bite to prove his point, holding his hands up in a T as he chewed as quickly as he could. Swallowing loudly in a way that had Edge twitch in revulsion, he continued, “And not only is that the best cake ever, but it’s also our ship name. Retconned SpicyHoney on account that food combination is not as great as it sounds. Sad to say.”

“Stretch,” Edge’s voice had that deceptive calm that meant he was starting to get angry, “If I found out you made another novelty purchase for some inane reason, you had better pray the angel has mercy on your soul. Because I will not.”

Self-preservation won out the urge to make a joke, shaking his hands emphatically, “Ship, as in short for relationship, not an actual boat. I wouldn’t pull that ship with you.” Damn, so close. Curse his hilarious, ill-timed sense of humor. Edge gave him that look, but he did seem to relax somewhat. Phew.

“So, Alphys and Undyne call themselves Alphdyne, and our- sorry, my monarchs are Asgoriel for Asgore and Toriel. But no combination of Stretch and Edge sounds right. Stredge sounds like something you clean out of your coffee filter. Edtch just sounds gross.”

Edge didn’t say anything, continuing to eat in silence and a blank expression. Why was Edge so reluctant and out of touch with current trends? Sometimes it felt he was married to a crusty old grandpa.

“Red Velvet?” Edge prompted after Stretch went quiet.

“That’s us!” He shook his mind clear of the mental image of Edge knitting in a rocking chair, “You’re Red cause that’s the color of your magic and you’re really...uh, intense.”

Edge hummed quizzically, “I thought that was my brother...?”

“I’m the Velvet cause I am the approachable, soft one. And together we make a great dessert. The best dessert, even.”

“I see,” Edge said in that tone of voice he always used when he was humoring Stretch. “Why Pancake? There’s also cupcakes, cookies, the actual cake-“

“Cause none of those things move. If you’re the father, I’d be willing to bet a whole bottle of honey they’re gonna be an absolute menace when they start being able to kick and move around.”

“Oh? Not that much faith in your soul signature?” Edge rested his cheek in his hand, eyeing Stretch in a predatory way that made him feel very vulnerable, “I’d take that bet, but I don’t care much for honey.”

“What would you rather have?” Stretch regretted those words immediately when Edge smirked, tapping his chin as though thinking deeply.

“How about you come with me to the youth club sometime? The children would very much benefit from your softer... touch.” Edge emphasized the last word by laying his hand over Stretch’s and intertwining their fingers.

Stretch swallowed audibly, looking away from Edge’s piercing gaze and tugging on the collar of his hoodie uncomfortably, “Uh, I dunno, Babe. Those kids are really intense... and I don’t think they like me very much.”

“Nonsense! They’re just a little wary around you because they don’t know you well. They try to intimidate you before you can intimidate them. They’re still learning.” Stretch made a distressed noise, and Edge stroked the back of his hand with his thumb, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. I won’t let any of them bully you too badly.”

“Aw, shucks,” Stretch was trying very hard to avoid giving in. He knew Edge loved those kids in his own gruff way, and they weren’t bad kids. A lot of them had rough pasts they were trying to distance themselves from, and they were getting help to manage their tempers… but angry, scared human children were the stuff of nightmares. Even with some other monster volunteers there, there was no way-

“You can make them pancakes, and get some real hands on experience,” Edge whispered directly to the side of his skull, running a hand down Stretch’s spine. “I would certainly be very appreciative,” He squeaked with that unexpected squeeze to his lower back, staring as Edge leaned back and folded his arms innocently, “But that’s only if you lose. And you are welcome to pitch a counter offer.”

“Well, when you put it like that, how can I say no?” Stretch rubbed at his neck, relishing the twinkle in Edge’s eye and the kiss he got on the cheek. “And I’ll do it even without this bet. Next week?”

“Promise?”

Stretch let out a breath, “Yeah.”

“Excellent! Then as a counteroffer, if little Pancake takes after your lazy nature instead,” Stretch scoffed as Edge was still focused on that silly bet. He should know by now that Edge and Red took wagers incredibly seriously, and yet he was still surprised, “You need to take Puppy and Red out for some event. Your choice of activities, even mini golf, and the ability to freely veto their ideas. I would advise against bar hopping.”

“...You mean Slim?” Stretch was still confused over that latest development. Red and Edge regarded Slim and Black with suspicion and distrust, mutually held, for almost their entire courtship period. Then somewhere between getting engaged and moving into the ‘Swap’ universe permanently, Edge had somehow become absolute besties with Slim. Suddenly, he was ‘Puppy,’ and they would... sit and drink together at get-togethers without talking or really acknowledging each other. They were... getting along?

“Yeah, ok. I’ll babysit ‘Puppy’ and Red for a night,” Stretch didn’t have much to lose, and maybe he could gain some insight into this new friendship of theirs. Both of the Fell brothers had been their typical tight lipped selves about it, and Slim barely spoke to... well, anyone. “What do I get if Pancake’s not a flop, eh?”

Edge rolled his eyes, unimpressed, “You don’t want a bottle of honey?”

“Tempting,” He nodded sagely, “But if I’m gonna play nice with your friends and family, you’re gonna play nice with mine! Let Blue throw you a baby shower.”

At Edge’s dubious expression, he held up a hand, “It’s a human thing, but it’s pretty nice. It’s a little party celebrating the baby, and a chance for the parents-to-be to receive presents and advice from friends and family, play games, stuff like that.”

“Like a pre-birthday party?” Edge looked contemplative, before holding his pinky out, “Deal.”

Stretch extended his own pinky, and they shook on it. Stretch’s pancakes had long gone lukewarm, so he picked at them, debating heating them up again. Would the sprinkles melt? That’d probably still taste ok.

“So is that how you seal deals where you’re from originally?” He asked conversationally, watching Edge get up and start putting the various ingredients away. Stretch swiped the sprinkles while his back was turned, adding another heap to his plate. “Pinky promises?”

“No. That’s… Red taught me that when we were children, and it seemed appropriate. Deals are typically ratified through a Dust Oath. Both monsters slice their palm deeply enough to knock off a hit point, causing the area around the wound to dust. They clutch wounded palms together to intermingle dust, with one witness each.”

“Gotta hand it to you guys, that’s really intense,” Stretch flexed his fingers in sympathetic pain,  “I’m guessing you don’t do that everyday, huh?”

“No,” there was a wistful note in Edge’s voice as he reached up on his tiptoes, putting the flour back in the top shelf, “If you break a dust oath, the penalty is death- and it is always enforced. So it was typically only used to seal very important pledges.”

Stretch frowned at Edge’s back, standing up to put his plate in the microwave. He wondered if he should leave this thread or conversation alone, but he was very curious. Edge never did like talking about his home universe, despite an obvious fondness and longing.

“Speaking of promises, when do we tell our brothers?” Stretch asked instead. He didn’t miss the way Edge’s shoulders and posture became tense. He retrieved his pancakes and sat back down, waiting for his husband to stop scrubbing the frying pan with more force than necessary.

“‘Cause you said you wouldn’t go see the doctor about Pancake until after you told your brother first. And it has been like, two weeks. You’re kinda due for a checkup-“

“Yes, I know,” Edge’s voice had an (heh) edge to it as he turned the water on, rinsing the pan and placing it back on the stove to dry. Stretch finished the rest of his pancakes in silence, stepping around Edge to put his plate in the sink. He was stopped by a hand reaching out, grabbing his forearm tightly.

“I’m not... sure... how... ”

Edge’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet, so Stretch pulled him into a backwards hug, resting his chin on the top of his husband’s head. Edge’s penchant for high heels and his own poor posture always made him forget about their height difference, but moments like these left Edge looking so small. Stretch didn’t like it at all.

“I figured you wanted to do something dramatic, like have them work for it by completing a puzzle or a scavenger hunt or something. There’s a lip reading game that’s been popular lately- seeing as none of us have lips, that has great potential for laughs.” Edge didn’t say anything, but Stretch felt him shift, “But if you’re feeling something more lowkey...”

Stretch looked around the kitchen for a burst of inspiration, but nothing seemed to stand out. Except the dirty plate in the sink.

“We could invite our brothers over for breakfast or something, and give them a stack of red velvet pancakes. And then flat out tell them. Give em coffee in #1 Uncle mugs. What do you think? Simple but not exactly boring either.”

Edge leaned back, hugging his arms with a dejected sigh. Stretch wasn’t even sure what the problem was, why Edge had been so reluctant to share the news even though he was very clearly excited. He refused to tell anyone before he told Red... and then refused to tell Red. Did they have a fight? Was it some Fell thing? Was it because he insisted they tell Blue at the same time? What-?

Before he could say anything, Edge let go and stepped out of his embrace. He picked the plate up, starting to scrub at honey again.

“I think I’m going to be very tired of pancakes very, very soon. When do you want them over?”

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Mizumachi to Mika White Day drabble

((Phew! I did my best! I hope that you like it! Mizumachi tried very hard to figure something out, you know? I struggled too before I ultimately decided on something. OTL ))

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Mizumachi honestly wasn’t sure what to get the guy. All he really knew was that he was pretty timid. By timid, he really means VERY TIMID. The lil guy was… not suit out to be an athlete, that’s for sure. He would have to get more meat on those bones before he could even think about going onto the field with a Football in his hand, that’s for sure.

He could recall that Mika had dabbled into making things with like a needle and thread… and stuffs. That’s probably what he majored in, actually. Pretty clothes making. Whatever the major was called, that was surely what it was.

With white day coming up, he kept trying to figure out what kind of a gift that the guy would appreciate. Nothing sports related, surely. He didn’t seem all too interested in beefing up like Mizumachi was. Sports weren’t in the stars for this one, it seemed.

In fact, he seemed rather content with staying out of the sports world in general. If he was a idol in the past, then maybe that would make some sense, but Mizumachi still couldn’t really understand it. After all, Sakuraba was a prime example of that. He was a model while also being a football player, you know?

Wait, was he just a model? An idol?

What’s the difference?

Anyways, it was hard to think of something that wasn’t so sports related. Every time Mizumachi found something that caught his eye, he realized it only caught his eye because he wanted them himself for training purposes. Protein shakes, weights, and swimming gear all caught his attention for entirely the wrong reasons.

Don’t you worry little dude, he’ll figure something out.

The giant was perusing the Mall because of the wide variety of wares that it sold. It was then when he found a store that sold clothes and some fabrics. Well, that was a good place as any to start at. There were all kinds of materials to look at, and he didn’t even know where to start with anything. How did you know if something was good to make clothes out of? Which ones were easier to work with than others?

Heck, how do you know if someone is good quality or not? Are any or all of these some cheap knock offs of something of higher quality? Even if you were dealing with sports related things, you could find cheap knock offs anywhere.

Don’t get him started on things like Nike shoes and what not. Shoes especially were common to find cheap knock offs of. Sometimes it went for equipment as well.

It would be stupid of him to think that there weren’t going to be fakes of materials.

Yeah, just like this fake leather stuff. It looks a lot like real leather, but it’s fake.

This was difficult. He didn’t know what kind of materials would be good to give as a gift since he wasn’t too sure about what kinds of styles that Mika liked to go for. Maybe he always had certain themes he had to create for?

It would be a shame if he bought something to have it not be used. Even worse is if he didn’t get enough so it couldn’t be used.

Contemplating on things some more as he walked around the store, he stopped to look at the ribbon section. There were a lot of ribbons coiled around spools.

There were all kinds of ribbons to look at! There was lace, solid colors, patterns, and all other stuff that he found to be amusing.

His thought process right now was that even if he wouldn’t find much of a use for ribbons, it was small enough that it wouldn’t take up too much space. If they were just being used for accents, you wouldn’t need a lot to work with, right? It was likely the safer option than trying to find fabric to gift the lil guy.

Though he felt very out of place, he walked down the aisle, spinning the weird spinny things to see the different styles of ribbons that were hanging off of hooks.

Anything that was white in color, he noted in the back of his head to be forgotten if he didn’t revisit it in 20 minutes, no, 10 minutes.

It didn’t take too long for Mizumachi to have rounded up a handful of white colored ribbons and start shifting through them to see what kinds of styles there were. If any were too similar to each other, he randomly chose one to put back onto a rack.

In the end, he chose a solid white ribbon with roses embroidered into it, a beautiful lace with a skull design (gothic styles are cool, yanno? Like Gothic Lolita?), and he finished off with a white ribbon with rainbow polka dots on it. He thought it looked fun! It probably wouldn’t serve much of a use for Mika if he was trying to design clothing, but Mizumachi didn’t know a single thing about fashion so he thought fun ribbons would be the best accent to anything.

You’re making a wedding gown? Rainbow polka dots is what you need to finish things off!

After purchasing the ribbons, he had them packed into a gift bag and it sat in his room somewhere until the day came around. He carried the bag around with him everywhere as he waited for Mika to pop around the corner or something so he could finally go:

“OOI!! MIKA! Wait up, dude! I got somethin’ for ya!”

Poor guy was going to be frightened, no doubt. Could you blame him? A ridiculously tall giant was going to be jogging towards him imposingly, after all.

Surely Mizumachi would be able to hand the bag over to Mika after reassuring him that he wasn’t going to be hurting him or anything and he’d explain that the contents inside of the bag were to serve as a White day gift in return for the Valentine’s day gift that he received from Mika just last month.

You were 100% right in considering Mika would be intimidated at seeing Mizumachi approach at such a fast speed, he even gave a little squeal as he jolted up. Sure, he knew the blond wasn’t a bad guy -it took him a while to understand that- but the height difference and the sudden burst from that loud voice always made him jump in place like some scared little bunny.

It took him a moment to relax and understand that the blond only wanted to give him something. Something? Oh right, today was White Day… so did that meant this was a thank you for the ‘Strawballies’ as he had decided to call them? Well, never mind the strange naming Mika had been glad the blond had liked them -as loud as he was when accepting and eating them- as it felt like he had been able to finally thank him properly for his help when he almost drowned… and to show that he had friendly intentions -despite how scared he was most of the time. He didn’t really expected to get anything back.

“Eh… there’s na need…” he mumbled apologetically, but his words got drowned down by the enthusiastic voice of the sports guy.

Admittedly, he was just a bit nervous as to what could Mizumachi give him -and a part of him just hoped it wasn’t anything to exercise with because he might as well just die if that was the case. It was a pretty light bag for it though.

Curious he opened it up to take a peek inside. Ribbons! And they were so cute too! You could see his cheeks turning slightly red and his eyes sparkling brightly at the sight.

“Awawa… is it really ok for me to keep ‘em?” he looked up at the blond, eyebrows lifted in a slight apologetic way even though his eyes were still sparkling. The solid ribbon with rose designs and the one with the skulls were completely his type, and thought the one with rainbow polka dots gave for more cutesy and kinda silly, he could think of several ideas he could use it for!

Once Mizumachi reassured him that yeah, he could take it, and yeah he shouldn’t feel bad about it since they were for him, he gave him a wide smile.

“Yer a real nice guy Mizu-kun, Thank ya kindly~ I can’t wait to use ‘em~ I already know what I wanna do with ‘em” he hummed happily while holding the bag closer to his chest. Actually, he already had a plan on how to use this~

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Red string of fate

Leave “Red String of Fate” in my inbox… To see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write a drabble for it. ||No Longer Accepting||Note: I’m putting all under readmore bc length (or any other reason), numbers are on the bottom for a surprise, and i’ll make use of any AU I can to make these work. ((Geebs, this took me forever to come up with an idea for. Sorry you had to wait so long! I forgot about doing this over the hiatus OTL))

Fate, Destiny, prophecies, all sorts of ways to ringing people in to fix the messes that others can’t be bothered, or are too scared to get involved with. It was the year XXXXX whenever the oracle had prophesized children born in that year during the passing of the Salaur comet would gain unearthly ‘powers’ so to speak.

This comet was one that would visit twice every half a millennium, which equates to every 500 years. Not every child would come to have powers, however. The comet would hang in the sky for a period of a week before disappearing once more to return once more in the summer time before it would disappear into the galaxy once more. As this was the case, a good number of children would be affected by the comet’s unusual effects, and some having more aptitude for stronger powers.

It was rare, but in written history, it’s been said that some come to not possess any powers. Poor children born with no talents or skills to speak of have been forsaken by the comet and are left powerless.

With every raise of power, there will always be an equal opposite. As children were born with supernatural powers, so would evil sleeping beneath the earth. Having absorbed enough energy of the earth during the past half millennia, they would rise up once more in hopes to finally subjugate human kind.

The reason behind children gaining powers has been theorized to be because fate does not wish for the human race to be subjugated and thus grants special powers to children.

Mizumachi being one of these children who was granted powers had the mastery of mater. Some call him ‘Poseidon,’ for reasons he couldn’t quite understand, but accepted. His friend was often called ‘Trident,’ perhaps to match his name. He always thought that the name ‘Anchor’ or something would do just fine for Kakei.

A kid from a different village was known for his immense speed. He’d run so fast he needed something made to cover up his eyes. Don’t ask what his nickname was, Mizumachi didn’t bother remembering. He’s never met the guy after all.

Kakei had gone off on his own mission to subjugate the vile demons spawning in a nearby cavern. He’d left before Mizumachi because he was determined to not leave until he could convince another person he wanted to join their team.

The guy was someone that he found on his own abandoned as a kid, and he brought him home with him. The only thing they knew about him was that his name seemed to be ‘Mika’. He had two differently colored eyes and they were born days apart from each other—however, he had no powers.

This being the supposed reason he may have been abandoned by his family, if he had one still alive. Mizumachi often liked to look on the ‘bright’ side (if it could be considered bright) and suggest that they didn’t abandon him and he may have accidentally been misplaced. For all they knew, he was the only one left.

Sad to think you were thrown away, right? Since that’s the case, just come up with the theory that you weren’t thrown away, but ‘misplaced.’

The blond never could understand why anyone would want to abandon the guy. He was an angel (a nickname Mizumachi gave to Mika), wasn’t he? It was hard to think that he had a single bad bone in his body. He was gentle, generous, and just so full of happiness! Like a ray of happiness!

“Come on dude, stop struggling! You’re already here! You aren’t gonna be a burden, trust me!” Mizumachi had dragged Mika all the way to Ravern’s Trench, which housed many evil creatures. Every so often the gifted children would be tasked to ridding a good percentage of the monsters to prevent them from overtaking the town that was only 30 minutes away on foot.

Their town wasn’t too big population-wise so if they were attacked, it spelled certain doom for everyone in it.

Kakei was already fighting alongside a few other gifted children further down into the trench. Mizumachi looked around and set Mika up high in a tree on a sturdy branch with the instructions to stay there.

“Why did you bring him here? You know he can’t do anything.” A voice came from behind the blond. “Ah! Kakei! Sup, dude? I brought Mika along for moral support! As long as I see his smile, it gives me energy to keep going! He’s got that super sunshine smile, ya know? He’s not useless.”

This was something Mizumachi said often in regards to the other male. “I never said he was. Look, I understand how you feel, but It’s still too dangerous for him to be here. Take him back to town. I can hold my own for another hour.” Kakei argued, clearly disgruntled.

Mizumachi shook his index finger, making ‘tut tut tut’ sounds.

“Mika will be fine! I’ll look after him and he can fend for himself!” Mizumachi was the only one who seemed to believe in his words. Wherever Mizumachi got this idea was beyond comprehension. “Alright, let’s go!” Grabbing onto the back of Kakei’s shirt, he jumped down into the trench whilst sprouting water from the bottom of his feet as if he were riding the waves with Kakei in tow.

These two operated by Mizumachi mainly paving the way and Kakei summoning a pair of long heavy chains with anchors attached at the ends of them and slamming them into the evil creatures. See? Anchor suited him better than Trident.

It wasn’t as though Mizumachi couldn’t fight himself. He could very well flood the entire trench if he wanted to (but he won’t) and drown everything in the water aside from him. He was good friends with the water and it wouldn’t ever harm him.

When you’re in battle, your sense of time gets messed up. He didn’t know how long he was fighting the evil demons when he heard a distressed cry for help. Immediately, Kakei was on it. He was the quicker of the two when it came to maneuvering rough terrains. He was going to have to save Mika who was clutching onto the tree for dear life as he was watching his friend fight off these grotesque creatures that could make anyone feel sick to their stomach.

Mizumachi just found them really ugly playthings for him to use his powers on. These creatures were just condensed manifestations of power that had spells cast on them. They weren’t alive, and were only acting out of what task they were given, which was destroy and subjugate humans.

Focusing on fighting off the creatures while Kakei went off to defend Mika, the blond was trying to keep a good understanding of his surroundings. He had to keep good focus, but that was hard when you were worried about your friends.

Just a second, that’s all he took to look up to see whether or not Kakei had eradicated the evil creature that had somehow made it up the trench. That one moment of being distracted was all an evil hound needed to lunge at Mizumachi to tackle him down to the ground.

All the guy could hear was his name being shouted before he could feel poisonous fangs sinking into his shoulder. The pain didn’t last too long considering the anchor that came flying afterwards flew towards the hound  to throw it off and effectively kill it.

“You should know better than to be distracted! You idiot!” Kakei grabbed Mizumachi and with the help of the other gifted children nearby who cleared the area, he hoisted Mizumachi all the way up to the top of the trench, to safety.

While being dragged up the trench, Mizumachi was laughing quietly to himself. It hurt. His shoulder was full of searing pain and he felt faint. Sweat was running down his forehead like a flood. Weird, because he wasn’t activating his powers anymore.

Ahhhh… he could hear people yelling at him. Maybe some crying. He couldn’t really tell. He could only hear a loud ringing sound in his ears. “Kakei… where is Mika? Is he okay?” The poison of the evil hound was very potent and scarily effective. It was no joke to say that he would croak in the next minutes.

This was no time to be worrying about someone else right now! Of course, even if either of them told him that, he couldn’t hear them.

“Haha… ya know, Mika always thinks of himself as useless, or like… a defective person. He’s not any of that. He’s my …good friend.” His breathing was becoming more ragged and heavy. Words were coming out much breathier. Sweat still beading up and rolling down his face. His whole body was heating up. “I like him…ya know? Always …smiling and …trying to make the best out of l-life. He doesn’t know it, //cough//  b-but he’s something …really special.”

He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he felt something warm around his shoulders. Maybe someone hugging him? That might have been it. It was so warm and comforting. It had him feeling a sense of peace and calm.

“O-oi! What are you…? Is that…? Hey! Mizumachi! Are you okay?”

The strong searing pain in his shoulder was residing and the ringing in his ears was growing quieter and quieter. Was he… dead?

Blink blink.

He could see his friends around him and he could definitely feel Mika hugging him. Nope, he’s not dead! Judging by the way his shoulder looks and feels—yep, all better now. Healed up well!

“What’s going on?” Kakei was very confused by the looks of things.

“He’s got the Holy element. Really super cool and rare, right? Phew, I almost died there!” Mizumachi laughed tiredly.

“You!” Kakei smacked him upside the head, not appreciating how he was making light of this situation. If not for this ‘miracle’ he would’ve died!

This was definitely not the time to be so happy and carefree! They were still on a battleground after all. Geez this guy had no sense of danger right now! Such a bother.

“Mika has always had the Holy element. He’s really good at healing and expelling impurities. That’s why I always get so quickly after getting sick. This guy sometimes holds your hand, ya know?” Another laugh. Mika may have thought he was being slick, but Mizumachi has caught him doing so sometimes. During one of those times, he happened to notice that Mika’s hands were glowing a very bright golden color.

The element of the legends in the hands of the one people thought was an invalid. The reason no one could determine which category his ‘powers’ belonged to was because they simply overlooked the possibility he could have the ability of the legends.

A pure heart of gold, that’s what he had. He was full of warmth and love. Makes sense as to why he holds the Holy element, right?

“Since he never truly awakened his abilities everyone thought he was an invalid. That’s why I kept dragging you around you know? I thought for sure you’d awaken one day. Who knew I had to almost die to get you to awaken? Geez!”

This bothered him because each element had special criteria needed in order for them to awaken. For those who had the water element like Mizumachi, all you needed was boundless amount determination. Fire required endless amount of pride. Each element had something like that.

No one knew what the Holy element needed, but Mizumachi was sure it was either confidence, or the feeling of being accepted. He could be wrong though! That’s just a theory of his!

Maybe you gotta feel desperate? Feel brave? Fall in love?

Haha! He kids, he kids.

Anyways, what matters is that Mika awakened his powers—finally.

“Nhaa~ There was a reason I call you Angel, ya know. Now that you awakened your powers, you need to train and learn how to control it! Then you can join Kakei and I to make a unit! Gotta make sure I don’t kill myself right? Let’s save the world!”

46.) Our muses are destined to fight along side each other to save the world from the end

((Ahhhh this is the best idea that I could think of. I think having the Holy element like an angel suits lil ol’ Mika. Saving the world though, such a grand thing. Obviously super heroes and the like are the only option. I tried. Hopefully this is satisfactory. As I had to build the world, I had to go into some story building before I could get started-- thus the length.))