#Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree

[homestuckreplay]

vc with tentacleTherapist, aka The Call of Cthulhu

(page 215-226)

I've been traveling and haven't had time to write about Homestuck for a few days, which has been devastating because SO MUCH IS HAPPENING. TT is real now, like when you meet a tumblr friend in person and keep getting jumpscared by the fact that they have a face.

If John lives in a regular suburban house, Rose lives in a haunted house, and the comic is setting up a 'but which one is REALLY scarier?' parallel. Rose clearly knows how to summon a paranormal entity (John would do this also but by accident) and on page 225 we see that she has a backyard mausoleum, a creepy nuclear reactor type laboratory next door, nothing else but forest in one direction, and a terrifying Blood Storm on the horizon.

I LOVE how Rose's room is a near-perfect reflection of John's when we first saw it in terms of door, window (with tree branch) and core furniture - it makes the differences stand out more, like Rose's fancier chair and desk, knitting projects all over the floor, and darker palette and goth ass lightning.

I'm continually impressed by the comic's attention to detail - there are a lot of tiny changes between John and Rose's introductions, like the green checkmarks on pages 3 and 216 having different flashing patterns. These might not mean anything, but they show things aren't just being copied and pasted with no thought, which is cool.

From page 223, it looks like we could cut back and forth suddenly between John and Rose, following the 'important' actions each of them take, but not seeing everything either one of them is doing. That could get frustrating, like if we never get to sit with either character long enough to get super invested in their stories, but it could be good if it's done well.

I'm very intrigued by Rose and have a lot of questions about her, but my main concern is still the <1:30 on John's timer. I really hope for his sake that Rose is better at inventory than John is.

[hoodie-lover]

Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree Part 8

Palette was sitting on the couch and doodling in a sketchbook as Dream cooked some food and Ink painted. It was hard to concentrate on the task at hand, with everything going on he wanted to scream, cry, or do something other than sit around. But he had no idea what to do, he was the target and that meant getting close to Nightmare would give the mad man what he wanted, and whatever Nightmare wanted Palette for, couldn’t be good. As Palette stared off into space, he didn’t realize his view getting darker and darker. 

“Palette, nephew...” A dark and smooth voice called out, jerking Palette out of his trance. 

“What do you want?!” Palette screamed, and Nightmare laughed. 

“No one can hear you. We are in your head.” Nightmare said, bringing Palette closer to him as he smiled.

“I want to talk to you. Get to know you better.” Nightmare said, chuckling. 

“NO! You are evil! I don’t want to talk to you!” Palette said, struggling to wake himself up. 

“It’s my magic that lets us talk, and my magic that will let you leave. So, you have no choice.” Nightmare said, sitting down on the dark floor and smiling. 

“No.” Palette said, crossing his arms and turning his back. 

“Don’t you want to know about Shattered?” Nightmare asked and Palette flinched.

“I was kinda there you know, it was something just as important to me as it was to Dream. Don’t you want to know more?” Nightmare teased, throwing out his line with fresh bait. 

“What do you know?” Palette asked, the fish biting the line. 

“Sit down and I will tell you.” Nightmare said, and when Palette did, he had reeled the fish in. 

“As Dream told you, we don’t remember how we got un and uncorrupted, but did Dream even tell you what he did? How much of a threat he was? How he became such a threat?” Nightmare said and laughed.

“He had a mind control power, he literally puppeted people to do his bidding, and you know what?” Nightmare said, eye glowing his sadistic glee. 

“What?” The young child asked, scared.

“They said that every step or action, even breath they took was agony. He was told so, and he didn’t care.” Nightmare said, laughing as Palette’s eyes shrank. 

“So yeah, Dream isn’t so pure. He knows what it is like to not care for people, to have no empathy, to like bloodshed. And Ink is soulless so it’s a wonder you’re so kind, and sweet. Seems like you shouldn’t be.” Nightmare cackled. 

“You are not the person that he calls brother, so he is not the person who I call dad.” Palette said. “You’re just trying to trick me.” 

“So smart. You really are my nephew, we may not be brother’s in a relationship sense, but we are still made of the same magical energy. We are still related.” Nightmare mused, picking at his claws. 

“Let me go.” Palette demanded.

“No. Because you know what? I still could use my tentacles when I was uncorrupted, so, do you think that Dream can still use his powers? That he still can puppet people around as he tortures them?!” Nightmare asked, getting close to Palette as he smiled a cheshire cat smile. 

“He hasn’t. And he has had several opportunities to use them, and he hasn’t. So there.” Palette spat, sticking his tongue out at his uncle. 

“Fair.” Nightmare growled, inching away from Palette’s face. 

“Anything else?” Palette asked, squinting his eyes. 

“Well, Shattered wanted to corrupt me, stay corrupted and have us rule the multiverse together. Honestly, I like the idea. But, he needed some help with the execution and corrupting me. But I have an idea as to how it can work. That’s all.” Nightmare said and Palette woke up in his living room, falling off the couch, and landing face first on the floor. 

Dream and Ink ran over to Palette and helped him onto the couch. 

“Are you ok Palette? What happened?” Dream asked and Palette shook his head. 

“I just dozed off. Nothing too bad.” He lied, smiling innocently. 

“Ok Palette.” Dream said, giving Palette a tight hug. 

Dream’s child looked at his parent's gloved hands, he never took them off. Ever. Why?

Next - Pending

First

[swordspells]

Thank u to the wonderful @sashacore for tagging me in this! We don't do these things enough anymore on tumblr and frankly we should bring them back x

Honey and lemon or milk and sugar: if this is about tea then im afraid I have to inform u I detest the hot leaf juice because I have the palette of a 5 year old

Musicals or plays: plays. I respect all the musical fans out there deep down, but I worked with a lot of btec drama students during my A-levels and I would commit many a sin to never hear a group rendition of "do you hear the people sing" evrt again thank you very much

Lemonade or unsweetened iced tea: lemonade because I like how it is always a carbonated lemon flavoured drink :)

Strawberries or raspberries: I chug strawberry milk like some kind of morally upstanding vampire chugs on alley rats. So strawberry

Winter or summer: summer but only because it is currently winter. Ask me again in july and I will say winter. I am fickle and stupid

Beaches or forests: trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees trees 🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳🌲🌳💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Diners or cafés: went to a diner once in Florida. Cafés

Unicorns or dragons: dragons are beautiful little scaly men who I love So Dearly. Unicorns are weirdos who obsess over virginity and purity. Grow up. Dragons obviously

Gemstones or crystals: dunno exactly what the difference is but gemstones I think, they are pretty and good for throwing probably

Hummingbirds or owls: owls. Owls fuck

Fireworks or sparklers: sparklers make me feel like a fucked up and evil witch about to commit arson or maybe necromancy. Fireworks are pretty I guess but a sparkler holds power

Brunch or happy hour: I don't drink and desperately miss going to sit in the pub in a morning to meet friends for brunch :( so brunch

Sweet or sour: sweet because I have a crippling sugar addiction (dentists HATE her)

Rome or Amsterdam: never been to either but im an (aspiring) archaeologist and would sacrifice many a limb to be part of a dig in rome. Can you imagine??? Digging in the colosseum?? Uncovering a mosaic or some shit? Bucket list material

Classic or Modern art: not to be That Bitch but I just cannot appreciate modern art at all. Like im not gonna act like im above it or its not meaningful but like poetry I just dont have a brain that finds merit in more abstract stuff. Meanwhile I love classic art so much its so pretty and detailed. Know fuck all about it though so I am a mere normie looking at joan of arc and wishing she would marry me :(

Sushi or Ramen: ramen, did I mention I have the palette of a baby?? Sushi bad (also I might be allergic to fish lmao)

Sun or moon: I can't even look at the sun, so what's the point of it?? Also im a lesbian so like. Moon all the way babeyyy

Polka dots or stripes: I own too many things with stripes so I am obligated to side with them on this

Macarons or croissants: croissants are the one thing france got right (joan of arc isnt french shes lesbian x)

Glitter or matte: the femme in me says glitter and the goth in me says matte. I will settle with both

Degas or Seurat: had to google these old bitches. Degas I guess but I honestly dont feel much for either style

Aquariums or planetariums: at aquariums I get to see the silly little fish and maybe even touch a stingray. Call me when planetariums let me touch the planets thanks

Road trip or camping trip: I plan to do the journey to my parents' house entirely on foot one day, camping along the way. It's 70 miles away across the whole peak district, so it will be what you might call An Undertaking. Anyway this is to say camping

Colouring books or watercolour: I wish I could say watercolour but I suck at physical art and colouring books are very relaxing

Fairy lights or candles: fairy lights because I would likely cause a fire if I used candles more often and also I am a fairy (derogatory)

tagging

@passionatememes @wellshitmeariver @transssminecraftklungo @diondecarnate @slorpjuice

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Alright, so once again, this is the most recent post I could find vague blogging about me on her tumblr in regards to this specific issue so I don’t know where all the “Wow! heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon DID THAT?!” Anons are coming from here, or how those anons are aware that you even tried to submit me something, unless you’re just sending them to yourself to try and stir more trouble but just ....

Leanne, Leanne, Leanna Leanne.... I feel as though I must para-quote Gene Wilder’s character in Young Frankenstein here because just what is the matter with you? Like do you not understand the concept of hyperbole at all? Don’t you know a joke when you read one?

The entire reason I screenshot that ask this way was to show case the fact that color and formatting of the ‘t”,  on what I didn’t know happened to be goth day just happened to match both the obnoxious eye sore color palette and theme of your tacky little blog, Princess. 

The whole coincidence gave me the willies, so I was just making a funny, honey.

Although, apparently, you can’t comprehend my humor or my kindness because now isn’t that part of what got you into this mess in the first place?

“Luna” is for long time mutuals only. Don’t pretend like we’ve ever spoken more than twice, and don’t pretend like you ever gave a damn about my well being when you can’t even get my disability right. My correct name and minority status is written all over my blog.  And to think you’re the one who bitched and complained to me about being called “Honey”.

I only found this on your blog because I have no way of responding to your original Submission even if I wanted to now because Tumblr seems to have eaten it (which, to that I say good riddance) and the only reason I found your Twitter is because it’s exactly the same as your gmail address due to the fact that you’re that basic. There wasn’t anything “random” about it.

“I would never send hate for no fucking reason...” Ah, but by that logic you would dish back hate to someone if you had a reason. So why would you like, concern troll me and chastise me for hate trolling someone when they gave me a reason?!

“And then to say that you that I would hack into your account? WHY??????? Why would I do that? I dont even know HOW to do that! YOU ARE TEARING MY HEART EMOJI APART LUNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Again, honey, please calm down and teach yourself how to form a coherent sentence, learn the concept of what a hyperbolic joke is, leave your fandom(s) and get a freaking life.

I thought you were my friend too until the night you pulled that shit with me, respect that I blocked you and frick off.

And for the love of God, stop “joking” about writing smutty fanfics between you and Al and getting “married” to him and delete all of Angel’s pictures from your blog why don’t you!

Your obsession with all of us is beyond unhealthy.

“I know that you have reason to listen or believe me...” Honey, I know that when you were typing this your little crocodile tears were hitting the keyboard so hard that you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence and you need to shut the fuck up. (Also SIDE NOTE of how Cletus and Striker are like, the worst Helluva Boss characters to have “taste” in: Some sleazy little man baby and an ever only slightly cooler and more tolerable Wild West Reincarnation of Toffee, I should have known you were like this. Oh and that Vampire Chick from RE7 everyone including yourself is into right now is like if Eclipsa was a freaking Fairly Odd Parents Pixie and Meteora would have her daughters for a snack, both figuratively and literally. Die Angry About it.)   

I had two whole interactions with you and I wanted to beat that bunny fursona of yours down with a tree branch Lilo and Stitch style the second you hopped into my ask box that night and 4 days later you gave me an excuse to. I only found out about the shit that you were putting my friends through when Orn started vague blogging to me about what you were doing to them after I exposed you as a snake in the grass arse little bitch and they had no reason to try and White Knight you.

In starlatte27’s case she was just tagged to help attack me by the same stalker that you were going out of your way to defend and latte blocked me before I could even so much as figure out who she was, meaning we didn’t even have an “altercation”, her existence to me personally at that point was merely a blip that served to cause me more disorientation and stress, but I knew she was just as much of a bitch as you were before my friends did and now you’re both causing them immeasurable harm in comparison to what I was put through and you both need to delete your blogs after you apologize. NOBODY WANTS YOU TWO IN THIS FANDOM!

I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in reading you reiterate your excuses for your racism and gross mistreatment towards my friends to me, nor do I care for your off putting arse attempting to have some sort of petty, infantilizing, paternalistic, para-social relationship with me!

Angel and Al, may I add, haven’t been online in weeks because of you and starlatte27, and now you’re only trying to get to me because I’ve still been available online and you’ve been bored. And if I had the capability and privilege of doing anything other than sitting, I can tell you that I certainly wouldn’t be in front of a computer right now if I actually even had the option not to be ether.

And for your information, being able to meet Angel and Al, at least out of all this mess in the first place, has been the only good experience that I’ve had within in this fandom thus far and their presence on my dashboard only makes my day brighter, I willingly shared my experiences with them to let know they’re not alone in all this shit.  

Stop being a sleaze to Angel just because he’s more attractive than you and clearly not white passing, and delete all his photos from your blog.

Stop being a skeeve to Al and stop making “jokes” about marrying him and your jokes about smut because that’s actually beyond the conception of “cringe”.

Stop infantalizing me and acting as though you have some weird parental para-social relationship over me or some shit when I’m freaking three years older than you are, apologize to all three of us before deleting your accounts and dropping off the internet why don’t you and then leave all three of us the fuck alone!!! 

I can tell how the little twit whom said this to me the other day has certainly never met you.

[mrslackles]

Would you please leave my house now?

2𝓍𝟣𝟣 – 𝑅ɪᴏ’𝓈 𝐿ᴏᴏᴋʙᴏᴏᴋ: ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

Rio calling his loft a house is an oddity, and yet I promise you that is the least weird thing we are about to encounter.

Before we start, I challenge you to truly scour these screenshots and by the end have a vote ready for which is the strangest decoration this man has in his home. There is no prize, but we can all collectively acknowledge what an insane weirdo Rio is. 

Ready? Let’s go!

The living room

We have one exposed brick wall, one painted white brick wall, a brown leather armchair, and a lamp that I have several questions about. 

We can all agree that no room would be complete without giant symmetrical abstract paintings on either side of a shelving unit filled with knick-knacks. Please also note the kids’ play area outside Marcus’ room on the left-hand side that includes a soft octopus toy and tiny chairs. 

Let’s be real: the lamp situation is out of control. Especially since so many are turned on in the daytime?? There are at least 20 in this, the world’s least cosy sitting room, but no TV. There’s also a coffee table with a lamp in the middle of it, and a side table with white leather finishing and topped with another lamp and a stone statuette that looks like a cock ring.

This shelving unit contains a record player, first edition books, another painting squished in (?) and a cuboidal piece of decor I have no explanation for. 

Also about a thousand vases:

There are also these woven storage baskets that I guess are for Marcus’ toys, but they are everywhere and I feel like Rio has more storage options than any sane single man does. 

7.5/10

Marcus’ room

I’m going to assume the maid has just been by because this is the neatest child’s room I have ever seen in my life. There are also more stuffed animals (plus a burger!) than I had my whole childhood, and two pairs of black shoes (this is Rio’s son, after all) neatly standing at the food of the bed. There’s a colour palette far too sophisticated for someone under the age of 13, plus a ridiculous amount of art. 

Also another play table, because you can ever have enough when you have one whole child.

9.5/10 

The kitchen

I’m going to go on the record as not loving the moss green in the kitchen, but the rest of it has Rich Bitch Rio stamped all over it. I know professional chefs whose kitchens aren’t this fire. He has a wide stainless steel fridge and copper pots. Do you know how expensive that shit is?? (To quote Chris Morocco: Polished copper in a kitchen is a signifier of all the other things that are also being done correctly.) Beside those pots we have black crockery (what else would you expect from our goth king?) under what is either a vase or a tagine pot, and I’m not sure which I would have more questions about.

There are also half a dozen brown leather barstools at the kitchen island because if there’s one thing we know about Rio, it’s how much he loves to entertain. And then because our man is a tea-lover, there’s a stovetop kettle because he’s also British I guess.

9/10 -- Ngl, the copper pots really won me over

The bedroom

The other thing we know about Rio is that he loves blue bedding (no, really), so it’s no surprise to see some of that here. What is surprising is that whole-ass tree just casually standing there?? Also, I can sooner imagine Rio flinging himself out of that window than having a nice relaxing sit in that comfy leather chair with its matching footrest. Then there’s some more art and another vase (because honestly, what gang leader doesn’t have 30 vases in every corner of their home?). 

8.5/10

Some more art

I’m gonna be real, I do not think me and Art Hoe Rio’s tastes gel, but I’m going to try to be objective about these pieces.

Outside his closet:

7/10 -- Mostly for use of colour. The framing is a little depressing

8/10 -- Reminds me of Neapolitan ice cream. Very satisfying.

Left: 7/10 -- What I imagine hung in drawing rooms in the 1800s 

Right: 7.5/10 -- Some abstract drawing of a body that, together with that statuette over there, tells me Rio has some fascination with anatomy besides just couriering parts of it around

If you can tell me what is to the right side of Beth’s head here, I will applaud you. Then there’s another huge painting above the desk, not to mention the enormous storage deposit box chest on the right-hand side that has a minimum of one million tiny drawers.

Some more storage

I bet those storage boxes contain pictures of him wearing colour. Those are not allowed to see the light of day. 8/10 (P.S. Are those not the most goth photo frames you have ever seen?)

This is getting insane. Rio is either a straight-up hoarder or just loves drawers as much as he loves buttons. 

7/10 for them all because they’re pretty but I also think Rio has a problem. 

Here, for example, there is a whole drawer dedicated to his professional chef’s knives, black whisk and other kitchen utensils. NBD. 

And above that? Even more (tiny) drawers, flanked by a kitchen scale and some other fancy kitchen gadget I can’t identify:

Then there’s this unit near his bed, which -- surprise, surprise -- has even more drawers (are there any more wooden drawers left in Detroit??):

We’re definitely not going to talk about the egg-shaped glass ornament on his bedside table. That’s a totally normal thing to want to wake up to and look at every morning. 

And, last but not least, the drawers in his closet:

At least two of those are dedicated to beanies, nobody can argue with me on this. 

I hope that your head isn’t completely spinning at this point and you were able to choose the weirdest piece in this place. And yes, I know, it’s tough to choose, but here’s mine:

Rio. My dude. WHAT IS THIS?? Are you a deep-sea diver (honestly, I would believe anything at this point)? Did you find this at the bottom of the ocean? Do you have an artist friend who gives you strange stuff that you don’t hide in cupboards like a normal person? Explanations are needed but also none will be accepted.

Still, I have to end on the most beautiful piece of art in Rio’s home:

Ah. I forgive you for your drawer fetish, sir. 

[gothsic]

LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !

tagged by: @citialiin​ suplexes you into the sun bc i luv u tagging:   whomever wants to !!

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. DISGUST – Filth, filth, it’s all filth. Everyone is squirming underneath his boot heel, and they’re doing it with a smile. How awful. And yet, he can’t help but smile right back at them. So delighted that they understand their place. If only he could sleep, he might very well get some god-damned peace...

002. ISOLATION – Why is it that looking at the sea reminds him so much of the things that he’d lost? Maybe that’s why he spends so much time sitting out there in the sand, looking out at the ocean as it ebbs and flows, leaves behind the darkened, wet sand. Sometimes, he planted footprints there, and watched them vanish as the water took them away. And no, it wasn’t a comfort. It was, maybe, some sort of reminder to himself.

003. ENVY – WHY does it always have to be that way? Smiling faces admiring another’s work - someone younger than him... he wants it all. He’ll take it for himself if he has to. Why can it not be him at all hours of the day? Always worshipped, always admired. Look at his talent, bask in it... but why do they all head the opposite direction? Could it be that... he’s losing relevance? No, it couldn’t be. And yet, that pain in his stomach simply won’t go away...

004.YEARNING – He has always had a habit of grabbing at things he can’t have. If he can’t have it, he only wants it more. Once he has it, he holds onto it as if he had been utterly fulfilled every which way.

005. RAGE  – Always seeing red, always wanting nothing more than to tear at those that denied him a chance at success. Claws that have grown over the years, from frustrated, suppressed anger that originated from the time he was born, perhaps. Now, they slash at whatever they can find; not enough to kill, but enough to leave a scar. A wound. A reminder that he was there once.

GREETINGS:

001. A sarcastic remark, a seemingly chatty man. He seems to have opinions on everything, no matter what the subject. He seems remarkably interested in you, but only insofar as to how involved you are in the subject at hand.

002. He offers you a half-smile. A laid-back appearance. Extends his hand to meet yours to greet you. When you shake his hand, you make note of how strangely callous his hands are. How cold they are, made even colder by the metal rings on his fingers that brush uncomfortably against your skin.

003. He pokes fun at you, makes jokes. But they’re never meant to necessarily harm you. That would be rude, oh no. He can be a bit much, but he only means to make you laugh. But there’s still a strange distance to him. You can’t seem to penetrate him, necessarily - no matter how you may retort. But maybe, if you say something right on point at the right moment, he might just remember you.

004. After an exciting conversation, he asks for your number. Or your contact details. Anything to potentially arrange another meeting down the line. It’s a sign that you’ve attracted his attention in some way. Maybe he’ll contact you down the line.

005. Perhaps, after some time of meeting, if you’re lucky, he’ll show you his genuine smile rather than his half-smile. Right then, you realize that the man you met way back when may actually have more secrets than you could have ever comprehended - if his smile was fake, what else is fake?

COLOURS:

001. Pitch black, of course - the color of choice for the ex-goth.

002. Crimson red, the color of beating hearts and throbbing flesh.

003. Forest green, the color of D.’s forest before it began to rot as a consequence of his deteriorating psyche.

004. Murky blue, the color of the ocean at midnight as the moon is hidden in the Los Angeles smog. It seems endless the more he looks into it.

005. Earthy brown, the color of Annie’s sweater the night she vanished into the darkness forever.

SCENTS:

001. A consistent reek of cigarette smoke on his clothes, his breath, his every word.

002. A faint scent of hair gel and mousse - faintly applied, to keep his hair as voluminous as possible.

003. The equally as faint trace of after shave after he’s taken care of himself. Though there is a stronger smell of hair dye, as he obsessively covers every white hair that may emerge on his head.

004. The strong smell of permanent marker, inking pens, and lead from his furious sketching.

005. Then, there’s his own natural smell - cinnamon mixed with a musty pine; it’s a bit like the smell of a forest filled with pine trees after a heavy rain. Overwhelming, powerful, and stuffy.

CLOTHING:

001. Three skull rings on each hand, on your index, middle, and ring fingers. It’s perfect symmetry, and they shine against whatever light might hit it. But they are always so very cold to the touch.

002. Black, black, and more black - but the occasional muted green or brown enters the palette. Never any colors brighter than those, however - it would be far too much of an eyesore for someone like him.

003. Three gold and black earrings on the top of his ears. Again, symmetry is key. Keeping that image of control and collection is exactly what he wishes above all things; that alternative look.

004. Combat boots, black and laced up to the top. They’re impeccably buffed and shined, though the soles look a little worse for wear. It must be all the walking he does at night when sleep simply won’t come.

005. Baggy shirts and sweaters, occasionally dress shirts, that hide his figure. He’s disproportionate, far too thin; the longer the clothes, the better he can hide how odd and lanky he truly is from his point of view.

OBJECTS:

001. His drawing tablet, always sketching something idly while at home and daydreaming. There are hundreds of random sketches collected on the pages, though some consistencies are quite visible if one took a closer look. 

002. His collection of various statuettes and figurines. He has placed them in detolfs for everyone to see, fawn over, and be amazed by. If anyone so much as looks incorrectly at his more precious ones, he will have a close eye on them in fear that they will somehow break merely by being looked at.

003. Signed copy of one of the few produced vinyl records of Oingo Boingo’s Forbidden Zone hanging on his wall. It’s framed, and he’s very proud of it! Often shows it off, in fact. He’s a big fan of theirs.

004. A safety deposit box filled with his biggest secrets - specifically a thumb drive filled with Annie’s e-mails to him. He backed them up there so he can read them on occasion and not have people discover them on his actual computer - he’s quite the paranoid man.

005. Post-its on the walls of his workroom. There is literally no more space for plaster, only post-its of notes and ideas that he has while he conducts research for his next project.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. OBSESSIVENESS - Look at him, so utterly fixated on someone who will never love him back. But what he feels isn’t love, oh no. It’s rather a completely unhealthy adoration and veneration of someone he felt understood him. But it is arrogant, of course, to assume that you are so complex as to feel as if there are only a select few who understand you ( in his very unfortunate case ). He has gone to horrific lengths to keep tabs on Annie, and does so as covertly as possible. Nowadays, he uses his intelligence to fuel his obsessive tendencies.

002. LYING - Covers the truth up with layers and layers of sarcasm and lies so that he, or rather his true self, can never be discovered. The result is that he keeps people in a web of extremely elaborate deception, the likes of which they can never escape. But there are cracks in the facades occasionally, they just have to be found.

003. COVETING YOUTH - He is so obsessed with youth that he cannot handle anybody or anything maintaining the status that he had when he was their age (20s, in other words). He especially applies it to himself, though no amount of primping and covering up the blemishes on his face can ever erase the fact that he’s slowly growing crow’s feet around his eyes, made even worse by the bags under them - and my, they’re growing a fine mixture of blue and purple, like fresh bruises.

004. UNWARRANTED SELF IMPORTANCE - He is completely self centered, and thinks of the entire world on his own terms. This is how he’s been wired ever since he can remember, and he always puts himself and his survival first. He makes friends and connections based on this principle, and has a great amount of pride because of this. It is unfortunate, but it is one of his biggest flaws and ultimately what has led him down the slippery slope to irrelevance and isolation.

005. LACK OF EMPATHY - On top of being self involved, he struggles to feel for the plight of others. In fact, it can be said he struggles to feel much of anything, as he worries far more for his current predicament rather than for the difficulties of those in his life. He will only assist or even understand if he can relate in some way from personal experience, or if it benefits him and his career. There is very rarely an instance he will help someone or something because he feels it is the right thing to do.

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. The aforementioned half-smile - the Jonathan trademark, something he has rehearsed ever since his career started to take off. Perhaps even before then, while he was still in high school. It is boyish, youthful, playful - and it is always followed by a sarcastic or joking remark.

002. Hands in pockets - The sign of deceit, hiding something, keeping his distance from you. He is very secretive at all times, and often feels uncomfortable in social situations, and feel better as long as he has his hands in his pockets. That said...

003. Wild gesticulations - When passionately discussing something, he has a tendency to make hand movements of all kinds. Circling his hands, stretching his arms out, pointing, doing anything and everything to get his point across. He becomes expressive in a rather charismatic way. It’s truly odd, considering how often he keeps his hands in his pockets.

004. Hunched over - Slouching half the time, his true height is hidden by this decision to constantly look as if he’s three inches shorter than he is. Rather it is a symptom of his insecurity over his appearance ( he does think he’s weird looking to begin with ), or from a life of leaning over a desk, he certainly rarely stands up straight.

005. Leaning on his right foot versus the left - When standing, and talking to someone, he always puts all his weight on his right foot, and leans to that side. It’s his dominant side, and it gives him his lackadaisical appearance. This likely helps people approach him in many ways.

AESTHETICS:

001. BIOMECHANICS. - Feeling flesh on metal is one of the most skin-crawling sensations, but Jonathan is fascinated with it. He draws it, he lives and breathes it, one of his favorite films of all time is Tetsuo: The Iron Man. Not because he himself would want to put metal on his body, but the very idea is where he believes humanity is headed in the next decade or two. Biomechanics, while cold, is something that gives Jonathan some sense of comfort - that there is a way to marry technology and flesh. Maybe he, too, can be a biomechanical humanoid - so he fantasizes.

002. GOTH ( AS IT SHOULD BE ). - A goth since his teen years, Jonathan knows the fashion and subculture inside and out; or at least, he did once. Though an ex-goth from his early 30s, he still maintains some interest in the culture all the same. He may have stopped dying his hair and wearing “goth” accessories and clothes, but he enjoys the lifestyle and still generally keeps it close to his heart. Just don’t call him Goth Bomb.

003. BODY HORROR. - Flesh mutating and intermingling with itself, a David Cronenberg nightmare that he experienced firsthand in his own dreams. Eyes in places they shouldn’t be, hair where it should never grow... the list goes on and on. It, like biomechanics, sends chills running up and down his spine in a way that excites him. Perhaps he is like Tetsuo, a man who finds a grotesque fascination in manipulating the flesh with the unnatural. But in this case, it’s how naturally manipulation can occur without the introduction of foreign objects, to word it somewhat scientifically...

004. SCI-FI HORROR. - The darkness of space, it’s vastness. It’s quite horrifying, the more he thinks about it. But it’s exciting too. All the possibilities that lie in the stars, all the worlds he could visit as someone quite tired of Earth... but what horrors await behind each planet, each moon, even within each star? They would simply jump at the chance to devour an unimportant human whole, and Jonathan is unsure if he wants to take that chance. All the same, he dreams of that world, hoping that one day he may get to experience it - but, perhaps, from a distance. 

005. DEEP COLORS IN CINEMATOGRAPHY / CHIAROSCURO. - Intense lighting, mood lighting, anything that brings out the terror or intensity of a scene is something Jonathan imitates in his works. By deep colors, it is meant that he adores the use of intense reds, blues, and purples in cinema - these often pop up in his work as mood lighting for his set pieces. They signal to him a fantasy world that is not our own. Chiaroscuro simply refers to the film noir technique that he grew to adore from a young age. The harsh black against white, signalling mystery and evil lying behind every corner entranced that young and intelligent mind, sparked his terrified imagination to what monsters could hide in the faces of his favorite noir protagonists...

SONGS / PIECES:

001. montezuma ── fleet foxes 

002. little lennon ──   asian kung fu generation

003. sabertooth tiger   ──   cage the elephant

004. controller   ──   oingo boingo

005. dark entries  ── bauhaus

[artzy-minx]

well, i had a weird dream

A while ago I had this dream, I “woke up” in the dream and looked down at my hands to see they were SKELETON hands. (totally not watching too much undertale hahahhhhaaaa) well i noticed i had a hat on, i took it off and it was PALETTE’S hat and i was like: oh shoot- im palette. so all of a sudden geno and reaper bursted through the door and said that goth was missing and asked me to find him, so I was like: well, i am palette, so i probably should.. I reassured them i would find him, and started looking outside. I got myself lost in a forest, wandering around, for what seemed like hours, until i saw someone in a white hood and a red scarf tied around their neck, sitting on a tree stump. I assumed it was goth and i was just about to yell for him, but then i woke up-  

so yeah, that was a strange dream XD 

@nekophy <- i just thought you would have liked to hear it, idk =^=

[jynxwriter]

Temperature part 4: A Freckle of Hope

(Disclaimer: the end of this part is very graphic and violent, you have been warned.)

First part

Goth// @nekophy

Palette// @angexci

Palette had been flying through the air, a warm smile spread across his face despite the pain in his hand from the prior night. He had stayed up late drawing and it ended up making his hand begin to cramp. He didn’t mind it however, he just landed in the soft grass in front of the clearing. Yesterday, he had met a small Coldblood, named Goth. Despite the reputation they had in the Hotlands, he talked with him, finding that there had been some misconceptions about their reputation. They weren’t all bad, some were just scared and confused. He sighed softly as he wove around the off-colored trees around the small clearing. Palette’s previous smile faltered slightly as he realized Goth hadn’t been there. He sighed again and sat in the grass.    Goth had run into the clearing after about a minute, panting lightly. “I’m s-sorry!” Goth yelled as he entered the clearing.    “For what?” Palette cocked his head to the side, much like a puppy would.    “I was l-late…” Goth whimpered as he walked closer to Palette, his cloak waving around a bit in the breeze. Palette giggled softly and smiled.    “It’s alright! No one’s perfect!” He patted the spot next to him, motioning for Goth to take a seat. Goth didn’t understand what Palette wanted, so he ended up standing in front of him idly. “Goth? Aren’t you gonna sit down?” Palette asked.    “I’m supposed to?” Goth responded, confused.    “Well, what do you think this means?” Palette giggled and patted the ground once again, looking up at Goth expectantly.    “U-Uhm...” Goth fidgeted with his hands and Palette rolled his eyes. Palette then promptly pulled him down onto the grass, making him squeak. Palette smiled lightly and then handed Goth the paper he was holding. “What’s t-this?” Goth asked and scanned the paper.    “Well, yesterday I was looking around for inspiration and you happened to be it!” Palette laughed sheepishly. Goth immediately blushed at his comment. He looked back at the picture, which was beautifully done. It and ominous yet calm demeanor to it. It was perfectly colored and shaded, which made Goth feel like he wasn’t worthy to be holding something such as this. Goth was ripped out of his thoughts when Palette began to speak. “Dang it!” Palette exclaimed, gazing at the picture from over Goth’s shoulder. “I forgot your freckles!” Palette huffed, feeling disappointed he forgot the small flecks.    “I’m g-glad you did honestly,” Goth said softly, smiling sadly.    “Why exactly?” Palette started. “Or, would you not want to say?”    “I’d rather not talk about it,” Goth stated, sighing softly as he tried to hand the paper back to Palette, but Palette just pushed it back to him.    “I want you to keep it!” Palette said with a sweet smile.    “P-Palette I can’t…” Goth whimpered. “Something bad will happen, I’m sure of it.” Palette sighed and hesitantly took the paper back, resisting the urge to convince Goth to keep the paper.    “If you insist.” A moment of silence fell over the two and they looked away from each other. After a bit, Goth had plucked a feather from one of his wings, hissing softly from the small dosage of pain. He then promptly started to scratch at the dirt with his foot, the bottom of his slipper getting dirty. Once Goth removed his foot, there was a clear spot in the dirt. He then took the feather in his hand, much like a pencil, and begun to write in the spot he cleared. “Does one deserve to be judged on the small speckled flaws of their character? Or does one deserve judgment on themselves as a whole being?” He wrote, smiling a bit as his surprisingly fancy writing was scratched out into the dirt.    Palette had looked over at the short sentence and smiled. “Your handwriting is very pretty,” Palette said. “Did you take this from a book or something?”    “No, I usually make these up myself,” Goth responded. “And thanks, it took me a while to learn how to do script. Eventually, it just kind of stuck with me.” Goth smiled up at Palette.    “Do you write often?” Palette asked.    “As often as I can,” Goth sighed softly and held his forearms. “I honestly wish I had more time to. I mean, I could do it in school, since no one does anything, but I’d get punished regardless.”    “I would just write at home if I were you,” Palette suggested.    “Can’t,” Goth responded bluntly. “Too many consequences.” Palette sighed but didn’t press on. He watched Goth scratch at the dirt again with his foot, making a clear area. He started to write once again. “What if the ‘nonsensical actions’ of a child were no longer misinterpreted?” Is what Goth had written in his fancy script writing. Palette felt slightly confused by the phrase but continued to watch him write. Soon enough, Goth stood up and dropped the feather. “Sorry Palette, I need to go…” Goth said, fluttering his wings a bit.    “Oh, alright! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Palette said, standing as well. “Bye Gothy!” Palette said and started to run, catching some air beneath his wings.    Once Palette was in the air, he facepalmed. “Really, Palette? Gothy? Are you kidding me?” He sighed softly and held onto his picture, making his way home.    Meanwhile, Goth had been walking home. He knew that the cracked and wonky sidewalk had been covered in some kind of grime, so the bottom of his somewhat soft slippers would get even dirtier. He approached his house once again, feeling his stomach lurch a small bit from the thoughts of what could happen. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. To his surprise, there was no yelling or agonized groans. Without thinking twice, Goth smiled. He hadn’t gotten beaten today, he got to see Palette, and he got to write a little without consequence. Could this day get any better? Of course not, was Goth’s immediate thought, but it didn’t falter his slightly crooked smile. He had suddenly decided to take a risk and go against his word. He was going to write.    He had started to approach the steps, feeling a slight freckle of confidence and a whole infection of doubt. Goth had half expected to be pulled back down the stairs, or suddenly pushed by Reaper, who might’ve been upstairs, but nothing happened. He smiled more and went into his room, locking the door quickly. He walked over to his desk and opened the drawer on it, which was filled with lined paper that he stole from the school over time. They were miraculously in perfect condition. Goth took out a pencil from the drawer as well, which had been a bit worn down. Goth then sat down, placing the paper in front of him and beginning to write.    After a few minutes, Goth immediately felt content. He smiled widely as his pencil laid out words on the page. “And I realize, the damp forest is brimmed with life as I feel small and soft bunnies brush gently against my ankles.”    A noise pushed Goth out of his content state. Reaper had arrived late and from what Goth could tell, he was not happy. Goth had started to scramble to put the paper away, but Reaper had unlocked the door. Reaper had come in and stared him down. “What were you doing?” He growled.    “I w-was….I…” Goth couldn’t get the words out. Reaper’s expression told him that he had to hurry up. “I was w-writing,” Goth said quickly and quietly. Reaper growled and grabbed him by the scarf, pulling up from the ground. Goth writhed like a scared animal as he choked. Reaper pulled him downstairs and into the kitchen. Goth started to cry, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. To Goth’s surprise and immense pain, Reaper flung him into the counter, making him scream and cough up blood. Reaper walked over to a drawer and pulled out a rather sharp knife. He then walked over to Goth, who was laying crippled on the floor. He pulled him up by the arm and pulled his sleeve down. His forearms were adorned with cuts and Reaper had begun to make fresh ones, making Goth sob hysterically. Once Reaper felt that his arm had been damaged enough, he moved onto the second one. He then dropped Goth and let the knife fall beside him, almost cutting him. He then promptly left.    Goth sobbed on the floor, his moments of happiness was crushed along with hopes. Nothing was left. Not even a freckle of it.

[theunderfreak777-blog]

Poth (Palette x Goth)

Palette and Goth were sitting under a cherry blossom tree in the park while talking "Hey Gothy? Have you ever heard the story of this tree?" "I haven't. What is the story?" "Well! If you confess your love to someone under this tree then they will love you in return." "Seriously Pally! That's cool! *thinks for a moment* Can I tell you something then?: "Sure Gothy!" "P-Palette...i like you...more that a friend I mean" "Well yeah! We are best friends!" "I mean more than that! I-I love you Palette!" "G-Gothy...I don't know what to say" "I can leave if you want..." "N-no!" Palette pulls Goth back to him into a kiss. Goth kisses back and wraps his arms around Palette's neck. Palette puts his arms around Goth's waist and pulls away from the kiss. "Like what you see~♡" Palette said to Goth who was staring at Palette's face. Palette and Goth soon walk back to Palette's house. They soon arrived in Palette's room. Goth pulled Palette into a deep kiss. Palette kisses back and picked Goth up slightly. Goth wrapped his legs around Palette's waist and licked Palette's bottom lip. Palette opened his mouth slowly for Goth. Goth put his tongue in Palette's mouth and wrestled with Palette for dominance. Somehow, Palette won and started to explore Goth's mouth. Once they pulled away, there was a trail of saliva between them. Palette broke it and layed Goth on his bed getting on top. Palette started to lick Goth's neck and soon found his sweet spot. Goth moaned surprising Palette, but he kept licking and gently biting that area. Before they could continue they heard the door open and looked to see Dream. @nekophy I POISONED GOTH AND PALLY

[hoodie-lover]

Master Post

UNDERTALE

In progress

Testing

Medium PG-13, unethical experimentation, implied murder, emotional/mental abuse, physical abuse, child abuse, evil Sans and Papyrus, nice Flowey, not Underfell, graphic torture

Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree

PG-13, light swearing, cute kids, young love, things will be coming, scary sights, Goth is a brat, Dream is a very strict parent and very protective, Ink is an idiot

One-shots/Complete

My Multiverse

Heavy PG-13, swearing, sex jokes, implied sex, near rape, torture, brainwashing, mind control, drug use, implied possession, fluff in between angst

Ironic Accusations

Light PG-13, brainwashing, implied abusive relationship, platonic and toxic brotherly love, Nightmare isn’t corrupted but is a huge *sshole to Dream, he was evil all along

Conspiring

Light PG-13, brainwashing, mind control, breaking bones, double agents, Dream is nuts

In Love

General audiences, fluff and angst, making up somewhat, falling out of love, minor character death, traumatized children

Papyrus Amongst Genocide

Teen and up audiences, Attempted Murder, Genocide Route, Faked Death, absorbing souls, Angst, Painful Death, Sad Papyrus , Sad Sans, Worried Sans, Sad Ending

King Papyrus

Gen fic, Post-Undertale Neutral Route - King Papyrus Ending, Worried Papyrus (Undertale), Give up giving up, new fallen human, human monster interactions, Papyrus is a good king, Sans is scarily efficient at rooting out corruption, Hopeful Ending

Poor Unfortunate Souls Nightmare Edition

PG, Song Parody, Disney Parody, Nightmare is creepy, Cross is desperate, Poor unfortunate souls, Soul Selling, Ursula!Nightmare, Ariel!Cross, Flotsam and Jetsome!Killer and Dust, 

A Friend Like Me Ink Edition 

G, Disney, Disney Songs, Song Parody, Disney Parody, Genie!Ink, Zack Maxie and Beatrice are all in place of Aladdin, I tried my best with the descriptions, i can't tag, Not Beta Read. We Die Like Men, Broomy is the rug and lamp

Be Prepared Nightmare Edition

Disney, Disney Songs, Parody, Song Parody, Scar!Nightmare, Monsters are hyenas, Undyne has regrets

Berry’s Little Secret

PG-13, Good and Evil, Secret Relationship, Secret Children, Spying, Blue is a spy, Not by choice, either that or his child is killed, Nightmare is a dick, Fake Marriage, Dustberry

Cancelled/Unfinished

My Multiverse Ask Event - Moved to another blog - Update here

It’s an ask event. Tags for My Multiverse apply ( Heavy PG-13, swearing, sex jokes, implied sex, near rape, torture, brainwashing, mind control, drug use, implied possession, fluff in between angst) plus memes and wholesomeness.

Credit - Please Read

Undertale - toby_Fox

HorrorTale - Sour-Apple-Studios 

ErrorSans, GenoSans, FreshSans - @loverofpiggies

Dream and Nightmare - @jokublog

DustSans - @ask-dusttale (Please tell me if I am wrong)

KillerSans - @rahafwabas

Underfell - Community

Underswap - Community

InkSans - @myebi (apologies for character assassination)

SwapFell - Community (Not sure please tell me if I am wrong)

OuterTale - @2mi127

ScienceTale - Not sure please tell me

Cross - @xtaleunderverse @jakei95

ReaperTale - @renrink

Sprinkle - @6agentgg9

Goth - @nekophy

Palette - @angexci 

Let me know if I missed anyone or credited the wrong person! 

I am so sorry it took me this long to add this. I am a trash human being.

I put this here so I would not have to add this to every post (70+) and you can get to all of them from here, so it shouldn’t be a problem, tell me if it is.

[ratpresenting]

1-100

Unusual asks! 1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify all the way, I have like, 40 playlists and I use it every day2. Is your room messy or clean?So messy, but I clean it up once it really bugs me3. What color are your eyes?Green-ish?4. Do you like your name? why?Not really, it's a really common name and i don't really feel it fits me, but I'm fine with it. My middle name is Elizabeth and I've always wanted to go by Eli but its too far gone now5. What is your relationship status? I'll stick with complicated6. Describe your personality in 3 words or lessFriendly, obnoxious, anxious7. What color hair do you have?Dirty blond8. What kind of car do you drive? color?I don't have a car, but if I'm saving up for one and its going to be a motorcycle, not a car. 📣(I hate everything about cars!!!)9. Where do you shop?Mostly thrift stores and consignment stores10. How would you describe your style?Like, 80s mom meets 90s grunge meets modern goth witch11. Favorite social media accountProbably twitter at this point12. What size bed do you have? Queen 👑13. Any siblings?A half-sister, shes a little older than me though, and she lives across the country, but i love her and miss her!14. If you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?Probably Eastern Canada because my family is super Canadian and i just love it there15. Favorite snapchat filter? Idk any really, I guess that one that makes ur eyes and mouth really big because my friend uses it alot and its so funny!16. Favorite makeup brand(s)Mostly Tarte and Urban Decay; Tarte because I'm allergic to most other shit and Urban Decay because I love the Naked palettes and I will suffer for them17. How many times a week do you shower?I wash my hair every few days but I shower like once a week in the winter and every couple days in the summer18. Favorite tv show?Brooklyn 99 or Game of Thrones19. Shoe size?8-ish20. How tall are you?5'9" if I stand up straight21. Sandals or sneakers? Depends on where I'm going, I like my feet to breathe, but boots and sneakers can be so cool and really put together and outfit22. Do you go to the gym? I have a gym membership that I sometimes use, but not having a vehicle right now is imposing on that23. Describe your dream dateA date that keeps going. Starting with food or drinks or whatever, and having such a good time that you keep it going and you go somewhere else, and another place. Enjoying each others' company so much that you don't want the night to end, even if that means staying up until the sun comes up. It doesn't matter if we're just sitting in a park talking and smoking cigarettes, its that neverending want that matters to me. 24. How much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?Cash, $12. I mostly use my debit card so i don't really carry cash25. What color socks are you wearing? I am not wearing socks right now because I am in bed but usually black26. How many pillows do you sleep with?1 under my head but usually at least 3 in my bed, well as all the shit thats on the left half of my bed27. Do you have a job? what do you do? Yes I work at a restaurant called Tokyo Joe's, I'm the unofficial assistant manager, and I am most often making sushi or taking out food and such.28. How many friends do you have? Including work friends I have 5, not including work I have 3. 29. Whats the worst thing you have ever done? Broke up a couple. Its whole thing.30. Whats your favorite candle scent? This candle I got from Ross, its tobacco leaf and Rose, but I'm more of an incense gal31. 3 favorite boy namesCharlie, Adrian, and Danny32. 3 favorite girl namesEli, Andi, and Dani (These and the last 3 are interchangable because I like genderless names)33. Favorite actor? Idk any off the top of my head, mostly because I kind of hate men, I really like Chadwick Boseman's acting, and I really like Leonardo DiCaprio as a person34. Favorite actress? This is really hard because I love lots of ladies, but acting wise I like Charlize Theron and Natalie Portman I guess? Idk I've seen like 7 movies. I love my gal Kristen Stewart though35. Who is your celebrity crush?I have several, more well known being the aforementioned kstew, and some lesser known names such as Lynn Gunn, Paris Jackson, and Hannah Hart36. Favorite movie? This is so hard, I guess the lotr trilogy because I can always watch that if I want to. I'm really more of a tv show kinda gal37. Do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I used to when I was younger, I stopped when my depression took over pretty much my whole life, but I've been slowly getting back into it. I used to read a lot of teen fiction and my favorite was always Harry Potter, but now my favorite book is probably Through the Looking Glass, just because I loved it as a kid and its a nice nostalgia read, as well as a unique and creative book.38. Money or brains? Always brains.39. Do you have a nickname? what is it? Not really but I wish I did!40. How many times have you been to the hospital?I myself have had to go to the hospital only once that I can remember, ( I crashed my motorcycle) but other than that a few times for visiting family/ friends41. Top 10 favorite songsIn no particular order-Anyone Else, Pvris-Somebody Else, The 1975-In A Week, Hozier-Cherry Wine, Hozier-Pork Soda, Glass Animals-Interlude 1, Alt-J-Agnes, Glass Animals-If I Believe You, The 1975-Obsidian, Trevor Hall-From The Dining Table, Harry Styles42. Do you take any medications daily? I'm supposed to take allergy medicine but I never do so no43. What is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)Kind of on the dry side, I'm a lucky shit though because I barely take care of it and its pretty nice and soft44. What is your biggest fear? Everyone hating me45. How many kids do you want? A couple, adopted only46. Whats your go to hair style?I have pretty short hair thats curly. The sides and back are short and the top is curly, parted on the left,so it hangs just above my right eye47. What type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Smallish condo with my ma!48. Who is your role model? Hannah Hart!49. What was the last compliment you received?My coworker said I have a very elegant air to me, especially when I tell stories, because I always cross my legs and i talk very extravagantly with my hands50. What was the last text you sent?My coworker Kaylee❤ dropped me off and I let her know I was in my house because you can't see my house from the street and she worries51. How old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?I don't think I ever believed in him?52. What is your dream car? I'm gonna replace car with motorcycle and its an Zero SR ❤53. Opinion on smoking?Unfortunately, I smoke. I love cigarettes! I smoke Newport 100s. I bought a vape to help me smoke less and it definitely helps!54. Do you go to college? Ya, I'm very slowly getting my associates at MCC55. What is your dream job? I have no idea, but something I enjoy doing, and hopefully something that makes changes for the better56. Would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? I truly just want to live in the middle of the woods and be a woodland witch 57. Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? No, I have too expensive of shampoo for that and thats a stupid waste of plastic.58. Do you have freckles? Not like the classic type, but I have some random ones on my body.59. Do you smile for pictures?Almost always60. How many pictures do you have on your phone? Over 200061. Have you ever peed in the woods? Yes, I've been camping several times62. Do you still watch cartoons? Not really63. Do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?I don't eat chicken nuggets because they are 1. Chicken and 2. Garbage64. Favorite dipping sauce? Balsamic vinegar or Sriracha, depending on what it is. 65. What do you wear to bed? I sleep nakey 66. Have you ever won a spelling bee?Maybe? I don't know67. What are your hobbies?Sometimes reading, sometimes writing, alot of staring at my wall in the dark while listening to music68. Can you draw? Not well, but thats not gonna stop me!69. Do you play an instrument?Nope70. What was the last concert you saw? I haven't been to a concert in a really long time but i think the 1975? 71. Tea or coffee?TeaStarbucks or Dunkin Donuts?72. Dunkin has better coffee but Starbucks has better literally everything else, and the Starbucks next to my work is literally my sanctuary and all the gals that work there are such sweethearts I love them all so much even though they probably hate me.73. Do you want to get married?Someday far from now, and really only for adoption purposes74. What is your crush’s first and last initial?Denied75. Are you going to change your last name when you get married? Idk it depends if their last name is coer than mine76. What color looks best on you? Probably blue but im partial to black77. Do you miss anyone right now? Yes78. Do you sleep with your door open or closed?Closed79. Do you believe in ghosts?Yes!80. What is your biggest pet peeve? Rudeness just to be rude81. last person you calledMy coworker Kaylee❤82. Favorite ice cream flavor? I'm more of a shaved ice or sorbet gal, but i love the Ben and Jerry's line of almond and coconut milk ice creams!83. Regular oreos or golden oreos? Lemon!84. Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? I guess chocolate? Rainbow sprinkles are literally flavorless sugar85. What shirt are you wearing? I was wearing an old '92 Hard Rock Cafe shirt from Hawaii that I snatched from my ma and turned into a crop too86. What is your phone background?My home screen is a golden sunset cloud photo I took a while back and my lockscreen is a picture i took in the woods of a tree with mushrooms growing on it87. Are you outgoing or shy?I am usually shy but I work customer service so if I have to be I can be very outgoing, its so draining though88. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Yes! Please do!89. Do you like your neighbors? I mean, I don't know them but 2 of the 3 smoke weed so they're probably pretty cool!90. Do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?Look it gets washed when it gets washed let's not discuss it91. Have you ever been high? I spent ages 17-19 almost exclusively high. I don't really remember a lot of it92. Have you ever been drunk? Yes, several times. I am a lovey drunk and I love to kiss when I'm drunk. Or cry. Just depends who I'm around93. Last thing you ate? Diced cucumbers with lemon and salt and some white rice with peanut sauce and onions94. Favorite lyrics right now"Where does your body go when I leave you alone?Would your heart know if I met you in a brand new set of bones?Cause you may see me in different bodiesHiding below with the same soul"Same Soul, Pvris95. Summer or winter? Winter, but only because I live in Arizona so winter means like, 70 degrees96. Day or night? I like being out and about at night but there's no where to go because everything is closed97. Dark, milk, or white chocolate? Only dark. Like, at least 80% dark98. Favorite month? I like October, the weather is nice and it has a fun atmosphere, plus Halloween!99. What is your zodiac sign?My Sun sign is Capricorn, but I have an Aquarius Stellium and I kind of identify with that more100. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Technically my cat this morning. I don't do alot of public crying. Lots of private crying though! I'm a big baby of emotions

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Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree Part 7

Chaos and Goth seemed like a good duo. Chaos was willing to teach Goth and Goth was willing to listen. Death hated how he had to watch his greatest failure, his biggest mistake, be in the mere presence of his son let alone teach him. But, he was desperate, who knew what Nightmare was planning. Well they did know what, but the how and when were the scary parts. Geno was also watching, but he was in lala land and Death didn’t bother him, he and Nightmare along with Nightmare’s Gang were close and friends during the Shattered incident, it must be hard for him.  

Geno remembered when Ink called them to the Doodlesphere to talk, and what he felt when he saw Nightmare, uncorrupted, and the rest of the Dark Sanses. Ink explained what happened and the fells had to be restrained to keep a full on brawl from breaking out. It was strange seeing them there, he had watched a lot of them go down their paths and it hurt to see it. He wanted to defend them, to protect them, keep them safe. And apparently Nightmare shared the sentiment.

“What do you want?” Nightmare asked him as Geno tried to talk to Killer.

“I want to talk to him. That’s all.” Geno had told the shorter Sans, though he didn’t really count according to Dream and himself.

“Let me make one thing clear, I remember everything I’ve done. So do understand Geno, I am still the King of Darkness. I will kill you if you hurt them.” He threatened and Geno nodded vigorously.

“I would never, unless it was self-defense, intentionally hurt them.” Geno said, knowing that Nightmare loved to find loopholes in deals and words to get the upper hand.

“Smart. You really are a version of them.” Nightmare had chuckled and the three perked up.

“You think we’re smart?” Killer said, and Geno was very curious as to why that even had to be said.

“Yeah, you’re on my side so you have to have some intelligence. Even though Geno here isn't on our team, he did consider it, so I know he wasn’t scooped up by the first group he met.” Nightmare said.

“You’ve never complimented us before.” Dust mumbled, and Nightmare flinched at that.

“Well, it seems that even I can make mistakes. You guys do good work, I’m honestly ashamed of the fact that I've never done that before.” Nightmare said and Geno smiled.

“Maybe getting uncorrupted reawakened some empathy? And appreciation, gratitude, care?” Geno said, making his voice and face as innocent and smug as he could.

“P-possibly.” Nightmare said, turning his back to the four of them.

“Geno, you’re good. I wouldn’t mind talking to you more.” Nightmare said, and that was how their interactions went for a few days, it took a lot of work, but he eventually broke through Nightmare’s thick skull. Figuratively, doing such a thing literally would be a death wish.

“Geno, do you think I’ll ever get Dream back?” Nightmare asked, walking into Geno’s room in the Doodlesphere. Each person involved had a room there they could stay in during emergencies. Nightmare had tears in his eyes and was beat up, whether it be from the fight he had with Shattered and his mind controlled minions or from the others who still didn’t trust him or had a chip on their shoulder, Geno had no clue.

“I don’t know.” Geno said, and Nightmare slammed into Geno as he sobbed.

Killer, Horror, and Dust later came in and helped Geno comfort Nightmare and they ended up sleeping in the same room.

Geno snapped out of another trip down memory lane and watched Goth and Chaos, Goth was pouting about how he couldn’t get it and was being consoled by Death.

In Nightmare’s hideout, he was giddy. He was ready to put his plan into motion and all he needed to do was kidnap Goth. That brat was instrumental in his plan to corrupt Palette and rule the multiverse.

“Boys!” Nightmare cried out, grinning like a maniac and watching his minions shift uncomfortably.

“Yes Master?” Killer said and Nightmare’s grin grew even more.

“Tonight, I want you to kidnap Goth, Geno’s kid. I need him, don’t hurt him, but do not be afraid to rough him up and scare him.” Nightmare said, giggling like a schoolgirl stalking her crush.

“Got it? You guys are smart, skilled, and loyal. You should be able to do this simple task.” Nightmare said, bouncing around as he thought about the potential misery he could create with this plan.

“Yes Master.” They said in unison.

“Great!” Nightmare said, drooling a bit as he still thought about what Dream’s reaction would be.

“Are you ok Master?” Dust asked and Nightmare looked at him.

“Yes. Thank you for asking. You’re so kind to me.” Nightmare said, petting Dust’s head.

The three skeletons left the room and were very much uncomfortable. They stood outside a dark castle in a field of lavender as they looked at the portal to Reapertale.

“You don’t want to do this either?” Horror asked and the other two nodded.

“Is Dream right? Is Nightmare, not Nightmare? I mean, he remembers all of that but he hasn’t been the same. And he knows how much Geno means to us, so, why would he ask us this?” Dust said, looking at the castle.

“He’s been nicer since then, not by much but he has. I just don’t know what to do.” Killer said, walking through the portal with his friends not far behind.

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Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree Part 6

Geno was standing in space as heard Ink tell him what Nightmare was planning. Time stopped and Geno was frozen in place. He was very active during the Shattered incident, even more so during the aftermath, and it was not pretty. It was hard to be around Dream during the aftermath, Dream was unresponsive and might have actually been in a coma the whole time. No one was actually sure what was going on. Nightmare, after getting recorrupted, took a lot of time off and the war restarted very awkwardly. In fact, it’s that awkwardness that really got Geno’s very complicated relationship with Nightmare’s minions started. 

Geno looked at Goth’s room, and then he wondered if them all being tired was really a coincidence or not. It made the eternally dying, but never dead, skeleton sick. Small memories from long ago, and almost forgotten, of a small snarky prankster that was willing to do anything to save his brother, slamming into Geno with the force of a wrecking ball. He hung up and called Death, telling him what was happening.

“I’m coming home.” Death said, he was only needed to get the stubborn souls or people that were particularly violent or bad people. He wasn’t tied to his work as much as people thought. Papyrus dealt with children and pure souls. 

Death was quick to appear, Geno not having enough time to put the phone down before the god teleported into the room with a puff of black smoke. 

“We need to tell Goth. He needs to know, this is Palette. The kid will tell Goth no matter what, and we don’t want Goth to have any wrong information. It was so confusing.” Geno said and Death nodded. 

“Goth, are you ok?” Geno asked and a muffled ‘yes’ came through the door.

“Can we come in? We need to talk to you.” Geno said and another muffled ‘yes’ came through the door and the two came in. 

Goth was in a cocoon of blankets and shaking, he had tear marks on his skull and was curled up, making himself look small. 

“Goth, are you sure you’re ok?” Death asked, sitting behind Goth as he freed him from his fluffy cage. 

“Yeah. I’m fine. What do you want to talk about?” Goth asked, he looked at Geno as he sat next to Goth. 

“Nightmare wants to try and corrupt Palette. And, we need to tell you why he wants to. And, you would eventually learn. It’s not something people like to talk about, it was a very strange and awkward two weeks.” Geno said, and Goth gasped. 

“What do you mean 'corrupt Palette’?! What does that mean?” Goth said, lunged forward at Geno. 

“Ink didn’t explain it, I don’t think they know what that means. But we’re going to protect Palette, and yourself.” Geno said, and Goth looked at Death. 

“Why would he want to do that?” Goth asked and Death sighed. 

“Because Dream corrupted himself years ago, and he wants to recreate that.” Death said, “And it was the most stressful time of our lives.” Death said and Goth froze. 

“What?” Goth said, he was holding his head as he tried to process what was just said.

“No one knows how it happened, Dream and Nightmare don’t remember. But we ended up teaming up with Nightmare for two weeks. It was really hard, since Nightmare’s original minions joined him. He tried to find a way to not get corrupted and uncorrupt Dream.” Geno said, and Goth was in shock. Geno looked at Death to explain the rest. 

“Dream, didn’t get any stronger. Magic wise, he couldn’t muster more raw power, but he had new abilities that made him the threat he was. No one knows how Nightmare got recorrupted, but after a while, things did go back to normal. It was almost as if everyone had an unspoken agreement to not talk about it.” Death said, and Goth sat quietly. 

“And Nightmare wants to corrupt Palette? Did he find out how Dream got corrupted?” Goth asked and his parents sighed. 

“We don’t know. But we need to keep you safe, Nightmare will probably target us, and I think he already has.” Death said, “We aren’t tired for no reason, this can’t be coincidental.” He finished and Goth’s face grew grim. 

“Train me. I want to know how to kick his ass.” Goth said, and Geno laughed.

“I’ll forgive your swear this one time.” Geno said, and Goth laughed as Death yawned. 

“Well, we’ll need to get going now. I am going to pass out soon.” Death said and he flew out of the room as Goth followed. 

When they got out of the house, Death stood on the ground, the grass wilting and shriveling up. Death was clearly uncomfortable, he shifted and let himself barely hover after a while. 

“So, you know how magic works. Correct?” Death said and Goth nodded. 

“It’s like moving a limb, you said that once.” Goth said and Death smiled. 

“Yep, I have. So, I want you to reach down, and feel for your magic. It’s there, you just need to find it. Should be easy, since you are mine and Geno’s child, you have a lot. More magic is generally easier to find, even unintentionally.” Death said and Goth closed his eyes as he held his hands over his soul. 

It was a while before Goth began to hover and his eye began to glow a dark red, though it was bright too somehow. 

“Good. Now I need you to focus and channel it into your hand, can you do that?” Death said, and Geno walked up to Goth and held him by his waist. 

A small knife appeared in Goth’s hand as he fell to the ground. He looked at it in fear and began to shake. 

“Sweetheart, knives aren’t bad. Just because you use one doesn’t mean you are bad.” Geno said he had told Goth about Frisk and their use of a knife, Goth was still uneasy about using them, even plastic ones. 

Goth nodded and Chaos appeared in a flash of yellow sparks. 

“I can help. I’ve been looking into what’s been going on-” Chaos said, but they were interrupted. 

“Eavesdropping.” Death corrected and Chaos rolled their eyes. 

“And I want to keep Gothy safe. He’s a good kid and I don’t want him to be sad.” Chaos grinned and Death raised an eyebrow, or the equivalent of. 

“You’re really bored aren’t you?” Geno said and Chaos gasped. 

“No I am not! Ok maybe I am.” Chaos relented and Death sighed. 

“I will supervise. But I will admit, you can be helpful when you want to be.” Death said and the dark pits Chaos had for eyes sparkled. 

“Thank you!” Chaos said, and they rested their bare feet on the grass, and it turned to black sludge and grime.

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And if you want a prequel about Shattered and what exactly happened, I would be more than willing to make it. That will make the ending of this story even more painful.

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Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree

Goth and Palette, the child of the god of death and an alternate timeline of the original and the child of the guardian of the universes and guardian of positivity respectively, were in love. Very few objected to the pairing, everyone was excited for the fact that the two children of the most powerful people in the multiverse were going to unite the multiverse once and for all.

“Goth!” Palette cried out as he ran into Goth’s room, present in hand.

“Palette!” The birthday boy cried out as he hugged and then kissed the side of his boyfriend’s skull.

“Happy birthday sweetie~. How are you?” Palette asked as he placed the gift on the dresser and kissed his boyfriend back.

“Amazing. And godly now that you’re here.” Goth said, giggling as he was kissed.

“Was that a pun?” Palette asked as he sat down on Goth’s large and fluffy bed, it almost ate him alive.

“Geno is or rather was Classic. Classic is the pun lord, puns are in my genes.” Goth replied as he flopped down next to his boyfriend.

“I see. So what are you going to do for your birthday?” Palette asked, looking over at his boyfriend, though his face was obscured by the fluffy blankets.

“This.” Goth said, holding his hands up and cheering.

“Anything else? This is your 13th birthday after all.”

“Out of literally infinite ones.” Goth said, scoffing.

“But 13 is special! You need to do something to celebrate it!” Palette urged, doing his best to climb over the mounds of blankets to reach his beloved.

“I am doing something to celebrate it, I’m with you~.” Goth said grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and pulling him towards himself.

“Get a room!” A voice called out, snarky, cruel, wicked.

“It's my room Chara! You get out!” Goth cried out, glaring at the ghost-like figure.

“Where’s the fun in that? How about you two just fu-” Chara said, but was cut off by a crash down the hall.

Their black dress, tattered at the ends, flowed like water and complemented their empty eyes and short burgundy hair. All of it was outlined by their paper white skin, deathly ill figure, and boney clawed hands. Goth was a skeleton and had thicker fingers, and a cleaner and brighter cloak.

“I’m staying here, who knows what that was. Though I would love to see the chaos that would and was caused by, this is more fun.” Chara said, winking suggestively.

Goth huffed, flipping his large white hood up over his one blank and lit eye. His red scarf fluttered as it settled.

“Don’t be an ass Chara. Leave us alone.” Palette said, crossing his arms. His sailor hat bounced as he jerked his head away. Though it wasn;t very far, the tight rainbow splattered sailor outfit didn’t allow for much movement.

“I’m bored ok! No one is yelling at you or pounding at your door with pitchforks and torches anymore! There’s no fun!” Chara complained, turning over on their back, still floating above the bed.

“Then go out and start a forest fire or something! Make an earthquake! Do something to cause panic!” Goth cried out, Palette sitting awkwardly.

“How about you go to my parent’s house? We can swap his vials and watch him freak out.” Palette suggested and Chara’s dark eyes gleamed.

“YES!” Chara screamed and Goth giggled.

“Sure.” Goth said, shrugging as an evil grin spread across his face.

Palette sighed as he regretted his suggestion. Chara opened a portal to a bright paper filled world, but Palley snickered as Chara rammed straight into a solid yet clear wall in the middle of the portal.

“What…?” Chara said looking at Palette with daggers.

“Only certain people, either powerful, politically or magically, or people I, or my parents trust can answer.” Palette said, remembering the reason Error and Nightmare hadn’t destroyed it or corrupted the easy to find universe.

“Get dunked on Chara.” Goth said, smiling a creepy ear to ear smile.

“I WILL KILL YOU!” Chara said, screaming and lunging at the duo.

The two kids screamed as Goth dragged Palette out of the room and they ran down the hall. Chara’s eyes dripped black as they barred large fangs and crawled on the walls and ceiling screaming eldritch nonsense.

“Dad! Help!” Goth yelled, his small feet pounding on the wooden floor of their cave situated house.

With a furious swipe of a large metal scythe, Death appeared in front of the two kids and they dove behind him, Palette not touching him.

“Stand down Chaos.” Death growled, holding his scythe in both hands.

“Death.” Chara spat, getting on all fours and snarling.

The standoff lasted five minutes before Chara got bored and vanished in a cloud of black smoke.

“You two ok?” Death asked, his eyes blank but loving and worried, it still made Palette uncomfortable.

“Yeah Dad.” Goth said as he hugged his dad.

“Palette? Did it hurt you?” Palette was taken aback by the use of ‘it’ but nodded his head.

“I’m going to call Ink and Dream to send you home Palette. I’m sorry this had to end so suddenly but you need to go.” Death said, slithering like a snake to the wall phone.

“I still can’t believe you have a wall phone.” Palette said, and Goth sighed.

“The house is old!” Goth protested and Palette kissed him on the cheek.

“Sure it is. Are you sure it’s not your old man?” Palette teased and Goth glared at him.

“Shut up!” Goth said, huffing as a portal opened and Dream embraced Palette, crying yellow tears.

“Palette! Are you hurt?!” Dream cried out, inspecting his son thoroughly.

“I’m fine! Sheesh!” Palette said, prying himself free from his dad’s grip.

“When Death called us I was so worried! Now what were you thinking sending Chaos the Doodlesphere’s way?! They would have hurt billions of people when they got distracted!” Dream scolded, getting on Palette’s level.

“They wouldn’t leave us alone.” Palette defended, but it was useless.

“Then ask Death. Don’t take Chaos into your own hands, you can’t handle them.” Dream said, hugging Palette once more.

“Ok. I won’t.” Palette said, nearly being suffocated by the tight hug.

“Dream! Palette! I can balance three pens on top of each other on my nose.” Ink said through the portal, Dream sighed.

“Awesome Ink. Now can you come see your son?” Dream said, less than enthused.

“Oh! Right!” Ink said and walked out of the portal. He had pens taped to pens and the stick taped to his nose bone.

Palette sighed as he was pat on the head by his dad, who was three inches taller than his son. Dream pushes Ink back through the portal and let Palette wave goodbye before the portal closed.

The Doodlesphere was bright. Really bright. The light was always downplayed when a portal was opened but the glowing was always on full display when it was not being viewed through a portal. Sure it was Palette’s home, but he needed sunglasses.

“I’m adding more!” Ink said as he taped more pens to the long stick and stood higher and higher on his tiptoes.

“Ok Ink.” Dream said, before sighing and bringing Palette inside their small cottage.

The cottage was very old fashioned and had a very rustic theme. Though it had electric lighting, running water, and plumbing, it was hard to see at first.

“Did Goth like his present?” Dream asked as he got out a cookbook and some plates and cups.

“We didn’t open it. We just talked for a while before Chara messes things up.” Palette explained, resting his chin on the table as he sat down in the kitchen.

“Ok. How about we call him later today? That way he can tell you how much he loved his gift.” Dream suggested and Palette smiled.

“I’d like that.” Palette said as Dream turned on the oven.

In Death’s house, Geno was organizing the presents, who they were from, size, how potentially dangerous they were. Geno had marked Palette’s the most dangerous, that kid was Ink’s child, the present could be literally anything.

“Daddy! Let me open Palette’s gift!” Goth whined, grabbing Geno’s scarf and yanking hard.

“Keep doing that and you’ll open it next week.” Geno threatened and Goth gasped.

“No! Please don’t!” Goth said, giving Geno puppy eyes.

“I may be half dead and dying but I don’t have a weak will. You’ve used those puppy eyes too much Goth.” Geno said, cracking a slight smile.

“No fair! Dad!” Goth yelled and Death appeared before them.

“Yes my dear child?” Death said and Geno faceplalmed.

“Tell Daddy to let me open Palette’s present to me!” Goth pouted, his small hands making trembling fists.

“Sorry squirt. I can’t argue here.” Death said, picking at his nonexistent nails.

Tears formed in Goth’s eyes as he sat down, legs and arms crossed, on the floor, looking at the ground.

“Keep up that attitude and you’ll not be opening any presents until next week. Palette’s in two.” Geno said, and Goth flopped on the hardwood, spread out like he was going to make a snow angel.

“I’m sorry. I just really want to open his present.” Goth said.

“We know. But you are 13, you can’t be throwing fits anymore, you really should’ve stopped at age two. But when I was your age I started reaping souls, and most gods do their work when they turn 13. So this is an important age for you.” Death explained, picking up Goth and cradling him in his arms, the fabric was silky and soft like a cloud.

“Death, when you put Goth down, can you help me with the presents?” Geno asked and gestures to a pile of about 10 presents on the counter.

“Sure babe.” Death said as he placed Goth down. “Goth we need you to go upstairs. I doubt you want to be spoiled.” Death said and Goth hugged as he went to his room.

“You really want to train him?” Geno said when Goth was out of earshot.

“Yes. Mine and my brother’s powers, and that of every god, manifested when we were 13. I don’t want him to reap someone he shouldn’t simply because he wasn’t trained.” Death said, inspecting the presents carefully.

“I know. But we promised, when we start to train him, we tell him and let him open the now 39 secret presents he’s gotten.” Geno said, sighing a heavy sigh.

“I know. And I know that Goth isn’t ready for that, he’d tell Palette, who’d remind Ink, and then Ink will spread the information around like wildfire and we’ll need to go into hiding. But if we start to trust the power of life and death in his little hands, we should be able to trust him with this.” Death said, looking over and Geno.

“So it’s not Goth we’re worried about.” Geno said.

“I thought you were against it.” Death said, pointing a finger.

“Devil’s advocate. And if we can keep Ink quiet, wishful thinking I know, then we won’t have to worry.” Geno said, lowering Death’s hand.

“Think we can call in a favor from Dream?” Death said and Geno shrugged.

“Don’t see why not.” Geno said, kissing Death.

“Alright.” Death said, returning the kiss.

After a quick call to set up a viewing portal so Palette could see Goth open his present to him, they were ready to party. The cake was thirteen layers, had rainbows all over it, and had small versions of Goth and Palette on it. All in all, it looked like a wedding cake but the duo designed it together.

“Make a wish Goth.” Geno said as he held his phone, ready to take the shot.

Goth blew out the candles, one on each level, in a single divine breath. As divine as a 13-year-old can be. Everyone, which included Palette via the portal, Geno, Death, and Life or Reapertale!Toriel. Dream was there by proxy, but he was listening in if something bad happened as he made lunch.

“What did you wish for?” Palette asked, his face close as it could be to the viewing portal.

“For us to be together forever!” Goth cheered and everyone awed as the two blushed and tried to kiss each other on the cheek.

“Who wants to open presents?” Geno asked, holding most the the presents in his two arms and putting them on the table, somehow not hitting the cake with his view obstructed.

“ME!” Goth yelled, taking a fistfull of uncut cake and stuffing it in his mouth as he grabbed Palette’s present.

The present was small and rectangular, with a large pink bow and white wrapping holographic paper. Goth ripped the paper to shreds and threw the bow across the room, stuffing more cake in his mouth until Geno picked him up and held him but the arms until he calmed down and Geno was able to cut the cake so no one would be contaminated.

When Goth had massacred the present, he saw a leather bound book with a yellow glass disk on the front and Goth’s name printed in calligraphy at the bottom.

“They can be used to talk. When I write something in mine, it appears in yours. You can tell when the circle glows. I have a copy but it says my name and the circle is red.” Palette explained and Goth began to cry from joy.

Dream refused to take down the viewing part of the viewing portal, he was still paranoid about Chaos. Palette even threw a Goth style fit about it and was promptly grounded for a week.

It was then he closed the portal. Life gave Goth a large and suffocating, but very fluffy, hug and vanished in a shower of golden sparks.

“I see why she was your first pick. Life is really sweet.” Geno said and Death blushed.

“Well I hadn’t met you yet.” Death defended, but Geno gave a small chuckle and gave Death a small kiss on the cheek.

“If you prefer me over a god, does that mean I’m divine?” Geno said, and Goth was gagging and hiding under a pile of pillows.

“You’re more than that. You’re Geno.” Death said as he returned the kiss and Goth was fake crying from his fort.

“Alright Goth. If you’re going to be like that, but there is something we’ve been talking about and want to tell you.” Death said, and Goth peeked out from his fortress of solitude.

“What is it?” Goth asked, and his parents sat next to him, one on each side.

“As you know, gods develop their powers at age 13, though domain may be known beforehand. Since today you are turning 13, we have decided to see if you have inherited any of my power.” Death explained, and Goth was ecstatic.

“That sounds awesome!” Goth cheered, but Geno had a somber look on his face.

“But there’s something else we need to tell you.” Geno said, sighing a shaky breath.

“What is it?” Goth asked, tilting his head.

“Before I knew about the multiverse, this is actually how I found out, I was in contact with, friends with, and nearly recruited by the Dark Sanses. Specifically Horror, Dust, and Killer.” Geno said and Goth’s jaw nearly dropped. “That was the primary reason no one trusted me when your dad and I were dating. They were scared I was a spy.” Geno explained, and Goth was silent. “And since you were born, they gave you presents. One from each every year, so you have 39 unopened presents in the Save Screen right now. They are in quarantine because I don’t know how dangerous they are.” Geno finished and Goth was silent, both his eyes blank.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Goth asked, hugging his knees.

“You’d tell Palette, and Palette would remind Ink and then, you can see what would happen. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust you, but we were worried about Ink. And we could tell you not to tell Palette, but that would do nothing to stop you. We’re not punishing you for being open with him and we did plan on telling him soon, but can you understand why we were and are scared?” Geno asked and Goth nodded his head.

“Ink has no inhibitions. The whole multiverse would know within the day.” Goth laughed, but he had a question. “Why are you telling me now if you’re scared of Ink?”

“We weren’t sure how on board Dream would be, but if you are going to learn and maybe use the power of Death himself, I honk you should know.” Geno said.

“Ok. You’re ok with me telling Palette?” Goth said and his parents nodded.

“But let us talk to Dream.” Death said and Goth cheerfully nodded.

“Is that it? Can I open the presents now?” Goth asked, giving his cutest puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t see why not. But not right now, we need to get those set up.” Geno said and Goth slightly melted at the news, but was content.

Palette was thrilled when he was the red circle on his journal light up. Sure he was grounded, but Goth probably didn’t know that, and what harm would a single conversation do? They had to test it out sometime.

“Guess what my parents just told me?” Goth had written.

“Where babies come from?” Palette seriously guessed, it took a second for what he said to process.

“Ew. No. And I already knew that.” Goth replied, drawing a cute gagging emoji.

“Then what is it?” Palette was on the edge of his seat.

“Geno knows the Dark Sanses. Horror, Killer, and Dust have been sending me birthday presents for 13 years and they didn’t tell me until now! Daddy said he doesn’t talk to them anymore.” Goth said and Palette’s jaw had dropped.

“How?! Aren’t they evil murderers?” Palette asked and Goth was quick to reply.

“Yeah. But this was before he met my Dad. So he had the excuse of ignorance.” Goth explained and Palette sighed in relief.

“Are your parents ok with you telling me this?” Palette asked cautiously.

“Yeah. But they want to talk it over with Dream so Ink won’t tell everybody.” Goth said and Palette agreed.

“Ink is an idiot.” Palette said, giggling.

“Now what are you laughing about?” Ink said, resting an arm in the door frame and smiling.

“Ink’s at my door. Gotta go. Love you.” Palette wrote and Goth said goodbye.

“Just a joke Goth sent me.” Palette lied, pushing a tiny bit of the aura he could do, it was nothing compared to Dream but it was good for white lies, when he wasn’t fooling Dream who was immune.

“I see. What was it?” Ink asked and Palette froze.

“Y-your sanity?” Palette replied, shrugging as he saw Ink blank out for a moment.

“That’s not just a joke. That’s a fact.” Ink said and Palette gave a sigh of relief internally.

“Yeah.” Palette agreed as Ink sat down next to him.

“So, you know you’re grounded right?” Ink reminded Palette and the child froze.

“Don’t tell Dream please!” Palette begged and Ink laughed.

“It’ll cost ya. And I’m adding another fine onto that for the use of your aura to lie to me.” Ink said and Palette cursed internally. “I may be an insane idiot but I am perceptive.” Ink commented and Palette relented, flopping down on his small white wood bed.

“What’s the currency?” Palette asked, preparing his will as Ink thought with a devilish smirk.

“Your desert. All of it for a week after you're ungrounded.” Ink said and Palette gasped.

“You heathen!” Palette screamed as he threw his pillow at his father.

“Oh you’ve done it now.” Ink said as his eyes turned red and one turned into a target sign.

“Crap.” Palette said aloud and both children froze.

“Palette? Did you swear?” Dream asked from downstairs.

“No.” Palette lied and Ink was quiet as well.

“I’m coming up.” Dream said and the two boys looked at each other, sweat dripping from their skulls.

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Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree Part 5

Palette was not to be alone in the house without his parents in the room or being nearby. They kept a certain distance, but Palette was under constant supervision. Dream also told Geno and Reaper what happened, and to be on the lookout. They were the best way to get to Palette after all.

“So, Palette, why did you lie when you said you didn’t know how Nightmare got in here?” Ink said and Palette froze.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Palette said, he didn’t want Goth to get in trouble.

“Palette, I know you’re lying. We need to know, if we don’t know how Nightmare got in here, we can’t protect you. I don’t want him to get you.” Ink said and Palette looked away.

“I don’t know.” Palette said, and Ink sighed.

“I just want you to be safe. I want you to be able to trust me.” Ink said, hugging Palette tightly.

“I know. It’s just, I don’t think it can do anything. I’m not even sure he left.” Palette admitted and Ink held him tighter.

“We’ll protect you. No matter what.” Ink said. “And Dream told me you lied. We all know I’m too dumb to notice that stuff.” Ink joked and Palette laughed.

“You sure are.” Palette said, laughing.

“Please, how did he get in?” Ink pressed, and Palette trembled.

“You’ll get mad.” Palette said, and Ink’s face grew grim.

“Are you responsible in any way? Did you let him in?” Ink asked, and Palette shook his head.

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know it would! I just opened a book and he popped out. Honest.” Palette blurted out, crying.

“Ok. I’m going to tell Dream. Are you going to be ok?” Ink asked, and the young child shook his head.

“Alright. Let’s go find Dream.” Ink said as he picked up Palette as he looked around their house.

Ink and Palette looked around the house until they found Dream taking a nap on the couch, he was purring like a cat as he snuggled a teddy bear. It was a commonly known fact that Dream never slept alone, up until the apple incident that it, so he often had to sleep with something or someone to cuddle to feel safe.

“Where did he get that teddy bear?” Palette asked and Ink shrugged.

“Forgot.” He said and Palette laughed.

Dream has had more pleasant Dreams, though implying any of his subconscious activity is pleasant is far too generous. He wanted to see if Nightmare would try to harass him in his sleep or give him an ominous warning or some sorts that wouldn’t actually be helpful. But it seemed he was trapped in a dark void until he woke up, though he knew that the lack of anything in his dream was Nightmare’s doing.

“Come on out. I know you’re there.” Dream said, growling.

“Brother!” A small voice cried out, and Dream looked behind him as he saw a shocking sight.

His brother uncorrupted was there, crying as he ran into Dream;s arms. He was smaller than the yellow brother, reaching his waist as he grabbed him tightly.

“I missed you.” He said, nuzzling Dream.

“You’re not real.” Dream said, he didn’t bother hugging the smaller back.

“Smart.” Nightmare said, his voice deep and velvety.

Nightmare grew to Dream’s height, dark tar covering him and his clothes becoming more casual.

“So, why do you want to see me? I thought you didn’t want to see me ever again.” Nightmare said, remembering their last confrontation.

“What do you want? Why are you targeting my son?” Dream snarled, clenching his fists.

“He has such an interesting parentage. Technically the grandchild of the creators themselves, and embedded with positive emotions, yet no connection to the tree at all. And he’s my nephew! Why can’t I see him? And we can both relate to your strict tendencies. Sugar is good. We both have had to sneak behind your back to get a taste of that deliciousness.” Nightmare said, pouting.

“I was six! I had no idea what it was and was paranoid! I have changed, and so have you. You are not my brother, and he is not your nephew! I may have once said you were, a long time ago, but I know better.” Dream said, looking away from Nightmare.

“It seems you really have changed. Sad, I was hoping to meet Him again.” Nightmare said, still pouting.

“Shattered is dead! You killed him!” Dream screamed, standing up tall.

“I did. Didn’t I? The funny part was, he wanted me back. Shame, Shattered would help me. You would have helped me. We could have bonded and been together. But, I think I have a compromise.” Nightmare said, clapping his hands together as his eye turned into a star.

“You will not!” Dream said, realizing what Nightmare meant.

“Wakey wakey Dreamy. I think your husband and child need you.” Nightmare said, waving goodbye as he vanished.

Dream jolted up in a panic as he held his mouth, trying not to scream. He held his teddy bear close as he looked at Ink and Palette.

“Hey.” He said, shaking as he got up.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Ink asked, holding Palette close.

“Yes. And I know what he wants.” Dream said, looking at Palette and then Ink.

“He wants to replicate the Shattered incident, but with Palette. I think that’s what he wants, he talked about it and he also tried to relate his situation pre-apple incident to Palette’s.” Dream said, and Ink gasped.

“What’s Shattered?” Palette asked and Dream sighed.

“You know how the Nightmare we know isn’t my brother?” Dream said, making Palette even more confused.

“Yeah?” Palette said, this was basic knowledge.

“I didn’t always think that way. I thought I could save him. I learned the hard way that I couldn’t.” Dream said, “Sit down, I need to tell you a story.” Dream said and he brought them to the couch.

“Ink, can you tell Geno and Reaper that Nightmare wants to recreate Shattered with Palette? They need to know.” Dream said and Ink nodded.

“What are you talking about?” Palette asked and Dream sighed.

“I corrupted myself. That’s who Shattered is.” Dream said, and Palette gasped.

“How?! Aren’t there no black apples left?” Palette asked, holding his head.

“There aren’t, Nightmare and I don’t remember how it happened, corrupting and uncorrupting apparently cause small bits of amnesia. But anyway, when I got corrupted, Nightmare became uncorrupted, he tried to uncorrupt me without getting recorrupted. He failed. That experience taught me that the person I’m fighting is not my brother, Shattered was not me, I could never say he was.” Dream said, and Palette was zoning out.

“Palette? Are you ok?” Dream asked, and Palette looked at him.

“Nightmare wants to corrupt me.” Palette said, “That’s what he meant by experimenting with my magic.” He said, and he buried his head in Dream.

“It’s ok.” Dream said, hugging Palette.

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Palette and Goth Sitting in a Tree Part 2

The Save Screen was dark and lifeless. Goth had only been there once, and it was enough for him to hate it. But there was now a pile of very colorful birthday presents in the middle, 39 of them. Every three of them marked with a number 1-13 marking what age Goth they were intended for. 

“I’ll let you start where you want to.” Geno said as Goth took a step to the ones intended for him this year. 

A pink one was from Killer, it was small and quaint, neatly wrapped with little flare. Dust’s present was hastily wrapped, different wrapping papers taped crudely to the box and a few bows stapled on. The final one was Horror’s and it was cute with white wrapping paper and a card. 

“Dear Goth, I hope you have a wonderful birthday this year. I hope you have a great cake, I’d make you one if I could.” Goth appreciated the card and the 20g that came with it. And then Goth noticed every present from Horror had a card on it. 

“I’ll open this one.” Goth said as he sat down and carefully peeled back the wrapping. 

It was a toy gun. It had some foam bullets and a cool design, it said Nerf on the box. Goth was pleasantly surprised at the gift and showed his parents.

“At least it’s not a bomb.” Geno said, and Death looked at him.

“You seriously thought they’d send a bomb?” Death asked and Geno nodded. 

“Even before I knew what they did they seemed like the type to do that.” Geno explained and Goth dropped the box, but he didn’t move a nonexistent muscle.

“Great.” Goth said as he turned his attention to the other 38 gifts.

Dust had given him a dagger, it was clean and clearly good quality. But, a dagger.

“That’s to be expected.” Geno commented as Goth put the dagger down nicely. 

Killer had given him a video game console and a few new games. Some of which Goth was actually interested in before. 

“We’ll need to check it for viruses.” Geno said and Death nodded. 

The rest of the gifts were in that fashion, Dust gave weapons, Horror gave toy weapons and Killer gave traditional gifts like games and sports gear. But when they got to the gifts geared towards a toddler or baby there were just soft toys, and knife plushies from Dust, and onesies.  

“I have a feeling they had to stop Dust from giving a baby me a real knife.” Goth commented and his parents nodded. 

“You know, a lot of those gifts we could have used when you were younger. Especially the teething ring.” Death said, shuddering at the memory. 

“Definitely.” Geno said laughing.

“At least I got 260g out of this. Really, Horror has some cash.” Goth said, counting the money. 

“You realize it was probably stolen?” Geno said and Goth sighed. 

“I know, but it's still 260g. I’ll give ¼ of it to charity.” Goth said. 

“Half and the other goes to a savings account.” Death said and Goth shrank. 

“That sounds like a good idea.” Geno said and Goth scooped up all the gold and ran away, deeper into the save screen. 

“Nope.” Geno said as he teleported to Goth, picked him up, and teleported back. “This was your idea.” Geno said and Goth pouted. 

“No it wasn’t!” Goth screamed as he tried to kick his way to freedom, though he didn't get very far when Death used blue magic to stop him. 

“I didn’t mean to do it that hard. But if you throw another fit,” Death looked at Goth, “it will not be pretty. You understand?” Death asked and Goth nodded. 

“You know we want to trust you, but if you throw a fit like this, we won’t be able to trust you to handle the things we need to trust you to do.” Death said as he released Goth’s soul. 

“I know.” Goth muttered, crossing his arms. 

“Let’s go and organize these gifts.” Geno said as they gathered everything together and left the save screen behind. 

Dream’s footsteps were a sound Palette and Ink feared, Palette hid the journal and set the pillow on top of it. Ink watched the door and held his breath. Dream entered the room with a small smile and dark glare in his eye. 

“Might I ask what is going on here?” Dream asked, his smile dropping and crossing his arms. Though he wore a frilly apron and had large rubber gloves, he was terrifying. 

“Talking.” Ink said and Palette nodded. 

“About?” Dream asked, taking a step closer. 

“My awesome pencil balancing skills!” Ink announced and Palette once again nodded. 

“Since when were you balancing pencils? I thought you were balancing pens.” Dream said and Ink froze. 

“Both! I was just balancing pencils! Sadly you missed it!” Ink said, sweating and Palette was contemplating his will. 

“And where might these pencils be?” Dream asked, now barely an inch from his lover’s face. 

“I forgot.” Ink said and Palette sighed internally. 

“Palette, do you know where these pencils might have gone?” Dream asked, looking over at his son. 

“Nope. They fell in a portal and I don’t know where it lead.” Palette said, and Dream lost his death glare. 

“Alright. Also, if I find out you’ve been talking to Goth with that journal again, you’re getting 3 days added per offense.” Dream said. “Lunch is in 30 minutes.”

“How’d you know?” Palette asked.

“I can see a glowing red light under your pillow and I can see an open pen on your bed.” Dream said and Palette shrunk. 

“I’m sorry.” Palette said and Dream kissed him on the forehead. 

“I forgive you. We’re having soup, vegetable.” Dream said as he walked out of the room, stopping in the doorway.

“And Ink, you are not getting Palette’s desert. In fact, I will be getting yours for as long as Palette is grounded.” Dream said and Ink got up and followed Dream begging him to have mercy, Dream however was ruthless. 

 Palette checked the journal, though his more maternal parent was the scariest, both of his parents were often out of the house, leaving Palette free to gorge himself on forbidden sweets and treats like chocolate milk with his meal and cereal outside of breakfast. And while Ink begs, Palette will be free to talk with his one true love. 

“I’m back. Wait, are you safe? I fucked up didn’t I?” Goth wrote and Palette laughed. 

“Dream would’ve found out anyway. So you didn’t get me in trouble.” Palette wrote. 

“Ok.” Goth said and the two young loves would write until Palette was called down for lunch. Where he was greeted by a somber Ink resting his chin on the table with rainbow tears falling on the table cloth.

“Do not be tricked by the sad display.” Dream said as he placed a china bowl filled with a savory broth and floating vegetables in front of Palette.

They did not expect a dark force to be looking in, and eying the young child, Palette to be specific. Nightmare stalked his nephew, as it was easy to view the Doodlesphere, but hard to get in. The kid was a rule breaker though considering the rules, Nightmare thought nothing of his nephew’s schemes. 

But when he could see Goth, his nephew’s lover, and by this rate nephew-in-law, he got devilish ideas. How he could use them, Goth was being trained and Palette was so moldable, one little incentive or mistake and Palette would be all his. His minions were good, but Nightmare had long thought of an heir, or a right hand man, something none of his servants or soldiers could provide. And with a reaper on his side, he’d conquer the multiverse in days. Everyone would be so distraught, they’d give him power unlike anything seen before. 

Though his best bet was those journals, if the kids were as predictable as he thought, they’d carry those journals with them everywhere. So naturally, corrupting the journals would be easy, they contained basic magic with no speciality added. Their dreams, their minds, would be his playground and he could use them in any way he pleased. The future looked bright, or miserable depending on your perspective. 

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