#Weakling trio

[verysadpaper]

any crossover in these fandoms???

[wesleysniperking]

“Hey, Chopper. What’s the sitch?” (UsoNa) ❤️

All I can say is, the weakling trio would be bad a**es in the Kim Possible verse.

Notes:

Usopp is Ron Stoppable coded. Like, for real. It was said that if Kim didn’t have Ron, Shego would’ve been an’ defeated Kim. That’s what Shego said, and I feel like that’s what Usopp is to the crew. Besides, Usopp made Nami’s climatact. Think about that, will you. Nami was a bada** with a pole arm before the climatact, but C’MON. The climatact made her an even bigger bada**.

I remember the episode where Ron has to stall the talent show for Kim (because she signed up to participate), and he did every possible thing to make the talent show last long enough for Kim to show up since she was stuck in a mission. And he ironically ended up winning. Usopp would’ve so done that for Nami.

Ron and Usopp have superhero alter egos. (Sogeking/Fearless Ferret)

Ron and Usopp have names that describe them to a T. (USO (lie)/Stoppable)

Chopper is a whiz kid, so he’d totally be their tech guy who’s a recluse.

Nami and Kim have that girl boss energy. And they’re smart as h*ll. Nami could juggle being a spy and school.

And if anyone ships Nami and Usopp, they do have a nice thing going on like Ron and Kim.

Nami and Usopp have a Ron and Kim dynamic, low key.

When they “fought” Enel and during all of Onigashima, it was so Ron and Kim-coded.

[tamathestoryteller]

I’m pretty sure that Nami and Ussop were born because Buggy the clown was too powerful and Oda needed to subtract some of his personality to help Luffy get through the story….

They would all be great friends. Actually Chopper too. If the Shuggy divorce didn’t happen Buggy would be just as much of a BAMF as the rest of the Weaklings Trio.

Buggy has the intelligence/ treasure love of Nami

The love of tinkering, explosive making, and imposter syndrome of Ussop

And the gullibility and cuteness of Chopper.

He is just missing a good support system.

[portgasdeverest]

Weakling trio, oh yeah

[loudtimemachinewitch]

Straw Hats animals

Straw Hat Pirates mink/ furry Au + bonus ASL

[pinkcrittertomb]

Usopp, Nami and Chopper really are like Shaggy, Velma and Scooby huh

[mike-milkyway]

Entertain me for a second, how interested would you be for a One Piece x Heathers au? it's centered in kobylu and I already have the whole au mapped out sooooo i just wanna test the waters

[wesleysniperking]

My favorite trio!!!

I love the coward trio

[marlynnofmany]

The Many Uses for Earth Fruits

“Right,” said Paint, placing her scaly hands on the cafe table as if bracing herself for something unpleasant. “How do you eat these?”

I told her, “Well, you take the peel off first,” and picked up a banana.

“Okay, good to know. Glad I asked.” She lifted another gingerly, testing its softness with a claw and watching to see what I did. “So it just pops open?”

“If you do it quickly, yes,” I said. “And if it’s ripe. Moving too slowly will just squish it. Helps if you dig a fingernail in a little first. A claw.”

She followed my instructions while the sounds of the space station food court echoed around us. It wasn’t too crowded, but we’d picked a table next to the ramp down into the area, which felt more out of the way. Paint didn’t want to get her tail stepped on, and I didn’t want an elbow to the head while eating. Some of the people here were big.

“I got it!” Paint exclaimed, her lizardy face lit up with delight. “So you just eat this part?”

“Yep!” I said, demonstrating by taking a bite of my own banana. It was a little too green for my taste, but not bad.

Paint bit off a chunk, leaving sharp toothmarks behind. She chewed a couple times, then stopped and wrinkled her lizardy face in a fascinating way.

I said, “You can spit it out if you don’t like it.”

She spat the banana mush onto her plate, making disgusted noises while she tongued it out of her teeth. I pushed the bowl of grape-sized waterspheres closer. She tossed a couple into her mouth and bit down, swishing the water around dramatically.

“No good, huh?” I asked.

Paint shook her head. “No thank you. That texture is unpleasant, and the flavor isn’t better.”

“They’re not my favorite either,” I said, setting my banana down and picking up a strawberry. “Want to try one of these? I think they’re probably closer to the fruit you’re used to, at least in texture.”

She regarded it with suspicion. “Do you have to pick all those seeds off?”

“No, you can eat the whole thing, except for the leafy part. The seeds are small enough to ignore unless they get stuck in your teeth.” I bit into it and showed her what the inside looked like.

“I’ll try it,” she said. “Though that big one smells the most intriguing.” She pointed at the orange.

“Oh yeah, that’s got a nice strong citrus scent for sure,” I said. “People use orange oil for cleaning sometimes, and as a decorative smell. It’s flammable, though.”

“Of course it is. It’s from your planet. Does the whole fruit explode if exposed to flame?”

“No, nothing like that!” I hurried to explain. “If you squeeze the peel next to a candle, it makes the flame spurt. Nothing big.”

Paint shook her head. “Somehow that’s still not a surprise. I take it you only eat the inside of this one as well?”

“Yes, it—” The rest of my sentence was overshadowed by loud guffaws from the top of the ramp. I craned my neck to see a trio of Armorlites strolling casually into the food court. There were already a couple others here and there, but these three clearly liked being the center of attention. I was reminded of school bullies entering a cafeteria. Big dinosaurian bullies.

“Look at all the little plant eaters, with their plant shop! Does any of it run away or fight back? No? What weaklings.” The one in front laughed more, backed up by the others.

Yep, definite school bully vibes. I tried to turn back to my conversation in hopes that they’d just move on, but another human had made the mistake of trying to walk up the ramp while they were coming down, and they’d turned their sneering toward him.

The unlucky guy tried to stick close to the railing and give them plenty of room. They just stepped closer, and one of them smashed the banana he was carrying into his face. He reacted by yelling at them, which just made the big muscley guys laugh all the louder.

“What are you going to do? Hit me with your squishy plants? That’s worse than your squishy muscles.”

While the guy threatened to go get a pineapple and club them with it, I pulled the peel off my banana and quietly stood from my chair. The ramp was right at head level, and they were close. When the lead bully turned to continue downward, still laughing, I stuck an arm through the railing and placed the banana peel directly under his foot.

It was a thing of cartoonish beauty. He stepped heavily and his foot flew out in front of him, leaving him to crash onto the floor and take out one of his friends at the knees. The other stared in shock while the human pointed and laughed.

“That’s one thing bananas are good for!” the guy crowed. “And don’t you forget it! Nice one!” That last part was directed at me, and I gave him a thumbs up.

The first two Armorlites got groaning to their feet.

The one who was still standing decided that this was hilarious, and it was time to make fun of his friends. “Oh, the little weaklings got you there! Taken out by plants, and not even the spiky kind! I’m going to tell everybody.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I’m gonna!” That one led the way down through the food court, with the one who had fallen first grumbling after him and the third trying to pretend he hadn’t just taken a pratfall too. In moments they were gone, and the impending fight was averted.

“Thanks for that,” the other human said. He grabbed a handful of napkins from the station next to the trash can, then trotted back down and gave some to me, wiping his face with the rest.

“My pleasure!” I said, reaching under the bars again to wipe up the smear. The banana peel was much flatter and a bit torn, but easy enough to clean away. Background conversation around us went from agitated levels back to regular volume.

When the guy headed off on his own business, I waved goodbye then found my chair and sat back down.

Paint gave me an incredulous look. “How did you know it was that slippery? Is that a thing those are used for on Earth?”

I thought for a moment, setting aside the pile of banana mess, then just said, “Yes.”

She shook her head. “I really would have expected a projectile of some sort, but not that.”

“Well, I could have thrown an apple or something at him,” I said. There was a nice red one on the sample tray, and I picked it up. “But that would have just started a real fight. This was undignified, and more likely to make them leave.”

Paint leaned an elbow on the table. “Is that fruit the best projectile, then? Is it the same as the one he was talking about?” She waved her hand after the other human.

“You’d think so, but no,” I said, turning the apple in my hands. “A pineapple isn’t related to an apple, or to a pine tree. Names are complicated. And there is that old saying,” I added with a grin. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but it’ll keep anyone away if you throw it hard enough.”

After that, I had to do some explaining of Earth idioms before we got back to sampling the fruit. Paint insisted on telling Eggskin about it as soon as we returned to the ship, because that seemed like the kind of thing our medic-and-cook should know.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Love the posts on Harry’s mischaracterisation!! It’s soo soothing to come across Harry appreciation!

How infuriating is it that everything he does, particularly his successful defeat of Voldemort, hinges on Hermione’s guidance. Fic writers out here writing smack like without her, the trio would’ve been lost and aimless. Or how Hermione’s spell repertoire kept Harry alive throughout school. Uhm, ex-bloody-cuse me? And then some fics go to the extremes of even making Harry a pliable weakling who can’t think for himself or make him apologise for coming off as self-righteous and prejudiced against the racist party? 🙄

Honestly, it’s seems less like terrible reading comprehension and more of extreme bias for their fav character, who is definitely so not Harry, and some blatant dislike of him instead. You never see the titular character so severely undervalued and made fun of in other series smh.

Thank you so much! 😊

Harry is my favorite and I can't get how people can dislike him so much after reading the books.

Now, I don't want to put down Hermione. Her spell repertoire and tendency to plan ahead did save their lives multiple times. Ron, also, had his share of clever heroic moments and he got to save the trio's lives too. And so did Harry. All three of them are smart, talented, and capable wizards in their own right. Like, the entire Golden Trio are not average and it's shown to be so repeatedly.

But, Harry is special. He is the main character and the chosen one for a reason. While Ron and Hermione are smart and talented, they don't have Harry's sheer magical talent that's on par with characters like Voldemort and Dumbledore.

Honestly, I find the weak-willed passive Harry more offensive than the unintelligent or magically inept one. Harry is so smart, but one of the most defining aspects of his character is his iron will and strength of character. It's a big aspect of what makes him special. what makes him the main hero. I mean, there's a reason he can naturally resist the Imperius. Harry James Potter is so strong. He goes through so much and is such a good person anyway. He's willing to stand up and keep fighting against impossible odds, and honestly, book!Harry is an inspirational character. There's a lot you can learn from him and aspire to (not everything, but his resilience is truly something to behold).

That being said, I don't think this is unique to Harry Potter (Ron bashing which often mischaracterizes him, for example) or the HP fandom as a whole.

I used to be a huge Percy Jackson fan (I kinda hate everything past the Last Olympian, HOO was not to my liking at all, but I digress). And from what I remember in fics and the PJO fandom when I was there (I think it's worse now, from the bits I see on occasion), it had just as much of a problem as the Harry Potter fandom does. Fanon often portrayed Percy as stupid, or this kind of sunshine character, when he really isn't. Fans complained back when House of Hades came out that Percy was OOC for chocking a goddess with her own blood, and I was sitting there, like, this is the guy that turned his abusive stepdad to stone with Medusa's head when he was 12 — are we really talking about the same character?

Percy in the first 5 books was clever, witty, genuinely funny, but also really bitter. He had loads of spite in him but he also genuinely cared about people and was incredibly loyal to his loved ones. The fandom, just turned him into a happy-go-lucky funny guy who can't get out of a paper bag without Annabeth (the smart love interest). And it infuriated me there too because I liked canon Percy.

I was also, a huge Gravity Falls fan (still am, actually, even if I'm not as hyper-fixated as I was in 2015). When I was in high school, I was in the Gravity Falls cipher-breaking trenches. I was analyzing that show frame by frame and spoiled all the plot twists to my irl friends because I saw the clues (such as predicting who's the author and the stan twins situation after s1 ep19). I actually predicted a good chunk of what's written in the Book of Bill that came out this year with the Bill Cipher psychological analysis I wrote when I was 15. (I feel so vindicated about that. I sent a bunch of quotes from the book to those same irl friends who thought I was overthinking Bill and the finale captioned: "I told you so").

Point is, the main characters of Gravity Falls (Dipper and Mabel) got so mischaracterized by fandom and fics back in the day.

Dipper was often pigeonholed as a goody-two-shoes awkward smart-guy nerd and fans complained he was OOC when he acted more vindictive in season 2, when, in fact, Dipper was always vindictive and could hold a mean grudge. (Dipper Pines, s1 ep8: "Revenge is underrated, that felt awesome!"). Dipper isn't a typical smart-guy character, yes, he's nerdy and clever and socially awkward, but he's also incredibly brave and determined. Honestly, Dipper's determination is his most defining trait, not his intelligence or intellect (which is sometimes more preformative, s2 ep7: "Sometimes I use big words and I don't actually know what they mean, I mean, I'm supposed to be the smart guy"), but I digress.

Mabel was the fandom's punching back around the finale of season 2 and the fandom treated her like a selfish horrible person for acting like a twelve-year-old girl who loves her brother. They made her out to be some kind of awful monstrous person when Mabel is one of the sweetest characters in media ever. She makes mistakes, she is a little selfish at times, but she truly cares about being a good person, about doing good and making people's lives better. Hell her worst confession was her feeling guilty about not loving all her stuffed animals equally and the fandom still called her evil. She also owns up to her mistakes, which is more than many people can say.

So, really, this disdain for the main characters and mischaracterization of them isn't new or unique to the HP fandom. I think it's been part of literature analysis since human literature existed if I'm being honest. It just feels worse now because everyone with an opinion has an internet connection and social media amplifies a lot of bad takes (but also a lot of good takes!). But, yeah, this is a prevalent fandom thing, but it isn't just the HP fandom.

As I said many times before, write and read whatever fanon content you feel like, have fun, but canon exists, and sometimes, canon is better.

[stellocchia]

The best thing about my three all-time faves is that they absolutely could be friends.

I talked in the past about Killer and Lust having plenty of similarities (they both come from situations where violence was normalized to them, their souls and emotions were messed with against their will, and they both tend to be objectified a lot, with Killer being seen as a weapon and Lust as a sexual object). But also, they have plenty to give to each other. Killer can teach Lust how to defend himself better and Lust has a lot to teach him about self expression, individuality and so on.

They're a great duo already, but I can make the dynamic better by throwing Red into the mix.

My guy comes from a world that doesn't fit among the darker AUs like HorrorTale, DustTale, or Something New, but it doesn't fit among the lighter ones either. Violence was very much normalized there and he's used to being a weakling compared to those around him. Nothing but easy EXP (I don't doubt that he and his brother had come to rely on one another a ton during their time in UnderFell. Those two are codependent af and nobody will ever convince me otherwise).

He can empathize with Lust's and Killer's feelings of being something other because he was. However, he cam also teach them a lot. He can teach them how to stand up for themselves (because, while Killer knows how to fight, that guy is the worst advocate of his own boundaries), and how to truly trust. He'd be out there helping to reconnect with their bros (and maybe helping Color too since we're at it, because if Killer's there Color is never too far behind) and that's a hill I'm willing to die on.

Also, my brain gave me the name "shades of love trio" for them and it fucking slaps, so one more reason to make them buddies

[wesleysniperking]

It just irks me when in the OP fandom people start speculating who’s going to be the new Strawhat, when there’s still so much focus needed on the other ones. Like, we don’t have time for a new member when the other ones (other than the monster trio) aren’t given enough time and focus.

This wouldn’t be such a big problem if there wasn’t the big debate on who is more “useless” pre time-skip or post time-skip. Or “the Strawhats are a yonko crew, and they should all have haki by now.”

Adding on to that, the recency bias doesn’t help the whole matter either. The same ones who push for a new Strawhat member also criticize the Strawhats as a whole because of the non-monster trio members having not unlocked any haki, or because some can’t 1v1 an adversary. Usopp has haki but those naysayers say it “doesn’t count”.

It’s all nonsense, of course, but admittedly it gets to me.

So, why do we need one more Strawhat?

[derww]

DAY 9: TRIO

Zam knows he is done the moment he touches his hair and feels something firm. He checks by leaning over the nearest puddle of water, and it's barely noticeable, but even now you can already see the small black horns. He easily guesses that later they will start to twist. At that point, he was speaking with Subz every day for two weeks straight. Only two weeks.

It's not like there was even anything special. He got up in the morning, took half of the battle kit, and went to spawn and placed the dirt for twelve hours in a row. And Subz was just there, i guess. They were working together, swapped shulkers with each other from time to time, and gave comms about the amount of dirt in the chest and which parts they had finished. Sure, sometimes they spoke – often it was just Zam asking and Subz answering tho – but it shouldn't have affected so much. He felt alone enough to get attached to not even his ally if they were ready to kill Leviathan. And Subz was. Best fucking choice ever.

Subz was kind to him. He forgiven him, reassured him, helped him. He was easy to love and care. Someone is doing things that have to be done just because no one else would. It was... so generous and strange for the Lifesteal, but so understandable from ItzSubz_, the man who got his best friend by giving out hearts and taking one really strange guy and his cat-maid as a refugee.

The horns grow by almost a centimeter in three days. They thicken at the base and are now noticeable even under the hair. It would be funny if I were poisoned by a corruption instead, he thinks idly. I've always wanted to get chronic pain as a bonus to friendship.

Always all-knowing Planet giggles at him and says that he is a weakling. Bacon mumbles that there is always something wrong with him. Subz says nothing. He just nods, gives him a dirt shulker, asks how he is, says where hes going today, and goes to work.

"Is there something you deeply regret?", Zam asks after his first shulker of dirt ends. "Of course",  Subz answers, "it's inevitable". "How are you dealing with this?" – "I know I can't change anything that already happened and can only be better further in the line," – "But what if its something so bad you can't even accept that you did it?" – "To move on. Its not like there is any more choices".

It's not like he is wrong. But he is – atleast in some way. Zam doesnt say that. He still thinks about the dupe war sometimes. Sometimes he thinks that he could stop all of it if he was smarter. Sometimes he thinks that Spoke would do something destructive anyway, and he never was able to actually outplay him.

"Are you scared?" Subz suddenly asks. Zam pauses for a minute, just staring at the communicator. "Not anymore," he lies, "I was, but it's better now." "That's nice. You are on the right way.".

They're working until late tonight. Even when Subz finally gives up, having not slept for at least a day, Zam stays, and Subz hands over the remaining dirt to him before disappearing into the night. He works until he has no blocks left. And then he just stares at the sky, sitting on the hill he just made. Stars are beautiful tonight. And the moon lacks only a crescent to become full-fledged.

It's... peaceful. This is what he wanted, making The Sanctuary his new home. It's unfortunate that it only brought more problems in the end. Back then, he really only wanted a quiet life alone.

He sleeps in the New Silvington today. It's still blown up, but it's warm and quite down there. This time, memories with Walter soothe him. It's like he had a home again.

When he wakes up, his horns are half of the original length. And Zam feels so, so stupid.

He gets only a few quiet days until Mapicc and Ro show up, and he messages Subz because he has no choice.

Subz comes and covers his back. It's a good thing. By the time Zam enters the Eclipse, the similarity between them is already absolutely obvious. 

– Do you gave yourself this shit? – Subz just asks him one day.

– Kinda, yeah, – he agrees.

– Okay, if you like them. – Subz shrugs and instantly distracts from the topic. Zam stares at him for almost another minute.

He sees Vitalasy the first time after joining only after two weeks of being there, and Vi looks busy and tired, but he's still smiling, and he hugs Subz and, later – Zam. His hands are soft and warm. He feels himself very, very weak.

Vi stays with them in the base under the snow for a week. He helps them fight, brings golden apples, and cooks them sweet cakes. He accepts Zam into the team with an ease – smiles to him, covers his back, tells personal stories, and falls asleep on his shoulder, feeling safe next to him. Vi leaves shortly after, having just too big of a plan and too much of a work.

The next day, Zam already has fox ears.  

[pinkcottoncandyss]

After Yellow

What's it's story anyway?

After Yellow will not have a comic for some reasons;

I'm too lazy to do this

I have trouble thinking that nothing is good enough

To be quite honest, the comic is bad and poorly written.

There's no point in having a story made without knowing how put it into practice

But I don't want to leave my au without having it's story shared! I have a lot of affection for this, it took me a long time to write anyway.

Anyway, let's get started

What is the story of the AU?

Chara and Asriel's plan went very wrong, and while the prince returned underground, an adult with the soul of justice followed him wanting to "avenge the child" that Asriel carried in his arms.

The monsters were devastated, they lost both heirs to the throne on the same day! So his protections were down when the human attacked. Half of the population was killed, Asgore and Undyne were two of the thousands of victims. Toriel, seeing everything around her, laid down a new law; The next human to fall would be killed and their soul would be used to break the barrier. She no longer had compassion for humanity, her entire family was killed by a human! Anyway, when Frisk fell underground, he was the third human to get there.

Looking around, they had no idea where they was.

Frisk was playing in the forest when this happened and they didn't even see what they had done.

Anyway, on their way underground, they found Flowey. The flower desperately tried to feel something, but nothing worked. When he saw the human, he was initially with one foot behind, but realized it was just a... child.

Flowey decided to follow Frisk on their journey and help them get out of here. Heading to Snowding, the human met MK, also a child whose parents were victims of the massacre. They didn't remember what a human looked like, when it all happened, MK was just a baby, so they didn't realize that Frisk was one of them.

All the monsters would hide wherever the trio passed, all afraid of what the human was capable of. That's why Frisk at no point had the obligation to defend themselves against anyone. Anyway, MK guided Frisk to snowding, where Sans was. Sans was the first guinea pig with the determination experiments, and also the only one so far. He thought that what was the point of living in this place when some human could fall and kill his brother? But unfortunately, his body couldn't handle the determination within him. His bones are slowly melting and rotting from the inside out. Sans at this point can no longer walk without crutches. That's why, when he saw Frisk together with MK, he couldn't stop their journey.

The children continued walking until Watterfall, where Mad mew mew showed up! the leader of the royal guard and the second scariest woman in the entire underground (second only to the queen). She wasted no time and tried to kill the human, hunting the child with anger in her eyes. When MK tried to stop her, she told him that Frisk was a human and why she wanted to kill them. Even knowing this, MK didn't let her do anything to Frisk and helped them escape to Hotland. Unfortunately, having to stay behind.

Frisk continued their journey with only Flowey hidden in their backpack, their only company. They continued until they found a restaurant, where they met Muffet and Grillbys. Both best friends.

Grillbys helped Muffet get the spiders out of the ruins, their fire keeping them all warm until they reached Hotland, their home. They both started a restaurant together! It was a success! The food there was genuinely delicious.

Anyway, Frisk stopped for lunch there (they hadn't eaten anything since they fell underground, they was hungry). However, they was unable to eat their meal in peace, as the chief cook, Papyrus, attacked. She took that job because Mad Mew mew "didn't want weaklings in the royal guard" (her words) and kicked him out. Not letting him even want to be trained. Seeing Frisk there, a flame of hope lit up inside him! He could finally follow his dream! But of course, he couldn't kill Frisk and they both ended up becoming friends.

They both talked about various things. Papyrus mentioned a friend of his who hadn't left the house in months and even showed a photo of her to Frisk. He also gave the idea for the human to convince Toriel to repeal the law of kill humans. After a long conversation, Papyrus gave Frisk his number (even though they said that they didn't have a phone) and went to work.

Frisk and Flowey even tried to continue their journey, but some lasers blocked the way. The talking flower said there was a control panel in the lab that could make them deactivate, so they went there.

Frisk tried to open the door, but it was locked, they also tried to ring the doorbell, but no one answered. Flowey, already bored, picked up a rock and threw it at the window. The human reprimanded him, but still entered the laboratory.

when the lights came on, GOD WHAT A MESS! The laboratory stank worse than a dump, everything was overturned and spread across the floor.

Looking around, Frisk noticed that a woman was lying on the floor, it was the same woman that Papyrus had shown her. She was sleeping amidst stacks of paper and packets of snacks, her white coat was dirty yellow.

The human couldn't see everything so, against Flowey's pleas, they approached the woman and woke her up. Standing up startled, Alphys stared at Frisk for a moment before realizing what they were. The child assured her that everything was fine and that they would not hurt her. Frisk asked if she was friends with Papyrus, to which Alphys nodded and buried her face in her hands. After Undyne's death, she had entered a phase of mourning and depression. Even though Frisk was a child, they could see what was happening.

They both ended up talking, Alphys couldn't hold back her tears and even though that human didn't even know her, they helped her. At the end of the conversation, Alphys gave Frisk a cell phone and let them continue their journey.

A lot of things happened in the meantime, puzzles were solved, soldiers tried to kill Frisk, but managed to reach the palace. The queen was waiting in the garden, irritated by the human's insolence in appearing like this.

Frisk tried to talk to Toriel, but was almost hit by her scythe. The queen seemed in no mood to talk. The fight began, Frisk tried to act, talk and convince Toriel in every way, but she just ignored it. Eventually, she hit Frisk squarely, leaving them with just 1 HP. Flowey was about to intervene, but Frisk decided to just spare Toriel. And when she tried to make the last blow, she couldn't. She couldn't hurt a poor child, even a human one, they was still a child.

She fell to her knees, dropping the scythe. Toriel couldn't do that.

At the end of it all

I would like to say that I had the courage to make a sad ending, but I really couldn't

In the end, Frisk was adopted by Toriel. They and MK were officially siblings!

The law was changed, every human who fell would be a friend, not an enemy.

Mad mew mew was obviously angry with all of this, she didn't like the new terms, but she had to accept it

Alphys finally sought professional help and talked to Papyrus and MTT again

MTT got a robotic body too :D

Papyrus continues to work at the restaurant

Unfortunately, the barrier will never be broken. It takes 7 human souls to do this, something that will never happen.

Bonus; Sans and Toriel are a Canon couple here

My notes

It's really not the best thing in the world and it could be much better, but I'm satisfied and that's what matters!

If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask me.

[aburdthatdraws]

“Sorry, but… I'm not going to be apart of the Weakling Trio with you and Chopper anymore!! There's nothing that can faze me now!! I've become a true warrior!!”

Part 3 to the Strawhat series, featuring God Usopp! If you follow me, its become common knowledge that I love Usopp. He’s been my favorite since Syrup Village. Actually, this whole series became a thing because I wanted redraw this one panel from Returb to Sabaody so much. I think its really cool and looks even better in color. I didn't want to do just Usopp, so I am doing almost every straw hat. I hope you guys enjoy!

[animesmolbean]

Guardian of Light

(Male)

Author's Note: Well, this is the last chapter of Dune Part 1. But don't worry, Dune Part 2 is in the writing process, and I'll announce the release of the first chapter when I'm close to completing the whole second half of the story. For now, I'll post other projects in the meantime! 😊

Story inspiration here

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

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Chapter 12: The Fremen

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The trio were panting hard after the terrifying encounter with the sand worm. Paul looked to (Your Name) before surprising the boy with a tight hug that almost knocked him over. He hugged back, wrapping his arms around him just as tightly. He was breathing heavily as his hand moved up to cradle the back of Paul's neck.

“I'm okay, babe. Don't worry.” He muttered softly.

He sighed shakily, moving to his head to press his forehead to his. “I was so worried about you…” He whispered, his voice shaky.

“Shh…. it's alright, baby. I'm alright.” He moved one of Paul's hands from his waist and placed it over his chest, where his heart is. “I'm right here.” He whispered.

Paul felt his best friend's heartbeat, and he let out a shaky sigh of relief. His heartbeat grounded him; he wouldn't know what to do if it ever stopped beating.

He nuzzled his nose against his gently before pulling away from the embrace and taking his hand in his.

(Your Name) saw Jessica's worried look, and gave the older woman's hand a gentle squeeze. Jessica squeezed the boy's hand back.

“How big are they? That was insane.” Jessica said, panting while leaning down on the rock.

“Someone called it.” (Your Name) informed, looking around. He suddenly felt eyes on him. Clenching his free hand before he signed to Paul and Jessica, “We're not alone.”

Footsteps could be heard and pebble clatters, making (Your Name) and Paul turn around. A Fremen male appeared behind Paul, making (Your Name) push him behind him. He got into a fighting stance, ready to summon the Keyblade if needed; as more Fremen appeared from the rocks.

“Do not run. You will only waste your body's water.” A familiar voice spoke.

(Your Name) turned his attention to the man who spoke. He was lying on a rock. He recognized him.

“Stilgar. I remember you came to Paul's father's council.”

The man, Stilgar, hummed, pulling down his cloth that covered his mouth. “This is (Your Name). The Haris Aldaw’.”

The boy tilted his head to the side as he listened to the Fremen mutter amongst themselves. One of them asked why they were waiting, stating that they needed their water.

“These are the two boys I told you about. We can't touch them.” Stilgar replied to his fellow Fremen.

“Is he the Haris Aldaw’? And he is Lisan al-Gaib?”

“How can that be?”

“They haven't proven themselves."

“They're weaklings.” The same angry voice pulled out a weapon.

(Your Name) was very close to summoning the Keyblade.

“Jamis…” Stilgar stopped the male. “There was a brave crossing they made in the path of Shai-Hulud. The boys do not speak or act like a weakling. Nor did the Lisan Al-Gaib's father.”

“My thumper saved their lives. Go back to reason, Stilgar. She's not the Haris Aldaw’, and he's not The One.” Jamis snapped back, gesturing to the two teens individually.

(Your Name) was about to prove the male wrong, but Jessica spoke up before he could act. “We have powerful friends. One for them being right here,” She gestured to (Your Name) who was standing in front of Paul, protecting him, “You help us off-world, to Caladan, you will be well rewarded.”

“What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh?” Stilgar spoke back, tone challenging. The Fremen were now standing up from their crouched positions.

(Your Name) growled lowly, still in a fighting stance, ready to fight if needed.

Stilgar observed the trio, “The boys are young. They can learn our ways. They may have sanctuary. But the woman isn't trained and too old to learn.” He made his way down his spot on the rocks, jumping in front of the trio.

The blue-eyed boy stepped in front of Stilgar. “You don't want to do this, Stilgar.” He warned in a low, threatening tone, staring at the older man.

Stilgar paused when he looked into the boy's eyes. ‘Sapphire blue…. the color of cobalt. They're his eyes.’ He thought to himself.

Paul and Jessica started fighting other Fremen who tried to attack them, while Stilgar lunged at (Your Name). The boy summoned the Keyblade and blocked his knife with it. Stilgar stilled at the sight of the key shaped blade, giving (Your Name) the chance to push Stilgar away from him.

He got into a fighting stance. Stilgar lunged at him again, but (Your Name) dodged rolled out of the way, and the two started to fight.

Their blades clanged as they collided with each other. At one point, Stilgar managed to disarm (Your Name), the Keyblade flinging out of his hand. Stilgar pointed his blade at the boy's throat.

Everyone else stopped fighting to see this happen. Jessica was worried when (Your Name) was disarmed. Paul, on the other hand, was about to run back down to help his love. But, something unexpected happened.

(Your Name) smirked at Stilgar and raised his hand to the side of him. To everyone's shock, the Keybalde disappeared and reappeared in his hand.

The move took Stilgar off guard, and he knocked his crysknife out of his hand. He tried to back away, but he shot off a Blizzard spell at the older man, freezing his legs in place. The attack stunned him, and (Your Name) pointed his Keybalde at him threateningly.

“I did warn you.” He growled.

Paul felt a shiver run down his spine at (Your Name)’s tone. His cheeks felt warmer, and his eyes became hazy as he panted softly, loving the sight of his love being threatening.

Stilgar was in awe at this boy's power. “So it's true, you are the Haris Aldaw’,” Stilgar muttered, then added louder, “Why didn't you just show us your blade?” His question came out shaky, showing his nervousness.

“You didn't exactly ask nicely.” (Your Name) spoke, walking closer to the older man.

“Peace, boy. Peace. I judged hastily.”

The boy sighed softly, using his Fire magic to unfreeze Stilgar.

“The sun is rising. We must reach Sietch Tabr.” Stilgar informed the Fremen in their language, “The fate of the strangers will be decided there. Until then, they are under my countenance. My word is on them.” He opened up his stillsuit a little, cutting his skin to show his promise, and the other Fremen followed alongside.

Paul walked up to (Your Name), who now made his Keyblade disappear. He looked at Paul, seeing he brought a girl with him, making him curious as to who she was. The male came over and gave his friend a tight hug, which he returned. They parted when they heard Stilgar speak in Fremen language,

“We must go!”

Stilgar walked up to Paul and, in English, told him to give back the maula pistol he stole when he ran off when the fighting occurred.

Then, Stilgar addressed the woman standing close to Paul, “Chani, take charge of the newcomers. See that they are safe on the journey. Let's go.”

(Your Name) looked at the girl who came with Paul. ‘She must be Chani.’ He thought to herself.

“I will not have them.” A voice spoke out.

“Jamis, I have spoken. Be still.” Stilgar said, and (Your Name) narrowed his eyes on Jamis, standing close to Paul.

“You talk like a leader. But the strongest leads. He bested you. I invoke the amtal.”

(Your Name) summoned his Keyblade again, ready to fight him, but Paul grabbed his arm gently, stopping him. Jessica walked forward as well but was stopped by Stilgar's voice.

“You may not challenge a sayyadina. Nor the Haris Aldaw’.”

Jamis looked at (Your Name). “Then who will fight in his name?”

Stilgar turned back around to his friend, “Jamis, don't do this. Don't. The night is fading.”

“Then the sun will witness this death. Where is his champion?” Jamis asked the group in a growl.

Paul looked at (Your Name), giving him a subtle determined, and serious look before he stepped forward to accept the challenge.

“No… Paul don't-” He whispered, going up to follow him, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Chani, who shook her head gently.

“I accept his champion.” Jamis nodded his head.

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Everyone was getting ready for the fight.

(Your Name) walked over to Paul, who was getting ready to fight Jamis.

He saw Paul staring ahead, and he guessed that he was seeing another vision. (Your Name) placed a hand on the arm that was stretched out in front of him, his hand on a rock.

Paul snapped out of his trance when he felt his gentle touch and turned to look at him.

“You don't have to do this, Paul. I could do it. I can fight him.”

The curly haired boy frowned and shook his head, taking the hand that held his arm in his. “Absolutely not. You're not doing it (Your Name).”

“But-” (Your Name) started to protest but was interrupted by Paul.

“You're too important,” He let out a shaky breath, “You're too important to me.” Paul placed his free hand on the boy's cheek, cupping his face.

“I would search every possible universe just to get you back (Your Name). That's how important you are to me.” He looked into his sapphire blue eyes.

(Your Name) felt his eyes get watery at Paul's confession. “Paul… I feel the exact same way about you too,” He cupped the sides of Paul's face, “But please…. be careful. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt or got killed.” He whispered, sniffling. “I can't lose you.”

Paul moved closer to (Your Name), their bodies gently pressed against each other's. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, pressing the side of the face against his. (Your Name) returned the hug, wrapping his arms around Paul's neck. They stayed like this for a few moments before pulling away a little, but their hands stayed on their respective places. Paul's hands on (Your Name)’s waist, and (Your Name)’s hands on Paul's shoulders.

“You won't lose me.” Paul whispered.

“You promise?” (Your Name) whispered to him, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“I promise.” Paul whispered back passionately.

The childhood friends pressed their foreheads against each other's. They were so close that they could feel their breaths against their lips.

(Your Name) could feel his heart beating fast as he looked into Paul's hazel green eyes. His heart was beating even faster when Paul leaned in, parting his lips. Before he knew it, Paul's lips gently crashed against his. He gasped softly at the feeling but kissed back almost immediately. (Your Name) felt butterflies form in his stomach, making his body tremble as Paul kissed him. Paul wrapped his arms around him while he wrapped his arms around Paul's neck. Paul pulled (Your Name) even closer, leaving no space between them. (Your Name)’s eyes fluttered shut as did Paul's.

Their lips were moving in sync against each other; soft and slow. (Your Name) moved his arms and slid his hands to Paul's curly brown hair, feeling the soft locks in between his fingers. Paul seemed to love the feeling as he moaned softly against (Your Name)'s lips, opening his mouth and the tip of his tongue caressed (Your Name)’s bottom lip.

The action made the (Hair Color) haired boy let out a breath through his nose. But he felt his knees tremble when Paul's tongue did it again; but this time, his tongue caressed his top lip right after the bottom lip. He was silently asking for entry. He opened his mouth without hesitation, giving him access; letting out a muffled moan when he felt Paul's tongue slide into his mouth, caressing his tongue with his. The butterflies in his belly danced more frantically as they two made out, their tongues caressing each other's, as they held onto each other for dear life.

The two turned their heads in opposite directions, wanting to deepen the kiss even further. When Paul's tongue circled around (Your Name)’s slowly, he almost keeled over, feeling his knees weaken more. Paul held him up, making sure he stayed where he was and not letting the kiss break. The action made (Your Name) whimper into Paul’s mouth.

Paul moved his left hand into (Your Name)’s hair, his fingers running through the (straight/curly/wavy) strands. (Your Name) hummed into Paul's mouth as he carded his fingers through Paul's soft curly locks.

The pair kissed with so much passion and love, their bodies pressed against each other's. Like they didn't want to separate from one another.

After a few more minutes of passionately kissing, Paul slowly removed his lips from (Your Name)’s, making a soft smacking sound, a small string of saliva connecting their parted lips. He breathed heavily as he pressed his forehead to (Your Name)'s. He opened his eyes slowly as his hazel green hues stared into (Your Name)’s sapphire blue one's, seeing them sparkle with love.

“I love you…” Paul exhaled, trying to calm himself after the passionate moment. His voice came out raspy and deep, making (Your Name) blush and tremble against him.

It took some willpower to keep Paul from kissing him again at that reaction.

“I love you too… more than anything.” (Your Name) breathed out, feeling the tears that welled up in his eyes fall, trailing down his cheeks. He moved his hands out of Paul's hair and cupped his jawline. “Be careful…. please.” He whispered to him.

Paul nuzzled his nose against (Your Name)’s, comforting him. “I promise.” He repeated the gesture, “For you, my love, I promise…”

The blue-eyed boy sniffled softly, “I love you so much.” He whimpered faintly. He spoke so softly that it probably couldn't even be heard.

But Paul heard him.

“I love you too.” He cooed, leaning forward and kissing the tears on (Your Name)’s cheeks. He moved his lips down to his chin, where some of the tears clung to the area, kissing the spot. Then, he trailed the kisses back up, his lips caressing his right cheek before moving the left one. Finally, he moved back, capturing his love's lips into another kiss. This kiss was soft and tender.

The lovers broke apart and looked into each other's eyes.

Their tender moment ended when they heard someone walking towards them. They turned and saw it was Chani.

“I don't believe you're the Lisan al-Gaib,” She said to Paul before turning her head to (Your Name), “But I do believe you are the Haris Aldaw’.” She gave the boy a small smile, but it faded quickly.

(Your Name) smiled softly at the girl, pressing himself closer to Paul's body.

Chani turned her attention back to Paul, “But I want you to die with honor.” She reached and gave him a blade, “This crysknife was given to me by my great aunt. It's made from a tooth of Shai-Hulud. The great sandworm. This will be a great honor for you to die holding it.”

Paul took the blade with his gloved hand, observing it as (Your Name) looked at Chani like she was crazy for assuming that Paul was going to die. But he had to admit being given such a blade was honorable.

“Where is the Outworlder?!” Jamis shouted, walking back and forth around the fighting area.

The trio's eyes went to him, and then the lovers turned to Chani when she spoke, “Jamis is a good fighter. He won't let you suffer.”

Chani was about to walk away, but (Your Name) stopped her when he reached his hand out and touched her shoulder before he spoke, “It's nice to meet you, Chani.” He spoke, a kind smile on his face.

Chani nodded her head to the boy, lips lifting up into a small, playful smirk, “You too, (Your Name).”

Paul grabbed his boyfriend's hand and walked over to the fighting area where Jamis was squatting, waiting for Paul.

Paul turned to (Your Name) seeing his scared expression. He reached his hand out and cupped the side of his face, “I will be alright, love.”

(Your Name) lent into the touch, rubbing his cheek against Paul's gloved hand, “I know you will be.” He whispered, a soft smile on his face.

Paul returned the small smile and leaned forward and kissed the boy, their lips moving in perfect sync. Paul kissed him with the same passion as their first kiss, making the boy whimper against his lips, gripping at his waist.

He pulled back from (Your Name)’s lips, both of them panting softly. He nudged his nose against his comfortingly before walking over to where Jamis waited.

(Your Name) walked over to Jessica. The older woman wrapped her arms around the boy, comforting him while he watched the love of his life get ready to fight in his place.

“May thy knife chip and shatter.” Jamis spat, standing up from his kneeling position.

Paul just stared, a serious expression on his face before he saluted using his blade.

With word from the Fremen, speaking Chakobsa in unison, the fight commenced.

Jamis pounded his chest with his fist before throwing a punch at Paul. Paul skillfully blocked the attack and started to fight. He was deflecting hits well, getting hits on Jamis as well who returned the hits.

At one point, they were on the ground before Paul skillfully got back up and was now slightly crouching, matching Jamis’ stance when he got up. Now, they were trying to slice and stab one another with their crysknives.

Then, Paul got close and laid the crysknife on Jamis’ throat,

“Do you yield?”

Paul's aggressive yell made the Fremen speak and exclaim amongst themselves. (Your Name) held onto Jessica tighter, inhaling and exhaling softly in worry.

“The boy doesn't know our rule. There's no yielding under the amtal rule. Only death is the test of it.”

Stilgar's words made (Your Name)’s eyes widened in fear as he turned his attention back onto the fight, worry gnawing away at him.

Jamis moved out of Paul's grip, and they started fighting again. Paul kept landing hits and dodging attacks, placing the blade against Jamis' neck many times. He was not aiming to kill. This made Jamis impatient and angrier.

“Is he toying with him?” Stilgar asked the women.

“No.” (Your Name) replied softly, “Paul has never killed a man.”

Jamis had shoved Paul onto the ground hard, yelling; provoking Paul.

Paul stood up, his curly hair covering his face slightly, staring at Jamis with a determined look.

(Your Name) felt Paul's determination in his soul. His worry is no longer there. His heart was beating faster as he watched.

When Jamis charged, Paul attacked. He dodged the attack, got behind Jamis, and while not looking at him, stabbed the crysknife into his side, ending the fight. He pulled out the blade with a grunt and stepped away a little. Jamis’ body falls to the ground. Paul kneels by his side and holds his hand as he dies.

Paul had become the man he was supposed to be, even if he didn't want to.

(Your Name) let out a shaky exhale as he watched it all go down. All the Fremen stood up, moving down to take their defeated friend. Stilgar closed Jamis’ unmoving eyes.

Paul stood up and walked away slowly. The Fremen patted his shoulders on the way as he made his way over to where his boyfriend was, his head down.

(Your Name) left Jessica's arms as he jogged over to Paul. They met on the side of the fighting area. They made eye contact and (Your Name) saw it. Just by looking into Paul's eyes; the old Paul was gone.

Paul's face held so much sorrow and dread. It made (Your Name)’s heart clench. He saw tears well up in Paul's eyes, and he didn't even hesitate to hug him tightly.

The curly haired boy hugged back just as tightly, wrapping his arms around his love's waist, breathing heavily and shakily through his nose.

(Your Name) pulled away to look at Paul's face. He wiped the smeared blood under his nose with his thumb. Paul's lips quivered terribly at his gentle touch.

The blue-eyed boy cupped Paul's face in his hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks. “It's okay,” He cooed, “You're okay.”

Paul just stared at his boy, looking into his soft sapphire blue eyes, watching him lean closer to him. He gently placed his lips against his. Their lips immediately started moving against each other.

(Your Name) could feel Paul's lips trembling against his, so he kept the kiss slow and gentle. Paul rubbed his thumbs against the sides of the boy's stomach, making him breathe out a soft whistle from his nose, sounding like a breathy giggle.

The reaction was all Paul needed to feel better as they pulled away from the kiss, but not entirely; their lips were now just caressing each other's.

“You did what you had to Paul…” He whispered, brushing her nose against his.

Paul closed his eyes, sighing softly as he pressed his forehead against (Your Name)’s. “I love you so much…” He breathed out, his voice shaky.

“I love you too.” He whispered back, nuzzling his nose against his again, which he graciously returned.

“You're one of us now. A life for a life.” Stilgar's voice broke the couple apart, “Come with us to Sietch Tabr.” He looked between the couple.

“No,” Jessica interjected, “They need to get off-world. You must have ways. You have smugglers, you have ships. You have-”

“No.” Paul stopped his mother, “The Emperor sent us to this place. And my father came, not for spice, not for the riches, but for the strength of your people.” Paul glanced down to the love of his life, seeing him smile at him, nodding his head; “Our road leads into the desert. I can see it. If you'll have us, we will come.”

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The Fremen led (Your Name), Paul and Jessica into the desert as they walked on the sand. Some carried Jamis’ lifeless body, now wrapped in white cloth.

The sun was now high, and the sky a soft blue.

(Your Name) stopped, admiring the scenery. He looked closer and saw someone, more like a Fremen, riding a worm through the sand.

“Desert power.” He whispered in awe, smiling widely at the sight. HE thought about if he could do something like that or something greater.

Chani heard him, turning around to smile at (Your Name), “This is only the beginning.”

The blue-eyed boy smiled to himself, watching Chani walk off. Then, he felt a hand on his jawline. The hand turned his head to face, whoever it belonged to. It was Paul.

With his attention on him now, Paul kissed him passionately. The boy hummed against his lips, placing his hands on the sides of Paul's neck.

The couple pull away, both of them smiling softly before they rub their noses against each other's.

They looked into each other's eyes as the sun shined down brightly on them.

Their journey was only beginning.

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