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peninkwrites · 3 years ago

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Would you give any advice to novice dsmp authors or fic writers? Like what could be helpful for those that are new to writing for this kind of Fandom? As well as for a few characters like example c!Sam or c!dream. Thank you for your time.

Hmm I'll do my best, but I'll admit writing advice is not my forte!

To start, here is a handy guide to writing dialogue for a ton of dsmp characters, although for me personally, I tend to just watch their lore and just, copy their style of speaking pretty much? But idk if that works for everyone. As for getting started, my first dsmp fic I basically wrote one scene I would've liked to see in canon, at the time Tommy and Techno talking while Tommy was first exiled, and that evolved into seven chapters! You don't have to start with any big over-arching plot, starting small is okay! It can just be a single scene, or something you wish they explored more in canon, anything! And I tend to write pretty in-universe stuff, I haven't attempted any au fics so far, I prefer writing stuff based on canon, that way you can let canon sort of guide your narrative!

As for specifics– Writing c!Sam, knowing his moral compass is key, I've found. As well as understanding that his strength is largely a facade and deep down he's terrified. Here's a great meta post about the way his stupid little brain works.

And for c!Dream, you know the go-to metaphors, everything is a game to him. He thinks he's a god, and he weighs every choice like a chess move or like poking an animal with a stick just to see what happens. Dream isn't childlike, but he is childish in my book. He wants to win and he treats other people as things to entertain him. Now, if you're looking at in-prison Dream– He's terrified. Quackity leaves him powerless and scared, and he doesn't know how to deal with that, but that doesn't make him any less calculating. The Dead Don't Dream is my interpretation of pre-prison Dream at his peak evil, but as for how I view prison!Dream, if you want some idea of how I see him in that state, I have this oneshot, Is your blood as red as this? and there's a lot of prison!Dream content in my Awesamdude-centric fic Rocks That Bleed which is also where you can see more of how I interpret Awesamdude. These are just how I've decided to play around with these characters, not necessarily the right way! I'm pretty sure there are clips out there of cc!Dream and cc!Sam talking about their characters, although I don't have any handy, I'm afraid. And checking out the tags for their characters on @/dsmpanalysis can give you some more ideas for how other folks view them!

#hope this was somewhat helpful!#I'm not the best at writing advice lol #and I tend to be a little nervous when it comes to helping other folks with their writing like beta reading and editing and stuff #because I worry I can be too harsh #but i'm happy to share what I know!#Best of luck in all your writing endeavors!#asks #meta #long.post

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thespoonisvictory · 4 years ago

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As much as I love current dream smp lore streams, sometimes they lean a bit too far into the telling and not showing aspects of characters. People like Ranboo, Hannah, Puffy, etc will just monologue exposition for so long to reveal character traits and motivations, rather than reveal them through dialogues or actions, and it can make their characters less engaging for me.

Under a read more because this got very long.

A really good example of showing and not telling was how it was recently pointed out that Wilbur displayed paranoia early on, way before Pogtopia. He didn’t say “I just don’t feel like I can trust anyone after Eret’s betrayal. It’s made it really hard for me to trust people, and even though I don’t want to be paranoid, it still weighs on me.” What he did was have a bit where he was worried about Niki getting too close to Eret (despite ultimately saying he wouldn’t control her and she could talk to who she wanted.), and hold an election because he was worried people didn’t respect him. What he did was reveal later on as Ghostbur that Wilbur would cry behind closed doors from the stress of being president.

There are a ton more examples I’m sure I could drum up, but this one came to mind from @embermc and their recent post about it (Tubbo and Tommy are also pretty good at this, Quackity too imo)

With Hannah, I really, really want to get invested in her lore, but it was so much all at once and so exposition-heavy that I didn’t find myself interested. It almost felt clunky (?) for lack of a better word. Now, this is probably because she’s new to rp, and I totally respect the learning curve that comes with it. But the smp feels like it’s trending more towards shaping characters through half hour-long monologues and extensive backstories rather than characters organically developing through dialogue and choices, which was the strength of the smp in the first place.

With stuff like Techno’s voices, it came so out of nowhere when it wasn’t mentioned at all in season one as a logical explanation for his behavior at the festival. It would have been much more compelling, imo, to have him just slowly reveal he struggles with controlling his emotions and lashing out based on them. A scene where he accidentally hurts Phil or Ranboo when angered, then obviously feeling guilty, would have been way more compelling and organic than: “by the way, I have voices in my head that demand blood”, and never actually having that appear in the narrative in a meaningful way.

Again, Niki just said on stream that her and Puffy were no longer speaking due to conflicting ideologies, that she feels completely isolated and alone. Once again, her character would have flowed much more smoothly if we had been shown these interactions, rather than getting them revealed in exposition. One stream ago, she was happy go lucky ready to kill Tommy with Jack, and it was a jarring transition.

Not to mention, the elaborate backstories as a way to deliver character development rather than building relationships and a role in the current smp.

I still really enjoy these streams (I liked portions of Ranboo reacting to Tommy’s death even if an hour long monologue was taxing to watch), and understand that it can be a big time commitment to show development rather than just explain it. However, I still really hope the smp doesn’t head further down the trend of character-based narrative, because I truly believe one of season one’s strengths was the lack of backstory and exposition. The characters were solely defined by the actions they took and the relationships they formed, which was honestly refreshing.

#dsmp #meta #analysis #critical #negative #wilbur soot #long post

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flirting-with-psychology · 4 years ago

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[yoliebloop]

Hey bitch, What’s your fucking name? Star, bitch

what color are your nails? They’re not painted

last time you got some ass? A couple weeks ago

do your parents like your style/music choices? My mom likes my music for the most part, and I think they both like my style

ever been verbally abused? No

ever been in a fight? why? Not a physical one

do you believe in God? No

describe your looks? Brown hair, white, glasses, brown eyes, a little above average height, a little overweight, big nose

in 4 words describe your day. My dad's birthday today

when did you last break down? Last night did you take mirror pictures a lot? Not a ton

what do you do before you sleep? Brush teeth

what time do you fall asleep on school nights? I’m done with school but it was like probably 1 or 2 am

one season forever - which one? Fall.

do you use hair products? Just shampoo, conditioner, and detangling spray.

what’s the worst thing about your school? The film program was disappointing

what food do you always have in your house? Eggs

last time you showered? Today

ever seen your parents make out? Maybe when I was little

who was your first kiss? A guy in band

what’s your dream height and weight? I like my height but I wish my legs were more proportional so I wouldn't have to buy short pants or hem them. I'd like to weigh like 30 pounds less

do you put your hair up a lot or down? About half and half

most of the time do you straighten or curl your hair? Neither, but I straightened it when it was short, and I curl it for special events

what do you do when your house loses power? Wait like 10 minutes

what piercing do you hate? I don't really like lip piercings were you raised in a religious house? No

do your parents get mad when your on the computer for hours? Not mad, but annoyed

what kind of iPod do you have? I had an ipod nano

have you ever been asked for a nude picture? Yes

what’s your favorite thing about your crush/bf/gf? His sense of humor

what’s the worst thing? He lied at the beginning of the relationship so it's hard to really 100% trust him

ever been so scared you pissed? No

can you watch scary movies at night and not be scared? Not really

would you rather be held or kissed? can’t have both pick one! Held

do you use a watch or a cell phone? Phone

last reason you got your cell taken away? I don't think I've ever had it taken away. When I was in high school I had a flip phone and it was never what I got grounded from

When you cry is it usually hard to breathe? A little

what song can bring you down? There's a couple about growing up that kinda get me

On rainy days what are you mostly doing? The usual, or moping

Do you listen to sad music when your upset? Yes

Has anyone laughed in your face when your crying? No

If you get the chance to kill your enemy, would you? I don’t have an enemy

if your in a hurry how do you do your hair? Down or ponytail

Style?(classy,trashy,goth) Comfy, creative, or fancy

What’s your current dream job Something creative but steady that pays well (the goddamn unicorn of jobs apparently)

what song is always playing on your iPod/stereo? Taylor Swift or showtunes

when you cry can you speak clearly? No

What would you do if your parent hit you? Idk, probably tell my other parent

What’s your most common mood? Bored

what’s your grades in school/what were your grades? As in high school, As and Bs in college

do you like poems? Sometimes

do you quote lyrics on your status often? No

what band would you love to hang out with? Taylor Swift

who has your heart right now? My boyfriend

have you ever felt so hurt you can’t move? No

do you wear your jammies all day on weekends? No

take out the 2nd and 3rd letter of your name, how would it be spelled? Sr

would your rather never hear or never see?(just pick one) Hmm, never hear I think

Have you ever caught your ex cheating? No

ever see yourself going to jail? No does your family look down on you? Not really

last song you sang? Something Taylor Swift

do you know all the words to your top 3 favorite songs? Yes

when you lie to someone can you look at them in eyes? I don't really lie

do think Jerry Springer is fake? Idk

Megan Fox or Kat Von D? Idk who Kat Von D is

has the last person you kissed slept with more then 3 girls? No

ever been tested for any STD’s? Yes

what’s on your take of music these days? I know I sound like an old fart but I don't really like a lot of the popular music lately

do you make your bed? Kinda

what food item could you live off of? Pasta

how much money did you last spend? I think like $8

do you think its weird when girls change in front of their bf/gf? No

to do like Techno, Rock, or Rap remixes of songs? Sometimes rock are interesting

can you name one song by the Beatles? Yesterday

this Christmas, what do you want but cant have? To go back to normal

tongue ever hurt from eating to much sour candy? Yes

rather get Chinese or pizza delivered? Pizza

do you like cartoon or anime? I'm not really big on either, but cartoons if I have to pick

do you think anime porn is kind of creepy? Yes

are glasses hot to you? Depends on the guy. But they are not practical for kissing

what do/did you usually eat at school lunches? PB&J

get a new camera or new phone? New phone, it will have a camera in it

do your parents have time limits on phone calls? This must be old

what about when you have to be in bed? I am an adult

does short hair girls mean there a lezbo? No

would you change your eye color? Maybe, I think green is pretty

last person that saw you naked (can’t be yourself) My boyfriend

ever kissed someone half naked? Yes

is being sweaty nasty? Yes

do you wax, shave, or pluck your eyebrows? No

would you spend 5,000 for hairless armpits and legs forever? No

do you think its gay for male swimmers to shave there legs? No

can you talk about your flaws and not be embarrassed? Depends on how socially acceptable the flaw is

#survey

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donrouse · 5 years ago

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Tumbler needs some help with its corporate colours, according to my article published by TechDay News...

THE GROWING IMPORTANCE OF TRUE COLOURS IN TECHNOLOGY BUSINESSES

Don Rouse

When I was five years old, my father and I were together in a car crash, in a newly purchased car. I, survived unscathed. He, died after 24 hours in a coma and after repeated surgical operations to save his life.

As a way of grieving my dad’s tragic death, my mother wore black for more than 15 years after the accident.

As a result of growing up with a monochromatic parent, I have always been fascinated by colours - and their powers.

When I eventually became familiar with my first computer, despite my desire to master essential technology, I was totally underwhelmed by that dark screen with a ridiculous green, flashing little square.

Stunned by that techno-drama, I set aside my computing literacy until some visionary would come along and decide to do something about that unengaging, underachieving screen.

Then, like late buses, four of those minds turned up at once: Bill Gates, Paul Allen; Steve Jobs, Steve Wozniak. Luckily for me, I was still of school-learning age by then!

At last, long-sighted individuals were putting brighter or more colourful visions where their mouse was!

They all understood that, in addition to offering more commercially viable solutions for any business (Gates) and enhanced functions for personal development (Jobs), they needed to distance themselves from cavernous cathodes boxed into clinical ‘greige’ cubes and offer - alongside friendlier forms, formulas and wrapping - brighter (Gates) and elegant (Jobs) visuals too, in order to stimulate our future interaction with precious, innovative instruments.

As well as being grateful to them like the rest of humankind, I also like to speculate that the legendary Gates/Jobs rivalry perhaps stemmed from a chromatic dilemma: was it preferable and more appealing to use primary - and honorary primary - colours (Gates) on Microsoft BASIC or crisp white and raven black (Jobs) on MAC? I can see their respective psychological arguments there: Gates needed more colour on his screen, as he was based in often overcast and rainy Washington State, whilst Jobs could lean more towards boringly elegant silvers and neutrals, as he had plenty of lights from the spectrum in sunny Southern California!

Whatever the reasons for their falling out, I personally believe that this was the original milestone in the crucial use of colour into technology.

That shift from two-hues video processing to polychromatic video playing has made a world of difference, especially in changing the universal perception that technology resides in a sterile ‘metalness’ of frozen territories.

Let’s extend that same principle of ‘more coloured approach’ to cell phones. They have gone from being portable call centres to computers’ miniature siblings. Did they have a chance in heaven to be our best mates when they were just a leather-clad builder’s brick, weighing a ton on the wrist? Exactly. Within a few decades, they have become a flat, palm-friendly gallery hosting a plethora of colourful little gems that we delight in scrolling left, right and centre in front of our transfixed eyes. Sadly, most brands behind those little squares and circles seem to stop just at the first six colours on the chromatic scale, when designing their icons. Social media outlets are obsessed with shades of blues when they should consider instead subtler oranges (epitome of gregariousness, fun, and sharing); mobile phone networks flaunt bright reds when they ought to flash rich or textured yellows, a symbol of wit, brave disposition and vital energy. The only companies splashing more blues and greens - for their natural association with growth, evolution, experimental and pioneering spirit – should be financial institutions and banks.

All these paint-brushed arguments bring us to our main point: the choice of colours for the technology-based brands of the near and distant future. Let’s face it, EVERY company will have to be technology-based AND technology-experimental, in the foreseeable future.

Colours ignite some of our strongest emotional links, even more than scent and language. A poem learned in primary school might fade in time, but the colour of our favourite toy will stay with us forever.

All companies, old and new, will have to face sooner or later the importance of choosing their True Colours, if they wish to impress themselves in our Collective Emotional Memory, in order to create our Individual Expressive Memory - therefore loyalty to them.

Paradoxically but understandably, the more technologically advanced we become, the more emotionally we connect with brands. The ease and speed in mobile communications have created alienation and competition since everybody wishes to be original, popular and ‘liked’, by a blue hand or a purple heart.

In an ever-expanding narcissistic global society, we should expect more and more brands making a bigger effort in conquering the human, emotional, and colourful side of communication, to promote engagement and LATER create a commercial co-operation.

Right now, we are witnessing more and more branding in white (once again, a narcissistic trait, due to its apparent purity but with colour-filtering properties), black (arcane sophistication but also inclusion – of most other colours) and orange (gathering effect, need for fun). Is it any wonder that the most successful, digitally inspired brand in recent years, Amazon, features all three of those colours?

In a pan-business, pan-reaching world, it will be essential to be fluent in the language of colours, if we all wish to connect deeply and efficiently to our users, followers and finally clients.

Don, Owner, PANDORHEI

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sawdustandgin · 7 years ago

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I want to give one more track from this spring’s MTWAT compilation the spotlight, and that is “Oh Boi” from Morelia. Follow the beat of this mystical energy, and pick up the whole compilation on Bandcamp.

#Morelia #Oh Boi #music #new music #MTWAT #My Techno Weighs a Ton #Weight Loss 2018 #2018 Weight Loss #techno #house #electronic #deep house

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sburbian-sage · 6 years ago

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BIG SMASHY

The alchemy system allow for a frankly dummy number of different weapons and types of weapons. And oddly enough, there is an unusual trend in what weapons players designate as their “main”. The first trend is that they ignore the stats in sheer favour of how it looks (even though you could potentially alchemize the pretty one with the good one to get the best of both worlds, it just takes some time). The second trend is that a lot of people make them

BIG.

Obligatory demographics aside, most Breath, Might, Dust, Space, and a fair few Blood and Rage players will just make their weapons as big as inhumanly possible and just lug those bastards around. But just as many other players with Aspects like Light or such will turn their chair around, sit down, and say “hey, i want to be a big slammy bitch too, but I don’t know how to make something that big, nor how i can even lift it. the fuck?”. To which turn my chair the correct way and say “please read my blog even though my last post was in 2018″.

STEP 1: SHITLOAD OF GRIST. You cannot reasonably expect to make anything huge unless you put more into it. This is literally Alchemy, you need to respect that equal exchange. If you’re grinding for Grist, then good. If you have measly numbers, then I regret to resort to that tired stock response you see on the replayernet, but

INSTALL GRISTTORRENT YOU NUMPTY

STEP 2: EMBRACE SPECIBUS: Obvious, but think about what weapon you use. Big hammers are a given. Big swords? Anime. Big knives are a bit weird but probably no more unusual than big swords. Big brass knuckles are dumb though, big ranged weapons is a bit ridiculous, and big Fistkind is as hilarious as it is not going to work. It’s probably no big deal though, whoever fought the first Imp will get a garunteed specibus they might loan to you, you can always ask the Thief/Rogue to nab one, and some quests even give you a specibus.

STEP 3: THE CONFIGURATION PART: With Grist and weapon in hand, we need a way to make it bigger. This requires either odd Alchemizing, or fussing with the Alchemiter itself. For the first part, just get your desired weapon and a slightly bigger object, and keep going at it with the “||” function until it grows. This is hard, and expensive though. So get out those Jumper Block Extensions, Punch Card Shunts, and mod. With an Enlarger (or microscope lens), you can adjust the size (and price).

Or just use a Space Player, you always have one of those.

Make it as big as desired, and...

STEP 4: THE FUN PART:

STEP 5: HINDSIGHT IS 0/0: Now that your weapon is huge, you need a way to lift it. If you made it bigger than your Mangrit (or woMangrit) can handle, then that’s bad. But not unfixable. One solution is to use the Enlarger to shrink it (if Enlargers can do that. if not, then use a Reducer), or a Space Player.

OR IF YOU’RE NOT A WIMP, boost your Mangrit. The first method is by levelling up. The second is doing quests that give you stat-boosting trinkets. The third is game-breaking (NOT RECOMMENDED), and the fourth is making stat-boosting items. This is VERY HARD just by boosting your base Mangrit, although some items boost your “strength” without actually boosting Mangrit. Like, techno-gloves that let you lift more. Basically, either Get Gud or get your resident super scientist/wizard/alchemy pro to make strength gloves or something.

STEP 6 I really don’t need to tell you what to do, go ape shit.

EXAMPLES OF PLAYERS WHO EMBRACED THE BIG

A Hero of Blood, and a humungous weeb, who was a fan of Berserk, Bleach, and Inuyasha, among others. He had replicas of the Dragon Slayer, Zangetsu Shikai, Tessaiga, and an actual sword, and combined them into a horrible monstrosity that weighed just under 1 ton, was 4ft wide, and 4 meters long.

Some stronger guy who probably followed A Certain Warrior-Themed Blog who used brassknuckskind but desired more. Despite my above warning, he made a bigger knuckle duster and, instead of punching with it, used it like an inconvenient bat.

A STRONGER INDIGOBLOOD WHO, DURING THE BATTLE WITH THE BLACK KING, STRONGJUMPED TO HER LAND, JUMPED TO ANOTHER PERSON’S LAND, JUMPED BACK TO HER PLANET, BUT THIS TIME KICKING. The planet careened into the Black King, and wiped him out along with half of the Battlefield. When asked why she didn’t warn anyone, and why she didn’t just attack normally, she stood straight up (despite being crushed and impaled) and gave a long, rambling speech about strength of heart that had little to do with the situation at hand.

#replay value au #sburb

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underimagines · 6 years ago

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fear & self-loathing

2.5k One-Shot: US!Napstaton/Reader for @bigfanofpuns!

Summary: All at once, the truth comes flooding out.

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It all happened so fast.

One minute, you were watching your boyfriend leap around the stage, swaying to the beat of his own music and urging the audience to clap along with him. The crowd was roaring, the lights were flashing, and everyone was having a damn good time. You were right there with them, craning over the bars of the front gate in a fruitless attempt to catch his eye.

Sure, you were just another body dancing in the VIP section, but you couldn’t help but dream. Maybe he’d wink or pull you on stage like they did in those cheesy teen-pop romantic comedies.

“And baby, it’s an ooky-spooky beat—"

Of course, he never did, but it didn’t bother you all that much. You were just happy to watch him enjoy himself.

“So sweet, they call me Mr. Trick-or-Treat—"

Then, like a flip switched, everything crashed.

“And it—"

His robotic voice dropped into a tinny warble. The words seemed to melt on his tongue, weighing him down. In a flash, he’d gone from bouncing on his heels and crooning like a techno style Michael Bublé, to dropping to his knees in the middle of the stage.

Everyone thought it was part of the show at first. But you felt something in the air change. When the camera moved to broadcast his panicked expression on the big screen that hung at the back of the stage, more people started to catch on.

His jaw fell open, the tune tore away with a frantic static sound.

The music stopped just as Napstaton toppled forward. You caught a brief glimpse of his eyes rolling back just before he hit the floor face-first.

Someone screamed, and the crowd exploded.

Suddenly people were shoving past you, throwing their bodies in a desperate attempt to…you weren’t sure. To get away? To try and help him?

All you could do was hang onto the gate and watch as a couple of security guards dragged your boyfriend’s unconscious body off the stage. You knew there was no way he could hear you over the crowd, or if he could hear at all, but it didn’t stop you from screaming his name.

“NAPSTATON!”

And that’s when you climbed onto the stage and tore off after him.

The guards tried to stop you, but you burst past them, throwing yourself down the corridor. Only one thing was at the forefront of your mind—you had to find Napstaton, and make sure he was okay! You had to know what had happened, to you had to make sure he’d be alright.

There was so much noise. Screaming, the thrum of your pulse in your ears, the sound of your own ragged breaths. The edges of your vision went foggy, leaving only the outline of his metal foot being dragged around the corner of a doorway for you to focus on.

With a last burst of adrenaline, you rammed your body through the door, knocking back the Monster who’d been trying to close it. The others leaning over your boyfriend’s body jumped into action. One of them reached for a gun, the other for a walkie-talkie.

Between them, Napstaton lay sprawled over a couch, his limbs hanging limply over the sides. His eyes were solid black. The only sign that he was still alive, or at least partially so, was the frantic, loud beeping that emanated from his open chest cavity. Something glowed from inside it, weakly.

“Napstaton!” You lunged, only to be caught by the closest guard. He couldn’t hear you, but you didn’t care. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, holding you just out of reach. Still, you wriggled and kicked and shrieked, arms stretched outwards.

You wanted him to sit up and tell you that he was okay. To hold you close as you sobbed and wailed, to remind you that everything was gonna be alright. But he didn’t.

He just laid there.

Undyne came barreling through the doorway just seconds after you had. Her teeth were bared in a vicious snarl. “Get out of the way!”

Immediately, the guards stepped back. The one holding you took a step off to the side, dragging you with him. Undyne didn’t even glance at you as she rushed forward, leaning frantically over his open chest cavity. She stared down at something for a moment, before her entire body sagged, relief flooding across her face.

“Oh, Napsta.” She sighed. “You dummy. I told you not to push yourself so hard—you should have just told me!”

As she spoke, Undyne dipped her hands into Napstaton’s chest cavity. She lifted something out—a small glowing white ball of energy. It looked like a Monster’s soul, but there was something different about it.

Slowly, the ball unfurled, stretching out until it finally took the form of a little ghost, floating just above the scientist’s palms. Wide white eye-lights bounced around in dark sockets, hazy with exhaustion. It kept its head perpetually bowed. When it spoke, it spoke with your boyfriend’s voice.

“I’m so sorry,” the ghost mumbled. “I thought I could go a little longer—but I messed up, and now everything’s ruined.”

“No, shh.” She comforted it, stroking the top of its rounded head with one clawed hand. “Things are gonna be fine, Blooky. You just need some rest, I’ll work on recharging your body and making sure there’s no damage. But next time something like this happens, you need to tell me! I won’t always be there to save you at the last second, y’know?”

“Yeah…I—”

It stopped then, eyes landing on you. The ghost’s tiny mouth snapped shut. Undyne followed its gaze, fear flickering through her eyes as took you in, slumped in the guard’s arms and jaw hanging open.

“Ohmygod,” She whispered in a mortified voice, “How long have you been standing there?”

You didn’t even have to say anything, because it was obvious that she already knew.

“Oh boy. Okay, so, don’t freak out!” Undyne turned, holding her hands out, palms up. “I can totally explain all of this, but first I’ve got to, uh—”

“No.” Napstaton—Napsta, whatever his name was, shook his head. “I’ll handle it.”

“Are you sure?” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, wringing her hands.

“Yeah…” He let out a long, dramatic exhale. “You go ahead and work on fixing me up. I’ll talk with them. Can you give us a minute alone?”

That was all it took. The guard who’d been holding you back released you. You rubbed at your sore arms as they filed out of the room. Undyne gave you one last withering look, before she bent over your boyfriend’s empty body.

The creature that was your boyfriend, or spoke with his voice, at least, offered you a tiny smile. “Um, let’s go somewhere more private.”

All you could find yourself doing was nodding, body acting on autopilot, as you silently followed the ghost out of the room that held his body, and down the empty corridor.

After making sure you were alone, Napsta reached out a tiny, nub-like hand and closed the door behind you. He smiled again when he turned back to you, though it was obviously strained.

“So…uh…surprise?”

“What.” It was the only thing you could manage out.

“Uh, so I’m sure you have, like, a ton of questions.”

“Napstaton…” You breathed.

“I promise I’m okay, but it’s a long story!”

“You…” Your brows narrowed.

“But first I have to say, you can’t tell anyone else about this! Please, babe.”

That word snapped you out of your haze. It really was Napstaton, wearing the body of a little ghost with sad eyes and a scared smile.

You swayed on your feet and he rushed to catch you, helping direct you back towards the nearest chair. “Whoa! Careful!”

Nodding weakly, you looked up at him. This was all still so surreal. It’d happened so fast, and you were having a hard time keeping up with it all. “Talk…please.”

“Yeah! No problemo, okay. So, I should probably start at the beginning…”

He told you everything. How he’d met Undyne in the Underground, over a Human “History” Appreciation Group. How she’d offered to make him a body that fit his wildest dreams, in return for impressing the Queen. That he’d taken up the name of Napstaton, and became a big-time star, doing everything from running a baking show to putting on one-man performances.

And, mostly importantly, that his name was Napstablook.

“Napstablook,” you tested it slowly, rolling the word around on your tongue. It clicked. “Happstablook! Ohmygod.”

“Y-Yeah,” he admitted with a chuckle. “They’re my cousin.”

“How did I not see this?” Hands pressed over your face, you let out a long, deep groan. “It all makes so much sense now.”

“Don’t feel too bad!” Napstablook urged, rubbing your shoulder with a tiny ghostly hand. “We managed to fool pretty much everyone in the Underground, so you’re not alone.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” It sounded so whiny, but you couldn’t help it. “D-Did you just think that this wasn’t important enough? That I wouldn’t find out?”

“No!” He shook his head frantically. “I just…I wanted to wait until the right time—”

“Right time?” You gawked, eyes bugging with disbelief. “When was the right time going to be, Napstaton? Blook! Whatever!!”

“I…I…” He stammered.

“Or were you just going to keep putting it off, hoping that I’d never find out? This—this isn’t something you should have hidden from me! Do you know how that makes me feel, knowing that something this big in your life—you didn’t feel like you tell me about it?”

You were practically yelling now. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. God, you were so fucking pissed. And sad. You felt betrayed, somehow.

All Napstablook did was look to the ground. He looked ready to cry himself. “I’m sorry…”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it!” God, shut up, shut up! You were just making things worse. But the words kept coming, and your anger kept flaring, like a crackling fire. “How am I supposed to take this? I found out one of your biggest secrets because you almost died—you passed out on stage, Napstaton! Is that what it’s going to take for you to trust me? Constantly putting ourselves in life-threatening situations just for the excuse to—to talk like a couple of adults???”

“I don’t know…” Now he was crying. His body shook with the sobs. “I don’t know, alright! I tried—you have no idea how many times I tried to tell you, but I was just…scared, alright? I could hardly talk to Happsta about it—they were so mad at me. It took me weeks to get them to even let me in the door. I didn’t want…I can’t lose you…I can’t stand the thought of you…hating me.”

“You think I’d hate you?” You laughed through the tears, “For what? Needing help? Being different?”

“For lying!” He snapped back. “I lied to everyone. You, my fans, my family—I don’t deserve any of you!”

His body sank down. You followed him, folding onto your knees. Napstablook hovered between your arms, his big, wide eyes pouring with tears. They burned when they hit your skin, and you remembered the first time Napstaton had ever cried in front of you. He’d tried to pull away then too. Now you knew why.

But just like then, you didn’t let him go.

You wrapped your arms around his tiny, soft body. It was like hugging a pillow, and he sank back into you reflexively.

“Napstablook, you listen to me.” Your voice still shook, but you forced yourself to keep talking anyway. “I love you. I could never hate you for something that you can’t control. Just because you’ve got a different body, or you lied, or you were scared. I don’t hate you for any of that. I’m sad, because I want you to trust me.”

“I do…” He whispered against your shoulder. “I trust you, I promise. I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be.” You stroked his head, like Undyne had done before. “Let’s just talk.”

“I’m sorry we had to rush into this.”

“I know.” You hummed.

“I wish I told you sooner.”

“Better late than never.” You leaned your head against the curve of his own. He took a deep, shuddering breath, then sighed. “At least now I know.”

Slowly, you felt his hands move up to return the hug. “Are you going to leave me?”

The question was so ridiculous that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Loverboy, you’ve got to be kidding yourself if you think this is enough to make me leave you. You’re gonna have to try harder than that if you want to shake me.”

Now it was his turn to laugh. It was a soft, tearful one. “The only thing I want is you.”

The words sent a fluttery, warm sensation through you. You could practically feel yourself glowing with happiness. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah…but I’m your dork?” It was a question, gently prying for assurance.

You gave it to him, no problem. “You’re my dork for life.”

Finally, you unwound yourselves, moving from the floor to the couch. You laid on your back, cuddling the tiny form draped over your abdomen. It was so weird, being the big spoon this time around. But it wasn’t that bad. Not with the tingly warmth that his ghostly body filled you with, or the hypnotic hum of his voice floating through the air.

He was singing, and this voice was both so different and so alike. Passionate, content, but nervous and soft. It trembled as much as he did, and each time you’d just hold him close until he stopped.

“I bet Undyne’s gonna wonder where we are.” You giggled.

Napstablook just hummed again, nuzzling into your chest with a content sigh. “She can come find us when she’s done. Let’s stay like this for a little longer…okay?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He shivered when you leaned down, brushing a kiss over the dome of his head. It was like kissing the layer of static that gathered over your dusty television screen. Only much cuter.

“Can I ask…one more question?”

“Of course.” The ghost shifted gently, turning his head up to meet your curious gaze.

“Sometimes I have to…y’know, so Undyne can work on my body. Do you think I could…?”

“Napsta, look me in the eye and finish that question.”

“I…okay! Okay, I get it.” He smiled again, reaching up to place a tiny nub-hand against your pursed lips. “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way.”

“It’s okay,” You parroted, “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Yeah…” Napstablook laid his head back down. You stroked his ghostly cheek, smiling as his eyes slowly drooped closed. “I think I’ll be alright from now on.”

You kissed him again. “You can count on that.”

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