#Unma writes

[unma]

Why?

aka I finally finished my Yandere Frisk fic.

Rating: Mature

Ships: Yan!Frisk/Sans (previously mutual, now somewhat one-sided, though to what extent is up to your interpretation)

AU: Underfell

Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Main Character Death, A few Non-Con elements (it's minor and towards the end, and doesn't go past kissing)

Word Count: 10, 427

Summary:

What is love, if not sharing in pain?

Sans thought they'd gotten their happy ending, as perfect as things could be. They were still in the underground, sure, but he had his friends, and things were slowly getting better.

He'd made the rookie mistake of still having hope.

And now that everything he knew was gone, all he was left with was that pain, and a single lingering question.

(My comments here are going to be different from the fic's notes).

Woah, this is my first fic since tumblr fixed my blog. Make no mistake though, this fic is old. Really old. I've been working on it for at least three years old. There have been a lot of rewrites, but I couldn't give up on this. I love yanderes. I needed to see this through.

I do like the old versions, though, so I'll be posting the alternate versions I never finished. I'll need to add a bit more of what I was going to write, but those will likely remain as unedited as possible, because I wanna show how far I got before I decided it needed to be rewritten.

This fic definitely could've been revised more. Been rewritten more. But like. After 3 years? I think I've done enough to finally release this into the wild.

[unma]

This took me a good while but hey, I needed a prompt. This was some fun while I took a break from my other WIPs. Cross-posted to AO3 here. Hope you enjoy!

Frisk let out a sigh of exhaustion as she collapsed onto her office chair. She was completely and utterly done with this, tired both mentally and physically. Politicians could be such pieces of shit to deal with, the corrupt bastards caring for nothing but making themselves richer while others suffer more. She couldn’t understand them. She likely never would, but all the same, she still had to deal with them. Convincing the bastards to listen to reason was like expecting a cat to listen to you.

“You okay?”

Sans’s head peeked through the door, his concern evident in both his voice and expression. That was to be expected, he’d just witnessed her stomping off to her office in frustration the moment she was done with her last meeting for the day. She still had more work, but nothing that would piss her off more. Regardless, it wasn’t a good idea to keep working in this mood.

“Something go wrong? A dumb politician making unreasonable demands?”

“No, nothing went wrong. Nothing got better either, but I’ve gotten used to that at this point.”

Sans gingerly stepped into the room, deciding that it’d be better to have the door closed for what she was going to say. He silently shut the door behind him, hoping his entering Frisk’s office wouldn’t draw any attention to what was going on.

Frisk's slammed her fist on the desk the moment the door was closed. “Those dogshit politicians are such a fucking pain to deal with. Those corrupt utter disgusting shits, trash in human skin. I cannot believe the fucking audacity these idiots have! Do they think they can publically call for our discrimination and try to pass laws to limit our fucking rights but act nicely in private? Lord I ought to beat one of them up these days.”

Sans remained silent for a moment, waiting to see if she’d continue. When she instead huffed with annoyance, he decided to speak. “…Alright. Did voicing that out help you feel better?”

“A little, though I admit, the image of hitting some corrupt politician square in the jaw is growing stronger in my head.” Frisk chuckled as she said this, her anger starting to fade.

“Can’t say I don’t feel the same sometimes.” Sans moved over to Frisk’s desk. “Oh yeah, I was supposed to tell you this once the meeting was done. Undyne’s gonna be busy for the rest of the day. Something about helping Asgore with official business, but she didn’t elaborate.”

From the sudden downcast expression on her face, Sans could tell she wasn’t particularly happy about that news.

“Say, do you happen to have any cigarettes on you?”

“Yeah… but Tori isn’t gonna be too happy if she finds out I’m giving you some.”

“Then we’ll just make sure she doesn’t find out.”

He sighed. As far as he knew, cigarettes were bad for humans. He didn’t understand why they’d use them in the first place given their long-term detriments, but humans didn’t seem to care. Come to think of it, there was a lot of stuff that applied to. A lot of humans just couldn’t care enough about whether the stuff they used was harmful in the long term as long as it felt or tasted good.

As for Sans, well, skeletons didn’t have lungs.

He opened his palm and a single box of cigarettes appeared out of thin air and fell into it. The box showed signs of use and a bunch of cigarettes were missing. Frisk supposed Sans had been smoking recently, but he’d told her recently that he was trying to kick the habit.

She probably should too, but it really did help her relax.

She took out a single cigarette and the box vanished from Sans’s hand, a lighter reappearing in its place. He carefully lit her cigarette for her before returning the lighter to his inventory.

“Thank you.” She took a puff of the cigarette, letting out a breath of relief. “That helps… a lot.”

“No problem.” Sans said nothing as the smoke wafted through the room. With a snap of his fingers, the windows flew open. It’d probably raise some eyebrows if Frisk’s office started to smell of cigarettes and Sans didn’t want to deal with being reprimanded by the Queen again.

Frisk paid no mind to this. She was too consumed with her thoughts, finally snapping herself out of her trance with a sigh. Undyne being around helped her a lot, especially in the emotional support department. Undyne was a great bestie. Without her here it’d take longer for her to fully calm down. Sans was usually off on other small jobs or acting as the Royal Judge in meetings, so he wasn’t usually there while she was working. But, then again…

“Sans, are you going to be busy today? Any meetings or extra jobs?”

Sans glanced at her, a knowing look on his face. He looked at his wrist, though Frisk knew full well Sans wasn’t wearing a watch. “Huh, it seems like my schedule for today is clear. Paps is busy and I have nothing to do, so I guess today’s gonna be a tad boring.”

Frisk smiled at his response. “Why not just stick with me then?”

The offer to take on more work wouldn‘t even be tempting usually and Sans would immediately shoot it down as hard as he could. Spending more time with his favorite human, however?

His grin widened. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Drawing Prompt

draw Ambassador Frisk smoking.

[progg]

Chapter 403 Thoughts

Here are my thoughts on Chapter 403 of Hunter x Hunter, “Results”.

Intertextuality

I’m always surprised by the amount of intertextuality in the Succession Arc.

I’ve never really seen a shonen manga that makes "highbrow" references like this (for Anime, only Sonny Boy comes to mind). By highbrow, I mean media that is considered part of a more “serious” or “adult” culture. It’s just one of the ways I think Togashi is pushing the boundaries of shonen and knocking on the door of something more.

Halkenburg’s Illness

It seems Halkenburg’s illness is not the result of Balsamilco’s poison. He simply fainted after transferring his soul to Balsamilco’s body, entering a state similar to Sumidori.

Balsaburg is lying to Benjamin here, but it's sort of a half-truth. Technically, Halkenburg's condition is a result of his ability, just not in the way he described. (I also want to mention that Benjamin falsely believes Halkenburg is faking his illness to postpone the trial. This is yet another instance of a character coming to a reasonable but incorrect conclusion due to asymmetrical information. In my opinion, this is very difficult thing to write. Togashi has been doing it consistently since Welfin!)

However, the question still remains: how is Halkenburg going to die if he isn’t poisoned? Not to mention, how was he able to make sure his own soul was transferred into Balsamilco instead of someone else’s? There’s still a lot we don’t know about Halkenburg’s ability.

Unma is Halkenburg’s Biological Mother

Unma being Halkenburg’s mother was predicted by some fans. I stayed away from writing about it because it was a theory based solely on visual clues (not unlike the Sheila=Pariston theory), but I always accepted it as a possibility. Mostly, I’m just excited we are getting more characterization for the queens, who I think will play an increasingly important role in the Succession Contest.

Unma in particular has an imposing appearance and looks to be crazy tall!

Is it just me or is she almost twice the height of that maidservant?!

Nen Lessons

I’m also keeping an eye out for Sarahell, Camilla’s guard, who is planning on cursing Woble very soon!

[somethingclevermahogony]

OC Facts Tag

Thank you for the tag @drchenquill!

Rules: Make a list of fun facts about your OCs. Like a headcanon list if you will. Except it’s canon.

I've been doing Narul a lot recently, so for this one I'll stick with the Line of Asher; Ninma, Hutbari, and Akard.

Ninma

Ninma is the youngest person in the Line of Asher and has 14 siblings (all half-siblings). They are, from oldest to youngest: Bazus, Kota, Hiru, Unma, Ladaru, Asher, Mushadi, Gelabi, Sema, Fifina, Farut, Mosira, Tizanush, and Uridush. Of the five girls all but Mosira and Ninma have been married off to far off countries, the rest of the siblings all still live in Labisa. Ninma gets along best with her youngest sibling, Uridush. She regularly butts heads with her eldest brother, Bazus.

Ninma's favorite poem is "The Crashing Waterfall" a less than age appropriate story about an inebriated nobleman.

Ninma names all of the lizards that she catches Tamel. This is because none of her siblings have this name and it is one of the few kingly names that she can remember.

Ninma has very expensive tastes. She enjoys saffron, trout, red-meat, eel, and eastern peaches.

Ninma loves to climb and has broken two of her fingers already.

Her favorite color is yellow because this is the color of her father's robes (gold would technically be more appropriate.) Red is her second favorite color, though she has no specific reason for this.

Hutbari

Hutbari was taught to read both Kishite and Korithian, however after years of neglecting his studies, Hutbari is now almost illiterate. Luckily his children, and in particular Ninma, seem to be far more interested in the literary arts than he is.

Along with his many wives, Hutbari is involved with at least one of his advisors.

Hutbari enjoys singing but isn't good at it. He once cast himself as the role of Tamel for the performance of the Great History during a festival. This was generally looked down upon as horribly tacky.

Hutbari is somewhat allergic to apples. He does not realize this and rather believes that they simply produce a strange sensation in the mouth for everyone. The use of apple blossoms among other ingredients in potions given to him in order to slow the progression of his disease is the primary reason why his hair has fallen out.

Of all the monarchs in Kishetal's history, only Tamel the Mighty produced more heirs than Hutbari.

Hutbari has 6 wives, the second of which was once the wife of his deposed brother, Kurush.

Akard

Akard is capable of reading, speaking, and writing in Kishite and Apunian fluently. In addition he can read and write in Korithian and Ikopeshi.

Akard is the first person in his line to successfully kill a dragon. This happened while on campaign in Namut. Granted it was a small beast, only about the size of a large rhino and he was not alone.

Akard loves cats, particularly big cats and had a pet leopard for several years. As a result Akard has a strong distaste for the use of leopard pelt for clothing or decoration. 

Akard doesn’t like haircuts, thus why he does not shave his head as is the Apunian style.

Akard prefers Kishite wine, though he also secretly has a sweet spot for Apunian style beers which he finds to be far superior to Kishite beer.

Like his father, Akard is completely tone deaf. As a result he not only cannot sing, he doesn’t particularly like music as it sounds largely nonsensical to him. However he does enjoy both dance and poetry. He once went to an Apunian Heron Dance and filled his ears with wax so that he could enjoy the performance without being bothered by the music.

Tagging @illarian-rambling, @kckramer, @kaylinalexanderbooks, and @paeliae-occasionally

[stardustshelb]

"Orange Juice" Part One

TW: Language. Your name (female) + Danny. 3,157 words.

The song "Orange Juice" by Noah Kahan inspired me to write this story; each part of the story is inspired by a different part of the song. Also, I'm in my sad girl era so you all must suffer with me.

“Feels like I've been ready for you to come home for so long.

That I didn't think to ask you where you'd gone.

Why'd you go?” - NK

I should have known when my dad texted me to check my email that there’d be something interesting waiting for me in my inbox. The organizers of my high school reunion had no idea how to get in touch with me, so they went through him. Part of me wished he would have just deleted the email and never said anything. How has it already been 10 years since I graduated? I swear it was only yesterday that Sam and I were daydreaming about record deals and tours while sitting in class. My parents were never too hard on me about school because I still made time for both my studies and my band. But I think they always knew that I was never going to need to know chemistry or calculus because I was going to have a career in music. Though, none of us would have ever dreamed I’d be where I am today.

Josh and Jake skipped out on their high school reunion a couple years ago, and Sam was planning to do the same for ours. It would probably cause more trouble than it’s worth if we showed up. Truth be told, I wasn’t dying to go but I was curious to know if you’d be there. We haven’t spoken since I left Frankenmuth. Hell, we stopped talking while I was still there. I’ve heard stories about you from my mom. “The girl who got away is in rehab again,” she’d say casually over the phone. Something about the way she’d say again angered me, but I knew she meant well. 

Judging by the date on the invitation, I still had a few months to decide whether I was going to attend or not. Maybe I could find out if you were planning on going while I’m home later this week for Christmas. I wondered if you’d even be around town or if you’d even want to see me. Our friendship didn’t end on the best of terms and that still bothered me nearly a decade later. I wonder if you’ve ever forgiven me for that night. It took a while for me to forgive myself.

…

“Let me help,” Dad said as he grabbed my guitar case out of the back of the SUV I rented for the week. I tried to pack light for the quick trip but between my suitcase, guitar, and the presents I bought for my family, I ended up checking more luggage than I expected. I could smell Mom’s cooking from the driveway, and I had to swallow the lump of nostalgia that formed in my throat. I rolled my suitcases up the walkway and before Dad could even turn the knob, Josie ran through the front door and practically tackled me. 

“Easy, easy,” I said as I tried to keep from falling backward on top of my luggage.

“I’m so happy you’re home!” she squealed as she let go of our hug. She grabbed the larger suitcase from my hand and followed our dad inside. Christmas music was lightly playing throughout the house which told me that Mom was in charge of the stereo. I was home for Christmas but I didn’t quite feel like I was home. I almost felt like a stranger walking through the house I was raised in. Maybe I was tired from traveling, maybe I just wasn’t in the Christmas spirit this year, or maybe thoughts of you crept in as soon as the plane’s wheels touched down in Michigan.

“Daniel, did you hear me?” my mom’s voice broke into my thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“Do you want to put your things away and then come to the kitchen to help me finish dinner?” she repeated.

“Sure, yes, be right there,” I said as I dragged my belongings to my childhood bedroom. When I walked through the door, I was glad to see nothing had been moved. Mom and Dad were always sentimental; therefore, I come by it naturally. I glanced around the room and tried to balance the surreal feeling of being back home. It was just as I left it the last time I visited. Unmade bed and all. “It’s not going to make itself,” I could hear my dad say like he did my entire life. I never understood the point in making a bed if I was just going to sleep in it every night anyways. I moved closer to the disheveled comforter and lifted the mattress. I pushed my hand between the mattress and the box springs searching for my secret stash of notes you had written me many lifetimes ago. Worn and faded folded notes brushed against my fingertips and I gently pulled them out. 

“Daniel?” I heard my mom call from the kitchen. Suddenly, I opened the top drawer to my nightstand and threw the notes inside. I would have to read them at another time. I got up and made my way into the kitchen where Mom was mixing something on the stove.

“Hey, Mom,” I said as I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

“Hello, hun,” she said as she placed her hand against the side of my face. The unfamiliar feeling I had earlier was slowly going away. “I wanted to talk to you,” she said, turning away from me and back to her cooking. 

“What about?” I said as I began slicing the carrots she laid out on the cutting board.

“I saw y/n the other day. And… we spoke,” she said, still keeping her back to me. I remained focused on my task of cutting the carrots.

“About?” I asked.

“You mostly,” she said. I winced.

“What about me?” I asked.

“She looks great,” my mom answered, obviously avoiding my question.

“What about me?” I repeated.

“Your music, your success, you coming home for Christmas,” she said as her tone changed.

“Did she seem interested in any of that information?” I asked.

“I think so, but then again, she could have been playing nice,” Mom said as she came over to take the knife that I was just holding. I realized I had stopped cutting the carrots since I was fixated on this conversation. You were back in town and you knew I was here too. 

“I can do it,” I said as I held the knife firmly. Mom patted my shoulder and walked back to the stove.

“I think she’s staying sober this time,” my mom added.

“I hope so,” I said quietly. 

…

“Not one nick on your finger, you just asked me to hold you.

But it made you a stranger and filled you with anger.” - NK

I’ve spent two days at home, yet I still feel like an outsider. I don’t think anyone has noticed because I am able to wear a figurative mask well. That ability comes in handy for shows and interviews when I’m feeling sick or tired. I offered to help my mom finish her grocery shopping for Christmas dinner, so I put on my baseball hat backwards and grabbed my keys. She texted me a list of things she still needed which I was grateful for. She even included pictures of the items as if I were an idiot, but in her defense, I haven’t shopped for my own groceries in years. Our staff knows what I like and it just appears in our green rooms. Maybe this trip home will humble me a bit. 

I decided to drive a little further outside of Frankenmuth to go to a less crowded grocery store. I don’t normally draw much attention when I’m alone in public, but I didn’t want to take the risk. I wasn’t feeling like myself and I didn’t want to project negative feelings on my fans. I pulled into the parking spot furthest away from the entrance and reviewed the list on my phone as I walked through the automatic doors. I grabbed a basket and made my way toward the spices/seasonings aisle. I scanned the shelves looking for Mom’s specific brand of garlic powder. When I spotted it, I threw one container in my basket and turned to make my way down the rest of the aisle. As I began to walk, I noticed an employee abruptly turned the opposite direction and left. Strange. I continued my quest of finding my mom’s requirements with my basket getting heavier by the minute. 

When I had finally acquired everything she needed, I made my way to the front of the store to check out. With it being only two days until Christmas, the store was crowded despite it being in such a small town. There looked to be only two cashiers working, so I stood in line behind what I thought would be the quickest one. Of course, I chose wrong. I tried to hide my impatience by scrolling on my phone when I heard your name.

“Y/n, come to register three, please. Y/n, come to register three,” was announced over the intercom. 

Suddenly, the employee who eluded me earlier now made her appearance. It was you. Avoiding my gaze (and probably open mouth), you snuck behind an empty cash register. I hesitated on whether to go to your line or not. It was obvious you tried to avoid me at all costs, but I felt a pull to see you. Talk to you. Listen to your voice. Against my better judgment, I made my way to join your line. As I got closer to needing to check out, I could see your cheeks getting more red. I held my breath in anticipation until it was my turn.

“Did you find everything ok?” you asked without looking up from the groceries you were scanning out of my basket.

“I did, yes,” I muttered. You stopped scanning and stared down at the bag of brown sugar in your hands for a brief moment until you carried on with your task. I watched you continue to take my groceries and scan them without ever looking to meet my eyes. You were flustered; I could tell. I tried not to stare but I was almost in disbelief that you were right in front of me. Even though it has been a decade, you haven’t aged. Your face has changed but you still look like you always did to me.

“Your total is $98.44. Will you be using cash or credit today?” you asked again without looking at me. You were trying so hard to focus on the screen in front of you.

“Uh, cash,” I said as I reached for my wallet in my jean pocket. Suddenly, I couldn’t find it. I reached into the other pocket and still couldn’t find it. I began to panic. Did I lose my damn wallet in this store? Was it stolen? Then I realized, I never grabbed it off the nightstand when I grabbed my keys before I left. 

“Shit,” I said as I hung my head. “I don’t have my wallet. Do you know if your system takes ApplePay? I have my card on my phone,” I explained.

“No, we don’t. Our technology isn’t updated, but don’t worry about it,” you said as you bent down to get into your purse beneath the register.

“No, I can’t have you pay for this. I’ll just come back with my wallet if you can set it to the side,” I pleaded.

I watched you grab the card reader and stick your own credit card in the chip reader. I was bewildered.

“Y/n,” I spoke so quietly I wasn’t sure if you heard me.

“Merry Christmas,” you said as you handed me the receipt. And for the first time, you met my eyes. They had a sadness to them that I couldn’t quite place. A sadness that matched mine. 

“What time do you get off? I am going to come back to pay you back,” I said.

“Have a great day, sir,” you answered, avoiding my question. I watched you direct your attention to the customer behind me. “Ahem,” he said as a sign for me to move.

I grabbed my bags of groceries and made my way to the rental SUV. I needed to get home quickly to grab my wallet and make it back to pay you. But I knew I didn’t need to go over the speed limit since I was now illegally driving without my license. I fought the urge to speed but remained as level-headed as I could be. 

 …

After putting the refrigerated bags of groceries away, I quickly ran up stairs to grab my wallet. I checked to make sure I had enough cash to pay you back and then some. I shoved it in my back pocket and raced down the hallway.

“Whoa, where are you going in such a hurry?” Josie asked as I tried to avoid running into her.

“I have to go back to the store. I forgot something,” I said in practically one breath.

“Why do I feel like you’re lying to me?” she asked as her brows furrowed.

“I’m not. I just need to get back there,” I explained.

“I can come with you,” she offered.

“Sure, yeah, that’s fine,” I said. I didn’t really want company but maybe you’d be more apt to talk to me if my sister was there. You two always got along so well. Sometimes I wondered if you were more her best friend rather than mine.

“So what did you forget?” Josie asked as she climbed into the passenger seat.

“My wallet,” I said.

“So how did you make it home with all of the groceries?” she asked.

“The cashier paid for my stuff, so now I’m on my way to pay her back,” I said. I left out the detail that you were the cashier. 

“Well that was awfully nice of her,” Josie said with a suspicious tone in her voice.

I pulled into the parking lot and nearly forgot to turn off the ignition before jumping out of the car. I ran through the automatic doors and made my way to your line. As if you could sense I was watching you, you kept your gaze locked on your task again. 

“Thanks for waiting on me,” I heard Josie sarcastically say as she came up beside me. 

“Sorry,” I said. 

“Wait,” she said. I looked down to see her staring at you. “Oh, ok, now I get it.”

“I’m just paying her back,” I said.

“I’m going to go look at… that display over there,” Josie said as she turned on her heel.

“Josie…” I said.

“I won’t be far,” she said as she began to walk away. When it came my turn, you kept your eyes locked on the screen in front of you. I stood there waiting for you to acknowledge me for what felt like eternity.

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I found everything ok?” I asked.

“Don’t mock me,” you said with a sense of anger in your voice.

“I wasn’t!” I exclaimed. Suddenly I felt my cheeks getting warm. “I would never.” You continued not to look at me, but I could see what I thought may have been tears forming in your eyes. My heart swelled.

“I came to pay you back,” I said as I held out two $100 bills. You glanced at the money in my hand.

“That’s significantly more than what your total was,” you said.

“I know. Just consider the rest a thank-you gift,” I said.

“I’m not a damn charity case,” you said with a bite in your voice.

“Y/n, I don’t think that. I just wanted to–” I began.

You interrupted, “If I take the money, will you leave?” 

“If that’s what you want, then yes. I will leave,” I said solemnly. Suddenly, you reached out and quickly grabbed the money from my hand. I felt my heart break as I noticed you were fighting back tears.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“I know I’m the last person you want to see, but–” I started.

“You are,” you interrupted.

“But if you could find the time, I’d really like the chance to visit with you,” I finished.

“You told me you would leave if I took the money,” you said looking past me and at the line forming behind me. 

“Good bye, y/n,” I said sullenly before turning to walk away. And all of the guilt and pain that I thought I left behind when I abandoned this town suddenly came rushing back.

 …

I sat on the edge of my childhood bed and stared at my feet on the floor for what felt like eternity. I had the urge to read our notes that I hid in my nightstand, but seeing you today might be all that I can take. You are still angry with me, and I figured you always will be. I don’t know why I expected that anger to go away after 10 years. Maybe it’s because it did for me. I felt the need to talk to you even more now than I did before. I opened the drawer to my nightstand and started to sift through our notes. There were dozens of faded, folded notes. I gently unwrapped the one where you drew a middle finger on the front of. I smiled as I read through the lines of teenage angst. Oh how our problems back then seemed to be so much more important. I remember you were mad at me because I let Sam ride shotgun in my car even though you claimed it before school that morning. I told you to take it up with Sam, but clearly you thought I should have been on your side. You didn’t talk to me until lunch that day when you handed me this note and told me you hoped I choked on my breadstick. Then you laughed hysterically when I immediately grabbed the breadstick off my plate and choked myself with it. Doing something stupid like that was all it took to make you smile and forgive me. I made sure Sam stayed in the backseat the rest of the school year.

I opened another note and scanned it until I found my holy grail: Your phone number. This was one of the first notes you ever wrote me. I wondered if you still had the same number all of these years later. I know mine has changed several times, but my circumstances were different. I decided to take a leap and dialed the ten digits written in a glittery blue gel pen. I held my breath as I heard it ring.

"Hello?" I heard your voice answer.

[hol-sashimi]

i love theta (and tserri though that man is a big red flag)

here's a fanart idea (you may not do them if you don't want to): theta and tserri switching roles? like tserri is the bodyguard and theta is the "prince." how would that look like i wonder?

    Hello! Thank you for your idea, I reflected on it for some time and made a small doodle. Before looking on it, read this short description firstly to understand what's going on in this cute AU. (and sorry for my bad english)

    I've been thinking about replacing Theta's personality with Tser's one, but it didn't look nice, just a copy of the main plot (however, since the prince was now a little girl and the bodyguard was a tall and strong man, I think a bit of creepiness gone). So I've placed Theta on a throne, using her personality from manga in the same time. Since childhood, she was learning military things with brother, but small part of her wanted to know, how is it to live peacefully? Can countries live without wars? How can people around the world, having different mentalities, stop all the conflicts? Thoughts about this impossible utopia and interest towards simple people were the thing that made her afraid of being a leader after Nasubi. Tserriednich here is her loyal bodyguard, who avoids almost all the other people, but can work in command when it's needed. She started communicating with this lonely man in around 13 and found out that he is incredibly interesting and clever person, who knows a lot of things and still constantly learning. He was quoting her books and philosophers during the work, he described her every artist he knew and taught her basics of art, he got her interested in biology and medicine. Unlike other guards, he was never against her ideas, even the craziest ones, so they often ran away from the mansion before Theta turned 19 and sadly left her constant place of living. (Tserrie learnt every tree and every house to make their walks as safe as possible)

    He was her friend, her closest person. Other bodyguards, even after being asked, avoided calling Theta 'Theta', but Tserriednich just answered 'Sure, your majesty', and since then, being alone with him, she has always been Theta.

    When she turned 16, Unma and especially special meetings guests started looking strangely on tall 19 years old boy? or man? , who always followed his master, so since then they were avoiding each other while being away from home. (I made their age difference here 2,5 times lower than I think it is...) Tserrie then got a really strange, but funny habit to give Theta folded letters during their short meetings under cameras. Theta, who suffered a lot from nervousness sleeping in big dark rooms in different estates, far from home, found a help in these pieces of paper. He has been describing her his days, writing stories and facts, drawing little pictures with animals she liked.

    He found something in Theta. Yes, he also liked being a prince's guard because of having a lot of opportunities connected with studying and getting rare things (Theta doesn't give guards a lot of job, so free time is enough). But he also liked her curiosity, her personality and her attention. Still, he never wanted to learn something with Theta. For example, when she got an invitation to the grand opening of a big ice rink, he started spending nights training and days teaching Theta to do figure skating. He was a person who understood everything quickly, and he knew that it's too dangerous to invite someone to train her. He actually was a bit paranoic.

    Theta liked him too, as a friend. And also in a bit of another way. I am not an expert in psychology, but puberty + loneliness, which Theta always felt being away from Tserrie... I think this is fine for young girls, I thought this can make a story a bit more interesting. She surely felt bad for this, and the fact that her dearest bodyguard didn't see a girl in her was both a relief and a pain. Until the moment she shot him in the forehead, Theta associated Tserriednich with the summers of her 18 and 19, last summers in the childhood mansion, filled with hot days and severe thunderstorms, morning dew and night hedgehogs, cold sheets and sunbeams that leaked via tree crowns. He stayed with Theta during the nights, catching bats with her and telling her Sami fairy tales, and he always left after she fell asleep.

    Tserrie was a cruel man, though nice with her. He broke a few arms and ribs before turning 16, he has never hesitated before shooting into a sudden danger, he even asked Theta once to leave assassin for him in anatomical purposes. She thought it was a joke, and other guards decided to hide the fact Tser really did this :D: (look, this thing shows both :D and D: ). He was scary in the rage he felt towards rich, hypocrite people Theta met often. Once, in a friend quarrel, Theta said with a smile that she can stop their long chit-chats with one word and win the opinion competition easily, just like other prin... She didn't manage to finish the phrase, hearing 'So do it and let's stop wasting each other's time'.

    She apologized a few times during the next days and never used her status in their talks again. And it was the first time Theta seriously thought about how dangerous this man can be.

    He gutted Benjamin's ambassador, turned his face into a purple-red mass, broke a few teeth into halves with pliers and did a lot of other things (all before gutting, as expertise said). Tserriednich carefully watched for all the people who stayed in Theta's mansion. This time wasn't an exception, even though Theta swore that she knows this man and she knows Benjamin very good as well. Tserrie never explained what psychology pressure he used on the assassin, but a corner of the camera showed that it was ambassador who started the fight. This coincidence (no) saved Tser from being imprisoned, even though the weapon was not found.

    It was 4 am, there were guards and police, and Theta stayed behind with Tserriednich. He explained her shortly what has happened.

- When he turned to my side, I think I felt a wave, I felt pressure and even fear. When I crashed his fingers and prevented him from breaking a suicide pill, I avoided killing him instantly just because I wanted to know what this was. But he said so many bad words about you that I couldn't let him continue speaking... Have any guesses what was this power?

    Theta was staying still. One police officer was sitting in the corner, two girls were constantly looking on Tserrie, Borksen didn't manage to take Theta away and took a place not so far away from the couple. Theta noticed that Tserriednich breathes heavily and wondered if this probably-nen-power hurt him. 'What a luck that no things activated after owner's death...', - she thought. She knew nen basics thanks to her brother, he probably admired her interest in military and justice once. Knowing how powerful nen can be, it was a luck that the ambassador was weak. If he was weak, did Benjamin think that a rookie nen user is enough to kill her?..

- Tse... I am sorry, - she needed some comfort, - sorry for this all, but...

- Oh? Don't worry Theta, - his voice became quiet, - just another pig to gut, just another police to talk with. I am fine.

    His calmness, smile and cruel words made Theta's state even worse. She didn't listen to his descriptions of what he heard from this man, what he has done here, what bones were cracked and in what order. When he smiled softly and started to calm her down, saying that he will always be next to her, Theta did a thing she promises herself never doing again. Used her status and roughly shut him up. Gave him order to go away - almost the first one in her life.

    Boom they broke their relationships for 2 weeks. Remember, this is not a fanfiction. Theta was feeling terrible, sad and alone, still she was mad on Tserriednich. He showed her zero times since then, plus he was downgraded by her and now didn't need to communicate with Theta tête-à-tête to perform his duties.

    They never discussed this evening - another mistake. Theta just invited him back and spent months trying to return her previous Tserriednich, trying to get his trust again. But his jokes and compliments looked falsified now, he stopped sending letters, became quieter. Also, when Theta understood that no other people, even family, can be trusted, she decided to avoid spending her life in just a mansion and had a very busy schedule since then. Their shared activities almost disappeared, and even being alone together in one room was a rare thing now.

    Theta felt that her Tserriednich returned when he heard of nen on a Black Whale. Here everything goes almost just like in manga - Tser opens into himself great powers (Theta-teacher), starts looking at Theta with a huge suspicion because she's been hiding this power for a long time from him. Theta understands that he is too dangerous - for this boat, for Kakin empire, for her, and decides to kill a person she adored the most. Painlessly and fast. Even feeling almost nothing towards him during the last years, she remembered how nice days with him were some time ago. Theta pulls the trigger, looks on his corpse for a few seconds and loses conscious after seeing him alive and :0

    Tserrie is now in a dangerous state - he has a cool ability, but he also has a clever Theta against him. Still, while she doesn't know enough about what’s happened during the zetsu training, he can try to make the situation profitable for himself... The end

[my-ships-will-never-be-sank]

My soulmate is out there scaring off my readers leaving reviews like this - why do I love her again😘🔪

[b-boun]

I haven't watched don't say no yet, I'm not sure if I can get into it. I love the main actors from unma and 2gether. I've seen the side couple from spoilers too and heard they'll probably have their spin off show.

Rn I'm watching bad buddy, kieta hatsukoi, and my sweet dear. Tho I must say I couldn't get into the last one. I finished it but it was meh. The actors could've given us much more but the writing was mediocre 😔😓

Yeahh I like, am not a fan of the intense sexual scenes they're putting in every episode like please can I just watch normally LOL. I heard the side couple is more fluff so that's why I'm interested but 🤷‍♀️ Not a fave already xD

My sweet dear is one I wanna watch this week!! I love one of the main actors but I can totally see what you're saying. It's also not very long so it's so hard to like, really put anything too impactfull I guess. I'll still check it out xD The other two I will also be checking out so it looks like we're on the same page! There's so much out rn 😭

[ayzrules]

roy g biv tag!

rules: find all 7 colors of the rainbow in your wip(s)

red {lttr}

A pink butterfly flitted through the silent stillness of the garden, landing on one of the flowers. Drops of gleaming maroon dripped down the petals like liquid rubies.

orange {rdr}

In that moment, Mai thought that the angel slumbering downstairs was just that - fierce winds and piercing sand and blessed flame melded all into one, blooming amber-bright into the ashen darkness of night.

yellow {lttr}

Unma’s gown was a swath of gleaming blue sky, swirled with lavish gold embroidery that shimmered like silk-spun sunlight, and a long train of the shining satin trailed after her as she hurried down the corridor.

green {lttr}

The Second Princess’s chambers were nestled in the depths of a sprawling glass manor, with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the soft artificial sunlight and ivy that glistened like emeralds curling up the cream-colored columns.

blue {rdr}

The angel’s burning blue eyes were filled with suspicion, and she held herself very, very still as tendrils of Mai’s whisper-silk magic spilled into the air between them, susurrations of satinet energy swirling over the cut.

indigo-ish {rdr}

Mai pinned her hair up into an elegant updo before picking out an ensemble for herself: a midnight-blue day dress of watered silk, paired with a two-tiered capelet of black velvet trimmed with snowy white lace.

violet {lttr}

The simulated “sky” was shifting toward twilight, throwing swathes of shadowed lilac light over the gardens, and the blood-flecked flowers glittered like gemstones in the encroaching darkness as Camila finished pinning up her hair.

tagging: @n-eusex @arkicts @asablehart @kessler-writes @daydreamodyssey @blindthewind @writtenbyrain @vampirkaninchen @bebemoon + anyone else who sees & wants to do!

[vampiresuns]

*bangs on the wall* Unmasked Unmasked Unmasked Unma-

And!! I loved the A Songbird Sings Leonana series 😚

FAIR

Unmasked was a blast to write, it possessed me to do it, and the Songbird series owns half my heart. Both Haidelius and Leonana’s dynamics are excellent

[daviidxanblack]

-A.R.T.Unma$tered. this series of song was just kinda based on me tryna level up my writing skills,trying different vibes & me lowkey venting. unma$tered due to unforeseen circumstances but fuckit. 2020 we’re perfecting everything,on God.✌🏽 Black.🖤✅ (Link in Bio.📍) (at Another Dimension in Time & Space) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6c9gh3p1Yz/?igshid=199n30hty6axy

[unma]

Heretics Chapter 2

The Boy Who Cried Demon

Rating: T Ships: Frisk/Sans AU: Heretics (Original AU) Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Word Count: 3,073

Summary: They say the best revenge is a life well lived. Yet, no one really mentions how hard that can be sometimes, especially when you are running completely off of spite. or, Frisk, a nun against her will, meets a bored pun-loving skeleton devil with nothing better to do who takes an interest in her.

Chapter Summary: A new member joins our little family. Frisk is a tad conflicted, for a variety of reasons.

Chapter 2! A while coming, and a tad shorter than Chapter 1, but it's here. This one has minimal sadness, with a bit more worldbuilding but mainly introducing a new (original) character! I really really enjoy writing Van. He's fun, and I love writing how he interacts with other characters. Also, if you can tell what song I'm quoting in the chapter summaries (on AO3), then you get a digital cookie! I'll state what song it is once I post the last chapter (should be on the 31st if I follow my schedule properly) but it shouldn't be too hard to find.

[jjaydazo]

This is so wonderful!

Poor frisk, couldn't get rich bastards to understand qwq

Drawing Prompt

draw Ambassador Frisk smoking.

[somethingclevermahogony]

OC interview

I was tagged by @phoenixradiant , @mk-writes-stuff , and @kaylinalexanderbooks , thank y'all! For this one I'll keep it easy and do just Narul and Ninma (at the beginning of the story.)

1. Are you named after anyone?

Narul: "No, I don't think so. I'm actually not really sure what my name means. I've never met another person named Narul."

Ninma: "Oh I have a buncha ancestors named Ninma! Its a noble name! I also have ancestors named Unma, which is my name for boys! But its kind of funny because Unma is a boy name but it means Lady (equivalent to Lord). My paba says that the name used to be Shabalic and it doesn't mean lady there. My um...great great great great great great great great grandpa was named Unma, King Unma, King Lady."

2. When was the last time you cried?

Narul: "Um...what time is it?"

Ninma: "Probably yesterday...maybe this morning? I hate stale bread..."

3. Do you have kids?

Narul: "Does Ninma count?"

Ninma: "I'm five!"

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Narul: "Not, not really, I'm not very good at it. It doesn't really work when people are scared of you."

Ninma: "Nope, never...neeeeeeeever."

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Narul: "Uh...the tops of their head?"

Ninma: "Their voice! Some people have bad voices. Narul has a good voice, deep like a cow! Mooooo! Ninmaaaaaa! Stop thaaaaat! Moooooo!"

6. What's your eye colour?

Narul: "Uh...I don't really look at my face that often. Brown I think."

Ninma: "Brown! My paba says that they are like cedar bark!"

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Narul: "I'm not sure what a movie is. But I like happy things."

Ninma: "I like scary stories! With monsters and dragons and demons! What's a movie?"

8. Any special talents?

Narul: "Um...I don't know if being strong counts as a talent." Ninma: "He can eat pinecones! And acorns! And bones! And poison fruits!" Narul: "Ninma that's not a talent, I just have a strong jaw...and stomach." Ninma: "It is special though!"

Ninma: " I can climb really fast! And I can read and write!"

9. Where were you born?

Narul: "Bira says that I was born in a city-state called Syshlum. I left when I was a newborn, so I don't remember anything about it."

Ninma: "The palace of Labisa, duh."

10. Do you have any pets?

Narul: "...Does Ninma count?" Ninma: "Hey!"

Ninma: "I used to have a pet horned-rabbit, and a peacock, and a lamb, and lizards...but I had to leave those in Labisa."

11. What sort of sports do you play?

Narul: "I've never played a sport. All the slaves were allowed to play was racing and wrestling and uh...not many people wanted to wrestle with me."

Ninma: "Does climbing count?"

12. How tall are you?

Narul: "About nine feet tall when my hair is flat."

Ninma: "Um...about two feet and 10 inches. Yeah, I'm short, so what?"

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

Narul: "I've never been to a school. I've never even had a tutor."

Ninma: "I didn't go to school but I had tutors! I really like poetry and history."

14. What is your dream job?

Narul: "I...I don't know? Some sort of...flower farmer thing I guess?"

Ninma: "Queen of Labisa, duh!"

Tagging @illarian-rambling , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @elsie-writes , @abalonetea , @roach-pizza and @foragedbonesblog ! (And anyone else that wants to)

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1. Are you named after anyone?

2. When was the last time you cried?

3. Do you have kids?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

6. What's your eye colour?

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

8. Any special talents?

9. Where were you born?

10. Do you have any pets?

11. What sort of sports do you play?

12. How tall are you?

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

14. What is your dream job?

[unpeacekeeping]

South Sudan's got talent! And it uses it to raise awareness on mines.

In South Sudan, the escalation of insecurity and subsequent mass population movement has made civilians increasingly vulnerable to the threats of mines and unexploded ordnance. Children are one of the most at-risk groups due to their inherent curiosity, which leads them to play with explosive items without knowing the danger.

The UN peacekeeping mission in South Sudan (United Nations Mission in South Sudan (UNMISS) and UNMAS South Sudan work together to seek creative ways to visualise the risks of mines and alert children and the rest of the population widely, using posters, leaflets, radio programmes, SMS, and social media.

Most recently, UNMAS called on children and youth from primary schools in Juba to challenge themselves on a song writing context on the risks of mines. The winner school got the opportunity to have their song recorded by the prominent Sudanese pop group Jay Family.

“I’m teaching my family and friends about mines,” stated Sunday, one of the girls from the winning school of Ft.Giada Girls Primary School.

The involvement of girls in the competition and song production prompted them to be more aware of the problems of explosive hazards and they have become advocates for raising awareness about these issues among their friends and family.

To learn more about the activities of the UN mission in South Sudan go here: https://unmiss.unmissions.org/un-mine-action-service-unmas

[unma]

Heretics Chapter 1

The Devil, The Nun And The Abbey

Rating: T Ships: Frisk/Sans AU: Heretics (Original AU) Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Word Count: 4,096

Fic Summary: They say the best revenge is a life well lived. Yet, no one really mentions how hard that can be sometimes, especially when you are running completely off of spite. or, Frisk, a nun against her will, meets a bored pun-loving skeleton devil with nothing better to do who takes an interest in her.

Chapter Summary: Is it odd if your first reaction to seeing a devil show up is to go about your day as usual? Frisk really doesn't have the time for this.

Heya! I started on this fic a year ago today, and I'm really happy that I finally get to post it. I've put a lot of thought and effort into this AU, so I'll definitely be writing more about these idiots. This fic acts as the main story, while I'll be writing extras for them in the future. I'll let you guys know when that's done! This fic is likely going to be updated biweekly (twice each week), so look forward to this Thursday (probably) for the next chapter! If I actually have it properly edited by then Also, this fic is one of three I'm planning to release this Halloween, so look forward to the other two!