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Depths in Despair; Megalosomnia

Deep Down Deep Part 2/2

Things don't pan out for the Good doctor the way he had hoped. And under a mountain of work, it's no wonder a Slate fell by the wayside.

Fun is what he would have had…. Had he the chance to. 

Not long after she succumbed to his control, he brought her back to the lab and got her initially checked in. He took a few spare moments to check over her memories… Merely out of curiosity, to determine how long she evaded him.  And found that what was going on in her head was far more concerning than he initially thought. If the voices that spoke to her weren’t signs something was off about this woman, her memories certainly would have told him. It was as if swiss cheese had a love child with patchwork. Many memories of things that he’d not believe were he not able to observe them in her mind. And so, so many significant gaps. Troublingly so. Memories of her life on the surface were rare, and far more frequent were memories that… Held familiar faces, and yet so foreign. Even those were addled with holes and gaps. It seemed that Sonia hadn’t been underground long, and her time wandering through it before meeting him was the most clear any of her memories were. 

He’d dealt with subjects that had portions of their life locked away in their memories, as a result of traumas they had endured in life. It was always a case of finding what helped pull them forward, finding a key to that lock. This…? There were no locks to hide memories, there were no closed doors to memories too harsh to remember. 

Just complete sizable absences and gaping holes where memories should have been. Nothing to tether one memory to another. As perplexing as it was to analyze and assess, he was interrupted by Alphys. 

Something else demanded his attention more, which required he leave the new human to Cecilia to process further. Cecilia could handle it, after all. The blasted CORE. Another failure in sector B28-21. Always sector B28… If it wasn’t one problem there, it was another. 

Of course, being part of the CORE that distorted atoms to radiate ambient magic throughout the underground? Made it one of the primary necessities to keep running.

If so much as one sector went down, it could throw the whole CORE out of balance and cause a catastrophic meltdown. If it wasn’t such a boon to have in the first place, he’d happily track down the person who designed it, and throttle them.

If anyone even remembered WHO designed the thing… 

His last foray of frustrations towards the CORE’s creator, and desire to seek them out? Left him without any answers, and a week worth of time wasted for it.

Still, he wasted no time…

– … Because there was never any time to waste. Once the CORE was sorted out, which took him four days to narrow down and solve, due to juggling what other pressing issues he was presented with, there was another issue.

And another after that.

And another after that.

Resources distribution. 

Five hours, two cups of coffee. One tasting flavorful and robust, the second tasting quite obviously as though the assistant who brought it to him reheated it in the microwave. He’d have words for them later.

Tracking movements and changes in the underground. 

Two more births in Snowdin, fortunate news. A Falling Down in Waterfall, another lost to dwindling HoPe. Three moving from Hotland to Capitol. 

Seven hours, six cups of coffee. 

The first tasted so weak that Baggs questioned if he was drinking water and not coffee. The following three were of more serviceable quality. The remaining two tasted like tar, and were it not an invigorating tar, he’d have refused it. And Baggs made the decision that Casey was no longer allowed to bring him coffee after discovering he was responsible for preparing the last two. Bright as the man might be, he’s better suited to helping study the barrier than preparing coffee. 

Keeping systems in check, ensuring security detail is up to par. 

Two new humans were caught and transported to the lab. Cecilia reported that the two were significantly xenophobic, and hostile. Thus would be housed on Floor 18, Block 10. Block 10 was designated for more aggressive and dangerous humans, to be studied on how to rehabilitate or utilize even aggressive members of the species. 

Twelve hours (until interruption). Sixteen cups of coffee.

The first five, typical. With a far more bitter flavor at the fifth. Noted.

The sixth. It took him twenty minutes to try his first sip, so focused on his work that he hadn’t taken a sip until then. 

It felt like a heady jolt of energy flooded his body, the notes of the clearly fresh brew rising up, as if to sing to his senses. And the warmth as it melted into his magic thrived in his body, relaxing him far more than a cup of coffee typically did. 

He’d not seen who brought it, but he did make note of the sound of their walking. It did sound different from the usual assistants who brought him his coffee, but he didn’t think it important at the time. 

Perhaps one of the other scientists decided to brew him something nice. It couldn’t have been Alphys, as it had the lacking anxiety he could always taste in coffee prepared by her. 

No matter, the identity of the one who made this would be revealed in the next cup, he was certain. 

And disappointed with each proceeding cup brought to him over the hours. 

Seventh, from the same pot, but not prepared and delivered by the same hands as the one before. He could tell by the intentions that bled into the brew. The assistant who delivered it unintentionally let their emotions seep in and altered the feeling within the coffee he drank. 

Not the same. Not bad, but nowhere near as good as the prior mug. 

The assistant, a young whimsun monster named Fen, had panicked over his expression of disappointment… But, he reassured them and sent them on their way. The eighth, to the thirteenth, much the same. Decent, but disappointing by comparison. Fortunately a fresh pot was brewed by the tenth. 

Fourteenth cup of coffee, Baggs nearly spat it out. And demanded to know who prepared it, to find he was 13 minutes late to fuss at the one who concocted the nightmare that barely resembled coffee.

Fifteenth cup. Cecilia, It was fucking Cecilia. 

Not the one who brewed bliss in a mug, but the one who concocted terrors unknown into a coffee.

He had the good fortune to be done sending out a U-mail to ‘recommend’ a security plan for Waterfall, when the fresh cup was placed down, ready for him to take his first sip of it. And nearly spat it out again, placed the cup down roughly, and turned towards the offender. Reddish hair, tied in a bun, eye bags that rivaled his own hidden beneath reading glasses, and a look that held more contempt for humankind than any Monster was capable of. And she was human.Perhaps humans simply don’t know how to not brew a cup of coffee that tastes like every agitation in their present mind. 

“Cecilia, what is this supposed to be?” Perhaps his tone was far less reserved than usual, but he did imbibe something foul that masqueraded as coffee. The woman just looked at him flatly. Her response was equally as dead in tone as her gaze. “Coffee, sir.” She retorted, Baggs was no stranger to her sass. Usually it made days entertaining. 

Those days were not ones he was served bad coffee. “My dear, did you even try a cup of that? That is death in a mug.” Baggs fussed. 

Cecilia looked at the cup, and then at Baggs. Her expression was perplexed. He pried at her mind, to determine whether or not she realized she almost poisoned him. Only to find that she was genuinely confused. “... You mean that coffee isn’t supposed to taste like shit?” An exasperated sigh, and a shake of his head. “Cecilia, you are henceforth banned from preparing or bringing anyone coffee. That tastes so bitter, I’d dare not have another monster drink it, lest they dust on contact.” “Fine by me, sir.” Cecilia responded, before placing some papers on his already tall workload of information to analyze. “What is–” “The information regarding the new ones.” Cecilia sighed, before turning to walk away. 

Baggs gave pause for a moment. New… Ah, right. Humans. “Oh, uh. Sir? There’s been a mag-lock failure on Floor 17, Block 8.” Baggs sputtered, shooting the woman a glare. “And you thought to mention this in passing, why?!” he blurted out. 

Cecilia stared at him, before offering a shrug. “The one contained there is a non-issue. She’s not going to cause anyone problems.” If he didn’t trust Cecilia’s judgment when it came to her fellow humans, he’d have far more words for her. 

But for her to make such a statement? Meant that the human contained in such a cell was likely terrified of her, and would make a whimsun look brave. 

“Ugh… I’ll send a U-mail to request immediate work on it.” Baggs scoffed. “Don’t you mean E-mail?” The red-head looked at him, with a sly smirk on her face. Baggs certainly didn’t have the time nor desire to get into this with her again. “You’re dismissed, Cecilia.” “Understood, sir.” Cecilia smirked, before she absconded. 

Likely to do her damn job and oversee Floor 16-18. And fortunately not to unleash terrors unbeknownst to monsterkind by trying to fix someone a drink. And it was imperative that he have that Mag-lock issue sorted out. Were a human to get out, and find a way out of the labs? It would be absolute chaos. 

–

With another 11 U-Mails sent out, two specifically to make demands regarding the mag-lock, and one to Asgore as an update on matters that he wanted to know about. Another cup was brought to Baggs. 

He had noted the click of heels upon the floor, and the cup being set down. With a heavy sigh, he took a drink of the fresh brew as the clicking of heels started again towards the door. The invigoration, the warmth– “WAIT!” Baggs nearly shot up as he called out… And spilled some of the blessed brew on himself in the process. He could mourn spilled bliss later. Barely catching a glimpse of the taller woman before casting his gaze downward at the spill on his labcoat in frustration. “M-Master!!” The clicks sped towards him, before the owner of them dropped to her knees. As a kerchief was very hastily applied by gentle hands to soak up as much of the spilled coffee. “Master, are you alright? Oh s-stars, you didn’t get burned, did you?? I’m so sorry…!” The woman’s voice was wrought with anxiety.

Stars, he should know her name, shouldn’t he? Especially with how wonderfully she addresses him… And perhaps stroked his ego just right.

“I– No, I’m fine. I merely wanted to–” Auburn brown hair, tied in a bun. Large glasses. Green eyes. Pale complexion.

“Sonia?” 

“I– Y-Yes master?” She halted her fretting over his wellbeing to look up at him. 

The human he brought in nearly a week ago. He didn’t immediately recognize her, she looked so different in formal attire. A white coat cinched tightly around her, accentuating her curves. A simple black pencil skirt, sheer pantyhose with black stockings on top. And a pair of white pumps.

Baggs found himself immediately remembering that he sorely needed to alleviate stress–

A rough clearing of his throat was necessary, business before pleasure, he reminded himself. 

He still had to thoroughly examine her and ensure she wasn’t a risk, by… Ensuring she was loyal, before she was permitted to walk around the labs. Baggs kept his tone gentle, remembering how skittish the woman was when he had first met. Given that he hadn’t had the chance to fully condition her, it’s entirely likely she’d be just as nervous. “Aehm… How, did you get out?” Baggs softly queried.

Sonia bit her lip, and looked away meekly. “Um… I… A-Asked very nicely…?” “Mmm hmm…” His tone was that of disbelief. She began fidgeting with her hands. “O-Okay so um… There was an issue with my door… It uh… Doesn’t close like everyone else's…” Ah, so this was the person who had been designated to that cell. With such a timid disposition, it’s no wonder Cecilia let it slide. “But..! It made it so I could actually help out, a-and help out Ms. Cecilia! She’s scary a-at first, but she’s a good person. She even helped me get new clothes on my second day here..!” Sonia explained, a warm smile on her face.

That solved that mystery. Did Cecilia dress her that way on purpose, just to fuck with him?

“I see… And the coffee?” Sonia lit up with excitement, he could feel it from her. “Oh! Yes! See um… E-Earlier in the day there was some fuss regarding the coffee maker making a weird noise.. So I thoroughly cleaned it, checked it to e-ensure that there was nothing loose or damaged… Aaaand brewed a fresh batch, to test it~! Suffice to say, problem solved!” She beamed with pride, satisfied with her small victory.

That sort of satisfaction and fulfillment certainly explains how that earlier cup wound up so potent. 

“A-and, well… Since I got to fix it, I… Wanted to deliver a cup specially for you…” Her voice shrunk so much, as she idly twirled a strand of her hair and averted her gaze. 

Oh. Oh.How curious.

“Well, I HAD meant this cup, but it is nice to know that you’re the one who brought me coffee earlier.”

“Oh… This time? um! Ms. Cecilia requested a fresh batch of coffee. Something about you b-being in an awful mood! So I… Well. I wanted to make sure I made the best cup I could, to… Well, bring a little sunshine into your day?” Sonia looked up at him, with such a gentle and hopeful look. 

“Well, then I personally shall–” It looked as though something clicked in her head, and the woman was back into an anxious rambling mess.  “M-Master, am I in trouble? I k-know I’m not supposed to be out b-but I only wanted to help– I m-mean it’s OKAY if I’m in trouble, I promise I can handle it if I need to be p-punished. I d-don’t mean to tell you what to do, but if I’ve personally upset you, I–” “Sonia.” “Y-Yes Master.” A simple word, and the human woman fell quiet, wincing her eyes shut as she lowered her head.

Baggs cleared his throat. “While you are not in trouble for this, there are questions I have regarding… Well…” Baggs trailed off. Where to even start? It was a significant security risk for a human he personally hadn’t cleared to be running around. Gentle or not. Furthermore, being permitted to bring him coffee that they could have theoretically and literally tainted is something that can’t be overlooked...

“Well… I suppose those questions are more for Cecilia…” Baggs mused out loud, frowning. 

“Then… What questions do you have for me, Master?” Sonia asked, tilting her head in confusion. The one that was confusing the moment she started talking to him. 

Her apparent loyalty. “I… You seem so… Eager to call me ‘Master’.. And yet I’ve not asked you to. It piqued my curiosity.” 

And Baggs would love to hear what manner of reasoning she would have for that. After all, he hadn’t really subjected her to the conditioning he’d need to for such loyalty to become second nature. 

Sonia blushed, before looking down. “... I felt it.” 

Baggs raised his browbone at the statement.

“When you silenced all those voices I… Felt it. Your magic… How it called to me. How it called for me to serve… To obey…” Sonia shivered a bit, her blush deepening. 

A wry smirk grew on his face. “And you… Didn’t even try to fight it~?” Sonia looked up at him, with a frustrated pout at his accusation. That was expected.

“After all the good you’ve done me?!”

Her words? Were not. Baggs was taken aback, looking upon the human woman before him. It was possible he looked like a whimsun caught doing, well… Anything, with the expression of sheer shock on his face. “Since the day I woke up, everything has been loud. Everything has been loud for as long as I can remember, for all I can remember…!” Her voice was filled with pain and confusion. “I can breathe, I can think without h-having to worry about being overwhelmed by all the things I’m hearing that make no sense, I can make my own thoughts about whatever I see, without hearing twenty different voices loudly arguing over what choices I make and what things I say…” Sonia carried on, before looking up at him. The tears prickling at her eyes were visible, but it did not make their presence any less surprising to him. 

“I’m thankful, Master. And I am happy to help you in any and every way I can. You’ve brought me something I never knew I needed. You brought me peace, Master. I only hope that I can even begin to return the favor.”

Baggs had conditioned many humans. His experiments required both willing and unwilling participants, and spanned many methods. All to further monsterkind’s safety and hopeful co-existence with mankind. 

Even Cecilia, who despised her own species, required conditioning to become loyal to him. So he would know that she wouldn’t, couldn’t betray him. To have a human kneel before him on their own full volition, after a mere few hours of his magic several days ago? He’d have never considered it. 

And yet, here one was.  

Something like this was… Simply put, too good to be true. 

And so he peered into her thoughts, there had to be some manner of plot something she was planning–

A memory. So close to the forefront, he could tell she was remembering it fondly.

-

An expanse of dark blues and blacks, splayed overhead, pricks and pins of white in the ceiling.

“... Y’know, before I met you, I… I always kinda took this for granted.”

Her voice, carrying on. Not echoed or reverberating in the room. 

Chirps of crickets abound in the grass around her.

Another voice, deeper in tone. Familiar.

“heh… well, you coulda fooled me. you never took our stars for granite.”

Those… Were… Stars??

“Well–” a pause, before she snorted, and giggled. “Nice~... Well, there’s nothing wrong with feeling sedimental about yours. I mean, a dazzling ceiling full of sparkling gems? Kinda rocks~.” 

“heh, not bad. but don’t be too rough on yourself. for you? a sight like this was just a stone’s throw for you to see.” the other voice responded.

Seems that Sonia and this other person had a sense of humor…

“Yeah, but you literally had to move– out of – a mountain to see this!” Sonia lightheartedly fussed. 

“heh… and you had to fall into a mountain to see things crystal clear.” the other voice responded. “Yeah… Well…” She trailed off. A somber note in her voice. “At this rate, it’s like Sisyphus for you to even enjoy this.” 

“... and it doesn’t stop being worth it. trust me, nothin’ peats this”

“Sans…?”

Wait… Had she known even back then that he’d be–

“yeah?”

Sonia looked over at the other person. A skeleton, with a blue hoodie, white t-shirt, and black basketball shorts laid lazily in the grass. His arms folded behind his head. 

What….?? That… That looked so much like him, before he…

Sonia stared at him, staying silent for a few moments. “... sheesh, was it that bad?” 

“... I promise you. No matter how many times you have to push that boulder back up…? You won’t ever have to do it alone again.”

“hey, now. don’t go promising things you might not be able to keep.” “I won’t promise you then… I’ll pumice you.” A look of surprise, before the both of them devolved into giggles. 

“oh man, that was so bad…” 

“Look, with a last name like ‘Slate’, you think I’d have to dig for rock jokes? I learned them real early.” 

“.... like ‘archeology’ early or?” An exasperated gasp, before she looked over at him. 

The skeleton started laughing. “Y.. You! I’m not that old!! I’m 27, going on 28! Not 27 going on 200!!” Sonia fussed. “you sure about that? how long have you been 27 going on 28?” He asked through laughs.

“You know that’s a loaded question! How am I supposed to keep track of how old I am if things keep RESETTING?” …!! She… Knew about that? Nevermind, she’s experienced that??

“heh, now you know why i took so long the first time you asked me, ‘sans, how old are you?’.” “Hmph!” Sonia fussed, before rolling over and pinning her hands on each side of the ground next to the skeleton’s head.

He… didn’t even flinch?

“oh, wouldja look at that. ‘view got even better.” the lazy smile tugged up more, as did his eyesockets. 

“If I’m ancient Egyptian artifacts, then you’re dinosaur bones, you dork!” Sonia huffed. “... like… cretaceous period or triassic period? the difference there is pretty jurassic.” he gave a wink. 

“... I mean it though… As long as I can be there for you? I will be. As long as I’m alive, you won’t have to face this eternal hell alone. I promise.” A firm sense of confidence and determination.

A soft sigh escaped the skeleton, as he looked up at her.

“... thank you, sonia… you… don’t know how much that means to me…”

“Master??”

“Master, are you alright???” -

“Master! Please, speak to me…!!”

Baggs gasped as he snapped back to reality. Stars, that memory was so vivid, it practically pulled him in… And left him with more questions than answers.

“Oh thank goodness. M-Master, you zoned out there for a moment… I was worried! D.. Did I offend you? Or… Oh stars, um… Listen, I… I don’t know what happened? B-But I’m here for you.” Sonia offered, her tears overflowing. 

When did his vision get so blurry?

Was he…. How was he going to explain that one? “I… You’re fine, my dear. I was… Simply moved to tears by your display of such… Such inspiring loyalty.” 

It wasn’t a complete lie.

“Oh… I.. Oh gosh, I… I didn’t think it was that special, but…” Sonia averted her gaze, shrinking a bit. “More special than you know…” Baggs gave pause, to compose himself. 

“Now, you are not in trouble. However, there are procedures for handling new humans, as I’m sure you’re aware. To ensure that you’re in good health, and that you’re properly documented as safe to roam.”

Sonia blushed a bit. “O-Oh! Gosh… I’m so sorry… I-It’s been awhile, and I didn’t mean to skip any sort of line… I’m sorry.” She looked sheepishly guilty. 

“No no, you’re fine. I’m the one who must conduct these procedures personally, and there were many things that came up of critical importance, and… Admittedly your processing fell by the wayside. But, rest assured. I’ll handle that as soon as I am able to.” Baggs explained, watching how her gaze fixed onto him as he spoke.

Fascinating. “Oh! So… I think I understand now. Thank you, Master. Shall I return to my cell and um… Remain there until further orders?” Sonia queried. He did need time to think about the new information he obtained from her. The surface… Somehow, someway, she had seen someone like him, with his name, on the surface… And they spoke of the RESETs…

“Yes, I think that would be perfect. Worry not, it won’t be much longer, pet.” 

The last word slipped so easily from his mouth, he furrowed his brow as he realized what he said by mistake.

But he did not miss the squeak she made, or how her lip quivered and her flush deepened at that single three letter word. 

Oh.

Well then. That explained her eagerness to call him such a title. “I… Y-Y-Yes, Master. I’ll be patient. I um, I hope you e-enjoy the coffee. I-If you ever need any when I’m able to roam, you n-need only say the words…” Sonia shakily stood up. With a coffee as resplendent as she prepares? Stars… The amount of work he could get done with ease… 

“Oh, rest assured. I won’t hesitate to call upon you if I’m in need of a cup.” The warm smile and light giggle that escaped her was like sunshine. “You are dismissed.” Baggs calmly waved his hand. A simple nod, and he could hear Sonia’s heels clicking with vigor. “Don’t run in those, you’ll break your ankles.” He swiftly chided.

“Y-Yes, Master!” 

And with that, his new pet– subject left. 

Baggs sighed, there was certainly going to be much to study with her, he could tell. He returned to his chair, to finish what information he needed to dispense with the remaining U-mails. As he took a sip of his coffee, feeling that warmth and invigoration flood his body, he pondered a whirlwind of new questions and information to mull over.

Frankly, he’d been quite lucky that it was her cell that had the mag-lock failure. Had it remained in tact, he might not be blessed with such a reprieve from the usual, much less comforted from the catastrophe that was Cecilia’s coffee. 

Upon consideration, added another question to the pile;

What sort of emotions did she feel when she made this coffee?

[rascals-forthememories]

Alex V. “Ajax” Johnson moodboard + random headcanons

🎸⋆➤Imagine him to be born in the early 80’s, ok 1988 which makes him a millennial of course, raised in very supportive but sassy asf parents, he could've been from the hood but he's too nice for hell. His momma is very good at coming up with insults, but she's got a very good voice, and dad is clever dude who knows life hacks n shi then they all moved to a citylife. He has to be a city boy...

🎸⋆➤He and Keegan were either childhood best friends bc they were neighbors, went to the same school, playing pranks and causing trouble but always having each other's backs. Their moms being friends is also a nice touch, maybe they even used to arrange play dates for them when they were younger.

🎸⋆➤Being a bit of a 90s video game nerd. Maybe he had a SNES and Genesis when he was a kid, and now as a teen he's moved on to the 360 or PlayStation. (challenging Jemima to random games or competitions, just to see who can be the more competitive) He might even have a Game Boy stashed away somewhere for all those late-night gaming sessions. He'd probably be the one to drag the others into retro gaming binges where they'd spend hours playing old school Mario or Zelda, until Merrick or Keegan finally puts a stop to it. Always trolling Keegan at Mariokartt, Ajax's goal isn't to win the race, his goal is to green shell Keegan in game.

🎸⋆➤Ajax as the 2nd bassist in the band, making it a duo with Keegan. Maybe they bonded over their mutual love for bass, spending hours practicing together and jamming out to their favourite songs. They could even have a friendly rivalry going on, trying to outdo each other during rehearsal and constantly one-upping each other's riffs and licks.

🎸⋆➤^And considering Ajax's "cheesy goofball" personality, I could see him always coming up with the cheesiest bass-related puns and jokes. Like when Keegan asks him to play a funky bass line, Ajax might respond with a cheesy line like "Oh, you want funk? I've got the funk, baby! I'll hit that note so hard, you'll hear it in your bones!" or "You want to make the bass sing? Well, I've got the perfect recipe - a pinch of slapping, a dash of popping, and a whole lot of attitude!"

🎸⋆➤Can beatbox decently but only to the point he can impress people who don't beatbox, not the crazy sounds. Hes just very good with rhythm and beat.

🎸⋆➤DEFINITELY be all over Keegan for having Jemíma, just picture him constantly teasing Keegan about her, saying things like "Hey, look who's got a pretty girl tagging along with him lately!" or "Hey, loverboy, can you spare a minute from your little date to focus on the music for once?" Maybe he'd even write a cheesy love song about Keegan and Jemima, just to get under Keegan's skin. "Love Ballad of the Bassists," anyone?

🎸⋆➤Ajax's bassist skills would pair with Keegan's - both of them are pretty damn good. But where Keegan is more technical and focused on precision and technical skill, Ajax would be wilder and more energetic, playing with raw energy and power.

🎸⋆➤Loves indie rock and the classic boy band sound of the Backstreet Boys. And the drummer covers are a great touch too! Maybe he stumbled across a video of a sick drum cover on YouTube one day and got hooked, spending hours watching and rewatching the performance and trying to mimic the insane beats. Now, he's a total drum cover enthusiast, always keeping an eye out for the latest and greatest covers on the internet. (Meanwhile, Merrick might roll his eyes at Ajax's love for drum covers, saying something like "Seriously, man? You're more obsessed with those drum covers than you are with actual music. But Ajax would just wave him off and say, "Hey, you're not the one playing the thunder-making instrument here)

🎸⋆➤Has a few other quirky habits and interests outside of music. Maybe a secret love for collecting vintage action figures or sports memorabilia, or a hidden talent for painting or drawing. A weird addiction to eating way too much chocolate or candy and strange obsession with collecting rare bands vinyl's like ''Yo check this out''. He’s also a bit of a wisecracker and loves to banter back and forth with his friends. Habit of accidentally dropping his bass during rehearsal and blaming it on the other guys, saying they spooked him or something.

[scarletsaphire]

29 Gray Ghost

29- Giggling While Kissing Send me a number and a ship and I'll write a scene!

Valerie sat behind the driver's wheel, stone faced. She needed to stay focus. If she let her attention stray from the road in front of her for even one moment, than everything would be over. She couldn't afford to give in.

Danny wasn't making it any easier. He was flopped over in the passenger seat, clutching his stomach and gasping for air. Sometimes he'd start to straighten, or he'd open his mouth to say something, only to start wheezing and double over again. It was incredibly distracting.

Not quite as distracting as the absolutely horrible music currently blasting from the speakers, but it was close.

Danny must have finally caught his breath, because he straightened in his seat. "Wait, wait I have another one!" he called over the music. "Why didn't the road apologize to the traffic cone?"

Valerie didn't bother trying to figure out the punch line. She'd given up that game by hour two. It was a miracle she lasted that long. "Why?"

"Because what pave said wasn't what pave meant!" Danny said, before devolving back into a mess of laughter and tears. "Get it? Pave meant? Pavement? Cause its- its a road?"

Valerie tried to keep the smile off of her face, she really did. If she smiled, then she would lose. But it was already hour three and three quarters of the road trip, and Danny had finally managed to wear her down. More from his own overzealous laughter than the absolutely terrible to sometimes alright puns he'd been saying the entire time. She couldn't keep the smile off her face.

Danny saw it immediately and threw his arms into the air, cheering. "Yes! I got you to crack! Pull this car over right now, it's my turn to drive!"

Valerie sighed, though it came out more as a chuckle. "If we crash and die in a horrible car accident I'm blaming you," she said as she pulled into the nearest parking lot.

"Aw, come on, I'm not that bad," Danny said. He unbuckled his seat belt, making his way around to the car to the driver's side. Valerie didn't bother to get out, just hopped over the console and into the passenger's seat.

"That's what your dad says too, and we both know what he's like," Valerie said, buckling herself in.

"I'm a better driver than my dad is," Danny said.

"Barely, which isn't saying much. I'm pretty sure that a rock rolling down hill has a better grasp of traffic laws than both of you combined."

Danny gasped dramatically. "You take that back?"

"Never," Valerie replied, sticking her tongue out at him.

"That's it. I was hoping I wouldn't need to use it, since you already cracked," Danny said.

"Oh yeah? Use what?" Valerie taunted.

"My secret weapon." Valerie realized that he hadn't buckled his seat belt yet when he leaned across the console. He was able to move freely, and she was trapped. Danny's hand covered the release button before she could reach it as she was struck with the dawning horror.

"You wouldn't," she whispered, looking into Danny's bright blue eyes, only inches away from her own.

Danny's mischievous smile was answer enough as his free hand snuck under her shirt and started tickling her. Now it was Valerie turn to double over with laughter.

"Take it back!" Danny said.

"Never!" Valerie gasped out between her giggles.

"Then I'm never going to stop!" Danny rebutted. He removed his other hand from the belt buckle, not that it would do Valerie any good. He'd managed to climb entirely into her lap, despite the somewhat cramped confines of the car seat.

She withheld for another minute under the relentless onslaught before finally conceding. "Fine!" she called out. "I take it back!"

Danny stopped tickling her, but didn't remove his hands. "And what do you take back?" he asked.

"You and your dad combined can beat a rock in a driving test," Valerie said.

"Ok, now say that you love me, and you'll be free to go."

"I'll do you one better," she said. She grabbed his wrists, moving them off of her stomach and to her sides, causing his head to lower towards hers. The kiss was messy; broken by the remainders of Valerie's giggle fit and Danny's own laughter. She'd only intended for it to be a quick thing. But the parking lot was empty, and every second that Valerie was kissing Danny was another one that she didn't have to be in the car with him behind the wheel.

It didn't matter too much if they were late anyway.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP I have been thoroughly wrecked by Yoongi. HIS VOICE? HIS CHARISMA??

My god. He's been your bias since debut?! You're strong woman. How did you do it?? One concert and I'm ready to bear kids for him. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

/gen

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Ask 2: I'm sorry!!! But look at this!!!! twitter com/sujimschim/status/1652517741226790913 looolll I think army's gonna be okay (pun intended lol) Sorry I think I'm having a post wlive high right now. lol Also did you hear about that insanely lucky army who got Yoongi video on their phone AND got to sit next to Jimin during the concert?! Like WOW. I'm amazed. Isn't that harder than the lottery?? lol Ok I'll really stop. Have a good night!!

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Ask 3: A TO THE G TO THE U TO THE STD

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Ask 4: Yoongi looks SO GOOD IN WHITE T WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAYYYYYYSSSSSS?!@#@!K?!@! THANK YOU JIMIN FOR SCOLDING YOOOONNNNGGGGIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

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Ask 5: I love how Yoongi sticks to his first iteration of Sorry for being cute choreo. That choreo is becoming a lore of its own. yoominforlife lol Also OMGGGG his concert haegeum performance is gonna be LIT. I personally really love the name of the song and all the word play that's hidden inside it

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Ask 6: i want to fuck yoongi till the paint peels off the walls i need to suck his thick fat cock clean empty, gobble his midas balls till i gag and after that read him my deontological critique of neitzche's assertion that god is dead. because god is well and truly alive and i just sucked his balls dry. i was lost and stupid in the wilderness of my ignorance of his divine hotness. i doubted your mind for your esteemed love for him. i was foolish but he has made me a believer. i want to be shoooshed by yoongi. then fuck him till he blacks out. consensually.

sorry. pls don't hate me bpp yoongi just drives me so fucking insane.

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Ask 7: D-Day tour setlist is INSANE. Banger after friggin baanger Bpp! Have you tried to rank Suga's songs before? All his solo songs too can you rank them Bpp?

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Hi Anon(s),

Anon in ask 2, your link. And yeah, that person was super lucky. 💜

I need to confess to y’all. I caved and got myself an earlier ticket. Usually, I buy my tickets for later in the tour to give myself time to calm down and adjust. I’d have spoiled the setlist for myself, listened to it ad infinitum till the lyrics were ingrained and my hormones were in equilibrium. But this time I couldn’t wait till the Cali dates, (still going). I had to see Yoongi tonight.

And Christ, I have ascended.

I know I will not be coherent, I’m already trying to self censor as I write , but I want to get this out here because many of you have sent me asks about him, some I know I can’t post ever, so I’m hoping someone else gets it whatever it is I’m tying to say.

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Yoongi is so beautiful.

Yoongi is a rock star, and I mean that in a literal sense. He makes rock music, thinks like a rock star, and sings like a rock star. His live renditions of Amygdala are the perfect example of this. Pairing screamo rock in the chorus with the guitar solos in the outro, everything about Yoongi's vision for that song is centered around liberation, a value that's inherent to a rock star.

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(Yes. That’s the objective correct answer.)

I laughed reading all your asks btw. (Anon in ask 6, I see you, I get you, and I don't judge you.) Ranking Agust D's songs is impossible for me. My personal taste is screamo rock and dirty trap or drill, I like songs with distinct percussion, lots of guitars, and/or distortion, voice cracks, autotune, etc. Artists like Nirvana, ONE OK ROCK, Kendrick Lamar, Twenty One Pilots, and Jimin give me bits and pieces of that sound, but no one in BTS knows how to scratch that itch for me better than Yoongi.

He’s just the right kind of insane to speak my language.

The duality that shimmers around Jimin like a mirage and is central to his magnetism, where you can’t be sure of who, what, exactly you’re looking at - man, woman, child, king, snake, panther, cat, metal, silk, fire, ice - all in one. That duality, lives in Yoongi’s music.

It’s elsewhere too, but it lives in his music. Even underneath all of that, he just makes some of the best music around.

That beat change at the end of Shadow? That's music tailor-made for me. Cypher Pt 3, AGUST D (the song), What Do You Think?, Trivia: Seesaw, the live performances of HUH?! and Amygdala are a revelation. All his music sounds perfectly made for me.

I honestly have no choice but to love him.

(I have no words when it comes to Yoongi.)

I won’t exactly rank his music here. I’ll discuss some of my favourites based on things like production, message, flow, feel, etc. Maybe.

Production

724148

This song is criminally underrated. I mean it's a crime more people aren't screaming from the rooftops about how crisp this track is. Listening to 724148 was the first time it really hit me how brilliant Yoongi is as a producer.

So Far Away ft Suran

You need to listen to this song on good speakers. It will change your life for the better. Do that, then come back here and tell me how you feel.

Burn It ft MAX

You know, when I heard the live performance of this song, I called a friend to help me re-calibrate my speakers. To recreate that feel. The production on the song is insane. Not to mention Yoongi's flow in the second verse.

Amygdala

The guitars are placed and layered perfectly. I love how forward the drums are in the mix. The autotune is one of my favourite things about it too. The entire song is perfect.

Daechwita

Am I the only person who hears the same static in the song intro that continues faintly in the foreground for the entirety of the song? As though you're entering a glitch. It's so sick. The main/central beat doesn't vary much, all the texture comes from Yoongi's adlibs. And he does an excellent job elevating it to something more.

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(It truly embarrasses me that I cannot allow myself to talk about him. He’s that… much.)

Flow / Delivery

You've all seen me go on and on about Jimin's vocals. About how much Jimin's voice is the catalyst for ecstasy when I listen to BTS's music. But Yoongi's voice affects me just as strongly, if not more, in a very different way.

I’m a sucker for the kitten. That insane high pitched thing he does drives me to the limits of my sanity. But he’s also a natural baritone. A nasty one at that. You can hear it in the music he makes. And that’s my kryptonite.

Have you listened to HUH?! Like, really listened to it? Do you hear his flow from 1:08 - 1:15?

Do you hear how disgusting this brat is?

Fuck.

Let’s just move on.

Some favourites where his flow, delivery, switch-ups, is frankly ridiculous:

Shadow

Burn It ft. MAX

AGUST D

HUH?! ft j-hope

Cypher Pt. 3

Aside, the instrumental of this track, along with Cypher Pt. 4, Dionysus trap remix, Danger MMA 2019 version, and We Are Bulletproof Eternal, is incredible.

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Feel

Honsool

Making a list based on pure vibes, Honsool has to show up. Yoongi captured the unmoored, untethered feeling of drifting through haze, distilled and crystalized into Honsool. Genius.

Give It To Me

What Do You Think?

HUH ft j-hope

Tony Montana ft. Jimin

I'm a sucker for the grit in their voices in this song. The live version specifically.

(He’s such a problem for me y’all…)

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Not to get into this, but he also does sweet, poppy songs too. Some faves being That That, Amygdala, People, Trivia: Seesaw…

He is a true artist.

And nothing is hotter than that.

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Message

I started writing this long paragraph about the themes in his music and stopped because I’ve really gone on long enough. I’m barely keeping it together here. I just saw him lose his mind with happiness at the ARMY who disguised her iPhone as a Samsung. That wide smile on his face is still replaying in my head. I’m happy he’s happy, because he’s made me so happy.

Anyway, some fave tracks I reach for, for their message:

5 - Strange ft RM

4 - UGH

3 - Snooze ft Ryuichi Sakamoto & Woosung

2 - Amygdala

1 - People

In a class of its own, I have to mention The Last. That song is a reckoning and wake up call. It's everything and I'm forever proud of Yoongi for making it.

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Have y’all imagined what the concert will be like in 2026? Have you really sat down to think about what it could look like? Because I have. And it looks like pure bliss. No matter what is happening in the world at that time, I must see BTS.

It’s a decision I made last June, but Yoongi on this tour has breathed fire into that desire. He’s made me want him, crave his sound, daydream of his music playing in my head…

If I could I would’ve sued this man already.

Anyway, Anon in ask 1, welcome to getting wrecked by Yoongi. He is layer upon delightful layer of loyal, creative, tortured beautiful genius hovering just on the edge of insanity. I’m hopeful that he completes his tour as planned, enlists as planned, serves as planned, and is discharged and back to BTS as planned.

In the meantime, I’ll fully enjoy the time he’s spending with us and the music he’s making for us. I’m happy y’all are joining me in this too. 💜

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 12: Bad Birthday Party

Turns out watching cartoons for hours on end that adds to your isolation isn't good for your mental health, I'm back now though, so hopefully I can get through two episodes today

Oh a legitimate slavery episode, and it's about Zarkon's birthday I think I remember this episode a bit just from the characters I'm seeing

Apparently the prince of the planet is related to Zarkon, I guess that makes sense with Lotor also not looking anything like his dad minus the skin tone There's also a Zarkon statue which I thought was a watch tower but alright, his narcissism knows no bounds

Did they stop trying to make the doomite soldiers into robots for censorship, this one dude feels too much like a person with how he's trying to hog the credit for being a slave driver

Oh smart kid, I didn't catch his name, but he stole a ship from a nearby landing strip while the guards were busy preparing for Zarkon's visit I wonder how they know about Voltron through, maybe one of the guards was careless and told them about him

He crashed in the castle moat, still alive somehow but good for him, he made it The team found his ass floating in the water, again I'm not sure how he got out, but yea ok I'll accept that

Once again are these soldiers robots or people because this guy is acting too smart for his characterization because he's blackmailing the prince so Zarkon doesn't find out they fucked up

Too late, Zarkon already knows lol

Lance knows cultures from other planets apparently, he was spot on from where the kid was from

I think Jai is his name? Anyway the team is debating on helping him because Arus would be defenseless, but Jai limped to the control room to yell at the team for having to even think about it Which worked because now they're on their way lol

Why did Lance suddenly try to punch Keith LMAO, maybe I'll see that reused in a later episode because I swear it happened under different circumstances

Did they try a new preamble for forming Voltron, that did not sound good at all It's nice to see that they form the big guy before any robeast though, they're getting smarter lol

"[the meteor shower] is just another rock concert" Keith you nerd

I'm sorry they BURIED 100 slaves into the sand only to let some soldiers take a wack at their heads with SWORDS?? That's fucked up

The first thing the team does is break the giant statue of Zarkon, good for them

Oooh double robeasts today, their name is Twin Devil Robeasts Beyel and Zebub I laughed when I saw the name, I'm a sucker for puns lol

I forget that both the blue and yellow lions can still move around and use their jaws as support when fighting as Voltron Allura and Hunk just fucking bit the robeasts to throw them off their rhythm

The fight was fun this time around, they tagged teamed the fuck out of Voltron but were eventually taken down together from above lol

Nimon (the planet) is free now but iirc we'll see them again later, also this episode gives me more fodder to throw at Coran when we get to the episode I both hate and love the most

The closing statement from Keith makes me MAD, you'll know why but hhh

[nogoawaytism]

The main problem most people have with Bumblebee is that Blake and Yang have not had proper communications about their experiences. I doubt RT was intentionally trying to make them toxic, but it sure feels that way. I'll make a brief list of their issues.

During the fall of Beacon, Yang literally loses a limb to save Blake. Blake then proceeds to run back home. Now, I don't have an issue with that, as I feel like anyone would need a break after such a traumatic experience, but Blake didn't even write Yang a letter. Blake KNOWS Yang has abandonment issues, so this felt very insensitive.

This was not resolved at all. Blake went to Haven in V5 to stop Adam's plan, and just so happened to run into her team. The jist of them reuniting is Yang and Blake.... just staring at each other? Sure, all four of them hug later, but it would be vital that Yang get to tell Blake just how much her leaving hurt. It's ok for our mains to mess up and be hurt, just acknowledge it pls.

The line in JelloApocolypse's video about Yang and Blake "not talking their way into being girlfriends" isn't wrong. I don't believe Blake and Yang fighting Adam was the best pairing (Hello? Weiss? Heiress to the company that enslaved Adam?). But anyway, taking a life for a heroic character is usually presented as a really big deal. The girls were in the right here because they were defending themselves. Sure, Blake breaks down after the fight, and the two of them mention it in V7, but that's it. This isn't just any character either, it's someone who meant a lot to Blake, and someone who became the way they were because they suffered so much and went down a dark path.

After this, we transition to the girls having that cutesy crush stage, even though they haven't had a serious discussion about the aforementioned events. Being infatuated isn't bad, but assassinating someone's preestablished character is. Suddenly, Yang is more worried about BLAKE's opinion of her in V8, despite the fact that Ruby is the one she had a conflict with.

Volume 9. Oh my god. First off, Yang loses her arm, and it's played off as a joke. Now, I'm not going to speak over disabled people, but that situation would be VERY distressing, it's her literal arm. Yet Blake is over here making puns about it. That's very insensitive considering how Blake is the reason Yang lost her arm, but we haven't addressed this. Second, the universe literally FORCES them to confess, which is the opposite of organic. Sure, they might have feelings, but also. Y'all destroyed an entire kingdom, lost a friend, are in some weird-ass wonderland, your sister/friend is obviously Not Doing Okay, and your other friends are stuck in some sandstorm hell with our villains in the lead. I think there should be some priorities here?? This confession scene is just them complimenting each other, on things that aren't entirely true. They don't really bring up their good character qualities, like Blake being a freedom fighter, or Yang being a rock for her sister and team. Third, they're so busy with NRE, they neglect Ruby the entire volume. You can be in a romantic relationship, AND you can prioritize your sister and friends. It's a part of being human. Fourth, Blake isn't a standalone character now. Her arc is over, and now she is literally holding on to Yang in every scene. Blake is a badass, she doesn't need to hide behind yang just because Ruby is upset. Both of these characters are strong and powerful fighters, yet Blake just clings to Yang like a stereotype.

So yeah, I don't wanna sound rude, but that's why I don't like them. Ship whatever makes you happy, but canon did not treat this pairing right. I'm tired.

why are yall like this?

like fr what is toxic about bumblebee?

to be clear: im a bees schnees fan. i like bumblebee and freezerburn. but would much rather them be in a threesome (obviously)

maybe ruby would get with emerald or jaune idk.

but wtf man. sapphic lovers are supposed to be in this TOGETHER

[bazzysnow]

So this is my first digital drawing. Feel free to let me know what you think, constructive criticism is welcome, hate is not =).

[its-warm-in-here]

All of the Vices (1/2)

A/N: just writing horny things about everyone's favorite magneto man. Nothing explicit yet. If this sparks interest, I'll post pt 2.

It was back.

Heisenberg could feel it settling in his bones and low in the pit of his gut. A forgine, animalistic urge. He wasn't very hard, yet, but if the growing arousal climbing up his spine was anything to go by, he'd need to find someone and soon. Karl wiped a hand across his face, sweat slicking his palm. Fuck. As if waking up in this hell hole wasn't bad enough. He'd gone though these before, a couple times a year usually, but that didn't make them any less of a pain.

This was all due to Mother Miranda's dabbling. Tampering with his biology, his very genetic code, in hopes of creating her perfect vessel. Too bad for her, he'd gone a bit Lycan-y. A bit rotten. Nothing that hindered his development, but enough to turn him into more of a freak, and marking him as unacceptable as a vessel. Sitting up was a chore, but with the inevitable rut coursing through him, Heisenberg nearly doubled over as a zing of arousal and pain zipped through him. He cupped his hands over his face and bit back a groan. It was simple enough to solve this, just head down to the village to one of his normal haunts and follow a bitch home. There were few in the village that would refuse a Lord and even fewer who he couldn't charm or intimidate into what he wanted.

Heisenberg threw on his coat and tattered hat, not bothering to change his undershirt or pants from the previous day, and made a beeline for the front door. The sooner he got his rocks off, the sooner he could be over this embarrassment and back in the sanctuary of his factory. He swept through the dark halls, ignoring the metallic whirring, and heavy clang of his creations and the rising of tension in his abdomen. His right hand would do him no good now, not with the feral hormones coursing through him threatening to marinate his brain. No, Karl needed a body. Someone alive and breathing. With a pretty mouth and needy breaths. His cock twitched at the thought. Something better than the sallow, starved population of the town.

Still, the village would have to provide.

He opened the front door, just in time of course. Outside of the chain link fence was a rusty, blue truck, the bed of it piled high with scrap metal and black, body sized bags honking its horn at the closed gate. Shit. It's not today, is it? Pushing the arousal dominating his mind to the side, he darts back into his work bench. There’s a red circle with ‘Delivery’ scribbled in the center marked on his calendar. For yesterday. God damnit. Late as it is, it’s not like he could go another month without that scrap, he was running low on supplies as it was. Karl slams a gloved fist down on the button for the gate and a loud ‘buzz’ sounds overhead before returning outside and waving them in. He would have to make this brief.

The blue ford backed up to the double doors and rumbled to a stop. You grinned at him through the window. Of course it was you. His little delivery gal. Maybe he didn't need a villager after all. A wolfish smile splits his face. You were far from the only one bringing him scrap, but you were by far the cutest. His gaze lingered as you climbed out to the pickup. All supple curves complimented by a leather jacket. Nothing like the emaciated population of the village.

"How's it going H?" You ask so nonchalantly it hurt. There's a clipboard tight in your grasp as you begin naming off the junk you've brought him. After he doesn't respond, you glance at him, eyes wide. “You feeling ok?”

Behind his layers, Heisenberg's flushed to his naval. "Fine, just a bit hot."

You scoffed at your own pun, and lowered the tailgate. "Like that's not common knowledge?" Your family had been dumping scrap here for years, but you were the first to catch his fancy. With that, you brushed past him, nudging his shoulder. Though it might be the hormones talking, all Karl knew in that moment was that you smelled positively divine.

You sat against the wheel well, looming him up and down with a clinical eye. "You look like shit."

"Feeling like it too." He laughs and adjusts the crotch of his pants. Keeping to small words, he begins floating the scrap into the workshop. With the villagers, he’d exercise some level of restraint, couldn't have them running their mouths about him. But you were familiar enough with his abilities and separated from the cult of Miranda that he didn't care. "You're late by the way."

You grimaced, "Yeah. Sorry about that. Bit of a mix up on our end. These bodies just got in yesterday and I couldn't let them rot in the fridge for another month."

"Uh-huh."

"Buuuut, I've got something to make it up to you!" You darted to the rear door, and shoved aside some tools. "I brought all the vices: beer, rum, weed, chocolate. I know how much you love those Cuban cigars, but I hope these aren't too bad." He barely notices when you put a cigar box into his hand; Heisenberg had been too busy eyeing your ass as you shifted through the junk in your back seat. “They're from Ecuador.”

"All of the vices, hm?" He muses, though his mind is on a far worse sin. How easy would it be to pin you down with the metal scrap you'd just delivered and split you in two on his cock. How sweet you'd sound as he broke you down and filled you with his-

"H?" You were suddenly close, too close, with a hand raising to the level of his eye. He caught your wrist. You always were so unprofessional. "I think you might be sick."

He scoff’s, shaking his head, and releases your arm. “Not any more than usual, doll.”

You frown, but lower your arm, “If you're sure.” You shift from foot to foot, still too close, “Do you want me to put these inside?” He could smell your perfume and something else. Were you nervous?

Heisenberg briefly pinches the bridge of his nose, raising his round glasses to his forehead for but a moment, trying to focus his thoughts, "Yeah, yeah. The workbench." With a curt nod, you gather up the few 'vices' and head into the factory.

Karl frowned. He had you right where he wanted. You couldn't have made this easier. Unknowingly serving yourself up on a silver platter.

After a moment, he followed

[bloodletterepicness]

Stormy nights...

Thunder roared overhead loud enough to vibrate to the bone, lightning reached out to all corners blazing in the night sky and the rain felt like jagged rocks pelting against my flesh. I observed it all, taking it in like fuel being added to an already explosive inferno. I fed off every tremble, my black gloved fingers flexed around my blade like a caress. There were two things that I could depend on, my brothers and the steal that I was presently holding.

I wasn’t on patrol but I couldn’t be inside either and yet the idea of being around others, was a hard fucking no. My adrenaline was on hyper drive and every one of my senses were riding high. I had the craving to spill a fuck load of black oily filth and no, I obviously had no fucking intention on taking backup with me. I mean come on, all I was really doing, was taking a night stroll through the city. It’s not my fault if I by chance run into some pale bastards and dispose of them...Hell, I’m just being a good Motherfucking samaritan.

The one thing that I hadn’t planned on, was Mother Nature being a bitch tonight. Before I had Dematted from the Pit, I checked all that standard shit and the night skies were clear. But I wasn’t pissed, my insides felt like a raging storm. Mother Nature and myself were of the same mind this evening.

My shitkickers stalked through the back alleyways. I was staying far away from pesky humans. Those fuckers are quite irritating. The rare times that I went out amongst them, they either wanted to shit themselves or run in stark fear that I might slice and dice them. The latter was always preferable but I refrained.

It was the hairs on the back of my neck that was my first warning then I inhaled and the second one came in sweetly scented. I had to tamp down on the surge that coursed through or else my diamond eyes would be shooting out lasers....Okay so maybe I enjoyed fighting more than the average brother. Don’t fucking judge.

I had a permanent smirk on my face and it was just enough lip action to reveal the lethal fangs that had punched further down.

“Looks like the village idiots are out and about...Yay for me.”

We all had our hobbies, I just got lucky as fuck that mine was beneficial to our people and at that moment, I hit the jackpot. There were three that filled up the opening of the alley, but I could feel so many more on the horizon.

I stopped, letting them come to me. What can I say, I like shit like that. You know, that whole control thing of mine. It was amusing to see the expressions on each of their faces. They were chalk full of confidence and positive this was their night. It pleased me much that I would be the being, to dispel them of all this good fortune.

My head cocked to the side a little, eyeing them as a whole and then it was the one an inch taller, standing center of the other two that spoke first. ‘We were looking for a party. I guess we found it.’ Dumb and dumber chimed in with their own very non fucking genuine puns, laughing and thinking they were the cat that got the canary. There was no amount of control that I had in me that could stop my icy eyes from rolling almost to the back of my skull and coming around again. They took my silence for fear and decided it was a good idea to advance on me all at once. Too bad for them, that everything about their minds were transparent to me and in a mere blink I dematted from their game of ring around the rosey and came to form right behind their spokesman. There was a collective gasp and then my blade slicing directly across his adams apple, added a more enjoyable sound of blood gargled groans and pleas. In that moment I became a top notched dancer and was light as fuck in my shitkickers as I moved in and out between the trio, cutting and stabbing. I took my time, playing with them, taking chunks of flesh or random parts. There was always that euphoria that came when my hand and arm became an extension of my blade, they moved as one, knowing exactly what to do. It felt like it went on for minutes but in actuality it was only seconds that it took for me to take three single jabs and my dagger found its true home, piercing the place where their hearts should have been. I was surrounded in a funnel of dust as each of them vanished in almost unison.

“Never did like the lungs full of lesser junk.”

Coughs out a few heavy breaths.

“Fuck…”

I moved away from the dying particles as I straightened my jacket, holstered my knife and for this next scene I had a desire to hear some beats. They were closing in, that sick scent mingled in my lungs with the vanishing remnants of the previous three. I slid the earbuds in and let the lyrics of ‘Papa Roach, Kick in the teeth’ blare into my ears.

‘We live in a cold dark world with venom in its fangs.

You can spit it in my face but I know I'll be OK, It's on the attack. It's a war, it's a game. A ball and chain chew my arm off to get away. Don't fight, or deny it, invite it 'cause when it feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it. Throw your stones and you won't see me break it. Say what you want, take your shots.

You’re setting me free with one more kick in the teeth…’

An unnaturally savage grin split my lips as the words soaked into my marrow and when the first two lesser flew at me out of nowhere, I was beyond ready...I craved the attack. I needed the fight. My leather encased hand came up, grabbing one fucker by the back of the head and rammed his skull into the grimy steel dumpster. The second I released him, I went in on the other dumb bastard that thought he had a chance when he advanced on me. I stretched my arm out, and way too easily caught him, closing my fingers around his throat, taking pure fucking pleasure in the few seconds that I allowed myself to watch his eyes widen and start to bulge as I increased pressure . Apparently that was enough time for the other pale fuck to get back on his feet and try for a rear attack. I almost fucking laughed as I heard the rush behind me and I gladly assisted in close lining him and only when he was not so happily lying near to his pale buddy, did I play out the lyrics that were presently screaming in my head ‘What doesn't kill me only,

Will make me stronger in my head. In my head.’ I reared my shitkicker back and let it come forward with all my force, kicking the lesser straight in the teeth until black oily blood splattered across my boot, ground and his face. It was fun to play with the two heads, alternating between them, just ramming my boot into the gaping hole that I was making in each of their faces. Call me a sick fuck, but I got hard as fucking cement as I watched their skulls turn into something unrecognizable and the bodies that were still barly connected to them, twitched and spasmed.

‘Damn, who pissed in your cheerios, Brother?’

My smirk grew by leaps and bounds when I saw Wrath come to form in front of me and I stopped and shrugged.

“You know what happens when I get bored...It’s not my fucking fault.”

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

Fallout 3:

Game, makes it very obvious that this isn't the way to go:

Me, a dumbass: I see I cant walk through here but those rocks look easy to scale

Game: you cannot go this way, please go back

Me: D:

Me, thinking to myself: I wonder if I would be able to survive this fall..

Charon: be careful

Me: I'm always careful ok, lord, asdfghjkl almost fucking died fuck

"I paid 2k caps for charon to protect me, but here I am... babysitting this ghoul, bcuz one shot and hes down, I gave him 19 stimpaks but does it help? NUUUH, he just HAVE to fight every fucking bug."

Charon: this place is not safe

Me: no shit/its the wasteland, nowhere is safe/you say this about my house too/you don't say

"Did I... did I really get stuck on some fucking rocks?!? Ok no fuck you, this, this is why I save constantly. Ok well no, I save constantly cuz charon is a weak bitch."

"You have the texture of 'fuck off' written all over yourself, and yet... my marker tells me to walk here"

"Oh wow, glitchy bushes... heh bush"

"Oooh, looks like they used pavement here... or is it the game's way of saying 'please stop scaling the walls, theres npc on this road', bcuz aiit"

"Oooh I see people, they're green, better holster my shishkebab... who named that weapon anyways?"

"Hello fellow humans, how are you doing?"

"Oh god... I remember this shit place, uuuggghhhhhhhhhhh... I dont WANNA talk to some old tree fuck ok? I played Ocarina of time, I dont need anymore tree creatures talking to me... except that one in dragon age origins, hes cool."

"Noooooo, I dont wanna help youuuuuu"

Some old tree munk dude: it's been a while since anyone visited us--

Me: what, I just grabbed this note from a scavenger? I thought..

Father birch, the bitch: he doesnt like waiting

Me: well the punk ass bitch can wait forever

"Omg one of the options are 'ha ha ha! What the hell are you wearing?' This game really gets us gamers, like, thank you. You put my actual thoughts into the game"

"I've said this before and I'll say it again, why does all the old people legit look like raisins?? Its like someone who's never seen an old person, draw one based on only what they've heard... wrinkles and tired"

"Tree father birch, tha bich"

"Treeminders? Me too, I mind the trees"

" 'We're His people', like I'm sorry, treeminders is a religion."

"Ok ok ok, so, they're named after trees... and my character is called Elm, bcuz it's a pun on my name... I swear if some weak ass bitch took my name imma burn this tree bitch down"

"I've been here less than a minute and I'm already lost"

"Oh my God... its Groot"

Old man birch: he is the one who grows--

Me: like most men in the morning

"I'm actively looking for someone named Elm"

tree fetish man: we keep him safe from those who wish to exploit him--

Me: I might, I think I did once in a bad playthrough...

Old raisin dude: we shun technology and--

Me: ah, you're amish, but fucking loco.

"Aiit so, i love this game, and you can see they're moving their lips to the words, they blink and move their eyes... they're like legit good.... but why are you a raisin, dude"

"Purification ceremony? Is it because I slept with Nova? It is, isnt it?"

Old man raisin: you drink the sap

Me: sounds like a specific kink, but with extra steps.

Nasty tree man: the sap will clear your mind and body

Me: unlike other fluidly things to drink from beings, those will give you poisoning

Birch the sap guy: I assure you, nothing bad will happen to you

Me: uhuh, that doesnt sound rape'y at all

"Can... can I sit in his chair? Imma sit in his chair. Nothing happened damnit"

Father of the sap people: please drink from the sap basin

Me: bitch, look at this! Its nasty nature soup. It looks like hermaeus mora soup

"Hey ho, let's go"

Game: the basin of purification is filled with some sort of thick, viscous sap.

Me: thanks, I hate it

"Woo my character is high"

"Does these people spawn here? Like make kids and shit?"

Father creep: soon you will pass peacefully into sleep outsider--

Me: imma stop you right there, excuse me???

"Oh cool, where am I now? Oh god, it feels like I'm on nuka shine"

"I'm lockpicking a door up that's called 'damp cave', and I won't even say the joke.... hehe vagina"

"Oh crap oh frick oh shit!! Mirelurks!! AAA KING"

"Ooo nuka quantum "

"Oooh! I didnt even see the creepy old tree dude, I was like where the fuck is he but lol, I walked past him ehehe... fuck hes creepy"

"The only time I've ever heard the word Mariposa is from my friend's nickname for her brother and also that one Barbie movie"

"Imagine your god calling you a weirdo"

"I'm not even gonna repeat that sentence, all I wanna say is that 'that's some fucked up porn shit fam' and let's leave it at that"

"Imma kill the tree dude, he wants this"

Old father raisin and his raisin wife, argue:

Me, stuck to listen: please let me move

The old raisin tree couple: yes let's ask the outsider

Me: please don't

Leaf mother: my husband is dumb, but lets spread our God's treeness into the wasteland

Me: jesus christ

Leaf mother: harold wanna save the world

Me: no he wanna fucking die, hes a millennial

"Old people don't look like this, she looks like her face is gonna slide off"

Charon: be careful

Me: CHARON WE'RE INSIDE A TREE

"I'm disappointed I have not found a single Elm"

"I see no Elm up here, but me"

"God, harold the tree is fucking horrifying... imma do what leaf mother thing"

"I swear to fucking god... charon just died AGAIN, no, you stay there I'll do this on my own, you walking suitcase"

"Mirelurk kings, or as I like to call them, sea voldemort"

"Fuck off voldemort"

"Ok either I'm remembering something different, or... oh wait shit, zelda fish, water, save the fish princess!!! Aaaa, I was like, damp nasty red place... probably tree. But no"

"So harold the tree god, said the last thing he remembered is that his buddy got knocked over and then he had a tree sapling on his head that talked to him... maybe? His friend??? Is the sapling???"

"Hehe, I let the tree man suffer forever"

"Saviour of oasis? Well, only cuz the tree dude really creeped me out tbh"

"Pff I got the 'poplar hood' and I thought it said popular"

"I FORGOT CHARON OH SHIT"

"Ok, nooow I can go and get gifts"

"Thank god I'm done with that place..."

[godess-of-the-void]

Numinetale Chapter 4

They group got the call from Mettaton that everything was ready at New Home Square. And before the Monsters blinked they were already there. Sans looked at VI who was still wearing her red punk outfit.

How much power does she have? I can't bring that many people through a 'shortcut', barely two others besides me! Yet she can bring this large group through one without breaking a sweat!

"Darlings! Over here!" Mettaton wheeled himself over to the group. "The stage is ready when you are! And may I say, love the puck rock look."

"Thank you Mettaton for your help. This will do quite nicely with braking the Barrier... The second time around." VI let out a sigh.

Mettaton patted the woman's shoulder, "Yes Everyone in New Home noticed that the Barrier was back. So how are we going to break it with a concert?"

"Mettaton! Mettaton!" VI wrapped her arm around the rectangular robot. "This is no ordinary concert. This is also a rematch between you and... Frisk!"

Frisk eyes lit up. They took out a pair of sunglasses out of their inventory and did a dramatic pose. They then snapped their fingers and asked for some MTT brand foods from Mettaton. You know, for ratings. Mettaton was happy to give the ambassador a Starfait and a Glamburger.

Toriel had a thoughtful look to her face. "This have something to do with SOULS growth, does it not?"

The woman giggled as she looked away from the young teen and gave the Monster Boss her full attention. "RUNE is also a video camera and will show live footage to the Surface while we are doing the show. Mettaton. We will do a warm-up with Blooky and me doing a instrumental duet." At the mentioned of his name, Napstablook appeared. "I have practice playing 'Spooktunes' with my guitar, if that's ok with you." Napstablook gave a sad looking wink and disappeared. "Then I'll sing a solo to heal and humans SOULS that is fractured to increase our chances of getting SOUL PARTICLES. Then the dance off. I will be playing my guitar during the rematch to set mood and to gather the Particles to the Underground. Any questions?"

"What are SOUL PARTICLES?" Mettaton asked.

"Napstablook! Are you set? I want to play with you before the concert to do sound check." Napstablook waved at VI from the stage. The strange woman joined the Ghost Monster. They started playing one of DJ's songs for the sound check.

Damn, they sound good! Even if it was a sound check with just a DJ turntable and a guitar, they were killing it.

Mettaton looked at his cousin with pride. But it was short lived when he remembered that no one answered his question. "What the hell are SOUL PARTICLES!?!"

***

Napstablook and VI finished their part and the plan seem to work. While VI didn't out staged the Ghost, in fact quite the opposite actually. She have the whole stage to the DJ and played mainly back up. But it was enough for some SOULS, both Monster and a few Humans, appeared over the stage.

They joined the others, "Hey, Mettaton. How's the ratings?"

The robot was ecstatic! "This little RUNE sweetheart is the best! I must have Alphys make a replica. If only we had him three years ago. Our ratings just started but a good amount of them are from the Surface!"

VI smiled and lifted her guitar, "Cleft Sharp. Lime Light. Activate." Red Electric changed to a green pop singer costume with cat ears and tail. Her guitar changed to a microphone. She returned to the stage. Her voice was strong and beautiful.

Her song was sad and uplifting. Even though it didn't seem to make sense why the song have a happy tune, there was saddness to it. The lyrics had a rhythm and flow of enthusiasms.

Muster up your courage, child

And gather your determination

You've still got a fight to win

Your journey isn't over yet

Someday I'll forget the pain of

Living in eternal darkness

Hopes and dreams will save the world

And you will be the one to do it!

VI kept singing. SOULS of the Surface and Underground was being healed. They even glowed with brighten light.

Just know, baby, I'm sorry

To put an end to our story

I know someday you'll find a way back home.

So dry your eyes, no time to cry,

Just go and save the world!

Everyone in the Underground and on the Surface felt their SOULS grew.

Muster up your courage, child

And gather your determination

You've still got a fight to win,

Your journey isn't over yet.

Though I hate to say goodbye,

I'm glad I learned to love again

I'll be gone, but you'll live on,

Just say you will.

As VI wrapped up the song not a single eye was dry. She stepped down from the stage and winked at Frisk and Mettaton. "You guys are ready?" Frisk gave a thumbs up after wiping a tear from their face. VI changed back to her Red Electric form. Mettaton also changed to his other form.

VI was the first to the stage and started to play 'Death by Glamour.' Frisk was next waving at the crowd and the RUNES followed by Mettaton Ex. The two friends struck a dramatic pose and smiled. For every heel turn they struts their stuff.

The dance was epic. And everytime the ratings dipped Frisk did an impressive pose while taking a bit out of the Glamburger or Starfait. The two swirled, dipped, and sway in extraordinary timeing and grace. But Frisk was wearing out. So the brought out of their inventory a MTT Facesteack. The ratings where off the grid and the air above the stage was filled with cartoon heart shaped SOULS of many colors and white.

VI looked above her to count the number of SOULS there and was pleased to see that she now have more than enough for bringing back the dead and breaking the Barrier.

***

Mettaton and Napstablook was playing music and dancing on stage while VI was collecting SOUL backstage. VI was contently giggling to herself, "One of each color and a Boss SOUL for the Barrier. And another one of each color with a Boss Mon-"

"You idiot! Stop! Right! Now!" VI looked at the flower with a questioning nit on her brow. "And stop looking at me like that!"

VI giggled, "Flowery, why don't you want a SOUL?"

Flowery's face puffed up, "It's not that I don't want a SOUL. It's that I don't want to give everyone false hope. Besides even if you do brought Asriel back there is the issue with Chara!"

VI scratched Flowery behind one of his petals, "I think being around so many SOULS have made a SOULESS plant have empathy." VI got up at walked back to gather more SOULS.

Color formed under Flowery's eyes, "Hey! Get back here! Idiot! You aren't even listening to me are you?" Frisk joined Flowery and asked if he was alright. "No! I am not alright! I don't want to give everyone's hopes and dreams to shatter... AGAIN!"

Flowery felt a weight of someone sitting next to him, "i can relate, bud. the unknown can be scary. losing hope is terrible. but sometimes you just have to be there, doing all that you can. sometimes you have to believe that everything is going to be alright, petals."

Flowery faced the short skeleton. He knew what he was saying. Even though Sans himself was in a dark place, he still stand tall for his loved ones. Even if it was pretend, Flowery knew. The souless plant wrapped Sans with his vines. Sans'body tensed up but only for a moment before he realised that Flowery was hugging him.

****

This will work. It has to work! Flowery was right to be concerned about Chara. This is a dangerous game I am playing.

VI was a giggling mess. All the Monster SOULS in the Underground equals to on human SOUL. Not only should the Barrier break from seven SOULS and a Boss Monster Soul, but that rule should apply also to Asriel. Easy Pesy. But what Flowery said about Chara hit her hard. And she can't stop her annoying giggling!

"VOID HUMAN! WHAT IS WRONG! YOU SEEM TO BE NERVOUS!" The taller skeleton was behind her with Undyne and Alphys.

VI smiled at the trio of friends in front of her, "Nervous, nonsense!"

"Y-you ju-just giggled..." Alphys looked at the woman. "Y-you gi-giggle when y-you are ner-nervous."

"And don't even try to deny it! I have be with my bae for to long to not notice a nervous tick!" Undyne glared at VI, "Now spill your guts, Punk!"

Alphys waved her arms at her girlfriend nervously, "U-UNDYNE! Y-you ca-can't be forceful. B-but she is r-right ab-bout your ne-nervous tick."

Sans probably noticed as well, but have more tack not to say even a pun about it...

"Guys. I think Sans is more important than my tick right now." Papyrus looked at VI with curiosity, "Papyrus, when was the last time Sans made a pun?"

Papyrus' eyes bulged out and he started to run to where he saw Sans last. Everyone followed him. The Dreemers saw them rushing somewhere and decided to go with the group. They found Sans, wrapped in vines and a teenager's arms. All three of them with tear stains on their faces.

VI sat behind the skeleton. "Well, I am truly not helping your PTSD." Sans made a noise with his non-existent throat.

"Wh-what do you m-mean PTSD? As in po-post tr-traumatic s-stress disorder?" Alphys looks at Sans with worry and guilt in her eyes. "S-sans, wh-why you didn't t-tell a-anyone?"

VI groaned, "Sorry, Sans. I take it you didn't tell them everything about the Resets."

"tibia honest, I didn't thought it was such a bonehead of a move to keep some of the Resets a secret." Sans winked.

"You don't fool me, I see right through you!" VI elbowed Sans' ribs. "You're just a boney phoney with no guts to tell anyone anything. Now everyone has a bone to pick with you."

"you really know how to get under my skin, don't you." Toriel and Frisk tried to hold back their laughter while everyone else was groaning but smiling. Sans and VI did a little staring contest before Sans got up, "fine! but only if the kid and flower helps me tell them about the Genocide Runs."

Flowery unwrap his vines from Sans body, "Deal!" Frisk not only agreed but shook Sans hand. The three told their friends everything.

***

"I-I d-don't like it! N-not one bit!" Alphys was cross about the dangers of ripping a demonic spirit of a human's body.

Toriel was deviated. One of her children is a SOULESS plant, another is a vengeful ghost, and the other possessed by said vengeful ghost. And all three are murderers. Papyrus was crestfallen that his brother was still keeping things from him. Algore felt the story was very ironic that his children killed, but felt their actions were more justified then his.

Undyne, who always seem to headbutt her way through any problem was the first to asked, "Now what?"

VI got off the ground and dusted herself off, "Time to bring back the dead!" She activated another form, this time she looks like a cross from a mad scientist and a phantom of the Opera. Behind her was a pipe organ. "This form is called Purple Keys. This can formulate or make concentrations of Souls. For example mixing one of each color of human SOULS and one Boss SOUL can either break the Barrier or change Flowery back to Asriel."

VI put the gathered SOULS in the little drawers attached to the pipes. "Or combining seven SOULS of DETERMINATION with a Boss SOUL can, in theory, will drive Chara out of Frisk's body. They will absorb the concentrated SOUL and the will to live will be so strong it will form a new human body."

She moved Flowery to a spot in front of the organ, "Don't worry Flowery. If Chara goes all Genocide, Sans will Karmic Retribution their ass."

"Most likely their be a Hyper Goner." Smirked the flower. Frisk just asked Flowery if that was a pun. "Yes, yes it was."

VI started to play on the keys. The Boss Monster SOUL glowed brightly as it was absorbing the human SOULS. Flowery still in position looked at the Boss SOUL with DETERMINATION. The Boss SOUL now filled out by the human SOULS started to move to the spot the flower was rooted. With tears in his eyes, he claimed the new SOUL.

A bright flash of light filled the area. A little goat child stands where the flower used to be. Asriel looked at his parents and hugged them with all his might. Frisk and the skeleton brothers joined in when Asriel waved them over. A defening roar of cheers appeared out of nowhere!

"Darlings! I am so sorry, but I had to use RUNE to broadcast what you all was up to." The robot explained with RUNE hovering over him.

VI marched over to Mettaton, "How dare you use my RUNE to broadcast a touching moment!" VI grabbed the metal star by the neck and whispered, "How much did you broadcast? How is the ratings? How could I have forgotten RUNE! I am so proud of you!"

A glint appeared in the robot's eyes as he whispered back, "The ratings are sky high! Everyone from here to the Surface was watching, is watching! And I started broadcasting long before Sans, the flower, and Ambassador Frisk confessed to the Genocide Runs."

VI returned to her companions, "We are not out of the woods yet! We still have Chara to bring back! In case they are planning to go Genocide on us, we better brace ourselves!"

Frisk stand at the same spot as Flowery stood. VI placed seven SOULS of DETERMINATION and the Boss SOUL in the drawers in the pipes. VI gave everyone a thumbs up. The Boss Monsters conjured their weapons and magic. Even Asriel conjured his Chaos Blades, preparing for the worse. VI played on the pipe organ. Again the Boss SOUL absorb the human SOULS, but this time the Monster SOUL have changed to a human SOUL.

The red SOUL became bright flash and a red haired child in a green and yellow sweater stepped out of the light. "Hey, Partner." They looked at the Monsters that are ready for battle. "I am not going to do anything. Don't get me wrong, I still hate humans. But, Partner, you did what Ariel and I never could. You freed the Monsters and lived in peace with the humans for three whole years." Chara hugged Frisk, "Thank you for bringing my family back."

***

My daughter is doing well I think. But there will be problems. I will make sure of that. Let's bring in more friends into the mix.

[dracimexidae]

I just need you to know that I've never watched a single episode of AOS in my life but thanks to your blog I have developed a huuuge crush on *googles actress name* Chloe Bennet, so thanks for that

Oh my gosh, anon, what an unexpected message - I’m not even a fully dedicated Daisy or Chloe blog (if you feel like lurking around there are some out here that can provide much more than me), but I’m glad I could be of service! 😃