#I dunno it was the first thing that came to mind xD

[adventures-written]

you're serious, aren't you? ( steve @ tony )

Inquisition Party Banter

"I have never been more serious about anything in my entire life," he paused, as if thinking about that statement, "Come on, the team is all going. I even got you a seat in first class." He pat Steve's shoulder, not mentioning the fact that he owned the jet, so it was all private. "This is for team building, or whatever the kids are throwing around these days..."

[sun4r1nnity]

Hi do you happen to take a request. If you up for it can I request fratboy atsumu and make it hurt/comfort wheter it's misunderstanding cz you know he is so popular or anything that you like. Love your job btw and you can ignore my request if you are not into it ♡♡♡

a misunderstanding between fratboy!atsumu and fem!reader.

hurt, comfort, vulgar words used.

note: hello! thank you so much for the request. sorry this took long, these weeks has been so busy and i've only got a chance to write it this afternoon. this hits hard while im writing because i experienced the same thing, but instead of reassurance i got dumped lol XD. i hope you enjoy my own interpretation of this prompt.

more fratboy!atsumu here!

dating fratboy!atsumu is wonderful, yet it comes with consequences.

the constant social events, the parties, and being under the scrutiny of his frat brothers can be overwhelming. however, the fear of not being enough for someone as popular as atsumu is your greatest concern. atsumu has a bunch of girls lined up for him, ready to take your place should the relationship end. you feel guilty of thinking this way, because your boyfriend has made it clear how much he loves you. the thought is slowly eating you up, and how bad it affects your emotions lately. you'd be so sensitive, which causes you to lash out on him for small or no reason at all, but you're grateful of how atsumu never once gets mad, instead offering reassurance you needed.

the atmosphere is vibrant with the crowd at the party, the sound of loud music, and an array of drinks and food spread out on a large table. you hadn't intended to go to a frat party with atsumu tonight, but you find yourself here regardless because it's suna's event. suna has always been nothing but kind to you, and you get along with him well, so it would feel rude not to attend tonight.

atsumu had left you on your own, engaging in conversation with his friends somewhere. as you mingle with familiar faces, trying to shake off the doubts in your mind, you catch a glimpse of atsumu across the room. he's talking to a girl, one you dont recognize. your stomach turns as you watch her, admiring her beautiful features and you suddenly feel ugly having her presence near you. not to say how sexy she looks, casually slaying any style that she wears. she's standing close to him, her body language open and flirty. she laughs at something he says, placing a hand lightly on his arm. atsumu smiles back at her, seemingly enjoying the conversation. the sight sends a jolt of jealousy through you. your heart was aching, so you decided to step outside to feel some fresh air. as you make your way to the door, you hear a couple of atsumu's frat brothers talking nearby.

"man, atsumu's only with her because she's safe. she's not like other girls, you get what i mean?"

"yeah, i give it a month before he gets bored and moves on. probably after he fucked her first, heard that she's a virgin," one of them said, earning chuckles from his peers.

"dude you seen the girl atsumu's talking to? man she's hot as hell, i bet he gets his cock wet with her instead of his girlfriend,"

the words sting, like salt on an open wound. you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you quickly leave the party. the fresh air outside does little to soothe the ache in your chest. you walk home, with every step feeling heavier than the one before, hurt and confusion swirl through your mind. you didnt care about atsumu who's still at the party, he can go have fun with his 'new girl'.

it wasn't long before atsumu came looking for you, only to realize that you had already left. "dunno dude, but i saw her crying when she got out of the house, i didnt ask because i thought you two had an argument or something," said a guy from atsumu's fraternity. what did he do? he thinks. not before his twin started asking the same thing, and he swore he felt like his life is on the line. "what the heck did ya do?" osamu's tone is mad, and he's second away from grabbing atsumu's collar and bash his head into the wall. "i dont know! i was just talking to midori and- " his eyes widen, finally realizing the reason why before smacking his head into his palm repeatedly. suna shakes his head. "better go now man, dont wanna mess up this one, yeah?" suna advised, patting on atsumu's shoulder before the blonde dashes outside and drove off.

atsumu's texts and calls remained unanswered. you activated do-not-disturb mode, silencing any notifications and calls from your boyfriend. your feet ached from the lengthy walk, and you regretted the impulsive decision you made earlier. suddenly, a honk startled you, and you turned to see a familiar vehicle—atsumu's car—slowing down to match your walking pace. despite this, your pride was unwavering, and you quickened your steps. atsumu's voice, calling out your name in an attempt to halt your progress, was audible.

"(y/n), baby! come on now!" he pleaded, but you continued to ignore him. striving to walk faster, the discomfort in your feet intensified. then, the sound of his car door closing followed by the approaching footsteps indicated he was coming after you.

"babe! c'mon, listen ta me," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. you kept walking, your emotions a whirlwind of hurt and confusion. finally, atsumu caught up to you, gently grabbing your arm to stop you. "please," he said, his voice softer now, "just let me explain,"

you stop, reluctantly turning to face him. his eyes were filled with worry and regret. "im sorry, m'kay? i didnt mean to make you feel that way," he began, his voice cracking slightly. "im sorry baby, midori is an old friend, and we have nothing going on, whether its in the past or now, we never had anything together,"

you looked away, the pain still fresh in your heart as you recalls those hurtful words you heard. "your frat brothers, they said some hurtful things. they said how you're only with me because im safe, and you're going to leave me right after you take away my virginity. and, how you're probably fucking with her behind my back,". you were choking back tears, overwhelmed by a wave of pain and guilt. "i feel worse, tsumu. i hate how i feel like im in a competition with all the pretty girls waiting for you to break it off with me, and- , and how im afraid im not enough with you, and you will leave me because you realized im not what you wanted,"

atsumu's grip on your arm tightened slightly, his eyes pleading for you to understand. he'll deal with those assholes later, right now his only concern is you. "fuck, 'm so sorry, sweetheart, im sorry," he said. tears welled up in your eyes. seeing your struggle, atsumu pulls you into a gentle embrace, his warmth offering a sense of comfort amidst the turmoil. "that's not true at all, my love for ya is genuine, those guys dont know shit about me, fuck," atsumu said, his tone filled with desperation and a slight anger. "yer perfect fer me, i fucking love ya so much. yer always be more than enough for me baby, so fucking gorgeous, perfect in every way, dont doubt it alright?" he confessed, feeling his eyes burning with tears.

"im so sorry. i should have noticed how ya were feeling," he murmured into your hair. "im here now, 'm not goin' anywhere. we'll get through this, i promise,"

you finally relax yourself in his arms, the hurt slowly beginning to fade. the raw honesty and vulnerability in his voice reassured you, and you felt a glimmer of hope.

the drive home was slow and filled with more heartfelt conversation. atsumu held your hand the entire time, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand as he reassured you of his love and commitment. by the time you reached home, you felt lighter, the misunderstanding serving as a catalyst for a deeper connection and renewed trust.

[justwinginglife]

Is this how I request? I'm a boomer, I dunno how to work these fancy gagits xD

Bbuutt you know what would be an amazing oneshot? Jealous!reader BUT Hoshina loves seeing her assert her dominance over other girls so he doesn't stop her (unless she's going too far)

I know you're busy so take your time with this ^.^

I love how this was your first request for me and I answered most of your requests first LOL. Finally coming back around to this one. Mature content mentioned.

Crazy

One of Soshiro's favorite things about you was your attitude. He loved the way your eyes burned bright, the way your lips dripped with sass, the way you spoke your mind about whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. He thought it was sexy when you told people off, and even sexier when you told him off. And he let you run wild most of the time because it was entertaining; it would be all the time if you didn’t know how to use your fists, and if he wasn’t nervous that you’d use them freely if provoked enough. 

One time, a dog bit you and you bit it back. Soshiro was both shocked and amused, the dog was less amused and more shocked. Either way, that was the day Soshiro discovered he had a biting kink. After that, he frequently nibbled and chomped on any accessible part of you to elicit a bite back. And when you did bite him, he felt like he was a dog, wagging his tail, overjoyed from the delicious attention. 

But as sexy as he thought you were, he knew you could get a bit too rowdy at times and the situation could quickly spiral out of control. He didn’t mind being the one to leash you, it was his intention to stay by your side at all times anyway. He was obsessed with you. And he counted himself lucky that you were also obsessed with a bastard like him. After all, he was the only person you’d ever listen to; even your commanding officers held no sway over you. It was just lucky for them that you happened to agree with their decisions most of the time. But you made damn sure they knew when you disagreed. 

Sometimes you teased Soshiro that the only reason he was a Vice Captain was because the promotion was out of gratitude from his superiors for him keeping you in line. Some days, he’d pout, going off about all the reasons why he deserved to be Vice Captain besides babysitting a little shit like you. Some days, he’d smirk, telling you he’d put you in your place right then and there on the conference table or in the training room, wherever you were. But every day, you enjoyed his banter. You wondered why no one else’s company was as valuable to you as his. Sometimes, half the shit he said drove you crazy and if anyone else had said them to you, you’d knock their teeth out. But for some bizarre reason, your heart ran marathons in your chest every time he talked to you, whether he was saying something annoying or not. And you didn’t have the time or energy to waste figuring it out, so you gave into the feeling. You let yourself love him. 

But you sure as hell didn’t let anyone else love him. 

He’d been getting rather popular lately and lots of news reporters had been poking around the base trying to snag an interview with him. Sometimes he gave them the time of day and sometimes he didn’t. But either way, it drew attention to him. Attention that you didn’t like. 

You thought you had finally established to everyone in the Third Division, no, to everyone in the entire Defense Force that he was yours. And he let you. But now, thanks to all the paparazzi, you found yourself having to defend your place by his side to all of Japan. To all the horny women (and a few horny men) looking to get a bite out of your man. 

But it had been slow at work lately, and the kaiju that had been popping up were unimpressive, leaving you bored. Maybe this was a way to vent your energy. Let them come at me, you thought to yourself. 

The opportunity came sooner than you would’ve liked. But you were ready all the same.

You were out running errands with Soshiro over the weekend and you asked him to take your groceries up to check out. You just wanted to grab a drink from the fridge real quick and you’d meet him up there. When you found him, he was getting hit on by the cashier.

It didn’t matter that he said no, it didn’t matter that he tried to shake her off, she continued with her pursuit of him regardless, and it pissed you the fuck off. He had finally finished paying and she had written her phone number on the receipt. When you saw that, you went up to her, wrapped a possessive arm around his waist, and then splashed the fresh soda you had just grabbed into her face. Then you slammed the exact change for the drink down on the counter and snarled at her, “Don’t ever talk to my man again,” before hauling Soshiro out of the store, leaving her stunned and him smirking. You, of course, immediatley ripped up the receipt with her number on it and Soshiro, wanting to tease you a bit, asked as innocently as he could, “Aww, but what if I needed to return something?” You glared at him and ignored him the whole ride home until he was literally begging on his knees for you to talk to him again. Once you’d seen the sorry sight, you immediately went back to acting like the whole event had never happened, humming happily as you cooked dinner. Soshiro questioned if you were ever even actually mad at him and if you purposely gave him the cold shoulder just to see how much he’d whine for you. He wasn’t wrong but you’d never admit it.

Another time, you were in a movie theater with Soshiro, simply trying to watch some romance together in peace. The couple in front of you was trying to fuck and when the girl threw her head back to moan, she caught sight of your boyfriend. She had the audacity to ask if he wanted to join, completely ignoring you snuggled up against him so that no one could mistake you for anything less than his girlfriend. You ripped the blanket off of them, snapped a photo of their half naked bodies mid-fuck, and showed the theater manager, getting them banned from the place for life (for shits and giggles, you even coaxed some free movie tickets from the manager to make up for such a “traumatizing experience.”) And then, when the bitch thought that was the worst you could do to her, you went and posted her shame online and let the internet do the rest of the work. Soshiro thought that last part was a little cruel, but the worse the crime against you, the harder you fought back. You didn’t feel remorseful in the slightest.

On a good day, you’d just stick your tongue down Soshiro’s throat, forcing whoever was hitting on him to awkwardly make their exit. On your worst day, you drove a cab driver’s car into a river because she had left the car unattended, keys still in the ignition, to step out and give Soshiro her number. When asked why you did it, you simply shrugged, saying you were in the mood for a swim. It was a good thing Soshiro had friends in the police department. Not that you needed them, he was sure you could gnaw your way through the cell bars anyway. 

But each and every time someone would flirt with Soshiro, he was grateful for it, because it turned him on watching you assert yourself over all these other women, and, having pent up energy after such frustrating encounters, you’d take it out on him, reminding him who he belonged to. He was having the time of his life. He’d only stop you if you were on the verge of injuring someone physically (you injured a lot of them psychologically) but part of him wondered if he’d still find that attractive. He did get horny whenever you beat a kaiju to a pulp. He wondered if that made him just as fucked up as you. You were a match made in heaven. 

And though he teased you relentlessly about your jealousy, you never failed to remind him just how envious he could be as well. 

If someone touched you during a sparring match, and they kind of had to if they were going to win, he would lose it. If someone asked for your name just to put it on your food order, he’d give them his instead, snarling that they had no business talking to his girl like that. And it wasn’t just the men. Hoshina was convinced that every woman was a lesbian and they were into you. If someone walking by stopped to comment on how they liked your hair or your lipstick, he’d immediately turn you around and steer you in the opposite direction, calling over his shoulder to them that it was too bad that your hair and your lipstick would be fucked up by the time he was finished with you. And you’d let him fuck you up too because his jealousy turned you on just as much as yours turned him on. For him, you turned into a raging, filthy slut.

And, after watching his possessiveness get the better of him, time and time again, you finally figured out why you worked so well together, why you were so obsessed with each other, why thoughts of him consumed you on a daily basis.

His crazy matched your crazy.

[fluffyxai]

Melyssa the Lamia

Aaaah it's finally here! I've been working on htis ref sheet for a hot minute. I was veeeeery happy with how the main drawing came out! Except that I couldn't fit her necklace on XD Please don't forget her necklace if you can fit it! Melyssa is a character I first drew ages ago as just a one-off thing. a cobra hooded lamia hypnotising berry twist. Then everyone wanted a piece of her coils (I wonder why) and wanted to commission her. So I ended up making her a permenant character. But she's never really had a proper full ref sheet. just whatever I could throw together. THIS HERE is the definitive, up-to-date, accurate reference sheet for Melyssa. You should defer to this one over all others. You are welcome to draw Melyssa or write about her if you would like to.

Melyssa is a beautiful creature that has the upper body resembling a pony and a lower body of a serpentine form. Her long, smooth, shiny coils can easily wrap a pony up all the way! Or maybe even two or three. (they cna change size a little if she needs them too.) She lives in an abandoned temple on the other side of the everfree forest, kinda in the middle of nowhere. (Not the castle of the two sisters, further than that and a different direction I think probably. I dunno, one only ever seems to find Melyssa's abode when they're hopelessly lost!) Melyssa LOVES the feeling of holding ponies in her coils and hugging them. She'll capture ponies and cuddle with them all day. This sounds great, but she also sometimes eats ponies! so be careful. She has a very powerful version of the same magic that the snakes in the Everfree forest do, which lets her dominate a pony's mind and scramble their thoughts, putting them in a lovely, warm and relaxed state of complete freedom from their thoughts and worries. For the price of their complete obedience, of course~ But I hear it feels super nice to have the honour of being put under this beautiful lamia's spell. You just have to understand she'll probably keep you for a while and play with you, maybe letting you think you've shaken off her power and can make an escape for it, only to find out she was playing snake & mouse with you the whole time.

[mayhemspreadingguy]

Sadly I missed the brewing of this storm but on the other hand I had the pleasure of reading all at once how this one question prompted everybody to branch the silly rabbit au into it's own subcategories. And it's very on brand 👌. Morpheus is just having fun creating different AUs for himself and finding out which ones he enjoys the most.

And here's my contribution - Dream doing a research for his new malewife au

@brieflyinfatuated

@cuubism @mayhemspreadingguy @magnusbae is there a silly rabbit pastry chef au?

@cuubism

#i like how silly rabbit has aus of aus now XD#closest thing in that verse would be morpheus deciding 'yeah i can create stuff surely a twelve layer cake is within my abilities 🙄 how#hard can it be'#turns out you can't force baking soda to do your bidding morpheus#morpheus in beginners home ec class is the funniest thing i can think of#meanwhile hob is an expert at baking bread. doesn't even have to try at it at this point in life#silly rabbit au#adjacent XD

HAVE I BEEN SUMMONED— Silly Rabbit AU //is// AUs plural!!!

Every story Silly Rabbit tells is a story of it's own. If he would decide to be a pastry chef, he WILL be one. Baking Soda be damned. If he has to tear a hole in the fabric of reality and pull out the most divine cake out of the most renounced chef's dream—he will.

And yet, where's the challenge in that? He shall master the kitchen and be Hob's house wifey au. He watched 1 (one) video of husband meal preps and now he wishes to live out that high.

In his mind, he can see the students asking Hob where he got such amazing lunch boxes, and Hob slightly red cheeked would glance at him AND THEY'LL KNOW.

That would make for such a satisfying story / rumor. That he, the local scandal goth / student / lover / ???? is also Hob's malewife.

Also yes for MORE aus for this au???

[ga1axyranger]

What is your thought on this prince in shining armour and what was the first thought that came too mind when you first encountered him.. Probably what a flirt XD

"He was..somethin'. Offered me a rose the second we met? Ion know much about the Knights of Beauty..so I dunno if that was normal or just a him thing or what.. I didn't question it at the time, mostly cause he was so determined to make brief conversation.."

[twistedtummies2]

Dunno if this has been asked before but which of your TW OC’s would be open to polyamory/an open relationship?

More specifically thinking about James x S/O x Smitty- perhaps developing from a misguided attempt to avoid making either feel like a 3rd wheel, only to find their affections genuine

Well, unfortunately, there are two important things to keep in mind... 1. I'm not sure if this is QUITE what you're asking in the first place, but if part of this stems from James and Smitty forming feelings for each other...I have never once entertained the idea they are in love. Far from it. In my opinion, both of them are just friends. They are extremely close friends (even if James won't always admit how much he cares), but they are not in love with each other. And if someone came along who was in love with either...the other party may or may not be envious now and again, but they'd eventually just move along. It doesn't have to cause any trouble. 2. I'm not into polyamory. At all. I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST ANYONE WHO IS, whether it be in reality or fiction. Heck, I have a couple of friends and acquaintances - both on and offline - who are either polyamorous or enjoy polyamorous relationships in fiction. (Or both.) If that's your lifestyle or interest, good on you, but it's not something I'm into even remotely. I think this stems from the fact that...well...I'm pretty certain that I am AroAce, or some variation of the same, if that makes sense. I personally can't even stand ONE relationship, let alone two or three, and I think that likely colors my work as well. XD I hope that makes sense.

[twinklecupcake]

so there is this image of red son with a chicken - I don't know if see it or not but i supposed it's from some magazine - so if redson actually had a chicken pet XD or any pet how sweet lil chenguang gonna act with them ?

I've seen that picture! It's the cutest thing; I dunno if he was gonna have a pet chicken at some point or if they just needed a filler item, but the resulting image is adorable. (And yes, I've also read the @pittdpeaches fic that came about from it. Let Red Son have his chicken.)

As for Chenguang… not sure if this is what you had in mind, but the first thing that came to my mind was the chicken being introduced to her as an infant. The chicken had been around for a few years, had seen Mei's pregnancy and followed her around the house with its feathers ruffling, trying to roost next to her.

Then Chenguang is born and Red Son is holding her a few weeks later, kneeling by the chicken.

"This is Chenguang," he says, treating the moment with complete and utter seriousness. The chicken cocks its head and ventures closer to see her face. "Be nice," Red Son warns.

The chicken stares with its beady little eyes, feathers shifting. Then, with a few quiet little clucks, it leans its body down and rests its little head on Chenguang's blanket bundle.

Mei immediately takes pictures.

After that, the chicken adores Chenguang, and Chenguang grows up with a house chicken. It stays close to whoever's holding her, it settles itself next to her on the couch, it starts furiously flapping its wings and screaming when Chenguang is in perceived danger (Sun Wukong was very startled and briefly tried to figure how to shake off a chicken without dropping the baby). When Chenguang's a toddler, the chicken starts to sit on her lap. Mei's phone has an album just for those pictures.

Iron Fan sees one of those pictures and immediately has flashbacks.

And there are a lot of videos of Chenguang walking over and hugging the chicken.

[eye-of-enigmatic-thought]

Merry Christmas Eve! Next of the main Feltling characters, here is Divi Devil! A feltling that was made in the shape of a demon and is now your older lesbian sis. Divi's design despite being so simple is still the hardest for me to draw, especially from the side, I still dunno how to express her angles! xD

More about her under the cut!

In the late 80s to early 90s when the Feltling phenomena was now known since its emergence in the 60s, a group of rowdy children tried to experiment with it, they devised a plan that in their minds, would be able to summon a demon that would do their bidding through making a Feltling.

Gathering all the materials needed, they crudely sewed up a body in the shape of a little demon and inserted it with the mutant cotton stuffing that creates the Feltlings. This process was heavily 'ritualised' out of the kids' belief it would summon a demon, but after all this work, all they got was Divi.

Divi woke up confused and without any idea of who she was, but through these children projecting onto her that she was a demon that was meant to do their bidding, she would believe herself as such. These kids would manipulate Divi into doing all kinds of mischief together, and as they all grew, they would even partake in criminal activity.

Divi has done a lot of regrettable things out of the belief that this was what she was meant to do as a 'demon', even if harming innocent people through robberies and the like would always give her a shudder she couldn't explain.

During a botched robbery she would be arrested and then serve her sentence in prison. Faced with all of her crimes, Divi would end up reflecting a lot on her life, and she eventually came to the conclusion that just because she was a demon who did terrible things, it didn't mean she had to keep doing them, and once she was done serving her sentence she decided to turn her life around, now working various jobs to make ends meet and has since found talent as a mechanic.

Divi despite her criminal history is often very caring towards other people, and for her criminal history is incredibly nonjudgemental of anyone of similar backgrounds and is often the first to help out anyone that may have gotten themselves in trouble. However, as supportive and easygoing Divi is, she struggles a lot to come to terms with the many things she's done, and she can't help but still see herself as a terrible person who happens to be less terrible now. For this, Divi actually has little care for herself and often does many things detrimental to her health, especially if it's for another's sake.

Divi also has a number of various skills and streetsmarts from her criminal past, including but limited to: lockpicking, sleight of hand, using a variety of tools, knife wielding, diplomacy, and stealth.

[noffy96]

Errink fic: What death takes from us Chapter 2

Well, so far the poll is voting for today...but night has passed for me so it's technically tomorrow? So both sides win? Next time I will think a bit harder on that poll, it was a bit spur of the moment XD

But here it is Chapter 2! And i am quite proud of it. so everyone go enjoy

What death takes from us:

Painfull struggles:

Word count: 9166 

Chapter (2/3) (In process)

(previous chapter)

Chapter Summary:

Ink is hiding, how much he is struggling with the current situation. He doesn't want Error to know how much he misses that he could simply touch him. But one phone call might just change all that.

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He dipped the brush in the glob of yellow and continued to paint. He had been at it for hours. This was the third painting of the day, and at this point, his mind had zoned out. His body just continued on autopilot. 

The quiet was nice. It won't last. But it was nice.  He tried to ignore all the different colors bubbling under the surface trying to come up and take hold of him once more. 

He just wanted to enjoy the moment of calm for as long as it lasted, having been way too frenzied even for his own liking. But today was a day off. Error was hanging out with Blue and Lust, finally able to catch up on Undernovela after the crazy months they had just had. 

A soft smile came over his face as a bit of pink flooded his system. He was sure he was gonna hear all about it later. 

There was a buzzing sound, and he looked down at his phone. He had forgotten it was here. He had been listening to some podcast of sorts, but he didn’t know when that had stopped. He checked the screen.  It read ‘Dream calling’. A burst of yellow and blue came to the surface, and with some fumbling, he accepted the call and put him on speaker, so he could continue his work. 

“Heya Dream, it’s been a while.”

“Ink…you saw me two days ago,” Dream said with a sigh.

He blinked surprised staring at the screen for a second when a memory came to him. Of himself, Blue, and Dream helping out in Outertale. Something about people being stuck on asteroids.

“Ah, you are right, my bad.” 

“So…uh…how have things been with you and Error?”   Dream asked awkwardly. 

The blue took over the yellow, and everything around him seemed to dim in color. 

“No updates…still the same, just like last month…and the month before that…and the month before that…” 

He was trying to sound neutral. Which he normally did without a problem. But now…it felt like there was a hint of bitterness in his own tone. 

Error’s death had really set things back for them. They didn’t have an incident quite like the one on the first day he returned. But even standing close to his boyfriend made the glitches spring up. 

“I am…sorry to hear that…”

He gave an answering hum. It might be the slight static coming through the phone, but he wasn’t sure if Dream fully meant what he said. 

Dream and Error never really got on. He knew his Glitchy could care less about Dream. 

But Error cared enough for him to not be a total asshole about it. He just grumble a bit, and it wasn’t like he would force Error to change. 

They didn’t like each other. It wasn’t a big deal, Both of them could set aside their anger if it really came down to it. 

Well, he hoped so anyway.

His own relationship with his former best friend was…Strained to say the least.

Noticing a mistake in his work, he frowned and went to fix it.

“How is the truce with Nightmare going?” he asked the golden twin. 

“I am surprised you remembered”

He gave a shrug the other couldn’t see over the phone.

“But things are going…”

There was a pause in which he heard some rustling like Dream was changing positions.

“Good, I suppose.” 

He gave another hum.

“Just not as fast as you hoped?” 

“I Guess…, I think…I thought I’d be able to talk more about…you know everything that happened but we mostly just…I dunno” 

“Talk business?”  he offered.

Dream laughed softly. 

“Hit the nail on the head with that one. Dunno what I expected…more I suppose.” 

He could almost see the positive guardian shrug. 

“Don’t worry, you got all the time in the world to sort things out…I mean, if you could forgive me enough to start talking to me again…well I have no doubts You and your brother can manage as well”  

He could feel yellow flow through him, trying to put as much care and sympathy in his voice as possible, probably overshooting it by a bit. The long pause that followed made him worry he had said something wrong. 

“I guess so…” 

And try as he might he wasn't able to tell what Dreams' tone meant. So before another long pause would come he decided to quickly change subjects. 

“So how's your break? Gone anywhere fun?“ 

He asked vaguely remembering Blue having mentioned going somewhere with Dream. As he cleaned his brush and now dipped it in a vibrant red.

“...feeling less like punishment...”  Dream stated hesitantly “ I am sure you heard from Blue?” 

“That he caught you trying to increase the Au’s positivity, when you were off duty. Yes, I did. I think he mentioned it along with lecturing me for the same thing?” He said with a laugh

“Are…you really that stressed..?”  

Blinking at the question. Feeling his eyes' shapes change several times, pulling away from the canvas. 

“Guess so?...dunno…?”  

He felt blue and purple start to mix but it wasn’t making him sad…more anxious. But for what he wasn’t sure. 

“Just don’t push yourself too hard okay, We don’t want what happened to Error to happen to you.”  

He took in a quick gasp and quickly shook his head. Trying to get rid of the unwanted image that popped into his head. Quickly grabbing some more paint, some of it dripping of the brush and onto his toes as he brought it back to the canvas.

“Awww! You do still care about me after all.”  

His voice sounded wrong, too much-forced cheer. When he wasn’t feeling any of it, in the way the yellow was coming through, over the much stronger purple he tried to swallow down

“I never stopped idiot. '' 

Dream snapped back loudly, and he fell silent. Feeling various shades of blue. Dream had sounded hurt. He had just meant it as a fun tease

“Sorry..” 

He mumbled automatically and he heard Dream let out a heavy sigh. 

“It’s…it’s fine…I know you didn’t…”

 There was another long pause.

 “I shouldn’t have shouted”  Dream finished eventually.

A guilty feeling welled up inside of him. Having an inkling that what he just heard, was something that was in some way concerning even if he couldn't pinpoint why.  Feeling slightly frustrated at his memory failing him. 

“You…are allowed to be Upset at me..”

He said tentatively. He knows he isn’t the easiest to deal with. And Dream has forgiven a lot from him. Small and big things. They wouldn’t have been together for as long as they had if Dream hadn’t. It had come with its own pitfalls. And he can see the mistakes and unhealthy balance that was their past relationship. He was sure Dream saw them too.

It was painful in a way. Knowing you had unintentionally hurt someone you cared quite deeply for. He would never say that he regretted his past relationship with Dream But now, he can say with much more clarity that he rather just be friends. 

That is why he wants to fix it. Try and talk like the immortal adults they are. It was hard on both of them. Dream had a particularly nasty few months behind him. Where he was lashing out more and more. Dream had been forced into a mold. One that he had sometimes helped build, and he was glad to see his former Lover freer. Even with the nasty side effects. Dream was allowed to be angry at him.  

Reconnecting with Nightmare was also a good sign. The two of them having these regular phone calls helped too. It might be a long while until they could hang out like old friends again. But they got time, and he was looking forward to that day. 

Dream sighed deeply. 

“You…are right…..But I didn’t need to lash out..” The other mumbled. 

He gave the phone a smile.

 “You’re forgiven.“ 

Dream let out a small laugh, then the sound of another voice sounded distantly over the phone. 

“Mnn? With Who?...yeah that is okay, be sure to let me know when you come back”  

Dream said to whoever was on the other end. And he felt excitement grow inside of him. There were only a few people that hung around Dreams house. 

He picked up the phone and in his rush dropped his small paintbrush to the floor. 

“Is that Pallete?! Can you say Hi for me?! “

Dream made a sound like a wince, 

Oops he didn’t mean to shout, but then he heard something from the background then Dream going 

“Yes it is, he says hi” There was a small pause.  “Oh yeah sure…Ink, Pallete wants to talk with you”

More yellow rushed through him making him rock in place. 

He was always happy to chat with any of his kids. He knew he wasn’t the best dad. Some might say even one of the worst. But he tries, he honestly does. He knows that with some of them, he might never get a good relationship going.

But Pallete wasn’t one of them, A proper father-son dynamic, he might not get. But Pallete at least didn’t hate him.  And he would do his utmost best, to be there for him should he ever need it. 

“Dad..?” 

The smile on his face grew at hearing the familiar voice. 

“Hey, Pal! How are you doing?” 

“Good! Um, little question? Think we can move our meeting up a week? I really need to help a friend out.”  

The yellow got taken over by blue, and he felt the excitement fade from his voice, no matter how hard he tried to control it. But he swallowed down the sadness and tried to not sound disappointed. 

“Oh..of course!, let me just…write down the new date…I don’t wanna forget…So not coming Wednesday….but the one after that, according to OG timeline rules?” 

“Mnn Yes, Sorry that I had to change it on such short notice, I just really don’t wanna abandon my friend.” 

 He smiled Pallete was a good kid. Most likely Dreams influence. As he quickly changed the date on his scarf with his finger.

“Of course not, your old man can wait okay? It will give me more time to set things up” 

“Thanks, Dad!, gotta run now. Sorry and bye” 

“It is okay, Take care and see you soon”  

There was some more rustling, as the phone was handed back hearing Dream say to Pallete

“Have fun at Goths!” 

Which made him smile. He had a feeling about who his son was helping out. Maybe Error might know something and could fill him in. Then there was another pause in their conversation. 

“Are you okay, Ink?” 

He shook his head.

“Yeah…yeah I am fine…was just…looking forward to spending time with him, that’s all”  

Dream let out a sympathetic hum. 

“Did you write down the new date?” 

He could hear the doubt in Dream's voice. And he had to tempt down the small flash of hot anger that wanted to boil up. He wasn’t that much of an idiot.

“Of course, don’t want to forget” 

“Please don’t “  

His grip on his phone tightened. And he decided to keep his mouth shut.

“Ah sorryIink, I gotta go as well…It was…enjoyable…to talk with you again” 

He noticed how the other avoided the word fun. But he would take it. 

“I am glad we talked as well Dream. Same time next month?” 

“Works for me, hear from you then, if nothing else comes up”  

He chuckled at Dream.

“With our job, not gonna happen. But let’s hope the multiverse gives us both a small break” 

Dream chuckled as well

 “We certainly earned it... Bye Ink” 

“Bye Dream” 

And then he heard a click and lowered his phone staring pensively at the call-ended screen till it went dark. 

He was feeling as conflicted as he always did after his phone call with Dream. A mixture of yellows and purples. Happy he was able to talk with his friend again. Glad it seemed to have gone smoothly.

But also worried. Did he say the wrong thing somewhere?  Did he come off as sincere? He sometimes forgot how scared he was of losing his friendship with one of his oldest friends. 

He nearly did once, he didn't want it to slip out of his fingers again.

He let out a deep sigh and put his phone aside. Trying to focus on the happy feelings. This was something good, one of the few things that were going well in his life lately. Or it at least felt that way.

He picked up his brush, but he froze when he gazed upon his painting. For the first time, he seemed to actually see what he had been drawing.  Having snapped out of his routine. What he had drawn. Was a picture of his own hand holding Error’s.

And his nonexistent soul sank into his stomach. Feelings becoming cloudy. 

How many times did that make this? He glanced around the room, seeing other canvases of similar pictures he had been drawing over the last few months. 

He had tried to do something different. It felt like he hadn’t even been thinking of Error at all!

But still. There it was in front of him. One of the many things that he and Error still couldn’t do. Error’s death had really fucked him up. It was like his whole body had been reset. But slowly, he was gaining back what he was lost. Able to give fist bumps to Killer. High fives with Blue and Lust. Everyone…except him. 

Error tried, but it always seemed to burn. The pain only seemed to increase with every single try. It had gotten so bad. He had to nearly beg Error to stop trying. Not liking the way it kept hurting him. It took a while to convince him. But he did listen…that was a month ago.

.

It hurt. They had gone years without touching. They still used a lot of techniques they learned from that time. But none of that compared to the real feeling of Error’s fingers between his own. His solid weight as they hugged. 

The electrifying way it felt as they kissed. 

He missed it…….

He missed it so fucking much. He thought he could live without touching Error again.

But…

Were these paintings, not proof of that NOT being the case?! Everywhere he looked in this room, there seemed to be a picture of them. 

Holding hands, cuddling, kissing. Or touching in some kind of way. 

What if they never could again? Would….would he get bored?! Would he stop caring for Error? He couldn’t do that. That be horrible. Error meant the world to him. Error let him feel all of this. Let him figure himself out, not force him to be something he is not. 

Somehow accepted his soulless state. Didn’t freak out, when he decided to go blank on some days when all the emotions became too much. But yet forcing him to drink if it seems he was depriving himself too much in the other direction. 

Error loved him, and it was terrifying.  

And how was he repaying that love? By longing for something the other couldn’t give. They were fine. They should be fine.  He thought as red anger seemed to consume him. 

He loves Error. He didn’t need the other's touch, it was just a few months with no contact. That didn’t compare to the years beforehand. Even for most of their relationship. Touching had just been a recent thing. 

It wasn’t fair that it had been taken away from them. The red-hot anger spread, chasing away all other feelings.  The picture in front of him came back into focus. 

He grabbed Broomie and slashed at the painting, covering it in a dark ink stain.

There.

That is what he deserved. He shouldn’t have these urges. There was nothing in his chest to conquer them. Yet he selflessly made them. What would Error think if he saw them?

He had to destroy them! He didn’t deserve to stare longingly at them!? Error was going through enough without him taking care of his emotionally stunted boyfriend. And he summons more ink to destroy another painting.

The red-hot anger started changing. Darkening into a sludgy black pool of self-hatred, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Destroying more works in his anger and grief, letting a large pool of ink spill over his studio floor, as he knocked over cans of paint and canvases. All the while sobbing and screaming in angry frustration. 

Screaming, at the monster that killed Error, at the multiverse in general, but most of all himself, for not keeping his promises. 

Of not being enough for his lover. 

Eventually, most canvases had either been painted over with black streaks. Lying face down in the ink puddle beneath his feet. Or he had just broken the canvas clean in two.

All that was left was the biggest of them all. A large frame of both him and Error sitting on a swing near a tree. A work combining their first date, and first time holding hands into a single beautiful scene. 

It had been a work he was proud of. He had shown it to Error. He even surprisingly suggested he should hang it somewhere in his house. But he hadn’t found the perfect place for it yet. 

He looked up at it, a drop of yellow coming in an ocean of black. He raised Broomie above his head, ready to finish it off. When his momentum was suddenly stopped.  

He looked up to see Broomie stuck in a multitude of blue strings. With ice-cold fear, he turned around to see Error standing in the door opening arms outstretched. Strings attached to his fingers and  A look of panic on his face.

 “Ink!?”  

And when he heard that voice, so full of concern. Blue colors suddenly and quickly replaced all the black. The red-hot anger was replaced with regret. The Dark self-hatred still lurking below. But now replaced with deep sorrow. 

It made him sink to his knees and start openly wailing as the color overtook everything. He tried to stop the tears pressing his hands against his face, furiously wiping it. But every sob tore another from his body. 

“S-soory…i am sorry Error…forgive me…please…please”  

He started rambling, trying to get his emotions under control. But instead, he felt his insides turn, and he puked out a large amount of ink. 

When he was done, the overwhelming sensation was gone. But the feelings were still there. His throat hurt, but he was letting out soft hiccups instead of sobs at this point. He looked back up. To see Error hovering close by in front of him. Arms outstretched like he had wanted to grab him. Frustrating, clear in his eyes. 

“S-sorry..”  he started again 

“It’s okay, Kiki…it’s okay…just…let it all out okay…”  

Error took another step closer and he could feel that pulsing heat. That heat seemed to push them apart, like two wrong magnets pushing each other away. He leaned back so that Error would glitch less. Not looking at Error's face, afraid to hurt him further. 

Error let out another frustrated sound. Something heavy fell to the floor, probably Broomie. And he felt Errors strings circle his hands. But the mock handheld just made him feel worse. They were so pathetic, not even able to hold hands. 

“Ink?” 

 He shook his head. 

“Ink please…talk to me?”  

He shook his head harder. 

What was there to say? What could he possibly say that wouldn't sound completely insane? He was gonna lose Error. He was gonna figure out he couldn’t live without the touch and was gonna leave him as he should have ages ago. And he be all alone with his thoughts again. Unsure of whoever even ‘himself was’ 

More strings wrapped around his hands.

 “Come on, Squid”

There was a hint of frustration coming through his voice now.  

Error would realize that it was no use to spend time on him. That in the last few months he somehow had made more progress with his ex, Than with him. That all of this was a lost cause that he never should have - 

Blue strings wrapped around his torso so tightly that he nearly choked. Looking back up and started into Error’s worried eyes. And after a beat or two a realisation seemed to come over Error. 

“Have you been swallowing your paints again Kiki?” 

He blinked up at the other. 

Had he?

He tried to think back.

He remembered maybe once this morning…but that could have been yesterday as well?. He definitely did when he was painting to stay in that calm state he had been in. 

Did he do it afterward? Oh…when Pallete came to the phone, he had to swallow down his excitement as well as his disappointment.  He thought he had just pushed it down…But that would explain why he was feeling so crappy. 

Shit! He might have done it more than once in his conversation with Dream.

“I…didn’t …notice..”

 He said through a few sobs. And Error’s strings gently squeezed him.

“It’s alright…come on… let's get you out of this puddle”  

The strings started to fall away from his body, almost like they had been arms that had been wrapped around him. That thought made him sob again, and he scrambled for the strings before they could completely disappear... Holding them shakingly between his fingers as he  looked up at Error with a desperation he didn’t know under which color to classify 

Error’s look of surprise turned into a sad smile, and he mumbled 

“Should have known you liked being tied up in my strings” 

He laughed wearily at the innuendo. And the strings came back around his torso softly and lifted him up from the middle of the room. Dropping him right below one of the windows. Error plopping down next to him, some space left between them. All the while he stared at the strings connecting them. 

“What happened Inky… “ 

Error asked softly after some minutes of silence in which his sobs finally calmed down, and his emotions seemed to reach another equilibrium 

“I think you guessed already, I swall- 

“What triggered your outburst,” 

He shut his mouth with a click and brought his knees up to his face. Another few minutes of silence

“I saw what I had painted..”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Error tilt his head

“That usually makes you happy.” 

He shrugged, he didn’t want to think too hard about it. He might have puked most of his paints out. But not all. And if he indeed had kept swallowing down his paints, they would still be a murky mess inside of him. And didn’t want to trigger another episode 

He heard some angry glitches, but Error’s voice stayed calm. 

“Did your phone call with Dream affect how you looked at it?” 

He shook his head. 

“No, that went pretty well,” 

He could feel Error’s eyes on him even without looking up, hugging his knees harder 

“Are…Are you upset that it went well?”  Confusion was clear in his boyfriend's voice. 

He wanted to cry again and felt blue trying to come up, He tried to temp it down. 

“Hey, Ink stop, don’t fight your paints…not at this time” 

His hands started shaking, and shook his head.

Of course, Error noticed. Error knew him.

Even when he forgot who he was himself. 

“It’s not fair…” he mumbled softly.

“What…Ink?” Error said confused along with the sounds of soft buzzes of glitches. As another silence fell between them, only filled by his own occasional sob. 

He heard some sounds, not able to place them. So he looked up, seeing that Error had dragged one of the destroyed canvasses closer. There wasn’t much left of it, he had smeared pretty big globs of black ink on them, that was now dripping on Error's clothes.

Error seemed to glitch at them, but paid them no mind, rolling up his sleeve and rubbing the ink away with his arm, Eyes widening as he saw what was underneath. 

Error's head snapped his way, eyes wide. And dragged another painting close doing the same thing to it.

“What…the fuck Ink.” 

He closed his eyes in shame, burying his head back in his legs. He knew Error would hate them. That’s why he didn’t show them, he knew he had been holed up in here more nights than he could count. When Error was with others, or working. He was in here and painted his desires. 

The ones he couldn’t act on. That he promised to let rest. And now Error knew, and he would see how he had gone against his word and…

“If you are angry with me you can just Fucking say so, don’t gotta destroy your passion projects over it” 

His head shot up, and he looked at Error. Who was looking at the painting with a frown. But not an angry one. No…he…he almost looked. Sad? Then what Error had said seemed to land in his scattered brain and he quickly scrambled up to his knees. Error looking up as he did. 

“I ain't angry at you?! …Why?!?!…No..Never, none of this is your fault.”  

Error started at him eyes wide, 

 “Of….course…of fucking course how could I be so fucking stupid”  

“W-what?”  he asked, suddenly panicking. 

The strings around him tighten again, 

“I should have known you would be angry at yourself, somehow you always blame everything that goes wrong in our relationship on yourself” 

His own eyes widened. And Error leaned closer. He could feel the heat again, but he couldn’t look away. Error was staring right at him.  Different colors tried to rise up, but one never could stay, quickly replaced with another. Purple, pink, yellow, blue, green. All of them but he barely noticed only able to focus on his Love

“I thought I had said this before, but if I haven’t let me now. I don’t fucking blame you. For any of this Ink. It aint your fault I died. It aint your fault we can’t touch. It aint your fault that the recovery of it is going at a fucking snail's pace. Got it! None of that is your fault. I don’t fucking blame you, I ain't angry with you. And I am not upset that you miss being able to hold me. I’d be the biggest fucking hypocrite.” 

The strings were getting tight enough that they were probably leaving robe burn marks. But he couldn’t care. Could hardly believe what was going on. 

“B-but” 

“No fucking but’s Ink. Whatever your brain is telling you. It is aint true. I’d kiss you right now to fucking prove it, but I think we both know how that would end” 

The sound he let out was between a sob and a laugh. It be such a disaster. The only time they tried was on the first-day Error returned. And the scream the other had let out, still haunts his nightmares. It kept combining with Error’s death in those dreams. 

He closed his hands over the strings that ran over his palms, Squeezing them tight, tugging at them. Feeling Error tuck on them as well. 

He still felt like crap. And he wanted to believe Error. He so badly wanted to. But he couldn’t seem to get there. There had to be a tipping point. Maybe he didn’t blame him now. But it would not last forever and- 

“Ink. Stop it” Error Seemed to read exactly what was going on in his mind.

“I…I can’t”  he mumbled. “I wanna believe you Error. I really do..But…but..” 

His hands rose to his chest. The part of himself he disliked so much. Where you could see the proof of his soullessness. That part of him that was at the root source of all his problems.

There was another pause and he started at the space between them. He could see Error's knees and realized this must have been the closest Error had been in a month. The thought made him swallow another sob. 

“What would make you believe it.” 

“Huh?” 

He looked up back into Error’s eyes. They held a determined gleam 

“Tell me what you need Ink, What would make you believe my word, so I can say it, or do it. Until I can beat it into your skull, and you never doubt me again” 

“I….”  He paused.

What would make him believe it?  What would make him believe that Error didn’t hate him? That Error would stick with this, with them, Or that He would stick with Error?  Was there such a thing? 

“I don’t k-”  he stopped himself. 

That felt wrong to say. Here he was demanding proof. But he couldn’t think of anything himself. How was Error supposed to prove it then? 

He looked up back at Error’s face. Still looking determined, ready to spring into action. And he wanted to give an answer. 

Why was this so difficult, he just wanted Error to be happy. To be loved as much as he deserves. 

But he loves Error. And Error wants his love. And was he just…not giving it? If he trusted that Error could love him despite his soulless state. Then why didn’t he believe Error trusted that his soulless self loved Error? 

Now that he was thinking about it, it seemed kinda backwards, and selfish. To trust everything Error gave him. But not trust that Error knew that he was loved. 

Soft oranges and yellows finally managed to take hold of his body. Error believed in him. He was conceived it wasn’t his fault. He might not fully believe it himself. But he could believe in Error, that did believe that fact.

Error's face shifted as he saw the realization drawn on his own face. 

“Knock some sense into me from time to time, that is what you need to do apparently” 

Error laughed “I do that for fun any day” 

And he couldn’t help his own laugh. The strings on his hands tugged, lifting them to his face, he got the hint and held one of his own cheek in the way Error would. 

“I Love you, I don’t hate you, and I don’t blame you. For any of this, And I am sorry if I made you think I did”  

He shook his head.

 “It’s okay..I…Thank you…I should have told you sooner. That I was feeling all of this. I could have avoided this mess” 

Error glanced around the room.  

“Nothing we can’t fix”  

He raised a brow bone.

“You, fixing things?”  

Error gave a fake glare, and he felt his colors latch on to the familiar feeling of seeing it

“Says the Protector that destroyed this room”  

But then Error’s eyes turned serious again. Settling back down next to him, if a bit closer than before.  

“We do need to find a way to prevent this from happening, for both our sakes I think..” 

He gave a nod, 

“Yeah only so much can be blamed on me swallowing my ink”  

Error nodded. “Wanna do this now, or wait till the murkiness has passed” 

He glanced around the room, seeing the black ink everywhere. And he thought back to how he felt. That darkness swallowing him whole. It had been an extreme reaction to the swallowing and mixing of already mixed paint. 

As much as he wanted to let it pass and recenter himself.

It was better to deal with this now. Besides everything had mixed up so bad, that at this point he had to go blank to get rid of it all. And who knows what he would remember of this incident afterward. 

So with he sigh, he leaned back against the wall. 

“Now…but I am unsure of where to start” he started, 

The orange and yellows have faded, right now settling on something of a mixture of purple and green. 

Error hummed “Gimme a moment to think then.” 

Error closed his eyes. And he just spends the time listening to the sounds of his boyfriend's static. Admiring the other as the light from the window hit him Making the blue streaks on his face almost seem to glow. 

Error opened his eyes and turned to face him, and he shook his head to get rid of his dreamy thoughts.

“Based on what you said before, were you afraid that me seeing your paintings…would make me hate you?”  

He gave a slow nod  And there was a frown on the other's face. 

“Why?  You’ve drawn me more times than I can fucking count, with and without my permission I might add?  So why now? “

He gave an embarrassed chuckle 

“It’s not the fact that I drew you…but more what I made you do in them” 

Errors eyebrow rose all the way up.

“You have drawn porn of m-” 

“Erotica” He cut him off, and Error waved him off

“Same fucking thing. But besides the point, What I wanted to point out is. You have drawn me in way more “scandalous”- “ 

 He quoted his fingers to emphasize his point. 

 “- positions. Wich, I have told you I didn’t mind as long as you didn’t show them to anyone else”  

He flushed, he had been quite embarrassed that Error had found them. But his Glitch had surprised him. He had been embarrassed sure, but also it also seemed to give Error a huge ego boost. Not that he had needed it. Espeasily when he had seen the one he had made in the hot spring. 

The error had invited him to draw him more afterward. And he had taken him up on that offer on multiple occasions. The fact that he stayed on the shore, while Error was half-naked in the water was perfect for him. 

The thought of taking his shirt off and joining in terrified him. Not wanting such an intimate act to be tainted by a crash, or anything else stupid he might do. No, he quite liked what they got

 Error continued on 

“So…I don’t get what the big deal is with these?” 

He clicked his teeth, trying to find the words to explain himself. He knew why, it felt a lot more stupid than before. But there was a part of him, that was still afraid. He could feel purple and dark blue try to overtake him. 

But he took a good look at Error, who seemed genuinely confused. Remembering the almost sad look he had gotten. His boyfriend didn’t like the clutter all his art projects caused. But he seemed perfectly content to be the main subject of his inspiration. So to have seen him destroy paintings of them…

Yeah, he can see now how that could have looked to Error. He tried to call forth some orange, and with a trembling voice he managed to speak about his fears. 

“I thought…that if you knew…how much I longed to touch you again,  you might be angry with me. I mean…I promised you…that…that when we first began dating.  That if this would ever happen..that it wouldn’t matter”  

He let out a shuddering breath, staring hard at Error's chest, it was easier than looking into the too-knowing eyes

“That no matter how bad your phobia would get. That it would change nothing…I was afraid…seeing this…you realized I had broken that promise” he muttered softly. 

“Because It does matter to me…that we can’t touch…it…it hurts a lot.” It felt scary to admit. 

“Not that I would ever leave you over it! “  He quickly stated, looking up, to see Error surprise face at this outburst, and he quickly looked back at the other's chest.

“But just…it’s a lot harder than I thought it would be” 

The silence between them felt heavy, then a dry chuckle came from Error and he looked up, and saw Error staring down…looking towards him. But not to his face. Just like had been staring at the other's chest. He wondered what he was focussing on. 

“I….forgot about that promise…” 

He blinked surprised and he turned to face his lover.

“You did? But…you made it so-” 

Error held up his hand, and he fell quiet. 

“I am not surprised you remembered. And I ain't surprised I made you promise. Dunno if I just forgot, or if it is a memory my death has taken from me…”  

He felt himself react to the mention of Error's death again. And he saw the other eyes narrow knowingly, But Error continued on. 

“But either way, I think it made you hold yourself up to an impossible standard.” 

Error let out an angry huff at himself, crossing his arms, and frowned deeper.

“I don’t think I would make that promise with the intention that you weren’t allowed to have any feelings about it at all…I just didn’t want it to be a dealbreaker.  “ 

His eyes widened.  

“Of course, it will never be!”

 And Errors eyes met his, seeming ready to rebuttal him but he continued.

“No matter, how much I long to touch, hold, hug, and kiss you again. That you feel comfortable is way, way more important to me. I never want you to feel forced to touch me. So it ain't a dealbreaker at all! Never was, to begin with. I am not the brightest, But I knew who I started dating. And if I ever made you feel like that- “  

“You never did. ”

 He felt his face erupt in a light blush

“It’s the same for me…”

Error mumbled.  Then he saw a shot of anger on his face. 

“ I WANT to touch you as well. Not because I feel forced to or some bullshit. But because I just miss it. I never even thought I could fucking miss it.  And it sucks. “

Error's face gained another emotion, and he realised it was the same as his. Self-loathing. 

“It fucking sucks so much. I just wish I could just reach out and hold your hand again. To just lay together without worry if we accidentally brush shoulders. Even you puking ink in my face as we kiss or just - “ 

“-simply give a chaste kiss?  Pull you along by the arm on our dates? Just be close again in general?”  He interrupted the other softly 

Error eyes widened and then gentled in understanding

 “yeah…” then another dry chuckle 

“Have…have we seriously both been worried about the fact. That we both just miss being as close as we were before all this fucking mess?” 

He tugged at the strings wrapped around his hands 

“Guess so…” 

Error sighed and mumbled disbelievingly.

“How did we manage to avoid talking about this for four months straight?”  

“Dunno…like I said…I thought you’d be angry. And with everything else. I just didn’t wanna add that on top of it?”  

Error let out another deeper sigh 

“And I thought, you must have known my frustration was at the situation, not at you”  

“At least we know now?”

But that didn’t really erase the last few months of pain they both felt. That now felt like had been completely unnecessary and avoidable 

They both just sat in that newfound knowledge, letting it settle in. Part of him was really upset. Part of him was relieved, it was the bigger part. But it couldn’t drown out all the dark colors sadly 

“Speaking of things we avoided talking about,” Error said with a grunt and he knew what was coming. 

“It has been four months, and we haven’t talked about the situation, that got us to this in the first place at all….have we?” 

He gave a nod. It had not been on purpose. They had talked a bit in those first few days. But focused more on both their anger surrounding the whole situation with Errors return. 

Then Error also had to stay a lot in the antivoid. His body clearly recovered much faster there if he was on his own. 

The Balance also had kept him away. He didn’t want it tipping too much either way, but there had been a push in his mind to take advantage of it. To increase his territory. He knew that push. He hated it at times. It could help him make the most wonderful of creations. It could make him do the most heinous things. 

Always trying to get more and more. Pushing him to listen to one more creator request. Check out one more Au in case it needs protecting. Strengthen the defenses of the new Au’s until they are ready to interact with the multiverse. 

He had learned to deal with that urge, learned where his own desires ended and the multiverses began. Most of the time they were the same. He had this role for a reason. He fulfilled it happily. But every job has its downside. 

And that first month the ugly side of it showed up. He had tried to keep the scales balanced in his lovers absence, hoping that it would accelerate his return, then kept it so he could recover. His job was protecting all universes. And the multiverse didn’t seem to enjoy that he wasn’t taken advantage of the power vacuum. He had managed to keep that urge at bay, by exhausting himself. 

Blue wasn’t very happy when he found out.  He made him promise not to tell Error. As far as he knew…Blue hadn’t. 

And after that first month. He had been so focused on figuring out what he and Error could and could not do anymore. How to help. How to just have dates where they both enjoyed themself. He had wanted to focus on the now. Error had seemingly wanted that as well. 

The strings around his ribs tightened softly and it once again reminded him of a hug. 

“Talk to me Ink” 

He let his hands settle against the strings around his ribs, fingertips gliding over them softly.

“It’s…hard..” 

Not because he didn’t remember. Far from it. It was seemingly burned into his brain, just like holding Error’s hand for the first time, or their first kiss. But this was one he rather forget. 

“It sucked..?”  

He started, he could hear the sobs trying to form as the blue paints tried to overtake him like before. 

Error huffed gently.

“If you made an understatement this century, that would be it”  

At the words, a burst of yellow bled through like a dotted pattern 

“Do…do you…remember what happened?” He asked softly.

Error shook his head. 

“Not really? Bits and pieces, but not the whole thing.  But I know what happened”  

“Blue?”  

Error nodded. And he wondered what Blue had said. About how he reacted, but knowing his friend. He might have just kept it at what happened to Error. Probably thought this was a conversation they should have themselves, and he didn’t blame him. 

He felt his bones rattle as much as they could in the strings hold. Following the quivering thread all the way to Errors fingers. Staring at the way he saw the other rub his thumb at the other end. 

If they could touch, Error might have been rubbing his back. Or nuzzled against his skull.  He gave a silent little tug a started with and sigh. 

“...I was too busy helping…I don’t remember who… but I was getting them out of the way, And I turned around and see you get hit with this giant blaster beam. I think I dropped who I was helping, and raced my way over to you. The attack stopped, and instead of attacking back, you just…you just fell right out of the air,” 

He remembered the terror. Error had died before, but he had never seen it. At the time all he knew was that he had been hurt, he wasn’t sure if that beam would have been enough to kill Error. But they had been fighting that stupid gaster blaster beast for a while. It had absorbed most of their attacks. They all had lost hp, and he didn’t know how much Error had left

It had felt like slow motion watching Error fall, the blue of his scarf trailing behind him, body so very limb. Not a hint of his angry boyfriend in sight. 

“I remember checking you as I got closer. You were so low on hp, And the rest of the bar had been pink with karmic retribution. And it was slowly draining the rest. I teleported beneath you, caught you…and we landed. But by the time I could start my healing, you had hit zero already” 

He was hiccuping with sobs again. And the strings squeezed him gently once more. 

“I tried to stop it…I ain't the best healer…but I threw all the intended I could behind it  - “ 

“I know Kiki...  “  Error interrupted him, and he met the other's eyes. 

There was a gentleness in them that he knew was rare. That last time he saw it, it was followed up by a day of cuddling on the couch. His magic ached knowing that can’t happen this time. He wondered if Error thought of the same thing. 

“I felt your magic…I couldn’t see or hear. But I knew you were there.”

 A rosy sort of color rose in his chest. Somewhere between red and pink. It was warm, nowhere near the feelings of sunsets and warm skies he got while kissing. But something similar. 

But icey blue came back as he remembered what had happened next. 

“Y-you turned to dust in my arms….” 

His voice was barely more than a whisper.

“y-you were there…i was holding you..and then slowly…you just..seemed to crumble away…and then…you were…gone..” 

The words barely made it past his teeth. 

He had been begging near the end, screaming for it to stop. For Error to hold on, that he could fix it. But in the end, he just sat there on the ground, covered in dust as the battle continued on around him. 

He had never felt so empty, never been as scared. Not as far as he can remember at least. He knew he got angry, that he single-handedly killed the creature that had taken Error from him. But he doesn’t remember more than the blind grief-stricken rage. 

The next thing he does remember is that Blue and Dream were holding him. Screaming and begging him to stop. His fist was bloody with marrow as he had kept on hitting the ground where he had killed the beast. Head to toe covered in Errors and the giant monster's dust. Bursting out crying in their arms. Until it all became too much, and throwing up the last of his paints. 

It took them several days to coax him to drink them again. Now that he thinks back on it, that might be the first time Dream hugged him since their breakup years before. He hadn’t even done his whole, must try and safe everyone speech… 

God, of course, Dream wouldn’t have given that speech at the time…even if had been more coherent. What an awful way to think about a friend…

Something warm wrapped around his shoulders, he looked up from where he had buried his head into his knees again. Errors strings were dropping Error's long coat around his shoulders, trying to cocoon him in it. 

“Ru…?” he mumbled confused, wiping at the tears on his face. 

“You…always buried your nose in this when we hugged…since I can’t hug you.… I thought I could trick your brain into thinking we were…cause...Fuck it Ink… I didn’t…I didn’t know okay… and I…Fuck..” 

Error's eyes seemed to be burning like he was holding back tears. Even if had let tears fall, the tracks on his face would hide them. One of his hands came up to one of the lapels, pulling the jacket closer to himself.  As Error fiddled with the strings seeming to refuse to look at him. 

“I fucking tried to hold on, I should have been paying more attention. It was such a stupid mistake. But I was keeping track of Blue. Making sure he wasn't hit, And then…” 

Error’s voice stuttered out and let out several beeps, and he saw some error signs fill his eyes. 

He rose to his knees. 

“Error..?”

The minor crash passed, and Error shook his head and continued on, 

“I should have asked Blue for more details. No wonder you have been so all over the place inky. And…fuck just because I had been stupid? I dunno what I would have done if it had been you?…destroyed half the multiverse before I came to my senses. Yet you…you didn’t.  You kept the balance, and have just been trying to make the best of a shitty situation.” 

Error clenched his fist, and the strings tightened again. And he could feel the anger through the magic. 

“ I remember how happy you were when I came back. I thought that at points you were forcing yourself to feel happy. And you might have…but…you did that…to avoid thinking of this right?”  

Error turned to look at him, 

All he could do was nod, and to his surprise, some stray tears fell from his boyfriend's eyes. He wished he could come over and kiss them away. 

“Fuck Dust and Dream man. I thought they were being assholes that day. But this. If I get my hands on Dust, Fuck that scare I gave him last time wasn’t nearly enough punishment.  Oh and Dream? Fucking dreamboat?! He was there! I remember And then He was just gonna fucking yell at you for being excited it returned?! Don’t even get me started!!“ 

His magic was rushing through his body at record speed. Making him feel a little lightheaded. That Error was angry on his behalf even after all this time That he was feeling for him…what he did back then. But had no way to express at the time. It was doing things to him. It made him happy. But he also knows that he didn’t blame either of those two.

“Enough! Error….Enough…don’t go hurt either of them, please. Dust got what he deserved. And Dream and I have resolved this ourselves, you know what was going on with him at the time. It ain't an excuse for what he did. But he wasn’t in the best place. I have decided to forgive him…I don’t want you hunting him down” 

Dreams comment at the time had hurt. It had dug at his own insecurity of his soulless state, as well as his relationship with Error. Luckily blue had stepped in. But Dream had forgiven him for doing much worse. It was hard, but he cared too much about Dream. And even thou their relationship was currently strained. He knew Dream did too. 

The amount of time he had spent helping him in the months after Error’s death attested to that. 

Error was still glaring angrily, And he shuffled closer, where he could feel the warmth of the pushing sensation. Trying to keep them apart.  

“I am not asking you to forgive them…just…please don’t go after them. I won’t even stop you if you decide to grill Dream about it, 'cause I know you will, no matter what I think of it. Just please…” 

Error huffed, still clearly upset. 

“I ain't forgiving them”  

And with that, he knew Error wouldn’t try to harm either of them. And he gave a genuine smile

 “Thank you, Ruru” 

And for the first time that night, he saw Error's beautiful yellow blush covering his cheeks. 

His own chest filled up with a soft yellowish pink. 

“Thank you for telling me about all this Ink, I promise to make it up to you”  The other muttered softly into his scarf, then a bit clearer 

“…How are you feeling now?” 

He swayed a bit back and forth.

 “Pink…”

He replied softly, and Errors blush rose and became more flustered. Error grabbed a tube he used to store papers in,  And then softly bonked him on the head with it, 

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as Error mock yelled. 

“That aint what I was talking about and you know it you annoying Squid” 

He grabbed the tube yanking it out of Error's hands,

“I know~”

And gave a soft bonk against the others head in return, before dropping it and letting it roll away. 

“I am feeling…better, bit lightheaded…must be nearly out of paint…But I think…talking helped. Don’t think it got rid of everything…but don’t think I am gonna do…” 

 He glanced around the room with a sad smile…

“Well…anything like this”  

Error gave a nod, with a little frown. 

“We gotta talk more about this shit, even if we both think we don’t need to. We clearly fucking do. “ 

He nodded in agreement 

“Easier said than done…”  

“Aint that the truth…but I’ll try for you Kiki” 

“And I for you Ruru”  

They both smiled at each other and then he leaned back with a sigh. Feeling his eyesockets fighting to stay open, the colors in him became more muted as he ran on the last fumes. 

“Tired?”  Error muttered settling in as close as he dared. 

He nodded, “Probably for the best if I stay blank for a day, to make sure I got rid of all the sludge.”  

The strings around his torso tightened  like a soft squeeze from Error's arms 

“I remember what to do, and I’ll call Blue if need be” 

He gave another nod and heard the sound of a glitchy portal opening. Error probably getting supplies. But he felt something against his side, opening his eyes again, he recognized the pattern of Error’s crochet blanket.  

He didn’t pull it out often, but it was warm and smelled of him, And it was thick. But Error didn’t lay it over him, No he crumbled it up into a makeshift barrier, and with a soft pull of his strings gently coaxed him against it, while Error laid on the other side. 

Close but not touching. He could feel the pulsing heat again. Error should feel it too, and it was probably aggravating his glitches. But it was hard to fight off sleep, as Error was closer than he had been in months. Mind focusing on the feeling of strings still gently around his torso. On the smell of the warm coat that was being rewrapped around him, cocooning him against the blanket. 

And all he could feel was Error. 

“Love you…” He mumbled.

He heard a bit more static as his eyes fell closed. Knowing he was safe, feeling better than he had in a long while. The last of his paints manifested into a small rainbow flush on his face, coaxing him gently into a dreamless sleep. 

[imaginewarehouse]

Blackie x Reader || Headcanons

Imagine: The café trying to get you and Blackie together.

Warnings: Meddling?

Its a very absurd experience, having a café ship you and meddle in your personal life XD That's for sure.

But as soon as you walked into the café for the first time it was like it knew something you didn't. Nor did, apparently, the proprietor.

You and Blackie clicked immediately, became really good friends. It was like you were 'soulmates', - not that he believed in that. Or, at least, that he would have one, - , just... platonic ones. This wasn't good enough for the café though 😅 Uh uh.

The café is like an overbearing mother in this instance towards Blackie- they have been together for so long, the café has watched him be so lonely his entire life (Probably. I don't actually know how the café came to be. Which came first? Blackie or the Café? Dunno), and now here comes you... a sweet thing who actually laughs at his jokes instead of getting offended or uncomfortable, and it thinks (Well, as much as a sentient building can think)... ah. We cant let this one get away.

Like stated in This Post, the Café gets very very sad when/if you and Blackie have a disagreement or fight. It gets darker in there, and colder. The music shuts off entirely. And it'll stay that way, stubbornly, until one of you sucks up your pride and apologises. Then you get cake. Which you are to eat together, while the place warms up again.

The café may even go so far as to lock you two in the same room until you talk to each other (Nicely). It does not want you to leave and it will do what it can to prevent it, if at all possible. So if that means forcing you two to look at each other for hours then goddamn so be it!

There are plenty of hijinks when you two are getting along, though, too (Which is most, if not all of the time).

The café has been known to...

Tilt a booth when you sit down next to Blackie so you end up squished together or worse- on his lap.

Make Blackie's coat appear on the bench next to you if you mention you're cold (Even if it was on him a second ago. Like, the café literally snatched it from him). Like, there you go! What do you mean you cant wear that? Put it on. Its warm.

Show Blackie you on the TV screen at specific moments. Like when you're sad (Like, telling him to go help or so help me- ), when you are giving in and pulling on his coat, when you're being particularly cute (Humming while washing the dishes, sat on the bench in the bathroom and reading with your legs swinging as they hang off the sink, etc), when you're being made uncomfortable by someone (Like, again- a very unsubtle demand to go help them.), etc.

Sometimes 'mix up' your laundry with each other's. You just pick up your basket to start folding, find his button up shirts instead of your uniform, sigh and go to find Blackire and he's already there with your actual basket, sighing.

Blackie: *Heavy sigh* ... I don't think these would exactly suit me.

Y/N: These aren't really my style, either. Oh I have an idea- Swap?

Blackie: Fabulous idea-

Y/N: Yeah-

You and Blackie are both fully aware of what the café is trying to do. In fact, so are Frank and Fae. You all find it pretty amusing, and you and Blackie don't mind playing along sometimes. Because why not? You're friends! You don't mind stealing his coat, and he'll definitely be there when you're sad or being made uncomfortable.

(Imagine being the café, here. How infuriating XDD Like no, no. I'm not trying to make you better friends!?? Kiss!)

Other instances when you and Blackie play along (And *cough* maybe develop some awkward, not-to-be-spoken-of, slightly non-platonic feelings):

One time (Or a couple times) after Fae and Frank went to bed for the night the café stated playing slow music- very much suggesting the two of you dance together. Blackie just smirked and turned to you, holding his hand out and you were like oh what a gentleman. i don't mind if i do. Very silly, but very nice ^^

When Blackie's narrating something?? He said something about love once- and the café actually put a spotlight on you!! 😂😂😂 You were sitting there hunched over a cup, so you just gave a wink and a finger gun.

Blackie (Ep4S1, The Heart of the Mystery): But maybe the final truth lies in an old saying- Those that love, love forever.

The Café: *Flashes a yellow light just above Y/N pointedly, who's pouring far-too-many sugar packers into their coffee*

Blackie:

Y/N: ... oh, you bet. *Wink. Finger gun. Tears open another packet of sugar and returns to their abomination*

You actually pretended to be a couple once and the café was in such good spirits the rest of the day XDD You were being flirted at by a creepy customer and you had already told this guy you were not into it, you had not even smiled at all at thus man the entire time he had been sitting next to you- but he was not getting the idea. So you just... said you were sleeping with proprietor. It was the first thing that came to mind! And it sure did scare the bastard off when Blackie (who lives for drama) came over, pecked your cheek and continued to sit and flirt with you/chat with the dude with you for minutes.

Guy: Darlin you are sweet as sugar. I was wonderin- if you were gonna be in town fer a couple days, maybe we could hit up an eatery a tad nicer then this one, together? Say, Friday?-

Y/N: Mmm, you know... as tempting as that sounds... *Looking around for an excuse, catches sight of Blackie counting cash down by the register* ... I'm taken.

Cafe: *Subtly gets brighter, and warmer*

Guy: Wha-

Y/N: Yeah. I'm um. Having an affair with the boss already, so...

Blackie, who was of course eaves dropping: *Perks up, raises an eyebrow* Hm?

Guy: I, uh-

Y/N: *Communicating desperately I'm uncomfortable. Please do this for me through your eyes*

Blackie: ... *Not missing a beat, still flipping through a handful of bills* Sweetheart, I told you- thats just between you and me, and the back room.

Guy: ... I- I gotta go-

If you did actually get together one day--

Oh my goodness the café would be thrilled XD

The coffee has never tasted better, the muffins have never come out fluffier, the soup has never been so tasty.

Already your stuff has been moved into Blackie's room (OH you wanted to stay in your room alone?? Ha ha no.).

And just... please don't break up 😅😅 the cafes heart will be broken.

[otaku-tactician]

Im a bit late but for the ship ask earlier, yariyumi or lancer/archer?

Thank you!!! That's ok, I don't mind. I am glad you asked. also epic Sakura pfp btw!

Yariyumi/ Lancer x Archer (rotating them in my brain like a microwave fr!)

What made you ship it?

This is a good question. To be honest, from the very first fight they had I thought they were really cool; but didn't quite understand the parallels between them or the nuances to their rivalry (I even initially came into Fate by mistaking Cu and Archer for Tohsaka Rin's parallel boyfriends...yes I used to think Cu and Archer were 2 versions of the same guy from different timelines). But one thing that struck me was the symbolism of Cu's spear that pierced the heart, and Rin's Pendant, that brought Emiya back to life...and somehow gave the two guys a rematch as servants within the same timeline that he dies as a teenage guy... (I am confused now XD)

To understand the rivalry between them a little better, I read many posts online and I just love how they interact! The way how they clash over ideals concerning heroism, how Archer goes full sass mode (and stops holding back) whenever he hangs out with Cu; and overall...it is always a joy to watch these two interact. (And being obsessed with both of them helps!)

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!! Actually, I am not sure. Maybe their battles and banter. I love how Archer goes out of his way to compliment Cu during the heat of battle, and how he gets under his skin; I greatly enjoy watching the sparks fly between them. In other words, it's all about the inherent eroticism of battle for me. Also the whole red/blue, fated rivals, bi4bi etc etc stuff surrounding them...even their outfits look a bit similar. And there is something EPIC AF about how if one of them is in a holy grail war, the other will be bound to follow soon (most of the time).

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

There are probably many, yes... But there have been things I've misunderstood about Yariyumi as well. I do think the biggest unpopular opinion would just be me believing that actually, these two guys do not hate one another in canon, and get along incredibly well (this can sometimes be a hotly debated facet of the Archer/Lancer debacle). The other things that come to mind was ancient tumblr discourse on who would top and bottom, I personally think I don't mind either way.

Also this may be a super unpopular opinion, but sometimes I wonder if Archer purposely seeks Lancer's attention at times (like when in HA he goes out of his way to acquire a higher quality fishing rod than Lancer, and gloat about his superiority the entire time; even challenging him to a fishing match). I dunno, it just feels to me like Archer has a strong admiration for this guy- probably a mutual one as well, with how Lancer gets frustrated that a bowman as skilled as Archer is completely lacking in a sense of pride.

[mirza-majoris]

Ok so I wanted to draw but I don't have the nerves to do so. Instead, I wanna write something about that silly AU of mine and it appears it has no name. Why not Professors of the Caribbean ? Or maybe you can choose if you have something better ^w^

Well first let's see about the roles : Let's call it "The Curse of the Azran gold" XD

Hershel Layton : a young preceptor working for the governor of Port Royal, to teach his daughter Claire Foley 👀 Rescued from a shipwreck by her when they both were children, he grew up at Port Royal with his father and mother, not knowing he was indeed adopted ( that will still be like in the games, I love the twist it will bring X3 ). Becomes a pirate unfortunately, to save his dear Claire from the pirates that came and kidnapped her. Not a real fan of the one that brought him into being an outlaw though X3

Desmond Sycamore : probably no Descole, but the name of the ship could be the Death Call, dunno, what do ya think ? Anyway, a pirate, alone, strange-mannered, having a lot of hate for a particular pirate and swearing revenge. He convinced Hershel to steal a ship to save his damsel, is an excellent swordsman but doesn't like to play fair and is a master of wicked plans XD

Claire Foley : daughter of the governor, fascinated by pirates, wants to be as free and independent as them sometimes. She likes Hershel A LOT and is not that impressed as first by the pirate captain. Well, before knowing he's literally a living dead X3 tbh Desmond is more a damsel in distress than her !

Leon Bronev : here he is, the bad guy ! Commited a mutiny against his captain and son after having some disagreement about the Azran gold. He has no beating heart now, cruel but great at being a treacherous man and a liar X3

Dimitri Allen : the commodore ! Because he needs no grey wig XD and because he is in love with Claire X3 a good man, having trouble with pirates and trying to get rid of them as much as possible. He will potentially know a very sad end but hey, like a hero though X'3

Luke Triton : not gonna lie, it's hard to include him in there but maybe a little sailor on the Interceptor asleep when Hershel and Desmond steal her X3 so he has to go on a little voyage with them, will probably talk to the parrot XD like Layton a lot but not Desmond X3

Raymond : ..... let's hope I have a better fate for him that what crosses my mind right now X'3

Macaw and Robin : Pintel and Ragetti, no doubt ! XD

Swift : the Second-in-Command because he is freaking cool *^*

For now, this is how I would see the main plot X3 most characters are here buuuuuuuut maybe my brains works faster than my typing skills ( and will to write something more consequent ) so I will probably right other things but not tonight X'3

Don't hesitate to tell me what you think about it ^^

[airasora]

Would Derek be shipped with a guy or girl? I tried looking up some Disney villains to suggest, but none really jumped out at me (other than maybe Cruella or Fascilier, but I don't know if either would mesh well with him) For NonDisney, I don't know why the guy from El Dorado (can't remember or spell XD) came to mind first XD If Clayton wasn't portrayed in a different era than Derek, he'd be interesting for a hunting rivalry. I dunno, food for thought :3

I really don't ship Derek with anyone nor do I want to... x'D Like, I genuinely couldn't care less about him - and me saying "I don't care" about him is probably the nicest thing I've ever said about Derek lolol xD

I'm still planning on making my "Top 10 worst animated boyfriends" video for my Ayla Sky YouTube channel, and he's number 1 and all my criticism of him takes up an entire page XDD

[officialtokyosan]

i just realized i never really compiled lore about my phoenix. i gotta put it all in one place

he’s from a big crime family and ran away as a teenager because he didn’t want to follow the family tradition and he frequently moves around hoping they don’t track him down and assassinate him or something. he’s got such a great attitude about it!

dirt broke, he often roomed with many other roommates in the same financial situation. he once roomied with cipher at one time during the 80′s. they dumpster dived together sometimes. sometimes they ran out the back window when the cops came to evict them with nothing but the clothes on their back

he’s got a great personality but his memory is terrible, which made it hard for him to keep a job. very bad with names.

he never knew or could remember cipher’s name, so every time he addressed him he would call him by a different name

when he and cipher parted ways, he said he would find him so he can invite him to his wedding someday. and he did! how did he track him down after all these years!? maybe he just wandered the globe going around to every person he could meet and ask “have seen a grumpy tired guy, about yay tall?” cipher was happy to see him

he’s such a friendly guy, nothing ever bothers him, he could make friends with anyone. he’s always smiling and finds happiness anywhere

he talks a lot about anything and everything and sometimes says things that are wisely profound and inspiring. also, what color looks best on a car?

he likes to draw, do oragami, and he likes hot wheels. which explains his livery XD

his scar is from cipher who threw something at him by accident. and he doesnt remember how he got it

he doesnt mind anyone kissing his scar

he can make a leaf and a blade grass sing. he can whistle, snap his fingers, basically any trick a human body can achieve

he’s like 1/16 of every ethnicity

he wants to own a ranch and have many spouses

he could be compared to a divine being when he flies. the name, Phoenix, suits him. as a human, he can’t ascend higher than he already is because there’s nothing more perfect than a flawed human being.

his callsign in ac1 was his first name, Eel, because his position was Phoenix 1. he changed his callsign to Phoenix when his position became Scarface 1, because he thinks the name sounds spunky!

he can be called Fi (フィ) for short

as a Phoenix, he can share the same presence in the sky as the Demon Lord. as in, people who recognize the Demon Lord can see Phoenix as the Demon Lord instead of Phoenix himself. (when that happens, phoenix just says “i dunno, i just felt possessed! hahaha!”)

he gave slash a hotwheel the same model of his car since slash is a car guy

slash is his boyfriend and edge is his girlfriend

when he could finally live comfortably after his big mercenary payout in ac1, he spent his money pursuing the hobby of racing (he’s the driver in ridge racer), which makes him broke again and sheepishly accept his next job in ac2.

he likes to play with his hotwheel sets inbetween missions, he kept launching them into the wall and made holes in it

he passed out after completing the last mission in ac2 because he was hungry. he hit the floor the second he stepped off that ladder XD for a second, people thought he died on the spot.

even though he’s just a goofy, do-whatever guy, he was strangely highly revered after his service. he retired young, commute-married his wingmen, and survived ulysses like a champ.

he wrote letters to slash after he went missing before the events of ac04

if trigger failed to destroy hugin and munin, osea would have hired phoenix, which would have made them so broke that they would lose all influence over usea

if the intercorporate war broke out, he would save the day once again. and would also find it a little weird that he had to fight the same ai. even though it’s been over 20 years, he's still the same guy with his upbeat attitude! with his hair grayer and a face with wrinkles

[enchi-elm]

Who did what?

AE: I wrote the story after two years of heavy world-building with Sheep. Actually, I made the graphics first. I wrote the story almost all in one go because it was Nanowrimo and I was fed up with my actual Nano project and needed a palate cleanser. And then it went through like three more drafts after that with comments and edits from Sheep. Except The Lighthouse and The Signal chapters, which easily went through five drafts. God, that chapter was such a pain.

SL: I don’t want to speak for the both of us, but I think this is the most “refining through reiteration” project I’ve ever been a part of. I don’t know if it was because we hadn’t set out with the express goal of writing this Turn Supernatural Universe in mind or because the world-building was so interwoven with our regular correspondence or what, but the process felt incredibly organic, like the pressure was off; in a way, it was rather freeing. Maybe that’s just because Apfel did all the writing. [laughs]

AE: I see what you mean. On the one hand, writing multiple drafts and really polishing up the ideas that go into the story–including scrapping some wholesale or tweaking them and then rewriting other sections to make them fit–is very much how I write any of my fics. It’s a familiar, if time-consuming process. But also, it was such a relief to have someone else in my corner [laughs]. Pulling in ideas that weren’t mine and responding to things I never would have thought of made the whole thing richer and more interesting. And if you came up with something that was in contrast to something I had already written it was actually very freeing to abandon my idea and try to incorporate yours instead. I never thought I would enjoy sharing creative control like that.

Why didn't you include Hewlett? There's at least one moment in the show where he appears very feral and entirely suited to the Frontier concept.

AE: That's a really good question. Sheep, do you remember? I thought it was just because we didn't think his core personality was aligned with what the Frontier draws out of people.

SL: Oof. Did we actively decide to exclude him? It’s true that he’s difficult to picture in this setting; I don’t think I ever found myself doing so. Maybe there’s your answer. He is very much an adherent of “civilisation” throughout much of the show, I suppose - which is of course an incredibly destructive construct in its own right. It would be interesting to explore how the Hewlett of late season four would fare in the Frontier. I’m just thinking of his monologue to Simcoe on the hospital ship, where he decides that instead of continuing the cycle of destruction, he is making the conscious choice to commit himself to a path of creation, of regeneration - which means abjuring not only the violence of war but also that of English colonial civilisation, although I might be giving him too much credit with that one. In any case, he not only commits himself to that path, but Simcoe, too, which is god-tier writing, if you ask me.

Why didn't you include Abe? A spy seems like a good fit for a liminal realm.

AE: I actually have the Telegram messages in front of me, here, I'll quote:

🐑: Abe also doesn't appear at all skdfkfl is that intentional? XD 🍎: Well XD I dunno, is he part of the Frontier? His spywork depends on civilization and the information gleaned there 🐑: That's fair. It would be understandable and hilarious if you just didn't want to deal with him for a change XD 🍎: I confess I find him difficult to deal with in any story XD 🐑: Like I said: Fair XD We don't need to shoe-horn him in on my account.

AE: ...Poor Abe, we've maligned him so much.

SL: It comes from a place of love!

AE: And honestly, I think he dodged a bullet here. Though I'm happy to take suggestions as to what his undead persona would be.

Do you have any other hidden lore?

AE: Yes. One of the fonts I use in the promotional graphics is called “Glacial Indifference”. I thought that was very fitting.

Any chance of a continuation?

SL: Well, never say never, right? I think this ‘verse harbours immense capacity for further exploration. But like I said, this whole endeavour feels more like a companion than a bounded work. I couldn’t say if that makes us more or less likely to keep working on it, or to keep coming back to it in the future.

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Read the story on AO3 here. // Read the DVD Commentary on AO3 here.

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