#AT LEAST. we're not the only fucked up ones

[kenniesf1]

people we meet on vacation (pt. 2) | OP81

masterlist part 1

pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader (smau!)

summary: oscar and his childhood best friend, whose families always vacationed together, haven't seen each other in forever. maybe the f1 2025 season summer break is the time for them to rekindle?

tropes: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, social media + written, based loosely off of people we meet on vacation by emily henry

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deuxmoi Formula 1 McLaren driver Oscar Piastri spotted with singer/songwriter Yn Ln sitting outside of a club in Copenhagen, Denmark. The two were seen sharing a cigarette.

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user1 you're not being additive, you're being REPETITIVE

user8 i can't take this anymore LET ME OUTTTTT

user30 love the amount of all caps texts here

user31 we're in the trenches 🫠

user32 ofc they're outside the club

user33 ya like oscar would not be caught dead in a club

user34 every photo i see of them makes me want to jump off a bridge

user35 in a good or bad way?

user36 it's ynoscar, it's in BOTH ways

user37 idk which one of them i want to be more

user38 pls freaky friday with one of them so you can make them start dating 🙏

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oscarpiastri to portofino!

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user39 oscar in his photography era!

user40 bruh why does everything have to be about yn, what a fucking social climber 💀

user2 they've been friends since they were kids 😅

lando you never take aesthetic photos with ME

user4 ynoscar!!!!

user1 atp im just living off the crumbs

user41 learned helplessness

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yn.jpg portofino has a special place in my heart 🫶

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kimiantonelli portofino is in italy 🇮🇹

georgerussell63 ignore him, he just finished geography class

user44 GUYS THEY BOTH USED THE HEART HANDS EMOJI, DOES THAT MEAN ANYTHING

user45 bro must be new to ynoscar bc nothing means anything 😖

alexandrasaintmleux pretty view, pretty girl!!!!

user16 she stole oscar's comment lol

yn.jpg i miss youuuuu

lanadelrey you're a vision

yn.jpg let's not talk about me, LET'S TALK ABOUT WHEN THE NEW ALBUM IS DROPPING

user46 guys no oscar photo in this post OR in the last one abt copenhagen 😰

user47 yall probably scared them off with the ynoscar bs

user48 everything's fine, they referenced each other on oscar's story

liamlawson was this place in cars 2?

charles_leclerc no that was a fictional city called porto corsa

lewishamilton how do YOU know that

lando i have learned that silence sometimes is louder than words

user29 you're using words rn

oscarpiastri buongiorno 👋

user49 THEY'RE BEING SO DRY GUYS WE MIGHT'VE BROKEN THEM

yn.jpg osc you're in the toilet right now

oscarpiastri yk what they say about snitches

yn.jpg they're talented and beautiful and lovely and cool 😎

july 16th, 2025 - 14:19

yn had made it a point that she just had to find good lemonade in portofino. oscar didn't know why--most of the things she did weren't based in general necessity so much as necessity to have fun--so he didn't try to put up a fight, opting to lie in their hotel room with the air conditioning on. the second he had heard the door close behind yn, he jumped up, turning over on his stomach and scrambled for his phone.

"pastry!" answered lando after two and a half rings. "what can i do for you on this lovely sunday?"

"what the fuck is a ynoscar?" asked the aussie, saying the final word quietly, as if he were being watched by interpol. "i've been seeing it all over the internet and i think you're the only one that's online enough. also you seem like you'd care the least."

lando feigned insulted, putting his hand to his chest. "i care a lot," he said.

"okay then," oscar sighed, remembering why he didn't normally go to his teammate for help, "you'd make fun of me the least."

"also not true," lando smiled. "mate, do you even know me?"

"lando, what the fuck is a ynoscar?" he reiterated, itching his neck anxiously. yn's particular talents included a knack for finding things quickly. that's why, as kids, they never played hide-and-seek.

"okay, so before i explain the ynoscar lore," joked lando, clearly having a great time with this already, "i need to know how much internet speak you are versed in. do you know what a ship is, old man?" oscar rolled his eyes. "i'll take that as a yes."

"basically, ynoscar is what fans of you and yn, who think you're dating, call that would-be relationship," he explained. simultaneously, oscar felt overwhelmed at the idea of people around the world rooting for a relationship he, who was actually in it, couldn't fully understand and underwhelmed due to the brief nature of lando's explanation.

"and why were you tweeting about it?"

"danny thought it would be funny."

"i'm bombing danny's farm next time i'm in perth," oscar said, running a hand through his hair.

"why are you asking me about this, oscar? why now?"

the truth was that he really didn't know. somehow, this change between him and yn had come in one fast-paced rush while also being a long time coming. he didn't know why he looked at her like that. why she made him feel fucking strange. there was that word again.

"no reason," he said, clearing his throat. "hattie's been weird about it. thanks for the help." before lando could say anything else--and it seemed he was about to--oscar ended the call and the hotel door swung open.

"score!" yelled yn, holding two glasses of lemonade.

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oscarpiastri nice lemonade, right yn.jpg?

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user46 oscar woke up and picked aesthetic

user49 mclaren have a new head of social media 😭

user3 show us yn 🔫

user50 these yn fans are literally insufferable, go look at her posts and leave oscar alone

user3 bro saying oscar as if he knows him and doesn't actually just have a parasocial relationship 🤓

mclaren Petition to have a Portofino Grand Prix

scuderiaferrari Please, give us more home races

mercedes no.

user51 does toto run the merc account 😂

yn.jpg it better have been nice, i broke a flipflop for it

oscarpiastri you sacrifice so much for me 🥹

nicolepiastri Who taught you how to be a photographer?

oscarpiastri Yn

user50 oh my god shut uppppppppppp about that whore

user1 why so much yn hate in these comments

yn.jpg girl tell me about it

user1 OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU

logansargeant oscar you promised you'd bring me sorbet

oscarpiastri logan they serve GELATO here

yukitsunoda did you take my camera?

oscarpiastri ...no

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yn.jpg felt like a bit of a narcissist, so, when in rome, this post is mainly me :)

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maxverstappen1 stop letting yn make jokes liked by author

oscarpiastri i took the first photo, might be the best thing i've ever done

mclaren you're leading the driver's championship???

oscarpiastri did i stutter

user1 HE DIDN'T FUCKING STUTTER

user52 they actually have my heart, i sold it

kikagomes i'm breaking up with pierre to be with youuuu

yn.jpg yes 🥰

pierregasly no 🥰

lewishamilton had to log in to tell you the fits are fire

yn.jpg who needs vogue's approval when you have lewis hamilton's?

oscarpiastri i still think "rome-ing around with osc" was a better caption

yn.jpg so i'm not the only narcissist today huh

user9 i fear this is the end of the road for me, i can't deal anymore

gracieabrams "close to you" was written abt yn

user53 funny. does that mean oscar wrote it?

gracieabrams maybe 🤔

conangray diva italiano

yn.jpg that's not grammatically correct 🤡

rome wasn't on the list. it was in the red journal, somewhere in the later pages. yn had intended for them to visit when they were old and could be that idealized old couple that everyone wanted to be or be related to. it was meant to be portofino then milan and then bye bye italy. but oscar had insisted.

"it'll be like our own ocean's twelve," he explained, combining his knowledge of her film interests with those wide brown eyes, "except without all the theft. unless you wanna do that."

that's why the two of them were standing in a small hotel in the center of the city, sharing a fredo espresso as they waited for the clerk. their whole trip had been planned down to the shoes they would wear and now there was a whole new city they had to make time for. yn didn't mind, but oscar insisted, "i wanted to come here so, please, let me care about the logistics."

as they waited in the lobby, yn pretended not to be noticing the occasional glance that oscar would send her way, reaching for the coffee without looking at him. a part of her knew he was being normal--he'd always looked at her a lot. but there was that paranoia that had existed since she was a kid: he knows.

"i need food," she announced. "can you get the hotel room and just text me? i might die if i don't get some gelato right now." it was noticeable that oscar knew she was lying, his eyes were glossy and lips pursed. but he let her go.

...

oscar was a lot of things. nice, funny, smart, pretty, kind. he was very, very bad at negotiating. maybe negotiating was the wrong word. he was very bad at explaining to hotel managers that he and his best friend were actually not dating and needed a room with two beds and not one.

he paced around the quaint room, getting a stomach ache every time he saw the large bed. oh is the only way to describe how he felt. that all too familiar drop.

a knock sounded from the door. "osc!" yn's voice rang, the excitement noticeable. must mean she brought me gelato too, he thought to himself. as he opened the door and proved himself right, oscar couldn't help the smile appearing on his face. "here you go. lemon." the girl pushed past him to enter the room and suddenly smiling didn't seem all that appealing.

he only had the time for one lick before, "why is there one bed?"

"yeah, about that," he replied, walking over toward her. "the manager lady thought we were dating and said we looked 'so cute'"--he imitated the manager's excitement with his hands--"that she had to give us her best available room. now, best sounds great, but it did have just one bed and... i don't know, i felt like shit correcting her."

yn blinked. oscar blinked. it took a drip of gelato on the creaky floors for them to snap out of the trance that was eye contact. "it's fine," yn said, voice strained so slightly that only oscar would be able to tell. "we can share. we've shared before!" she did her very best to brush it off, not act like her skin was on fire from just the thought of sleeping next to him.

"yeah, that's what i thought," he agreed, feeling a weight lifted off his chest, "best friends can share beds."

"yeah."

"yeah."

"yeah."

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deuxmoi Photographed, Formula 1 driver Oscar Piastri and singer Yn Ln having a romantic moment in Rome. The two are currently vacationing together throughout Europe.

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hattiepiastri i should put up a stand like lucy from peanuts

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it was late. it was hot. the rome air was practically sticking to oscar's skin. well, it might've been hot. it's not like he was going to notice anyway. in fact, the windows to the hotel room were open and letting a cool breeze in. only, oscar couldn't tell the heat was coming from the girl next to him. it was all in his head.

yn had fallen asleep in seconds. after a wondrous day, full of great pasta and amazing sights and even a few fan encounters, she was understandably tired. on their walk back to the hotel, her sandals dragged against the cobblestones, leading oscar to put his arm under hers and shoulder a bit of that tiredness himself. she didn't say thank you--he didn't even care--but it was all worth it for that look. that god forsaken look.

yn's eyes had met his a million times over in their lifetimes. as kids, sharing a glance after they broke a vase. as teenagers, trying not to laugh as a high school professor said a funny words. as adults, attempting to hide that they were staring by making it seem silly. it wasn't silly.

watching her hair, all messed up over her forehead, and hearing her snores, loud and unashamed and her made him realize what he should've realized years ago: they weren't friends.

well, they were. that wasn't the best phrasing. they were friends, but oscar would spend his pennies in fountains and 11:11s on changing that. friend seemed like it never really did fully comprehend the connection between them. yn had been there for everything. when his friends left, when his family was fighting, when the pressure of being in formula 1 and being in the spotlight was too much. no smile of hers wasn't kind and helpful, no crease in her brow wasn't beautiful and desired, no moment of her time was deserved or unearned.

he wanted to let this happen. to wake her up right this moment and confess his recently discovered feelings in a film-like speech. he wanted to give her eternity to write about. but at the same time he was thinking about how good she was to him, he was thinking about how good she was to him.

he was only twenty-four. he had years and years left, probably consisting of challenges unlike the ones he'd ever faced before. and oscar piastri had a penchant for messing things up. how could he get through anything, much less the rest of his life, without her? if he were to get things wrong, he wouldn't be losing a potential love, he would be losing a friend.

and for those reasons, oscar piastri could never fall for her.

HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED!!!! tune in for part 3 coming soon. if you'd like to be tagged in the masterlist, please comment! thanks for reading

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[bewitched-hours]

If you’re still looking for Yandere requests, perhaps a 7n7Noli x reader could be interesting :3c? Can see them having very different dynamics with eachother and their other partner both pre- and during Forsaken

HOWS ABOUT I DO BOTH- EVEN THROWING IN A LITTLE ANGST-

Reader's getting She/They'd-

Pre-Forsaken

How did you find yourself in your current situation?

Well... It was largely a situation where you and 007n7 happened to be at the same place, same time. You were both trying to start chaos and your different ways of hacking sorta mixed together.

You weren't entirely against the shared chaos and suggested working together, seeing as he was good at evading admins and you were good at covering tracks.

And of course, Noli was part of the package. A memer you could get along with while he made the chaos more laughable.

You were like an indestructible trio. Have fun at other's expenses and return to a shared base to act like normal roommates.

You all even opened up about your pasts one night after you woke up screaming.

You came from an old-fashioned and very abusive household, nothing too special there. And although you were a hacker for the fun of seeing people in distress, there is a part of you- the part that holds that innocent inner child- that simply wants revenge.

Revenge you can never achieve for the simple reason you had already framed your family for your first few crimes, letting them be banned one after another while you kept an innocent facade.

It was cliché but the other two were there to listen and shared their own stories to help you feel less alone. To show you were among friends.

At least, that's what you called it.

It wasn't until you found yourself cuddling between the two one evening that you actually questioned your relationship.

Until now, you had figured they simply recognized you enjoyed the pressure of being a little squished because it felt therapeutic but at this point all of your shared behaviours were just-

Habit?? Routine??? You couldn't quite put your finger on it.

So, with a groggy look and your gaze fixed onto a small TV you were all watching movies on, the question came out more exasperated than you initially intended. "What the fuck even is our relationship?"

You didn't really look away from the TV, but you could feel them both shift a little around you. And you could definitely hear their smugness-

"Figured you wanted to be the queen and we'll be your kings~" 007 chirped under you. You were actually a little offended but playfully slapped your hand over his face.

He couldn't help but laugh as you finally looked up to see them both. "With the bullshit we've done together? We're gods, excuse you." You smirked, blushing at their shared grins.

"But~ I suppose if this is your way of saying I'm getting two boyfriends, I'm not gonna object~" You almost mimicked their smug tones, seeming to only egg them on more.

Although, they wouldn't dare to object either. They were heads over heels for you and you weren't even aware of how many lives were lost during your shared chaotic messes for simply looking at you too long.

No, you weren't aware how badly they wanted to make sure the admins couldn't disrupt this perfect relationship. Nor how they both had multiple plans ready for 'Just in case...' situations where they'd have to get you or each other out of trouble.

Hell, you had your name in 007's c00lgui as his 'teleport to base' command. But he never allowed you to see his c00lgui so it wasn't like you could know.

You were so blissfully oblivious to the extent they'd go for you, they even took a look at your banned family to consider giving your inner child that wish for 'Revenge'...

So... Imagine the shock when 007n7 suddenly came home with a whole baby in his arms-

Forsaken

Who would've thought you'd get a killer to soften up for you?

You were an outcast from the start, shown to have been a hacker much like 007n7 in your past.

However, you never showed any remorse or change. You knew this realm took the ability to ban you away from the admins in your team and you absolutely loved annoying them for it.

Sure, you also got nerfed... A lot...

But with 007 as the first and only one to show you empathy and be so strangely determined to make you seek redemption...

Who were you to waste his efforts? He was cute, you couldn't deny that.

But over time, you actually grew quite fond of him. You opened up about your unknown past and he'd share his, even showing you a picture of himself with c00lkidd before he became the killer you've all known today.

It made you feel sick, knowing you've been fighting against a literal child. Until then, you had simply assumed if was some dude with a childish voice but to know it's an actual kid seemed to have an impact on you.

It even showed in rounds where 7n7 noticed you intentionally avoiding c00lkidd or at least refusing to attack him. Were you doing it out of mercy? Maybe clarity? He couldn't tell but he was glad you didn't seem to wish any harm to his child despite the Spectre's cruel game.

He was quick in allowing a behaviour to be formed where you would seek out his cabin in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep and needed extra warmth.

And it was no surprise you recognized Noli on first appearance. Although, you did double check with 007...

And Noli noticed you too, perhaps even recognizing you somehow. Maybe he caught wind of you in your hacker days? At this point it wasn't surprising...

But something about you made him avoid you the way you avoided c00lkidd. It made you worry if maybe someone at the killer cabin knew you personally... You just hoped it wasn't who you thought...

But no, the memer killer simply had a love-at-first-sight moment and decided you and 7n7 were the only ones he wouldn't kill. Instead, he opted to just dragging you away for chit-chat and letting the countdown run.

To say you were lucky was probably an understatement. You didn't even need to be isolated from the other survivors since you so willingly showed you had no interest in actually helping the other survivors. The only one you ever helped was 007 and you managed to get his heart long ago even if you hadn't known.

It was actually kinda nice. You didn't mind the resentment from the others and being left out during rounds to just partner with 7n7 at most. If anything, you thought they were just jealous.

Your abilities were so much better than theirs anyways! Who cares!

You'd even get a little talkative with c00lkidd every few rounds!

Apparently Noli talks about you and his dad a lot...

It was somewhat nice getting to know the kid better, despite eventually dying to him or- as he believed- 'tagged'...

Should you even say anything? No, it wasn't your place to make him realize the horrors he's committed... He deserves to keep his innocence...

Who knows? Maybe one day you can all even find a way out of this place and revert c00lkidd back to his normal self...

Maybe the idea of having a family was more appealing to you than you'd have ever considered...?

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[atalana]

okay but also re: deltarune ch4 weird route, can we talk about whatever the fuck is going on psychically here?

like, a friend and i have been talking for a while about how ralsei loves to initiate susie cutscenes by just suggesting to kris that they close their eyes and think about susie, which like. one time that can come across as a narrative mechanism. when you use it this many times, and when ralsei really doesn't like when you say no to those suggestions, it makes you wonder what is actually physically happening there

and on my first (normal) playthrough of chapter 4, i was willing to chalk that up as a, okay ralsei knows EXACTLY what is happening in that cutscene due to the prophecy being a lot more detailed than we thought it was. and we do see that in other places (like ralsei is acting like a time loop protagonist at this point, im thinking in particular about once you get all the pieces to open the way to the gerson fight and susie's like 'did anyone hear that noise?' and ralsei goes 'sounded like a fireplace opening up!' and she's just like okay that was extremely specific)

but having more knowledge than you should isn't just a ralsei exclusive. because the weird route proves that we can hear noelle's thoughts? i always thought she was talking to herself when doing snowgrave back in ch2, but no, this route she makes it very clear by testing us that she is not saying those things out loud - we just have way more access to her mind than we do the other characters

and then you get to the culmination and the combination of the two - when ralsei in ch4 weird route tries to initiate the cutscene where susie goes and writes the music notes down

if you go along with ralsei setting up that cutscene then it happens as normal. if you say no, ralsei gets very off balance and tries to initiate it again. if you still say no a second time, then you get the option to think about someone else instead. if you pick noelle, then you get an extended cutscene of a black screen with a single red pixel moving slowly about the screen (worth noting - while the visuals representing you forcing the thorn ring back on are now a red web like shattered glass, according to the wiki in an earlier version of the game the visual for that was a single red pixel on a black screen)

and then after however long it takes doing that, there's some text that very slowly types out "thank you", before the entire screen flashes red and you get thrown back into the sanctuary with susie trying to wake you up - apparently she found kris just standing there with their eyes closed, then (presumably when the thank you happened) they started breathing really heavily and just passed out

(and ralsei was off somewhere doing god knows what for that time)

like. we do not have answers for what is up with noelle, what ralsei's still hiding, what carol holiday has to do with kris' whole soul situation, but we're getting to the point where susie is the only person left who hasn't experienced at least some weird psychic phenomena, and im fascinated to see what the deal is with all this

[thezombieprostitute]

See Right Through You

Summary: A business meeting leads to something new.

A/N: Written for @gremlin-girly's 20 Questions Challenge.

Character: Baron Helmut Zemo; Question: "Do you ever shut the fuck up?"; Trope: Fake Dating

Warnings: Sexism, Unwanted flirting. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N2: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

"C'mon, Princess, let's go!" Blaine barks at you, smacking his hands together in a 'chop chop' motion. "We've got an important client and I'm not gonna let you ruin things."

You roll your eyes. He's the whole reason you're even going to this meeting. He's the CEO's nephew and your boss assigned you to be his babysitter. Your first week with him almost resulted in disaster because he thought your "job" was to sleep with him. Even after you told him it wasn't he tried to press the issue until you told him you had a boyfriend, even though you don't. He hasn't stopped "flirting" with you but at least he doesn't push the issue like he used to. Instead you've had to get yourself valentine's day stuff and occasional flowers to convince Blaine that your boyfriend is real.

On the elevator up to the meeting room you pretend your going over your notes, hiding the fact that you're reminding Blaine of everything he keeps forgetting.

"Okay, the client is Helmut Zemo, he's a Baron and likes to be addressed as such."

Blaine snorts, "friggin' commies."

You close your eyes and breathe. "He's looking to work with our company on a construction project in Sokovia, it's the kind of joint venture our company is known for."

"At least he recognizes that we're the best," Blaine replies, unwarranted pride dripping from every word.

The elevator dings and Blaine exits the elevator and turns down the wrong way. You give a gentle, "Sir?" to get his attention before pointing at the sign indicating which direction the meeting room is in.

"They must have switched things up since the last time we were here," he grumbles.

"That makes sense," you lie. Whatever it takes to keep the peace.

When you finally reach the meeting room, you're quick to address the man waiting for you.

"Baron Zemo, it's a pleasure." You hold out your hand and introduce yourself but Blaine grabs the Baron's hand first.

"It's very good to meet you," Blaine says, his smile too big. "Glad you recognize our company's the best at this. Let's see what we can do for each other." For his part, Baron Zemo took the interruption gracefully and returned the handshake without qualm before finally shaking your hand.

Blaine is quick to overtake the conversation but you notice Baron Zemo only asks you questions. Blaine seems to think it's a question for both of you, but the Baron's eyes always go to yours for each one. You also find yourself drawn to him. His polite, professional demeanor, his intelligence, are a stark contrast to the man-baby you're forced to work with. Every so often Baron Zemo tries to steer the conversation to something for the two of you to actually talk, but Blaine, boor that he is, quickly takes back control. Each time you see a flash of irritation in the Baron's eyes and you give him a knowing look.

After the fourth or fifth time, Baron Zemo turns to Blaine. "Do you ever shut the fuck up?" For the first time all day, Blaine shuts up. The Baron turns back to you. "It's clear who has the brains here."

Blaine scoffs. "Look buddy, if you're trying to talk her up to get in her pants, you should know she has a boyfriend."

Baron Zemo raises an eyebrow at you and you struggle to meet his gaze. "I'm sure she does," he answers calmly. "She's quite beautiful, charming and intelligent."

"Thank you, Baron," you nod, cheeks warming. You're almost regretting the lie you told Blaine.

"I think it is time to end this meeting," he informs you and Blaine. "There is much to think over, but I am optimistic."

"Glad to hear it!" Blaine slams the table. "We'll just get outta your hair so you can think and call me up if you've got more questions."

The Baron smiles politely at you. "Would you be willing to show me the way to the front desk?"

"Of course, Baron," you nod.

"She's a good girl, ain't she?" Blaine winks at Baron Zemo who gives a simple nod in return.

The Baron waits until you are alone in the elevator before speaking again. "I can see right through you, my lady. There is no boyfriend, is there?" he says flatly. "It was a lie you made up to keep that...infant from harassing you?"

"That's correct," you confess.

"You are smarter, more capable than anyone in this company gives you credit for."

"I'm not so---"

"I see it in the way you carry yourself," he calmly interrupts you. "Your answers to my questions. The way you directed that imbecile without him ever knowing or suspecting. I respect these skills."

"Are you offering me a job, Baron?" you inquire.

"You would be good for my company," he nods. "But I think I'd prefer to have your company for a meal. Or several. If you are interested."

"Does my interest affect the contract with the company?"

"Not at all. I am a professional. And an adult. I know how to handle rejection."

"Then I would be happy to join you for a meal, or several, Baron Zemo."

He smiles and kisses the back of your hand. "Please, call me Helmut."

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[runesofthedelta]

Let me give something to ponder...

SPoilers for Deltarune below.

First off... That's not Kris' soul.

The game's intro tells us outright-- That soul is Us, or our avatar. Hell, it acts like the soul from UT--it'll change color depending on the circumstance, its free going. The only thing that's missing is the capacity to Run.

And as we control the soul, we control Kris (erm, for the Most Part). But our Soul can be Removed by Kris.

Kris is not the Soul. They have reactions that aren't our decisions. (I personally theorize that Kris provides us options to choose, both consciously and unconsciously, when we make decisions... Until we do something Fucked Up, then we're on our own).

In which case... Kris should have a soul, presumably a Red Soul (Because if Chara from UT is any indication, those of a certain soul color will be attracted to and attach to, souls of that color).

... Where is it.

And secondly.

How did Kris get their soul replaced by Ours?

Second off.

We made a Vessel. That vessel was "Discarded", but I'd say, that Vessel was discarded as OUR vessel. Meaning it could be still be used. Since its a vessel for a Red Soul...

Whatever or whoever, replaced Kris' Soul with us, had to put that soul somewhere where...

A) it wouldn't Kill Kris in the process B) It wouldn't wander off like ours does

Why not place it in the Discard Vessel?

Third.

We can say that Kris opened two Dark Fountains. One, we know, in our home. The first? In the Computer Lab, the night before.

And yet, it was the Knight, who turned the Queen and Tenna. For the Queen, anyone could've entered that Computer Lab before Berdly and Noelle.

But the third Dark World? It would require the Knight to have already been present in that world, likely in the same way Ralsei is.

That suggests Darkener.

And yet, the Knight can run out of the Dark World, and is strong enough to outdo Undyne herself.

That suggests Lightener.

Suggestion.

What if the Knight, is our Vessel but with Kris' original soul? The Vessel is meant to be our container, after all, for interacting with the world, and we're a very Powerful Soul. That means a very powerful body. That also means, given our nature, being able to transcend light and dark.

Now give it a child's soul that Isn't Us.

Suddenly, we've have a strange knight figure that seems to follow our actions--or rather, follow Kris' actions.

They'd be our literal reflection. The Shadow. The True Self. What we, or rather, who Kris truly is, in the Dark.

Being directed by an outside Force.

Four.

Carol Holiday knows Our Nature. She's likely the mysterious voice on the phone call, directing Kris' actions and is who the Soulless Kris reports to in the Light World...

( After all, why would she come home early? )

... Whilst the Knight would report to her from the Dark. The Knight uses her sword, or something akin to it, found in her bedroom. Made with the same black shard. the Knight's horns resemble hers.

And she is obsessed with collecting heart-shaped objects.

What if...

She discarded our vessel, to make it a vessel for Kris' soul, and replaced Kris' with us? Or at least, maybe helped Kris do it, if Kris had a choice (which implications say, they didn't. Kris' discomfort with Jevil and Spamton and Tenna's Real Game, suggest that Kris knows the story all too well--they wanted freedom, they're being directed by an outside force (from a phone), and in the end, they will be discarded like a vessel.

Five.

Why would she do this?

Initially? Maybe to find Dess.

Maybe to Save Rudy, after all, Gerson shows that one can be resurrected in Darkness after they die.

... But it didn't continue that way. There's another game going on here. Why attack the child of your husband's best friend, and switch out the souls? Did Kris agree, and thus, as the Knight through a different body, is serving faithfully?

( This I doubt. Kris' nature is tricky, but they aren't cruel. Performing cruel and terrible acts greatly disturbs Kris. And a lot of what Soulless Kris does? Is very disturbing. Destroying her mother's car tires? Attempting to destroy Dess' things, an old friend who disappeared, so that we don't catch a peak of a code? the fact that they consume Chocolate and not Kris' favorite food, Pie? )

Or was it a trick? As the only human in town, Kris' human soul is very useful. And as the best childhood friend of Noelle, they're easily accessible.

All it would take is a phone call.

[rocketbirdie]

face value

[peace-hunter]

For the haunted au I had an devilish little thought. Has Optimus ever had a really bad time and when the primes try to give him advice he just shouts "you guy's FAILED!" Like for all their wisdom they couldn't beat the quintisons or see Sentinels betrayal coming?

He feels bad but in his spark he wishes HE didn't have to do what THEY couldn't.

absolutely evil thought that was inflicted upon me months ago and that i finally get to inflict upon the rest of y'all OTL

i can see it happening with the caveat that he immediately regrets saying it. but it's too late. it's the kind of thing you say in the heat of the moment and then feel the ground drop under your feet because you never meant to say it out loud. but now it's out there and you can never unsay it.

it's just. a bad situation all around :(

haunted au

[deoidesign]

One of my first digital pieces (2010) versus one of my recent ones (2024)

We all start somewhere!

[hella1975]

when ur local artist mutual starts the 'This Time i really have lost the ability to do my art and it's Not coming back' that is of course untrue and it will come back and their insecurity is getting the better of them etc etc. not me tho i really have lost it forever

[effei-s]

THE BACKPEDALING, THE BACKPEDALING AAAAAAAAAAA

a) mafi trying to disown the plot SHE WROTE is kinda hilarious, I'm not gonna lie.

b) i was saying it from the very beginning: andersette would be too powerful together that's why mafi had to make them both stupid af to make that shitty ending happen lol.

*power of love my ass*

c) 'we'd be all puppets of the RE'...

first of all, BITCH WHO'S WE????????????

second of all, bold of kenji to assume re would even exist. anderson would literally burn that shit to the ground to protect juliette (and also because everyone there is fucking annoying).

and last but not least, what all of you would be is fucking dead.

p.s.: btw, 'i hate this story' so like... are they just regularly sit around and talk about it? why even bring it up? it's been ten years, daddy dearest is long dead. let it go.

[snaggletoothedbastard]

sometimes i wonder if i'm being harsh when i say cis people are weird and then i remember that my (now very ex) best friend genuinely seemed to think i could just therapy my way out of being trans

[citrusinicake]

hashtag voted

voted all the makabayan ppl plus the independents, ik they wont win against the duterte worshippers but heres to hoping im proven wrong

[whoslaurapalmer]

the adult horror conversation with yourself of 'i could have tortillas with dinner tonight. i just had tortillas the other day. that's okay. i can, in fact, have tortillas again! i am putting a different filling in them! but if i have these tortillas, i will have a total of six tortillas left in the freezer. eventually i will have to buy more tortillas. by god, girl, you are allowed to eat the things you have in the freezer, instead of feeling like you have to save them for some potential eventuality so you don't run out of them, and like, what situation are you even imagining where the tortillas would be better to have later instead of for this particular dinner??? if you keep feeling like you have to save them for Something you will just not eat the tortillas!! eventually EVERYTHING runs out and you have to buy more of them!! that is the way the world works!! you are allowed to not have things aggressively stockpiled, except for like, tissues, but that was a purchasing incident on mom's card while she was still here, so you just happen to have, a bizarre amount of tissue boxes. AND WHILE YOUR FINANCES ARE STILL BIG RED QUESTION MARKS, YOU CAN, IN FACT, AFFORD TO GO BUY MORE TORTILLAS IF YOU FUCKING WANT TO!!! YOU GET THE STREET TACO SIZE AND THEY'RE LIKE $2.99!!!!! AND WHEN DID YOU EVEN BUY THESE TORTILLAS, HUH???????? YOU DON'T KNOW, DO YOU???? WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE GONE THROUGH THE TORTILLAS AT AN ACCEPTABLE PACE!! WHATEVER THE HELL THAT SENTENCE MEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

anyway i'm eating the tortillas. or i mean they're on the counter defrosting while i have some chicken toasting in the toaster oven

[ravencromwell]

The poem evokes human greatness and human vulnerability. People are “godlike” in their courage and skill, but even the greatest mortals fall and clutch the dust between their bloody fingers. The beautiful word minunthadios , “short-lived,” is used of both Achilles and Hector, and applies to all of us. We die too soon, and there is no adequate recompense for the terrible, inevitable loss of life. Yet through poetry, the words, actions, and feelings of some long-ago brief lives may be remembered even three thousand years later.

--Emily Wilson's introduction to the Iliad

[comradesummers]

watching some of the opera adaptations of the orpheus and eurydice story for a paper, and can i just say, giving it a happy ending is for cowards only. this is opera for god's sake! how are you not committing to the angst? christoph willibald gluck this is a callout post

[werewolf-garfield]

My tombstone:

Here lies werewolf-garfield, who killed themself bc they kept having to work with the most annoying violinist in the world