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earendil: what does manwe want with all these bird deliveries anyways
[Day 5]
#silm#silmarillion#eonwe#earendil#<- only tagging ppl for the first two appearances#holiday#12 days of christmas#idk earendil idk#maybe this is manwes idea of holiday decor#a random assortment of birds#delivered by his noble herald (eonwe) and his employee (earendil)#i know earendil isnt as bird coded as the others but its funny to imagine manwe grabbing random employees for Bird Delivery Duty#at least earendil gets tote bags to keep the chickens from pecking at the silmaril on his head#(the nauglamir is a necklace. specifically a carcanet which is a close fitted necklace style#how does it even fit on his head. earendil how tiny is your head)
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15 questions + 15 friends (tagged by my beloveds @whitenikes & @acheronist 🥰💕 thank you thank you!!)
1. Are you named after anyone?
technically yes… i’m named after a character in a book but my mom has never been able to remember what book 🫡
2. When was the last time you cried?
i don’t usually log frequent crier miles but i definitely cried in december (??) watching the music video for “amelia” for a variety of reasons
3. Do you have kids?
nope! i do refer to my students as my kids sometimes on accident and have freaked out more than one person by saying “my kids” lmao
4. What sports do you play/have played?
currently i play rugby, although i grew up playing a lot of sports—i did volleyball, basketball, track, and danced competitively (which is probably the sport i miss the most)
5. Do you use sarcasm?
me? using sarcasm? never :) here i usually don’t because it doesn’t come across the same over text and irl it’s usually just with people i’m comfortable with and know will get it
6. What is the first thing you notice about someone?
oooo outfit maybe? voice? context dependent for sure
7. What’s your eye color?
legally, hazel. illegally, whatever color the nearest person to me says that they are at the time
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
happy endings :)
9. Any talents?
(insert the quinn hughes 😬 on the bench reaction meme please i’m trying ok!!)
i can bake pretty decently! athletic if that’s a talent? i would love to learn how to do more artsy things (got a crochet kit & paint with watercolor sometimes)
10. Where were you born?
michigan 🧤<- not a mitten but i’d show you where i’m from on it if i could
11. What are your hobbies?
reading, although i never have as much time to read as i want to (send me book recs please)… i count sports as a hobby and i just got a really pretty new puzzle! also, obviously, hockey.
12. Do you have any pets?
yes!!! i have a canary and a society finch (orville and duncan), a hypo corn snake (apollo! he has hearts on his head!), and two cats (john watson and effie). in the future i’d love to have a dog again, since i just lost him this past summer
13. How tall are you?
moritz seider (5’3”)
14. Favorite subject in school?
real hot girls speak german 💅 it’s either that or biology but i feel like that’s little bit of a cop out
15. Dream job?
re: the cop out above, dream job is working as a veterinarian for a zoo! so it makes sense i love biology lol
tagging @songsandswords @kj-op @hiding-from-reality-56 @catboy-mahura and anyone else who’d like to and hasn’t done it already!!
#liv in the replies#i don’t always do tag games because i am Shy but i am going to Make An Effort y’all i promise#assorted random comments:#the amount of googling i have done to try and figure out what book i was named after so i could read it… it’s a curse#you can have it in the tags because i didn’t want to put it in text but i am a SAP i will cry about/to medias a lot easier than my life#and generally i really only cry when i’m hormonal l m a o wish it weren’t so#i am a great lakes girlie now & forever midwest kids are doing alright. can’t imagine living somewhere w/o lakes although the ocean’d be ok#i did however make it a goal to read a book every day that i was on break and we did that!!! my other goal did not get accomplished#(finish a fic) because i was like oh i’ll have so much time!!! and then bam i worked like. 40h weeks lmao. every time :))))#hopefully today i’ll write though if i get everything figured out for [redacted] and i keep forgetting i still have tomorrow too#the most important part about my pets is that orville & duncan (birds) are questionably gay for each other :) &are EXACTLY like their names#me vs my anxiety that i am Bothering People when i tag them: FIGHT#please know if i didn’t tag you but you would’ve done this i love you with my entire heart i just got scared i would be bothering you 💕#but also like. tell me so i can tag you next time without fear because i love learning about my mutuals 🥺 y’all are the coolest#tag game
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Little Things That Matter -Fluff-
Summary: Sometimes, love isn’t about grand gestures or dramatic declarations—it’s found in the quiet, meaningful moments that leave a lasting impact. In this collection of mini-stories, you fall for Dr. Spencer Reid, the brilliant but socially awkward profiler from the BAU, through the small, thoughtful things he does: letting you take the last seat on a crowded train, cooking your favorite meal, planning a cozy picnic, and soothing your stress with his gentle touch. Each moment shows his kindness, intelligence, and quiet charm, proving that love truly is in the details.
A/N: This is 4 mini stories so get comfy and enjoy! Please request any ideas or prompts!! I NEED MORE IDEAS
Warnings:
Mild references to stress: Includes brief mentions of workplace frustrations and emotional tension.
Fluff and sweetness overload: This story contains heartwarming, tender moments that might leave you smiling uncontrollably.
Second-person POV: Written from your perspective to immerse you in the story.
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1. Letting You Sit in Your Seat
You’re flustered as you board the crowded train, scanning the car for an empty seat. To your relief, you spot one near the window. But just as you make your way over, a lanky man with tousled hair and a book in hand reaches it at the same time.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you stammer, stepping back instinctively.
He looks up, startled, his hazel eyes wide behind his glasses. “No, no—please, you take it,” he insists, clutching his book closer to his chest. “I can stand. I, uh, actually find it easier to balance this way when the train moves.”
His awkward smile and the way he fidgets with the corner of his book make you hesitate, but the sincerity in his tone convinces you. You sit down, thanking him, and watch as he moves to stand nearby, gripping a pole while immersing himself in his reading.
Every so often, you catch him glancing your way, as if to make sure you’re comfortable. When you get off at your stop, you thank him again, and he offers you a shy smile. It’s such a small gesture, but the way he put your comfort above his own lingers in your mind for days.
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2. Making Food for Each Other as a Surprise
You’re not sure how it started—a casual conversation about favorite foods, maybe—but one evening, you find yourself baking cookies with the sole purpose of surprising Spencer. You know he has a sweet tooth, and the thought of his expression when he tastes them fills you with anticipation.
When you show up at his apartment, he’s startled but pleased to see you. “I was just about to call you,” he admits, stepping aside to let you in.
You set the cookies on the counter, only to notice the table is already set with two plates of spaghetti carbonara.
“Wait, did you… make dinner?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
He flushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, you mentioned you liked it once, and I thought I’d try. I wasn’t sure if I got the proportions right, though. Math is easy; cooking is… not.”
You laugh and hold up your cookies. “Looks like we both had the same idea.”
Dinner turns into an evening of laughter, compliments, and an unspoken understanding that you’re starting to mean more to each other than you realized.
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3. Picnic Date
It’s his idea, but you can tell he’s nervous about it. The picnic is meticulously planned: a cozy blanket spread out in the park, a wicker basket filled with sandwiches, fruit, and thermoses of tea.
“I, um, wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I brought a little of everything,” he says, gesturing to the assortment.
You smile as you sit down beside him, touched by the effort. “It’s perfect.”
He relaxes a little as you both eat, the conversation flowing easily. He tells you random facts about the park’s history and the migratory patterns of birds overhead, his eyes lighting up as he talks. You don’t mind—his enthusiasm is contagious.
When a gust of wind blows his hair into his face, you reach over without thinking, brushing it back. He freezes for a second, then smiles shyly.
By the time the sun sets, you’re lying side by side, staring at the sky, and you realize you’re completely smitten with this quirky, brilliant man.
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4. Giving You a Head Massage While You Talk
You’re sprawled on Spencer’s couch, recounting your day while he sits behind you. His fingers, long and graceful, work gently through your hair, rubbing circles into your scalp.
“I just don’t understand why she keeps undermining me in meetings,” you vent, leaning into his touch.
“Maybe she feels threatened,” he says softly, his voice thoughtful. “Sometimes people react that way when they see someone else excelling.”
You pause, considering his words. “That… actually makes sense. Thank you.”
He hums in response, his hands never faltering. The tension in your shoulders melts away under his careful attention, and you find yourself smiling despite the frustrations of the day.
“I didn’t know you were this good at massages,” you tease, glancing back at him.
His cheeks turn pink, but he grins. “It’s all about applying even pressure in the right places. There’s actually a study that shows…”
He trails off when he sees you laughing. “Sorry. I, uh, tend to ramble.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s one of the reasons I like you.”
The way his eyes light up at your words makes your heart skip a beat.
#criminal minds#spencer reid x fanfiction#spencer reid x you#spencer reid pics#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x oc#spencer reid criminal minds#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid#spencer reid comfort#criminal minds fluff#mgg fanfiction#mgg fluff#teeth rotting fluff#spencer reid fic#fluff#mgg x reader#mgg pics#i love mgg#mgg#fanfic#fandom#mini story
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Post Mastermind Ficlet: Come color with me. (Ao3 link)
Blitz tapped his foot impatiently, watching the company printer slowly spit out each page.
When it was finally finished he grabbed the stack, gently placing it within his shoulder bag before turning to Moxx and Mills.
“Night you two. Don’t get up to anything I wouldn’t doooo.”
Moxxie rolled his eyes but Millie waved at him, giving him one of those intense looks again.
“Night B…remember we’re just a phone call away if you need anything.”
Blitz nodded, giving her a small sincere smile, more grateful for that than he could say aloud but he knew she understood.
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Blitz walked into the apartment quietly, immediately looking over to the small kitchen table to see Stolas sitting there, eyes still a bit vacant but the plate in front of him was half finished of the leftovers Blitz had left him and he would take any victory, no matter how small.
“Hey Stols.” He greeted his bird, smile widening when Stolas looked his way and the barest of smiles lit his face.
Baby steps.
Blitz held up his bag and shook it a bit, “Brought us an after dinner activity. Up for it?”
Stolas nodded, taking his plate and mug to the kitchen to rinse out.
Blitz grabbed his box of colored pencils from the small cabinet next to the front door and then spread out all the pages he had photocopied onto the table.
Each page had a random assortment of doodles of his horse ocs that he had been accumulating over the years. He smiled proudly at them all.
A few days ago he had read offhandedly that doing art could be therapeutic, something to do with mindfulness or some shit and wondered if it may help Stolas. He didn’t know if his bird liked to draw or color but it was worth a shot.
Blitz sat down, shuffling through a few pages, and picked out one of the ones he drew a few months ago of Sand Castle, the tall lesbian horse who hated oranges.
Blitz selected a light brown colored pencil and just began to add color to Sand Castle's mane when Stolas sat back down across from him. Blitz tried his damnedest not to watch Stolas’s every move and silently sighed with relief when the man began shuffling through the page.
There was a soft hum a few moments later that did bring Blitz’s eyes up.
In Stolas’s hand was a drawing Blitz had drawn of Stolas as a horse. Spindly legs, long neck, fluffy all around and a little top hat to complete the look. He had totally forgotten about that one.
“Is this me?” Stolas asked softly and Blitz wanted to jump up and down because Stolas was smiling and he looked amused and it was because of Blitz. Who needed Sinsmas gifts when Blitz was practically on cloud nine just watching his bird smile.
“Yup! There should be one of me somewhere in there too. You should be honored, I don’t draw just anyone as a horse you know.”
Stolas’s smile widened, eyes softening and Blitz had to fight down the urge to kiss him again. Not that he had been making a habit of doing it while Stolas was sleeping (okay he had done it three more times but in his defense Stolas had been extra fluffy on those days and was practically asking for it).
“Thank you Blitz.” And once again Blitz could hear the depth to that thank you, understood that it was conveying far more than just bringing some coloring book pages for them to do for the evening.
Blitz shrugged but waited until they made eye contact to say, “It’s no trouble at all," hoping Stolas would also understand what he was trying to say.
It seemed to as Stolas’s eyes got a little misty, his shoulders finally seeming to relax since Blitz arrived home.
They continued coloring for the next few hours, Stolas picking up random pages and asking Blitz to explain who each horse was as he colored them in.
Every chance he got he would try to spin some outlandish story about the inner relationships of his horses to try to make Stolas laugh and although most of the time Stolas just smiled, he did get a few chuckles which made his heart race every time.
They would get through this. Together. One evening at a time.
#helluva boss#stolitz#stolas#blitz#my writing#I love when new episode drop because I am bombarded with so many ideas#they'll be okay guys i just know it
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For Eternity, Chapter 4
Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult - this fic contains content inappropriate for minors. Chapter Warnings: Discussions around consent in relation to the porn industry
@impulsivethoughtsat2am Was darling enough to beta <3 Many thanks, Dearheart.
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Trusting Vox had been a mistake.
Isabel sat, head in her hands as she cried softly. Her throat was raw from the sobs that had ripped through her the day before. The price of Vox’s help was far more than she could pay and yet, what choice did she have?
“Isabel!” Vox’s booming voice filled the small apartment he had presented her with. “Doll, why such the long face? I’ve brought you some guests! You wouldn’t want to be rude to our guests?”
Our guests.
Vox had this whole fantasy constructed in his head where she sold her soul to him in exchange for knowing the fate of her dear Husband. He was confident that she wouldn’t regret selling her soul for the information. He was even more confident that she would grow to love him in her husband’s place, just as soon as she realized her darling husband didn’t want her.
She knew he knew. He teased it all the time. He hinted at a man who’s love for his wife in life had long since died, hinted at a monster that would rather remove her from existence than see her again. Much to his dismay, regardless of what he would say to her, she would not yeld.
“This, my dear, is my partner!” Vox held his hand out to the tall purple man dressed in a strange cape and looking what could only be described as tacky. “Valentino.”
The man held the same look on his face when he looked at her, eyes roaming over curves and features, as Adam did. Just another body to put under him, not seeing the person for who they were and the heart they had.
“Angel,” The man thing folded, taking her hand from where it rested in her lap and kissing it softly before licking a pink trail up her forearm, “An absolute delight.”
“My name is Isabel,” she tried to sound braver than she felt.
“You see,” Vox pulled her up from the couch by her elbow as she tried to wipe off the pink saliva, “Isn’t she just perfect?”
As Vox spun her, she tripped over her feet. The ends of her wings brushed what random assortment of items Vox had decorated the coffee table with off, clattering to the floor in a mess as they flared out in an attempt to right her balance.
“She could make us a lot of money,” Valentino sang the last word as his eyes ran up and down her body again. “And she is unspoiled?”
Vox shrugged, “I haven’t touched her yet.”
They were talking about her as if she was an object. There was nothing more she wanted to do than yank herself from Vox’s too large hands and run for the window. Leaping, she would fly through the sky and be free again, cuts from the broken glass a small price to pay.
But it wasn’t any use.
The windows did not open and she had spent much of the night trying to break them without causing so much as a scratch to the surface. The only way she was going to get out of the tower was if they let her walk out.
“She was married in life?” Valentino looked like he was appraising meat as he looked at her. “So she’s not totally untouched. She could have taken lovers in Heaven too, no?”
“That’s the kicker, she’s utterly devoted to her husband! She’s been waiting for him like a good little wife but he never joined her.” Vox laughed, enjoying every moment of her torture as his fingers danced over the plush feathers of her wings. He pulled her back to his chest, holding her to him with a arm around her shoulders, slotting his torso between her wings.
“Did you take lovers while you waited, Little Bird?” Valentino’s eyes seemed to glow from behind the ugly heart shaped glasses he wore.
“No,” Struggling against Vox’s grip got her nothing but a tighter press against him,
“So devoted, she came all the way to hell to find her husband.” Again, Vox laughed as if he was in on some secret joke.
“And who is her husband?”
“Alastor!”
“Alastor had a wife?” Valentino blinked in shock, leaning back from her for a moment as if she would sting him if he got too close.
“One that made it into Heaven!”
“Surely it’s not the same-”
“How many Alastors do you know?” Vox was having the time of his afterlife, grabbing her hand and forcing her to dance with him, back pressed tight to his chest.
Closing her eyes, Isabel tried to focus on what she’d learned. They knew an Alastor and only one. It wasn’t a common name, in all her years both alive and dead, she had never encountered another. That wasn’t to say it was impossible but she had to cling to the hope that they were right, that it was her Alastor.
If they had reason to have such negative feelings toward her husband, surely they would brag about what they had acquired. Arrogance and bragging seemed to be their style.
Perhaps Alastor would find out. Maybe he would come for her. Maybe they were wrong. Maybe they were lying.
If she was going to get through this, she needed to cling to that hope. It would all be worth it if it meant that she could be with her Alastor again, even for just a moment. It had to be worth it.
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“Charlie?” Vaggie called from the couch she sat on, “Come take a look at this?”
“What’s up?” Charlie plopped down next to her girlfriend who angled the phone for her to see the screen better.
They had been busy since the Extermination battle. Every waking moment was spent rebuilding and healing. Only now, after a week did they have a chance to slip back into normalcy and do something as mundane as looking at the news they had missed.
“That’s an angel.” Vaggie whispered as Charlie took in the picture of a woman, large white wings and long dress being lead into Vee Tower by Vox himself. “Why does Vox have an angel?”
“That’s not good.” Charlie recognized her in an instant, “Ohhh that’s not good.”
“I feel like that’s a bit more of a ‘not good’ than appropriate, what do you know?”
“I could be wrong,” Charlie didn’t think she was but she certainly wanted to be, “But that looks like the woman we met in Heaven.”
“Alastor’s-”
“My what?” The man materialized in front of them, grin spreading at how they jumped, sending the phone in the air only to clatter to the ground, face down. He spared it a glance, eyebrow raised before directing his attention to the two woman he had caught speaking of him in hushed voices.
“Your… jambalaya! Would be really good to have for dinner!” Charlie answered with a wide grin of her own.
Not telling Alastor wasn’t an option but they needed to be sure. They needed to know for sure. They couldn’t see her face in the picture. There was no need to start a war if it wasn’t even her.
But really, would Alastor care? He had swept aside the idea of being reunited with her as a reward for redemption as if it was unimportant.
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The door to her prison apartment opened, startling Isabel out of her daze. She’d been alone for the last two days and was torn between wanting Vox to return in order to have some sort of interaction or never seeing him or the man he had brought with him again.
Scrambling to her feet, she peered across the living space, unsure of what to expect. Vox had what seemed to be volatile moods that set the tone for his visits. It wasn’t Vox who walked through the door however.
Valentino had returned, the last person she had wanted to see. Along with him was a tall pink man with four arms and covered in fluff. He wore a pink blazer that almost matched his fur color and the smallest pair of black shorts she had ever seen. The short shorts contrasted with the tall black boots he wore, making him look somehow both covered up and exposed at the same time. .
The kindness in his eyes contrasted with the sharp hunger in Valentino’s.
“I brought you a friend, little bird. I figured you’d be getting lonely, Vox being so busy,” Valentino presented the pink man- was it a man?- as if they were a prize.
“Heya, Toots,” he said and you were sure then that he was a he, at least in the conventional sense.
“This is Angel Dust, It’s best that you get to know eachother. You’ll be working closely together soon, after all!” Valentino laughed, “Very closely indeed.”
She didn’t expect to be left alone with the strange new man. Fear surged through her as her eyes bounced between him and the closing door as it latched shut behind Valentino. Holding her breath, she waited for the new man to make some sort of move, to say something to set the tone of their interaction.
“You can relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Angel said, walking around the space like he owned the place. “Got any drugs? Drinks?”
“No?” She hesitated as he made himself comfortable on the couch.
“You’re like a damn deer in the headlights! Do you even know what’s going down? Damn.” “No, they haven’t told me anything.”
“Well, fuck me.” Angel Dust ran a hand down his pink face, “You’re going to want to sit down.”
She did, perched on the edge of the couch to allow her wings room to breath behind her. While he gathered whatever thoughts he needed to gather, she waited, watching his face morph with the thoughts in his head. He seemed nice enough at least but Vox had seemed nice at first too. Trusting her first judgements was what got her into this situation.
“I’m a porn star,” Angel Dust started and her eyebrows shot up toward her hair at the interesting choice in leading statement. “A pretty famous one, if I do say so myself. And I do.”
“Oh, okay…” Isabel wasn’t sure what the appropriate response to that declaration was.
“Valentino is king of the porn district,” Angel Dust really wanted her to figure it out herself. He didn’t want to have to tell her this but she just blinked those amber eyes at him.
“His outfit makes so much more sense now.”
“That’s what you’re taking from this?” Angel Dust ran a hand through his fluffy pink hair. “Look, I’m going to just say it. Vox is giving Val permission to use you in his productions. I don’t know why, he usually keeps his toys separate.”
“Use me in one of his productions? What does that mean, exactly?” She didn’t think it would mean holding the mic or adjusting lights but it surely couldn’t mean...
“You’re going to star in a production, at least one, maybe more.” Angel Dust hated how dirty this was all making him feel, “With me.”
“With you?” She shot up off the couch, “A pornographic film?”
“Hey, I’m in demand, I’ll have you know!” Angel Dust tried to joke but it fell flat. “Look, you can either agree to do it and do it willingly or Val will force us. I don’t- That’s not my thing. I don’t want to be a part of that. Hell, I’m not even into women or being the top for that matter-” He was starting to ramble.
“I can’t,” She ran her fingers through her hair.
“You are not going to have a choice,” Angel Dust stood, wanting to offer comfort but not sure how. “I will do everything I can to not hurt you but unless you know how to change Vox’s mind, we’re going to do it.”
“I can’t,” She repeated, pacing the space. “I’m married, I can’t. Even if I wanted to, I can’t.”
“You’re married?” Angel Dust was taken aback, “Why’s everyone married all of a sudden? That’s some antique shit. Come on, sit down and let’s talk this shit out. I’ve been here awhile. What’s your name?”
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Angel Dust felt like the dirtiest sinner in all of Hell as he dragged his ass through the hotel doors and he hadn’t even done anything yet. He had gotten to spend an hour with the angel Isabel and made no progress toward obtaining anything remotely close to her consent, let alone agreement for willing participation in the planned production.
That was part of what Val wanted though. That sick fucker didn’t care if she was willing. Hell, if she wasn’t the film would sell for even more. He wasn’t sure there were enough drugs in all of Hell for him to bury the guilt if he was forced to-
“Angel!” Charlie had been waiting for his return.
Her eagerness caught him by surprise. She wasn’t one to wait up for him though it wasn’t uncommon for her to be in the lobby. Maybe it was his own guilty mind but he had hoped to slip to the bar, get a drink and hide away.
“Heya,” He side stepped to try and make it to the bar but Charlie was hot on his heels.
“I just have a feeew questions for you,” Charlie reached out, grabbing one of his hands to pull him to a halt.
Knowing this wasn’t something he was going to get out of, he sighed and said, “What’s up?”
“A far as you recaall,” This was off to a great start, “If any of the Vee’s have any new, shall we say, winged-”
“Yeah, Vox has a pet angel. Can I please drink now? Today was kind of shit.”
“Oh, Good!” Charlie clapped her hands before reconsidering her reaction, “Not that that’s good good, just that that’s what I wanted to hear. Not that I WANTED to hear that-”
“Find the point and get to it,” He was far too sober to be dealing with this shit right now.
“What do you know about her?” Vaggie stepped in, saving them both from the rambling.
“Big amber doll eyes and totally devoted to her husband. It’s gonna make shit hard for her, she’s not playing ball for Vox or Valentino.”
“What’s her name?” Charlie asked.
“Isabel, she said. Isabel Dupont. Why?”
“I beg your pardon?” Static violently tore through the room as lights flickered and shadows deepened, growing and spreading like spilled ink.
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Tag list: @preciousbabypeter, @catticora, @alastor-simp, @alastorthirsty
#Alastor x oc#hazbin alastor x oc#hazbin hotel alastor x oc#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor#alastor x reader#alastor x you#hazbin alastor x reader#hazbin alastor x you#dark fic#dark!fic
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ok some nice things to balance the badweird vibes of today
got a perfume at a local store my sister-in-law loves to visit that i never would have gone to on my own and i looooove it. exciting new facet of my identity
also that store carries the best brand of socks in the world (le bon shoppe). amazing stuff. like 4 blocks from my house
stopped at a farm stand on my way home from the beach and got a random assortment of fruit. specifically sought out varieties of apples you don't see in stores and chose two with very fall-ish names. just ate one. very good. like a slightly tarter honeycrisp
getting better at recognizing my backyard birds by song
my shower has the best water pressure in the world
started reading a queer cozy mystery series and it's great. cozy mysteries are sometimes quite quite bad, so this was a real win
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Where's Mine?
It was a blessed break in rescues, and Virgil was taking the opportunity to restock his personal snack stashes.
The most important ones would be in Thunderbird Two – both in the cockpit and cunningly secured in the various pod bodies. Rescues could be both arduous and time-consuming, and there was rarely the chance for a proper meal. Their ‘official’ ration bars and packs were all well and good, but each of the Tracys had their own preferences.
Scott’s personal snack stashes were aboard Thunderbird One (and Thunderbird Two, Virgil had found them – and occasionally ‘appropriated’ part as a ‘transport tax’). And were, unsurprisingly, apple-pie themed. Apple-pie flavoured protein bars, apple-pie flavoured cakes, apple-pie flavoured chewing gum, apple-pie flavoured fruit/custards, and one time, even mini-apple-pies in a cold box.
Gordon’s snacks were his ubiquitous Celery Crunch Bars, a left-over from his calorie-controlled Olympic training diet. The noxious green bars (as well as their wrappers and crumbs) occupied Thunderbird Four – and Thunderbird Two. Gordon didn’t bother trying to hide his snack stash – nobody else would eat the disgusting things. And that went double for his ‘cheese’ spray cans.
John’s ‘stash’ was no secret. Thunderbird Five’s kitchen pantry was filled to bursting with bagels – and chocolate. Grandma had long despaired of the astronaut’s diet, and had threatened – numerous times – to blockade John’s supply line and only allow whole fruits and vegetables into orbit. John’s vowed retribution of stopping production of her precious soap operas quickly shut down any attempts to interfere with his diet.
Alan’s snacks were a diabetic crisis waiting to happen. High energy, high sugar snacks graced Thunderbird Three (and Thunderbird Two – Virgil was beginning to think his precious ‘Bird was considered as little more than a mobile snack shack), a rotating roster of brands as Brandon ‘The Bear’ Berringer lost and gained new sponsors. The only exception was the venerable ‘Spaceman Food’, based on NASAs food rations in the early days of manned space exploration.
All the brothers had gone through a phase of hoovering up the highly processed ‘snacks’. Virgil had a memory of insisting that his father eat them constantly – thinking that they were what he ate in space, and not wanting his father to be ‘unhappy’ on Earth. Jeff, whose orbital diet was much better than those early pioneers’, choked down the bars to humour his son. Lucy had finally taken pity on her husband, and convinced Virgil’s younger self that when he was in space his father missed ‘Earth food’, but couldn’t take it into space, so when at home he should be left to eat the same as the rest of the family.
Virgil’s own snacks tended to be more varied. Although there was a definite trend towards coffee-flavours, it wasn’t exclusive. At various times, there could be pre-packaged cakes and cookies, protein bars, dried fruits, chocolates, and various sweets. An outbreak of pilfering from Virgil’s stash had been combated by the inclusion of chocolate-covered grasshoppers, candied ants, and meal-worms with various chip flavours. All of which hadn’t been too bad, Virgil thought. His brothers’ disgust was misplaced, food was food, after all. And good food was good.
And Virgil liked trying new things, so he scoured the online market places for small businesses with interesting, shelf-stable snacks to compliment his tried and true favourites. As he sat on his bedroom floor with the various boxes and containers around him, he was pleased with the assortment this time.
He was sharing out the various incoming supplies to boxes to replenish his various snack stashes. Thunderbird Two – the Pods – his Workshop in the Hangars – Studio – and his ‘Official’ stash in the Villa’s pantry.
The klaxon blared, and John’s hologram popped up. “International Rescue, we have a situation.”
Virgil jumped up, grabbed a box at random, and hurried out of the room.
The situation was in Cairo, a massive sinkhole had opened up beneath four residential blocks of flimsy high-rise buildings at approximately breakfast time. The death toll was massive even before International Rescue had been contacted. All that was left to them was to stabilise the edges to prevent it enlarging beyond the six blocks it had consumed by the time International Rescue had taken control of the Danger Zone, before trying to extract the pathetic few lifesigns before they too blinked from existence.
The heat was intense. It was now noon in the middle of the northern hemisphere’s summer, and the temperature had surpassed the 35 degree Celsius mark hours ago.
The air conditioning in the Pods were good, but it had its limits, and Virgil’s gecko pod had reached it over an hour ago. He was hot, tired, hungry, and still had hours of work to be done.
A moment of realisation had him reaching for a compartment built into the side of the pod body, where he had stashed a handful of the snacks he had brought with him.
Without looking he had fished one out, and brought up into his eyeline. It was a freeze dried ice-cream, a ‘Paddle-Pop’ which was apparently an ‘iconic’ Australian treat.
Virgil had had no idea what flavour ‘rainbow’ was supposed to be, but the concept had been intriguing, and he eagerly tore open the packet now, and, considering, decided to start at the top, sticking part of the treat into his mouth.
It was, he decided, a kind of bubblegum flavour, and the sweetness was welcome, even if he wasn’t convinced by the texture. It had a kind of chewy, gluggy marshmallow feel to it, and Virgil quickly decided that he would let it slowly dissolve in his mouth.
He wondered idly if he could break the remainder into bite-sized pieces for future use, as he refocused on what he was doing.
John’s hologram flared into life in front of him. “Virgil–” John performed a comic double-take as he saw the ice cream in Virgil’s mouth. “Uh, do you have an estimate for when we can commence retrieval operation?”
Virgil eyed his readouts, and performed a couple of quick mental calculations. “Another half to three quarter hour,” he said, pulling his snack from his mouth by its stick. “Alan will be able to start pulling large rubble out of the way with Thunderbird Two, Gordon and Scott can reconfigure the pods for gecko lift, and I’ll go in with my exo-suit. Local rescue to standby and receive victims and remains. We’ve just got to finish coating the bottom of the south-west sector.”
John nodded. “I’ll relay those instructions,” he promised, before giving Virgil another questioning look as the snack was stuffed back into his mouth.
Virgil was going to need a lot of energy, and fast.
An undetected weakness in a the section of the sinkhole that still had to be stabilised blew out Virgil’s projected timeline, and it was over an hour later before he climbed out of his pod in the relative coolness of Thunderbird Two’s module alongside Scott.
“Hey, Virgil! What config for the gecko lifts do you …” Scott’s voice trailed off at the sight of the ‘ice cream’ in Virgil's mouth, before deciding there were more important things to focus on. “Uh. Um. Should I set them up for claw or grapple?”
Once again, Virgil pulled the confectionery out of his mouth by the stick. “One of both to start with. If necessary, the other pod can be reconfigured, but until we start picking that mess apart, we won’t know for certain what we need.”
Scott nodded, and jogged over to the holographic controls, but not without giving Virgil a puzzled look as he shoved his treat a back into his mouth and headed towards his exo-suit.
The exo-suit was wrapped around him, locking into position, and he rolled his shoulders, stretching out before he started the physically intensive part of the rescue.
Jogging back towards the internal access, Virgil headed back to the cockpit, grunting in frustration when he couldn’t sit down wearing the exo-suit. He was going to be on his feet too long soon enough, and he would have liked to save whatever energy he could now.
Alan burst into the cockpit and beelined towards the pilots chair without acknowledging Virgil. Great. The kid was in a snit about being ‘left out’ again – Virgil sighed tiredly, Alan really should have learned by now that it wasn’t his age that had put him in the cockpit, it was his lack of specialisation in this type of rescue.
Alan triggered the comms even as he was adjusting the pilots seat. “Thunderbird 2 to Pods. Please update status.”
Scott’s voice came back immediately. “Thunderbird 2; Gecko Claw Pod. Clear.”
“Thunderbird 2; Gecko Grapple Pod. Clear.” Gordon chirped a handful of seconds later.
“FAB, Pods. Thunderbird 2 commencing lift off to take hover station above Danger Zone.”
Virgil was pleased to note Alan’s professional conduct over the comms. Maybe he had been wrong about the attitude? Maybe Alan was just tired.
“Thunderbird 2 in position. Standing by for extraction and to grab and lift designated targets.”
Alan cut the open comm line, before speaking again. “Alright, Virgil; where am I,” he glanced over his shoulder and started. The jolt went right down his arms and into Thunderbird 2’s control yoke, and she bucked enough that Virgil had to grab hold of the overhead grab bar to steady himself. “Shit, sorry. Um. Where am I dropping you off, Virgil?”
“Language,” Virgil said absently, once he had pulled his snack out of his mouth again. He glanced again at the holographic display of the top levels of the debris pile. “Right next to that two story chunk of apartment building in the centre. That’s my first priority location for search and rescue. That looks like it’ll have a high concentration of survivors.” He frowned. “I know solar power is better than any of the alternatives, but in a situation like this, it really messes with our close range sensors. I wish there was a way to remotely stop the battery discharge.”
Alan nodded. “Be careful. I don’t want to be digging you out again because your exo-suit shorted out with you in it.”
Virgil frowned. “Brains and I reworked the entire grounding system after that. It was a one in a billion chance.”
The little brother snorted. “Yeah, well, Scott had to make a supply run to the mainland for hair dye after that. I don’t wanna have to do the same.”
Virgil chuckled. “No chance, kiddo. You have to shave before you worry about that.”
He took two big bites of his treat, tucking the chunks into his cheeks hamster style before returning the snack to its package in his baldric, and setting his helmet in place and striding over to the floor hatch and locking his grasping claw onto the winch-fed safety line.
Alan double-checked their position. “Good to deploy, Exo-Suit.”
“FAB. Exo-Suit away.”
It was five, long, hot and dusty hours later when John finally called the rescue.
They hadn’t found anyone alive for the last three.
Virgil sighed as he hauled himself into Thunderbird Two’s pod to divest himself from the exo-suit.
No doubt there would be the usual recriminations. Why had they taken so long? Why had the spent the time shoring up the sides? Grieving families rarely understood that first the site had to be made safe for the rescuers. All they saw was people letting their loved ones die.
All they would see was the people who were supposed to save their loved ones flying away and leaving them.
Not all the missing had been accounted for.
Scott was going to have to pay PR another bonus after this one.
Virgil groaned as the weight of the exo-suit disappeared from around him, along with its support. It wouldn’t be the first time he hadn’t been able to stand upright once the framework had been removed from around him. He had learned quickly to leave his helmet on until after he knew he could stand upright.
It had taken a considerable bribe to buy John’s silence as to the exact cause of that broken nose.
Satisfied that he would remain upright, he removed his helmet, and took a deep breath. No matter how much Brains protested, the built-in filters gave the air a distinct taste, and it was a relief to breathe the fresh air of the module.
His stomach gave a growl as he stepped into the internal corridors leading to the cockpit. Virgil idly wondered if he could convince Scott to pick up some takeaway on his way back to the Island as he once again pulled the freeze-dried ice cream from his baldric and stuck it back in his mouth.
John was on the comms as he gained the cockpit. “...giving you a heads-up, Alan. Scott’s already told me to remote pilot Thunderbird One home. Given the duration and environmental conditions of this one, he doesn’t want to risk anyone flying alone. You’ll be taking shifts at the controls all the way back to Tracy Island.”
Alan snorted. “Yeah right. Scott and Virgil will have a hissy fight, Virgil will win ‘cause it’s his ‘Bird, Scott’ll sulk in the co-pilots seat, while Gordon and I are sent back to the bunks to ‘rest’, despite having done the least amount of physical work. Meanwhile, you’ll secretly have remote control and will be flying us home anyway.”
John smiled. “Maybe.”
Virgil flopped into one of the jumpsuits, shucking off his baldric and harness before pulling coverall uniform off his torso and tying the arms around his waist. “Nope,” he mumbled around the confectionery. “The Thunderbird Pilot you’re calling is not available. Please call again when he is conscious.”
Alan and John stared at him. “You okay, Virgil?” Alan asked, standing up to try feel Virgil’s forehead.
He batted the hand away. “Fine, Alan. Nothing that a good shower, a good meal, and a good sleep won’t fix. A good massage would be nice, too. Remember that place in Japan, Johnny?”
“I remember. The masseuse literally walked all over your back for an hour. I don’t know how you stand it. And don’t call me Johnny.” There was a question in John’s face as he considered Virgil. “Say, Vir–”
He was cut off as Scott stumbled into the cockpit to collapse groaning into a chair, followed by an altogether too energetic and bouncy Gordon who slammed, performing a comedic double-take when he noticed Virgil.
“What the seven seas, Big Guy? You have ice-cream and you’re not sharing? Dude, where’s mine? I thought these guys were kidding me! Where’d you even get ice-cream from, anyway?!”
Virgil closed his eyes as his three other brothers joined in on the chorus of questions and recriminations.
Maybe keep the freeze-dried ice creams for his studio in future.
Notes:
This one’s been sitting in my WIP pile for the last six months.
A co-worker had brought a freeze-dry set up and set up a little side-hustle selling freeze-dried snacks. I brought a packet of paddle-pops and amused myself at various loading sites, waiting a couple of hours and pulling out a freeze-dried icecream and sucking on it for the next four hours. In 40deg Celsius heat.
It’s the little things that make life worth living.
The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the TOS or CGI Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)
I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanfic#my fanfic#virgil tracy#scott tracy#alan tracy#john tracy#gordon tracy#snacks
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more assorted 141 headcanons
idk what really is considered a trigger warning or a content warning but there’s mentions of ocd tendencies and trauma responses. also the impending feeling of doom that comes with being a solider at war.
soap is a dirty charlatan. going back to my previous headcanon of him being a punk teenager he might of shoplifted from big companies and what not anyway since he’s an adult with responsibilities he doesn’t do that anymore. instead, it turned into making elaborate schemes whether it be a game of cards or pilfering random items from people only to give it back to them to see the shock or confusion on their face
ghost can pickpocket. him and soap once had a long game of who could steal the most stuff off of each other’s persons before the other notices. price had to put a stop to it after they got a little too over-zealous with it
ghost can sew and uses this skill for evil. he find out someone he doesn’t like is superstitious and he’s making a miniature effigy of them and terrorizing them with it. not in an explicit way either only implicit. probably makes it look just like them and leaves it where they can find it and its just mini them in a hazardous situation. no one but price knows it’s him.
gaz is super into formula one racing. he gets soap into it and tries to get price into it but price would rather watch football/soccer. price will still watch it with them but doesn’t understand a damn thing going on
soap is good with cars. bro is a full on mechanic. this may be because he wanted to see how many different ways he could turn a vehicle into a bomb and got really into the mechanical aspects instead. he still figured out the bomb stuff though
soap is very number oriented. counts ceiling tiles and passing cars religiously. may of stemmed from running out of bullets before. this could be seen as a trauma response compulsion or ocd compulsions tbh. feel like its not really an active thing he does but rather an action without conscious thought behind it
gaz once wore eyeliner and everyone short circuited because god DAYUM he’s hot. it was definitely lower lid heavy and pointed down or followed the tilt of his eyes
ghost is a bird freak and can mimic a lot of different bird calls. oh side snippet time y’all know that nursery rhyme about counting magpies? the one for sorrow two for joy? anyway thats very ghoap coded now i gotta write something with that. anyway ghost uses his powers of mimicry (its echolalia and we all know it is) to distract enemies in the field. like the assassins creed whistle except its just bird whistles. he definitely loves infodumping to the 141 when different birds cross their path. when soap learned about birds like great tits or blue tits he had a field day. ghost still hasn’t told him about other birds with vulgar sounding names for that very reason.
a nod back to my previous headcanon about soap collecting pretty rubble from explosions, the team adds onto this for him when they can. price finds him rubble with specific shapes (there was in fact a cock shaped one and price had an internal debate if he really wanted to give it to him knowing what it’d spark. never in his life had he heard so many dick jokes in such a short amount of time. he considered separating gaz and soap because of it. ghost ended up doing it for him by manhandling soap into a different seat and staring at him until he closed his mouth) gaz gets him rubble with specific patterns on them like mosaics and tile. ghost tries to find him specific colors whether it be one of each color of the rainbow or a single color with various shades and hues
ghost separates stuff by color. he mostly wears black but also has some clothes that are like dark blue or green. i don’t see him wearing warm colors at all no matter the shade
price once received a present of cigars from around the world and it’s one of his most prized possessions. even if he sticks to one brand (og price smoked villa claras so we’ll go with that)
gaz and soap make plans to build a race car despite knowing they’ll never get the time to do so. an entire journal of soap’s is dedicated to this car. its got blueprints of the body, motor, and electrical system.
ghost makes soap a quilt with the mactavish clan pattern (i forgot what the actual term is. tartan?) being the key focus and soap cries
all of them try to carry gum for soap (bro definitely got an oral fixation)
okay thats all for headcanons for now. any of y’all got headcanons for price or gaz i can steal and add onto cause its harder for me to come up with mundane things for them
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Remus headcanons because I am bored :
*This dude either had a giant ring of skeleton keys or can pick any lock because you know damn well you can’t keep him out of anywhere
*Logan and Remus trade information for fanfiction purposes “hey where is the safest place to stab someone I wanna give my main character trauma” “any place could kill a person however aiming for fatty areas of the stomach and thigh decreases the risk you will hit a major organ or artery” “thanks”
*Remus has every notification noise set to the Grindr ping, Janus has to silence remus’s phone when they go out in public.
*Remus doesn’t wear headphones when listening to music or watching videos in public he just plays it at max volume (he’s that dick, he would be that one guy walking around with a boombox.) He is not allowed the aux cord because otherwise he will play the raunchiest shit at max volume with all the windows down.
*Chronic iPad kid. Easiest way to shut him up is to give him a phone with angry birds on it.
*Clingy as hell, wants to go under your skin, is a biter. Also he’s fucking obsessed with fangs if you have fangs he will ask you to bite him.
*His room isn’t even scary it’s just shelves upon shelves of trinkets. Definitely has a sex toy collection somewhere though. He calls his room the sex dungeon to keep people from snooping around. Probably has a workbench somewhere with a sewing machine on it because he definitely is the type of punk to make ALL of his clothes. Makes a bunch of shit: jewelry, weapons, dolls, and probably has a assortment of taxidermy projects.
*Definitely into witchcraft and paganism, has multiple alters, some serious, some to random male celebrities Thomas has a crush on. Probably has some voodoo dolls stashed somewhere, among his very large handmade doll collection that may or may not of been due to Coraline.
*Oh he definitely has a fur suit somewhere in his room, your telling me this fucker doesn’t have one of those neon wolf fursonas, probably made it himself.
*So. Many. Scars. Half of them from Remus being a dumbass, half of them from Remus testing the limits of his immortality. “hmmm I wonder If jumping off the roof will kill me” “nope”
*Cannot take a compliment. If you compliment him he will immediately assume your trying to get in his pants. If you say it’s a compliment, he will malfunction.
*Fucking loves animals, all animals. ALL animals. Will try to pick up a wild bobcat. Along with his brother he also has the “all animals love me” Disney princess genes. Probably has befriended a murder of crows.
*Very good at making cocktails however you will be hammered after a single glass because he is quite heavy handed.
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Personality Through Quotes
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MY QUOTE IS: A quote about a weird habit they/someone else has.
YOUR QUOTE IS: A quote about your character's feelings about their world's government
Corah - "Hmm. Sometimes I tend to wake up in the middle of the night to stare at the stars. I don't know why, but it's very calming. I like to count out all the constellation Dad has taught me about and the tales about each one, and then I try to make up new ones until the stories get more and more chaotic and outlandish with each new one and then I go back to sleep."
Arammys - "I would say my weird habit is that, from time to time, I try making up stories in my mind, to replace the memories I don't have, and its come to the point that that habit's more like an intrusive thought rather than anything else and it concerns me. Like, I'll see someone on the street and immediatelly start imagining a whole backstory for how we might've met before and how they're my former best friend turned rival turned acquaintance - and the next thing I know I forgot what I was doing - But I'm normal, right? That's totally normal, right?"
Eidan - "I collect stuff! Genuinely. There's no real pattern to it and I don't really remember why I started. It's not an obsession or anything, just a hobby to distract me from stuff that might upset me. I'll just be walking down the riverbed and be like 'ooh that's a neat shell' and pick it up and add it to The Collection. I'll walk through the market and see a silk ribbon necklace on sale and I'll buy it and guess what, add it to The Collection. Anything that really stands out to me in some way makes it to my collection - but I have to really, really like the thing in order for it to be chosen. My collection of assorted knick knacks is as random as it is carefully curated. (smiles, actually proud of his collection)"
Nimwen - "Oh, neat! Not my weird habit, but my brother's - when he is upset he starts counting in Syllen, which is a local dialect from the city where we were born which nobody - except scholars and really really specific groups of people - really uses anymore. He also worries a lot and used to talk in his sleep - not anything concerning, just gibberish, but enough to wake me up every five minutes until I got used to it."
Rin - "People say I'm weird because I eat bugs and rodents. I don't think that's weird - they don't think it's weird for birds to eat those things, and my species is basically just a humanoid bird (okay, I'm an avian fey to be precise). Insects and rodents are a natural part of my diet, and people are the ones who need to stop being so sensitive to everything I do. Hey, is that a cricket?"
Tomasa - "Oh, my turn, my turn! I like to sing at the top of my lungs while bathing, even if I am admiteddly a bit off key I am having fun. I also like to go to taverns where no one knows anything about me and try to challenge the biggest dude in the place to a drinking contest! The look on their faces when I win is always priceless."
Masen - "Does using the bardic talents I hoped to one day be famous for to steal from my audience because I've had to become a thief instead count as a weird habit? That's not a rhetoric question, does it? I really wanna know, dude!"
Kyran - "I'm not really the kind of person who has 'weird habits', but if you really want to know... some of my inventions aren't exactly that legal, and they do have a tendency to... explode? But only on occasion, and sometimes to my favor, but you didn't hear it from me and you don't have any proof to tell anyone you heard this."
Maryon - "I like climbing to the roof of the towers of the castles - it's a beautiful and breathtaking view. I can see my whole city from there, covered in beautiful snow and blue ice, and the mountains of Tirawen are a small dot on the horizon. Occasionally, I'll see the outline of a dragon flying in the distance! I don't think it's a 'weird' habit, but it is certainly a risky one. I sometimes do this for fun, other times to escape from my duties when I want some peace and quite, haha"
Florynce - "I talk to the trees - and they whisper back at me! So do the flowers and the rocks and the rivers and the birds, and all of the forest! It says my blood runs through it."
Leora - "Don't tell anyone, or my reputation as the fearless underground leader might be at risk. But I still have my childhood plush toy and I can only sleep if I have it on my bed. It brings me comfort in a way little else does."
Elias - "Ooh, I have one hell of a list of weird quirks curated and stored straight from my brothers' childhood - Masen used to sleepwalk, until he one day he hit a wall and woke everyone in the house but not himself, Kyran one time got into an argument with an old lady at the market because they couldn't decide whether or not the scarf a vendor was selling was lilac or purple and turns out it was neither because it was pink, Masen used to cry whenever he heard a sad story involving dogs, Kyran said he hated the sea but turns out he didn't want to admit he was scared of sea monsters - want me to keep going? Because I can."
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RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS, ACT II
ASSORTED QUOTES FOUND IN FILMS, TELEVISIONS, MUSIC, AND LITERATURE.
CHANGE gendered words as needed.
SPECIFY muse for multimuses.
“ A great force is asleep in you. ”
“ All I ever think about is you. ”
“ All I ever wanted was to know what to do. ”
“ Am I a good man? ”
“ Are you going to kill me? ”
“ Becoming the villain isn’t the answer. ”
“ Can you prove it to me? ”
“ Did you really think that I would ever let you go? ”
“ Do you regret taking the vow? ”
“ It was like a switch was flipped. ”
“ Fear cuts deeper than swords ”
“ Forgiveness is different from absolution. ”
“ Have I explained away any part of my guilt? ”
“ Help me. Remind me why I am here. ”
“ How many have died because of my actions? ”
“ How often will you repent? ”
“ How strange this is! What is the meaning of it? ”
“ I appreciate your concern. ”
“ I am beyond repentance. ”
“ I am destroying myself so other people can’t. ”
“ I am doing no injury to anybody but myself. ”
“ I am nothing if not merciful. ”
“ I am so glad to see you! ”
“ I believe you are perfectly right. ”
“ I can’t help but give in. ”
“ I cannot agree with you there. ”
“ I doubt I will be pleasant company. ”
“ I doubt everything, even my doubt. ”
“ I feel as though I have been living a long, long time. ”
“ I fought so hard to free you… ”
“ I have betrayed everyone and everything I know. ”
“ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ”
“ I have this grief and I don’t know why. ”
“ I will do whatever you ask. ”
“ I will not be a caged bird. I will fly free. ”
“ I played my part in the plan. ”
“ I pledge myself to your teachings. ”
“ I’m like a collection of paradoxes. ”
“ I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel. ”
“ I’m not too gone to be healed, am I? ”
“ I'm not everything I want to be, but I'm more than I was, and I'm still learning. ”
“ I’m restless and harsh and hopeless. ”
“ I’ll do all that I can to make things right. ”
“ If I cannot be loved, I must be feared. ”
“ Is everyone in danger as long as I’m alive? ”
“ Is this fair? Is this just? ”
“ Is this what you wanted? ”
“ It ends as it began. ”
“ It would be impossible, I know. ”
“ It’s not my fault — I’m not to blame! ”
“ It’s been a long time since I’ve been me. ”
“ I’ve started this storm; gotta stop it somehow ”
“ Money can only give happiness where there is nothing else to give it. ”
“ My intentions were not always wrong. ”
“ None of this is your fault. It’s me and my head. ”
“ No harm will come to you! ”
“ Life is full of tough choices. ”
“ Please remove your blade from my throat. ”
“ Pity comes too late! ”
“ Save me from these evil deeds. ”
“ Sorry is not enough. Sometimes you actually have to change. ”
“ That behavior is quite inexcusable. ”
“ The end justifies the means. ”
“ The path of hate is a dangerous track. ”
“ This can only end one way. ”
“ This is why you never should’ve left. ”
“ There’s a revolution coming. ”
“ There’s trouble for all when there’s trouble for one. ”
“ They are not to be trusted. ”
“ What do you mean? ”
“ What is this fighting all about? ”
“ Where were you when I was still kind? ”
“ Why are they all trying to make me into a saint? ”
“ Why can’t you see me? ”
“ Would you like to punish those who wronged you? ”
“ You can’t trust a single thing I say. ”
“ You can’t run from this! ”
“ You changed me. You should remember me. ”
“ You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean that you were kind. ”
“ You don’t have to make a sound. ”
“ You have been loyal to a greater cause. ”
“ You know what’s best for me. ”
“ You were born for this. ”
“ You’ll always be a slave. ”
“ Your offer is meaningless. ”
“ You’re the one that I need. ”
“ You’re not as brave as you may seem. ”
“ You’ve gone too far! ”
#askbox meme#askbox prompt#rp ask meme#roleplay sentence meme#sentence starters#ask box#roleplay prompts#roleplay sentence starters#* sentence meme
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thinking about the random assortment of movies that I watched 10 million times as a kid (you know Those Movies. the ones you had on tape or DVD or saved in the tivo and never deleted? yeah).
the incredibles: genuinely one of the best movies ever. oh my fucking gd is the incredibles a good movie. brad bird at the top of his game. pixar at the top of its game. this movie has only gotten better with time as I've grown up and was better able to understand bob and helen's arcs.
singing in the rain and the sound of music: I'm lumping these together because they are big over the top hollywood musicals. singing in the rain is insane. it's bonkers. it's amazing. I wanna make movies like that where there's random surreal musical numbers where the set design looks like the cabinet of dr. caligari. the sound of music is so stuffed with schmaltz but I love it. I love how schmaltzy and sugary and hammy it is. they're classics fight me.
grease: oh fuck. oh gd. oh my lord. where to begin with this one. when I was 15 or 16 I rewatched it after years of not seeing it and finally caught what they were singing about in "greased lightning" and that everyone thought rizzo was a pregnant slut and why are the high schoolers bald 40yo men??? also the message of that movie is learn how to fit in?? I've been scared to revisit it since. I'm scared it's worse than I remember.
young frankenstein: dick jokes. dick jokes everywhere. it ends on a dick joke, perhaps one of the best dick jokes of all time. my dad originally showed me this movie when I was 10. after I watched it again after a period of not seeing it for a long time I was like "DAD THIS MOVIE IS 30% DICK JOKES BY VOLUME!!!" and he was like "ya :D" what a classic. I should rewatch young frankenstein.
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OC Deep Dive Tag!
So sorry for taking so long to get to this one @mysticstarlightduck but thank you for tagging me anyway haha
I'll do the main trio for BRS! Michael, Ray, and Talia!
What uncommon/common fear do they have?
Micheal: It’s a fairly common fear but Micheal has a crippling fear of doctors. He’s disliked them since he was a child but his dad always told him doctors were friends. That mindset changed very quickly after he became a hero.
Talia: Public speaking. She’s the least ‘popular’ member of her family so she’s grown accustomed to not being in the spotlight and when she is she doesn’t know how to act.
Ray: Deep water. He doesn’t really know why. But if he ever has to be flying above water or visiting a lake he won't go in and it stresses him out.
Do they have any pet peeves?
Micheal: People that think they’re better than everyone. Especially when they think they’re better just because they have money.
Talia: Sudden loud noises. Especially when she’s trying to paint something. It throws her off and then she has to take a break to figure out what happened.
Ray: Interruptions.
What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?
Micheal: His super suit, a police scanner, a little crystal Bianca bought for him (He doesn’t even like crystals but if Bianca gave it to him he’ll keep it till the day he dies)
Talia: An assortment of paper and pencils on the ground, her tablet, unfinished homework
Ray: Byte (His favorite robot), lots of computer monitors, old take out food
What do they notice first in a person?
Micheal: Their intentions. Micheal hasn't been a hero for long but he has long enough to guess if someone has bad intentions or not.
Talia: Their clothes (She’s a bit of a fashion girly)
Ray: Their eyes. (When people are controlled by No One their eyes turn yellow. He always keeps that in mind.)
On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?
Micheal: 9/10. He grew up in a bad part of the city and gets beat up all the time as a hero. He’s used to it.
Talia: 6/10 Sheltered rich kid but is trying to go out and help Micheal with his hero stuff more.
Ray: 3/10. He’s a sheltered rich kid who lives in his basement.
Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?
Micheal: Fight
Talia: Flight
Ray: Fight
Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?
Micheal: It’s only been him and his dad. His mom left when he was two and he never met the rest of her family.
Talia: Loves her family. It’s her, Ray, and her mom and dad but she’s also close to her extended family.
Ray: He’ll go to family events when he has to. But he likes his grandparents.
Have they broken any bones?
Micheal: Yes. Many times.
Talia: No. (Somehow)
Ray: Yes.
How would a stranger likely describe them?
Micheal: A pretty friendly kid! He’s a little awkward and looks kind of disheveled but he seems nice!
Talia: Very difficult to describe. She doesn't really give you any room to talk. She just seems to like talking about random things she likes. But she’s not rude per say. I guess she’s nice enough?
Ray: Very quiet. Lets you do most of the talking but he always seems like he’s judging you.
Are they a night owl or a morning bird?
Micheal: Night Owl
Talia: Morning bird
Ray: Night Owl
What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?
Micheal: Hates cherry, loves bubblegum
Talia: Hates peanuts, loves birthday cake
Ray: Hates strawberry, loves cheese
Do they have any hobbies?
Micheal: Other than being the city's only hero he also dabbles in the guitar! His dad got him a beat up one when he was twelve and he loved it.
Talia: She’s my painter girl but she also does some scrapbooking sometimes.
Ray: He cooks. Very well. Talia and his dad can't cook for their lives. So it’s just him and his mom.
Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?
Micheal: Very very happy. May or may not cry.
Talia: Very shocked and needs a second to recover then immediately starts partying.
Ray: He doesn't like surprises much. But if it’s just a few people that mean the most to him he’s just happy to be hanging out with them.
Do they like to wear jewelry?
Micheal: No.
Talia: Definitely.
Ray: Once in a while if he feels like it.
Do they have neat or messy handwriting?
Micheal: Messy.
Talia: Neat
Ray: Neat
What are the two emotions they feel the most?
Micheal: Tired, regret
Talia: Energetic, anxiety
Ray: Tense, Determined
Man I forgot how much I love tag games. I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @illarian-rambling, @melpomene-grey +OPEN TAG <3
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Undertale Yellow AU/UT and DR based-Ideas Ramble Post
You know, I haven't posted on this account for anything in YEARS besides reblogs and one Paper Mario: Origami King rant...
Anyway, had random assorted Undertale yellow AU and post pacifist/wider Undertale/deltarune world--related ideas I felt like spouting for fun because I'm back into Undertale brainworms and Twitter would suck for this, especially since I keep updating this. Feel free to use these ideas if you somehow see this and get inspired. Credit would be nice (at least cause I would like to see anyone turning these rambles into ideas) but really isn't necessary. These can easily veer off from the canon/creators of yellow and various AUs referenced (I've been really bad at keeping up with generally accepted versions of aus and the story for official ones), and I do not in ANY way want to imply my ideas are good or "proper" add-ons, just fun what-ifs that might break the rules. Also, I'm bad at coming up with good endings or full casts descriptions for a lot of these concepts (sorry Dalv) so feel free to do them yourself
UNDERTALE YELLOW SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY
*Undertale background (and yellow lore ideas):
-Clover is the first human to fall after Flowey's "birth"
-if Berdly has an unseen Undertale counterpart (he's the only one who never has a reference or family member referenced unless you think the drunk bird in grillby's is related), martlet is like his way older cousin.
-undertale yellow takes place just before the monsters who became amalgamates woke up (since alphys said she called everyone and probably wouldn't have been so chipper in the journal if one monster wasn't still getting up, and Ceroba says she hadn't heard anything and there's no mention of other monsters getting news of their relatives) and subsequently melted. In other words, amalgam kanako doesn't happen until after the events of pacifist (that said, I wrote some au ideas on the idea of her amalgamating before anyway)
-Kanako is part of the amalgam that tucks in frisk, since she remembers it being comforting when she was a kid. Also, this is just a story idea but I can imagine her being a bit special/unique when everyone started melting, perhaps the first to get up and last to melt or vice versa (I think the former cause her soul was probably holding on a bit longer since because of the boss monster and existing determination injection sustaining her longer). EDIT: lmao so much for being headcanon for the first bit. Anyway, only add-on thought to this is that since a lot of lore, though partly unused, implies it's mostly just older monsters that fall down, kanako was the only outright child in true lab and Alphys basically had to become her guardian/parent for a few months.
-martlet stole the serum from true lab while everyone was still fallen down, soon after alphys made the first injections, hence why alphys is willing enough to chance leaving the lab open and why martlet isn't as shocked/traumatized as she might have been if she saw amalgamates. She wasn't familiar enough to recognize kanako/a child resembling chujin (how she might have expected them), but she was also focused on sneaking in and out so she wouldn't have paid much attention until reflecting during pacifist.
-the snowdin attack took place in upper snowdin, which is why there's way more guards stationed there. Additionally, that was one of the last events of Undertale counterpart rudy's life, and he helped asgore restore trust and calmness in the days after the event. His girls were too young to remember. Lastly, sans and papyrus briefly drew suspicion for their human frames, but both pretty quickly disarmed residents of suspicion.
-The reason that Clover was the only one to ever travel through yellow locations (the other humans may have at least explored other parts of the underground and just died in Frisk-explored locations) is because they're some of the farthest possible places from the Castle. Even slightly more direct routes would have gotten them killed, hence Flowey pushing them on a roundabout path
-Undertale's Gaster (I have a seperate pet theory about how there's one from Undertale who fell into Deltarune, and another who originates there) made the core but fell into Deltarune before clover arrived, and there he has some major interaction with sans and papyrus that follows them back in Undertale where they get here after Clover
-Ceroba's family were naturally gifted towards magic and one of the more important families on the surface, to the point that a few remnants of their tradition remained aboveground where they eventually become (one of many) inspirations for Mew Mew Kissy Cutie (without the humans knowing the monster background), hence the bell motifs both share. Underground life has kind of quashed most boundaries that aren't "the royal family," but Chujin was marrying above his paygrade (both had a strong mutual love)
-The boss monster gene is normally inherent only in goat-esque monsters, so by default they're the only boss monsters, but it can be transferred from goat monsters to non-goat monster children (normally undetected), and it was in Chujin's family for years (this is mostly just me coping on my different definition of boss monster). Also, as a small little design concept, I like to imagine that kanako and chujin would have had slight boss monster features (rounder snouts, tails, fur that's either white at the base or tip, small horns buried under their hair, and chujin could develop facial hair)
--As a combination of the above, Kanako would probably have been one of the most Naturally gifted/powerful monsters short of the Dreemurrs thanks to both her mother's magic and father's boss monster DNA. However, she probably wouldn't have had a need to significantly develop those powers (kind of like how Toriel is naturally powerful but not really a warrior).
-Ceroba has a slight Japanese accent (like someone who has both mastered English and speaks it commonly enough) that's usually burried underneath the underground's default (like every species had some dialect and accent pre-Ebott that's faded over time), but if she gets angry it FLARES up
-Likewise, Starlo has an exaggerated cowboy accent (I personally think of Mad Dog in the Live a Live dub with the southeastern-slant given his showmanship), but when the mask (and hat) drops, it turns into softspoken midwestern farmboy.
-Chara only bonds to Frisk because they share an affinity for determination and Frisk landing on their grave was close enough to hit something. Clover isn't attuned enough for that to happen.
-sans, alphys, and Asgore know about all the Yellow locations (though Alphys is too shut in to ever visit anywhere besides the mew mew arcade machine), Undyne has been to the dunes and mine and is old enough to know of the steamworks but never visit, while she respects the Wild East just enough to avoid visiting herself and causing trouble (personally, she probably thinks they're just a bunch of slackers who aren't helping out monsterkind given her views of mettaton, but she can at least respect their passion ). Papyrus doesn't know about the steamworks but has been out to the dunes once or twice. Toriel has been shut in and away too long to know of the steamworks and doesn't know the dunes dried out.
*Undertale yellow post-pacifist (and just Undertale post-pacifist):
-Flowey left his main save after Clover's death, after realizing both neutral and any pacifist didn't get anywhere, and due to a mix of pity/respect (though he wouldn't admit it, clover sacrificing their soul for monsterkind reminds him of Chara) and pragmatism, he keeps his ("main" if reular flowey has multiple) save file permanently after their death even if he CAN reset to his creation. (Of course, he's still toyed with the timline THOUSANDS of times before Clover fell--since they only fell after he already tried everything and just waited, he's not too torn up about never going back while he plays around with his new circumstances for a while)
-The only ones who know most of what happened to Clover are Martlet, Starlo, and Ceroba. They told Asgore that Clover was a good kid, but nothing about how they steered Ceroba off her path
--likewise, no one but Clover and Ceroba (and Flowey) knew that Ceroba is responsible for Kanako falling down. Starlo (and some of the rest of the Feisty Five) has suspicions Ceroba hid SOMETHING about the nature of Kanako falling down beyond what she reveals out loud in pacifist, but would never suspect what happened, and both he and Martlet were knocked out for the fight (plus, Clover was seeing a memory) so neither caught what happened. There is absolutely some angst potential of Ceroba admitting what happened and it temporarily straining her friendship with Starlo.
-Undertale is about 2 years after (I normally headcanon that it's decades apart for humans but for this game I'd let it slide). There's not much obvious aging or change outside whats apparent in the credits from character development (dalv is a little more outgoing, Ceroba starts to live a little, starlo goes back to the farm more often) but Martlet is probably marginally more organized and a tad more matured in terms of appearance.
- The cast is mostly uninvolved with UT, but at least one of them (probably martlet or Dalv--ceroba is still a little bitter about mettaton costing Chujin his job and Starlo might avoid the show out of respect to her) catch Frisk on Mettaton's show with clover's gun and hat. Your call whether they respect that Clover's tools protect another kid beyond the grave or see that moment as disrespecting their memory (Martlet is probably the most understanding, Starlo the least), but after the barrier is broken they at least appreciate that Frisk used Clover's belongings to achieve justice for monsterkind
-During the photoshop flowey fight, clover was kept on lock the longest since he knew more of what their soul was capable of.
-The Wild East/Dunes and steamworks aren't used as hiding spaces in genocide because even if clover was pacifist, monsters know humans have gotten there before, and Alphys isn't taking chances compared to how true lab can be locked down.
-the souls can briefly "sense" clover while everyone is absorbed by Asriel, and toward the end of the fight as monsters inside gain their memories back, they don't exactly "talk" again but at least gain a sense of closure and fulfillment from Clover. No one quite knows what happened after the fight, but the gang feels a little better about Clover for some reason.
-Ceroba meets amalgam Kanako in both the evacuation and post-pacifist. At first, she'd hold it against Alphys (after the initial despair at seeing her daughter transformed), enough to even attack alphys, but she comes to admit what happened is just as much her responsibility. On post-pacifist, Kanako is calm enough (thanks to Frisk) and sentient enough for it to be a real reunion, and like most amalgams doesn't hold it against alphys enough to lash out, which at least eases Ceroba.
-toriel gets some closure on what happened to clover when she wants to honor the fallen humans and asgore directs her to ceroba. She doesn't get the full story but enough to know they gave their soul up willingly. Even though the two in the past probably would have disliked each other (Ceroba disliking Toriel for giving up on her husband, and Toriel for what Ceroba did to both kanako and Clover), Ceroba would have mellowed out enough to respect toriel's decision. Toriel would be more standoffish but at least sees Ceroba as less of a coward than asgore who was motivated by love of her family.
-any monsters who befriended previous humans plus yellow's main cast and toriel hold a funeral for the humans who died (Asgore may attend out of penance, and other monsters out of guilt but not as the primary attendees), Toriel is probably the only one (besides family if any are left) that cares for integrity sadly...
-Honeydew inn becomes the main nature resort of the underground for surface visitors, especially with snowed inn shutting down
-On the surface, Starlo becomes involved in those western town recreations, and Martlet still doesn't quite have a direction to take her life in and winds up in various odd-jobs for a while, but she appreciates the newfound freedom. Dalv isn't quite a pro yet, but his organ playing nets him the occasional music festival appearance, and in-between he works on his kid's books. Ceroba would mainly be occupied just trying to keep amalgam kanako happy (though if there's a connection between her background and Japan, she at least visits a few shrines together) and when she doesn't visit her friends, she's working together with other amalgam families on treatment.
-in flawed pacifist, starlo has almost entirely lost the sheriff and western fascination due to his feelings on clover and justice as a whole, and busies himself on his family farm, occasionally paying respects to the ketsukanes. The feisty five become more distant friends and the wild east as a whole gradually loses its cowboy flavor without Starlo's enthusiasm and becomes more of a rural Hamlet in the dunes. Martlet and dalv are generally the same as above, but lack a strong friend group for support, especially with martlet and starlo never reconciling over Clover's choice . After the events of UT, starlo takes in kanako and cares for her as both struggle with the loss of Ceroba and feelings on humans in light of frisk and Clover's legacies. Starlo also takes a small roll in the steamworks restoration with alphys (below), but has nowhere near the same knowledge or attachment
-The connection to the surface eventually results in the resources for reflowering portions of the dunes, and the mines remain a source of mineral wealth for monsterkind.
*General AU Idea I had regarding Kanako as Flowey/an Equivalent
-The steamworks gets "restored" (cleaned out of important tools and research properly, and physically repaired but out of practical operation outside as a museum) post-pacifist. Most robots choose to stay in the only home they know (and could operate in) but any capable of moving at least have the freedom to leave, and it's now run as a historical location with Axis occasionally involved in tours (when he's not exploring the concept of freedom himself). Alphys contributes to the restoration work due to a combination of guilt for "faking" mettaton's nature and putting a lot of scientists out of a job, and Ceroba realizing she's still one of the best tech specialists left in the underground and asking for her help (and alphys naturally feels she owes it to her as a family member of an amalgamate).
-Kanako takes on a similar role to Flowey after a combination of Ceroba's soul essence injection and alphys' determination injections (Ceroba never told Alphys that there's already some injected in her) overload her past the amalgam point and her body melts too much to even hold together, eventually dusting and settling into a white flower from the steamworks that kanako kept from chujin as a memento. She grows the same lack of empathy and desire for thrill/power that drives flowey as lack of emotions and the ability to reset erodes her unwillingness to kill (as usually develops as a result of gaining reset power: see meta narrative on Frisk/Chara/the player). Eventually, this drives her to seek the souls and see what she could do with more power. her philosophy outside of those goals is that people only ever use each other as a means to an end, and trust or faith in others is a painful dead end (Chujin's plan and Ceroba's work hurt Kanako and she cynically sees it as an attempt at creating/clinging to legacy, she realized Alphys faked her credentials and was using the DT injections just for reputation, and she eventually realizes Asgore doesn't reaaaaally want to free his citizens the way he promised them but is too afraid to be honest and destroy their trust). There's an element of "kill or be killed" but based more in the belief that inherent selfishness means those who don't use others will be used. The integrity soul human themself isn't truly present, but their LV, though filtered, made it easier for Kanako to start hurting others, and lingering feelings of fear and hatred towards monsters combined with kanako's own trauma from a human created a deeper sense of distrust for all living things.
-outside her general philosophy being a bit different and putting down her parents and their friends a bit more (similar to Flowey holding more cynical views of his parents) her actions are like flowey for most of the game (so she largely masks her philosophy and her personal belief that she and Clover are trying to use each other). the only noticeable difference is that she's less reliant on pellets and more on energy infused attacks given the nature of the flower she's attached to. Part of her snapping in neutral in addition to just generally being angry clover won't open the way to killing asgore after years of trying to get them there is that she's PISSED clover would be so "stupid" as to throw their safety away by trusting Martlet. The inside of her head would have less of Flowey's self-harm elements and be marginally less twisted (it "helps" she isn't dealing with lingering remnants of Chara's mentality or death from humans like Asriel did) but instead there'd be a sense of loss of self from the amalgam experience she briefly felt manifesting as melty, goopy horror, and the fear she felt both then, and as a child when integrity attacked (and subconsciously, the fear Integrity held as Axis blew their head off).
-despite the Asriel comparisons I also really wanna try not making her mostly just "Asriel but UT yellow character." (which is also why I can't come up with an ending scenario since I feel it could rip off Asriel too much). I do think flowey's role in UTY works really work because it IS flowey and not someone like him (whether like his UT or UTY selves), I just also had the idea kanako might be flowey during my playthrough and I REALLY wanna explore that .
**variation of the above but placing the timeline further back.
-I have a less developed idea that sees this as part of a larger AU where yellow takes places before flowey or alphys. Chujin loses his job due to the core shutting down steamworks labs and the axis prototype incident ensuring he doesn't get to work as an individual researcher. The Integrity attack happens when kanako was just a baby, then a decade later is when chujin dies and Ceroba starts the serum plan. After kanako becomes fallen down, Ceroba does another injection since she's desperately clinging to the belief that chujin's idea HAS to work.
-That much human soul essence contains enough DT for it to partially melt Kanako and seemingly destroy her sentience, but her boss monster DNA (and the fact that it's not pure DT but filtered through human essence and is therefore slightly more self sustaining) keeps her soul and form resilient enough to survive as solo amalgamate. Ceroba keeps her locked in the Ketsukane house out of a mix of shame, fear of losing all her friends, and fear that Asgore would ask other scientist to poke at Kanako's soul (Ceroba herself would admit that she really isn't sure herself which one dominates her thinking, but it's probably more selfish than she would like). She tries her best to at least talk to her, feed her and comfort her while maintaining the facade of a normal life (she tells everyone Kanako got sick and passed away, and it was too much to bear to bring anyone to her funeral) Kanako slowly becomes less and less responsive. Months before Clover falls, Kanako's body comes into contact with a white flower from the steamworks, and the remnants of her soul jump into on after sensing a stable, "living" body, awakening as her time's version of flowey.
-I don't have too much of an idea for the ending of Clover's journey, but in this version Ceroba has at least given up on using Kanako for a monster soul and instead is aiming for Asgore's. Part of the shock of the Ketsukane household portion would not just be the tapes, but the fact that Kanako's now motionless, amalgamated body can be found right after. It's initially assumed to be from Chujin's research before the truth comes out.
-this probably breaks a TON of rules of both undertale and Yellow, so if anyone has a less stupid sounding version of this, it would be neat (and also how it would somehow end in such a way as to not interfere with Undertale)
*species swap/overtale yellow/monster clover:
-martlet's wings are a carpentry invention she made to make her job easier. They aren't exactly the most reliable equipment though...
- clover is a fox monster for a kanako parralel just as how Frisk and Chara are commonly goat monsters. Their aesthetic still leans on western cultural ideas about foxes as opposed to kitsune elements, with the hat over their ears plus scarf over their nose in populated areas hiding enough facial features to pass as human. Otherwise, they're a star monster to mirror fellow cowboy, starlo.
-All the robots are largely the same (since they aren't monsters), though there's an implication that integrity's monster counterpart's dust has had some unnatural effect on Axis' personality (nowhere near asriel's rebirth). Chujin had BADDLY underestimated how fragile monsters can be, and axis' attempt to harvest essence and dust without a proper protocol led to some of the dust getting within his internal systems.
-one of the uncomfortable facts that clover is confronted with towards the end of each route is that if/when the monsters died, there would be no real way to know what dust is theirs or where they are now.
-part of the reason clover stands a chance is because their gun, unlike the rest of clover, is not magic but instead physical with a bit of extra kick from magic infusion. And a murder-high/genocide route naturally gets a little bloody... (though most kill would at least be "clean" enough shots through the chest)
-in each route, clover undergoes their own "undying"-esque transformation based on overwhelming justice that feeds into determination, resulting in the equivalent of their big shot mode. In neutral, flowey reducing them to their soul in his mind means their magic is no longer tied to a body or the danger of the real world and can desperately concentrate on self defense, in pacifist, Ceroba lands a clean hit and clover's sense of betrayal and desire for a just end pushes them to take one last stand (regardless of pacifist outcome, they don't have a strong enough soul for it to last forever). In Geno, axis manages to land the same killing blow he did on integrity, and clover is strong enough to spend the remainder of the story in their undying mode. Asgore manages to actually land his own fatal blow that would kill them in moments, but clover survived long enough to kill him and take his soul, leaving it ambiguous if it saves them.
*what-if: Ceroba succeeds in capturing Clover's soul
-basically what it says. Ceroba manages to get clover all the way to true lab (including pushing past alphys and mettaton) before Starlo warns them (or alternatively, if for some reason Flowey didn't reset the timeline when she takes Clover's soul in the pacifist fight). After the initial shock in true lab, Ceroba realizes one of the amalgams is Kanako. Even though part of her admits her plan won't work with the state her daughter's soul is in, she's too desperate to reverse her daughter's condition and after coming across Alphys' entry 17 (unused in-game, but her speech on how monsters can't handle DT), backstabs Clover in the hopes that their soul can act as a weight on the determination that overloaded the amalgam's body. Flowey's aversion to true lab plus the speed and chaos of events happening make him too slow to control the timeline since the amalgamate has enough determination to go beyond his file (a full human soul plus a DT injection plus a human essence injection plus boss monster DNA plus other monsters). The body stabilizes into a chimera, and all the monsters in the amalgam plus clover have their own sense of self and degree of control over their body (picture Asriel + Chara but way more chaotic, with kanako and clover as the ones most commonly in control). Everybody is confused and terrified, and Angst and tragedy ensue. Kanako isn't really happy that an innocent human had to die for her sake, and Clover is caught between anger at being betrayed, and their own recognition of the injustice Kanako and all the amalgamated monsters have endured.
*"Ketsukane Reborn"/Clover shares a soul with Kanako
-not my idea at all (there are quite a few cool takes on this), but yeah, clover shares their soul with Kanako similar to Dreemurr Reborn. Kanako has less angst about Clover giving up their soul (they're still sorry of course, but they didn't ever try to hurt Clover, and clover gave their soul up since it wouldn't be just to let them suffer so they're okay enough with what happened) and the two can be surprisingly in-sync with a mix of Kanako's enthusiasm (Kid was hopeful enough that her parent's serum would work) and Clover's desire for justice, compared to Asriel/Frisk being a bit more solemn and differing
-Since both of them keep their eyes open, the main way to tell who's more in control is the eye hue: Brown for Kanako, and Yellow for Clover.
-The monster side of the soul offers support in shooting sections with the same additions that ralsei and susie provide during spamton Neo (with the protection closer to Ceroba's diamond shields).
-Ceroba absolutely broke down SOBBING in a mix of joy and sadness to have her daughter back and for how much Clover gave. Clover assuring her it was okay was one of the first times they manifested.
-If they ever actually meet Dreemurr Reborn Asriel/Frisk, Asriel talks with Clover a lot apologizing for all he put them through, and Kanako talks with Frisk thanking them for not fearing her in True Lab.
-the human essence in kanako was the only reason why her body was even stable enough to absorb Clover's soul (clover confirmed this themselves before they gave it up), but even still, she does feel that it's unfair she got a second chance that no other amalgamates did. As they get older, the two search the world for the history of monster souls to see if there's any cure.
*Underswap yellow:
-I don't have ideas for most swaps since the cast mostly don't come in pairs, but in a role but not personality swap AU, Ceroba would swap with starlo and goes full weeaboo running the Far West. She's not anime weeb (though that's her equivalent to western movies as research material) but more like, glorious Nippon, edo-era, ken-sama shit. Starlo is a peaceful enough farmer who packs a gun after seeing its power in his interactions with human culture (if clover swaps, he got the gun they left behind when they died). Ceroba is moreso putting on act of overblowing what is "tradition" while making it more "trendy" based on human trash in waterfall in order to appeal to other monsters even though she wants to honor her family's legacy (not just her immediate family but ancestors), and Starlo leans into it more than Ceroba does for him. The culmination of the arc would more be her frustration with a self-imposed obligation to put up an act that celebrates the human alterations and ignores how her family and own personality really are, compared to Starlo getting too caught up in the act, and she is much more willing to kill a human for personal reasons.
-If clover does swap with another human, it's either patience (a la their items appearing in the ruins in ts!underswap) or integrity (as the major human of yellow's backstory). Whoever swapped with clover is the one going through the journey with yellow's cast and theming is closer to their soul, while clover went through the events the original human they swapped with did.
-Asgore, Toriel, undyne, napstablook, and Temmie are mostly the same as however you view/prefer their underswap selves. Running with the doll idea, neutral ending Temmie's memories feature a lot of ripped apart and mutilated dolls and stuffing, and an "odd" focus on a lack of arms... On Geno route they get absolutely ripped to shreds as their plush's body parts come off.
--Alternatively, going with the Asriel and Chara swap (the other one I usually see), then Chara-as-Flowey would DETEST Clover the instant their mask slips in neutral/genocide. They still wouldn't reveal their backstory, but there would be hints at the fact that they're pretty familiar with humans and have a VERY low impression of humanity (Clover's counterpart not excluded), even if circumstances have lowered their empathy for monsters as well. During true pacifist, Clover's counterpart's act of selflessness for the sake of monsterkind earns their begrudging respect, while during Geno, Chara-flowey promises them that they aren't all powerful and will have consequences some day like all humans (I've never really seen a consistent elaborated form of this swap so I kind of just ran with my own ideas of it, without too much personality swapping)
*Underfell Yellow
-I forget the general plot/backstory people go with and I haven't seen the original version in YEARS so I don't have much for Undertale/fell cast members who appear, aside that flowey was genuinely siding with Clover most of the journey and sends them away from toriel for their safety (from Toriel or the rest of the underfell underground is your call). Clover gives him the okay to move on without them once they realize there's no route in which Clover escapes without massive amounts of dustshed, but he's still shaken by losing them and it affects his relationship with Frisk on top of Frisk's connection to Chara.
-Martlet is motivated by a desire to climb the royal guard's (or their underfell equivalent) promotion ladder by ANY means for the power and prestige it brings. she tries to fake being clover's ally but is really, really bad at hiding her intentions so they usually avoid any backstab easily enough. She really shouldn't be qualified for the job, but she managed to cheat the initial results and competition for a position.
-starlo I already saw a cool bandit concept for and there is no improving on that
-ceroba's life went on a downward spiral ever since she married chujin only for him to become a disgraced, laughingstock of a scientist and leave the family broke, and then went on to focus all his efforts on soul and robotics projects with no care for the family before he had the "decency" to pass away. Ceroba is baddly shaken, and without realizing it, starts emotionally manipulating Kanako with the idea that her mother works very hard, is very tired, and needs more help to care for her child (not entirely untrue, but Kanako thinks it's somehow her own fault). After discovering Chujin's serum idea, Ceroba becomes borderline negligent trying to create the injection, with Kanako finding out and putting herself forward as a test subject in the belief that anything to help her mom is good. Ceroba at this point is too desperate to even question if she shouldn't do this, and we all know what happens next (though Kanako coming under the care of Underfell alphys is pretty bad...). All she has left is a degrading existence as a paid assistant to starlo's gang, having given up on her husband's plan or that Kanako might recover, but Clover's pure soul has given her a new plan that might salvage her family's dignity
-chujin has actively tuned up axis to be as much of a human murder machine as he can be after the integrity incident, partly to spite asgore and the royal guard by showing his creation is superior to anything they could ever hope to do, and partly out of a burning hatred of humanity. Axis has a sympathetic personality from his initial creation when chujin was less bitter and exploring the potential of artificial intelligence for good, but it's buried amongst data screaming at him to kill humans, and little is left for monsters or robots besides indifference (in a bit of blatant symbolism, his heart is now cracked from disrepair). In his more comical moments, think of abridged android 16 if he didn't have a bird interest.
*Outertale Yellow:
-Okay I really have nothing for this except the fact that at least one "star fox" joke with the Ketsukanes (and also Martlet, froggits, and any rabbit NPC) would be very funny to me.
*Storyshift Yellow:
-This one I don't have real ideas for at all (especially because I'm embarrassingly behind on the reboot and I don't wanna put lazy headcanons on it), but if Clover somehow fell before Chara (considering how neither of the skeletons are referenced in UTY), their fate would influence how the Dreemurrs attempt to keep Chara alive.
-Sans immediately pulls out his instant kill cage on clover in flawed pacifist unlike asgore having dodgeable attacks, and admits how blatantly unfair it is for the kid. On Geno, he would normally try to put up a fight during genocide even if recognized he would eventually lose, but he sees Clover's fight with Martlet's equivalent and admits he can't even hope to delay clover or make them reset enough as soon as he realizes they have counters for his tricks (laser during his turn which makes it much harder to dodge, attacking outside of battle, the natural advantages of resetting) after one or two reloads. He does manage to leave them with a comment asking whether the slaughter and chaos and hatred that will follow was worth it or just.
*Inverted Fate:
-I don't really have anything concrete for this either since I admittedly missed a lot of backstory, plus the creator already said Clover's journey would be incompatible with the the AU (and I'm not creative enough to imagine where/"when" most of the yellow cast would be in IF's world). That said, as a what-if, I do think It'd be neat if Flowey went through Yellow before the timeline reset and that a part of Asriel was still affected by that time with Clover (if only for how they weren't Chara, just as how he's dismissive of Frisk, as further evidence to himself of Chara's importance and specialness).
-I do think Martlet could also be interesting to examine due to anti-human sentiment becoming much more normalized thanks to both the backstory and Undyne's actions. Martlet would be a more dedicated member of the Royal Guard (and a little older than she is in UTY) who wouldn't be as friendly to frisk, but she can't help but have doubts.
*Poketale Yellow/pokemon themed AU where everyone is a Pokemon/Mystery Dungeon choices:
-Clover is a Jolteon
-flowey is a sunflora
-decibat is noibat,
-Dalv is golbat (I could find surprisingly few vampire-esque pokemon. Also, while acrobat matches the color scheme better, dalv is relatively weak and too isolated to have fully evolved).
-martlet is quaxwell (she evolves in Geno route. and I know she's not a duck but I found surprsingly few good blue bird pokemon besides ducklett, or Articuno)
-bailador is Hawlucha,
-starlo is like a junior Solgaleo (mainly on account of his parents, and I just can't see cosmoem or staryu working well. Feel free to make them work or come up with a better fit like a special solrock or minior)
-Ceroba is Ninetales (she usually hides her tails outside of battle, and they only show in full for the pacifist final)
-chujin is thievul
-Kanako is a vulpix, but she has a few traits of a thievul
-axis is golett.
(Feel free to put any of your own ideas for them, i'm sure i missed some new pokemon that are better fits. I just like Jolteon clover to go with Eevee frisk)
*Dreemurr/Ketsukane Swap (including Chara with the Dreemurrs).
-The dreemurrs aren't royalty, but rather "just" the monster equivalent of nobility, while the ketsukanes sit on the throne. King Chujin has a much less trusting view of humanity, but the Dreemurrs pleaded to him that an exception be made so long they ensured Chara never hurt anyone. As there was less pressure to be the "future" of monsters, Chara never developed the same sense of responsibility or duty to destroy the barrier for monsterkind. Their hatred of humanity remained though, and combined with their exposure to more average monsters and the sense that they were a burden on monsterkind, they wanted to be part of a "weapon" for all of their family's fellow monsters. They convinced Asriel to go ahead with their plan hoping that their fused soul might contain the essence necessary to empower all monsters to take revenge with a source of near infinite determination. Asriel/Chara stayed hidden from society after convincing asgore and Toriel that Chara died of a natural illness and the fusion was an accident, and begging that no one find out what happened lest they become saddled as monsterkind's saviors (really because chara wants all monsterkind to be powerful enough for war first and doesn't want them to have false hope until the power is in their hands). They secretly worked together with Chujin to extract the essence of their soul after convincing him of the potential and banking on his general distrust of humanity and faith in science to free monsterkind. Chujin realizes it's risky but after Chara already sacrificed themselves for this plan, he can't refuse.
- As kids who didn't fully think things through and a king working in secret without other scientists, the plan did not work at all. The Raw energy of Chara and Asriel's determination basically went berserk in response to an extraction attempt, leaving the fusion as an amalgamate constantly melting and reforming from attempts to save and load. Chujin was too guilt-ridden to tell the truth of what happened to Asgore and Toriel, so he lied to them that Asriel/Chara broke into his personal lab and tried the experiment on themselves and died, begging the Dreemurrs to tell everyone else it was a disease so that no one questions the sudden disappearance of a human. The body is too well hidden for the Dreemurrs to question anything at first, and they leave to grieve.
-Asgore is the first to realize something is off and eventually finds the amalgamate. He comes close to killing Chujin in rage for hiding his children's survival and mutation, but is stopped at the last second by Asriel (just sentient enough to protect Chujin since it was partly his and Chara's fault, but unable to communicate that to Asgore) Chujin swears that he thought finding them like this would be worse than thinking they died, then promises that if Asgore keeps this a secret to everyone, then the two can work towards a cure. Asgore hates that he was lied to, but still believes that Chara and Asriel tried to extract the essence on their own, so he accepts the proposal as Chujin's form of apology. Asgore works himself ragged through tests on his soul seeing if the growth between boss monster parents and children or a stable boss monster soul might reform the children, far past the safety point that Chujin recommends, but nothing works. As his condition pushes past the point of no return, Chujin finally realizes that another human soul would be the only thing powerful enough to restore the children, and bitterly passes the information on to Asgore, believing it's hopeless one would appear like Chara.
-This whole time, Asgore kept everything a secret from Toriel even as she became worried about his health. On his deathbed, he admits the truth (as he knows it) to her and apologizes for lying about their children since he didn't want her to see them so disfigured, but with no hope for recovery they have been secretly transported home without chujin's knowledge (leaving him constantly afraid they may one day reappear). Asgore begs Toriel to keep the same promise of secrecy and tells her that a human soul is Asriel and Chara's only hope. Toriel is infuriated with Chujin but out of Asgore's wishes, she never tells anyone and keeps them hidden, while planning to take a human soul should the chance ever arise
-Toriel DESPISES herself for the killing she's planning to do even if it's for saving her kids (that it's for them is the only reason she even takes this path), and though she believes that Asgore and Chujin both lied to her (the later not receiving any sympathy), she still blames herself for everything that led to the transformation even though she really is innocent ("if only I paid more attention") and is caught between her protective urges and her mission. She fights with a cult-like animal mask based on a goat (like a stereotypical image of Pagan, fertility European religions), giving her longer horns and a generally demonic appearance.
*Deltarune / Deltarune Yellow (whether it's the Yellow Cast in regular Deltarune or in Hometown's past is your call, but most of these apply to the former):
-Martlet is stuck doing a bunch of odd jobs around hometown since she hasn't really decided on a careeer or college. She's related to Berdly as a way older cousin, and the age gap that puts her in higher end of asriel's age group means they don't really hang out much.
-Dalv is another shut-in, though he occasionally submits anonymous organ recordings and children's books to the library.
-Decibat is one of the workers at the library and can be most counted on to shush anyone, even anyone else trying to shush someone.
-Starlo runs a movie watching club focused on westerns. The rest of the feisty five put up with it but each has their own genres they prefer
-Bailador runs a really weird dance aerobics program at a local gym.
-the Ketsukanes would be one of the more notable families in town like the Dreemurrs and Holidays (like how Toriel runs the school, asgore ran the police, and Noelle's mom is the mayor) due to chujin being a capable inventor (in his case, less authority in town and more out of town fame that trickles back home) and his and ceroba's families both having lived there for decades, but he had a pretty big falling out incident with Dreemurrs regarding their choice to adopt Kris (he didn't trust having a human in the community, let alone the chief of police having one). After that public blowup with Asgore, Kris was mysteriously attacked in the woods while alone, and while there was no official evidence of who did it (Kris was too young and too hurt to remember) and no one was charged, rumors quickly singled out chujin and his reputation was destroyed, since no one wanted to be friendly to someone who hurt a Dreemurr (though most townsfolks are more worried about Toriel, asgore, and Asriel's feelings than kris'). The family moved away to a city where he works with the tech and robotics companies he already designed for--the irony that in spite of his hatred for humans he now has to live in an environment full of them as well monsters has not been lost on him, but he's too stubborn to go back or make up with the dreemurrs and just avoids humans as much as possible now. The ketsukanes.generally dress more like a "modern" Japanese family (e.g. Kanako wears a school uniform), though chujin isn't quite a salaryman.
-Ceroba occasionally visits to talk with her old friend Starlo and pay respects to family buried in the town cemetery, but otherwise she's grown distant from most of the people living there and has awkward talks about her family's new life which are mostly done out of politeness obligations. She isn't distrusting of Kris like Chujin is, but given the nature of Chujin leaving, they're naturally not comfortable around each other (she wishes Kris could remember what happened that day and exonerate her husband, while Kris knows it wasn't chujin and feels guilty for being unable to absolve him, but they still dread thinking about that attack and being reminded of those who refuse to accept them as part of other monsters), and Toriel is very cold toward Ceroba since that's the closest person to chujin she can take out her anger on.
-Kanako was pretty young at the time (she's currently Asriel's age, and left when she was just 7 or 8 when Kris was a newly adopted younger sibling), so she's not too close to Asriel and Dess' school group and she never really knew Kris' school group (she's never met Susie before the events of Deltarune, and she only saw Kris once or twice due to her father's hostility--she mostly knows Noelle and catti thanks to her time with their older sisters). The rare times she visits with her mom during summer is her mostly just her seeing what's changed, telling her old class what city life is like and awkwardly trying to get to know the town's teens as an older teen/young adult (most of them are weirded out since they don't really know her except from their parents talking about chujin unfavorably, Kris is too quiet and too uncomfortable about what happened to get close, and Noelle's own problems with Dess make it hard to talk since the original in-between point for them is now gone). She might have ended up as Asriel and Dess' friend or at least someone they occasionally talk to online since they were too young to fully get what happened or blame her, but Dess' disappearance left just Asriel and kanako, and the ketsukane-dreemurr family history made it too awkward to talk as just the two of them, so they stopped keeping up around high school.
- Some of Chujin's old concept sketches on an automated police robot that can still be found in the station's files are basically axis without the steampunk pipes or heart design. If one file was part of the dark world it would resemble a sleeker axis insecure about being incomplete, with the spare requirement being to "finish" building him (if you do so, he ends up falling in love with the machine to thrash your ass, and much hilarity ensues with rouxls and sweet cap'n cakes in hometown). Noelle's cool robot face is needed to briefly placate him since his facial recognition concept was never exactly well developed (blame chujin's biases for making him associate human faces with criminals, and not really working out a monster face).
-clover is a kid in asriel's age group who happens to both go to the same college as him, and was friends with kanako in high school (ironically, as much as chujin didn't want a human in hometown, he accepted that in a city would realistically be impossible to keep kanako away from any. Most what keeps him away from hometown is his pride + sunk cost fallacy at this point). However, clover doesn't realize Asriel and kanako knew each other for a while since they (clover) never saw a need to bring up one to the other, and the two of them didn't ever mention the past (and kanako herself goes to a different college). That connection would only come up as part of any storyline you do
*Deltatraveler yellow:
-note: I know that deltatraveler has a set plan of chapters, and I doubt this could freely drop in-between any of them with no trouble--this is just a what-if I can see happening towards the end of the journey, but at least before toontown. Also, I would not assume by default that Kris, Susie, or Noelle know any of the Deltarune counterparts I imagined above, since they're coming from a universe closer to the Deltarune we know.
-Neutral: Kris, susie, and Noelle all get dropped into the steamworks (at a point between its shutdown and Clover entering) and accidentally turn on Axis. Shenanigans ensue, including Noelle pulling out a cool robot face that manages to placate Axis multiple times as Kris sneaks away and Susie getting pissed off at the lab puzzles. She and Noelle get stuck in the factory and they come out with the guide robot screen stuck on susie's weapon. Kris gets stuck in the lab and deals with both Axis and Yellow's Flowey who's confused about how his Determination is being overridden and tries to kill Kris, though before a fight can happen Axis interferes. The rest of the gang doesn't entirely realize they're in a version of the underground (no monsters besides sans, and they aren't familiar enough with the references to other people/places) until Kris tells Susie they ran into Flowey again, and on cue he appears. Since he's a different flowey who doesn't know the rest of them vs the main one tailing them, Susie can instantly cut the bullshit with him and tries to take him out, but once again Axis interferes, and UTY flowey leaves. After the encounter, the main chapter 1 Flowey appears unbeknownst to anyone and plans to use the experience with his counterpart to get a better read on how to deal with Kris, Susie, and Noelle.
-sans takes the place of Mo and mentions he hasn't ever been here even though it feels familiar to him for some reason but also...not. (he's alluding to the underground as a whole, and that he's not from Yellow's universe/timeline).
-pacifist: Ceroba appears early on after noticing one of Chujin's devices in her home went off (it was linked to Axis activity). Upon realizing there's a pure human soul (she really sensed it before the gang sees her, and it's implied she avoids them on neutral as a result to leave the job of killing Kris to Asgore and the Guard since she doesn't need the soul or care much for asgore's plan if it's at 5 souls already), she approaches as an ally to get the gang to Hotland and the royal scientist (Susie is annoyed that she won't outright fight back against robots like the rest of the team). She recognizes Kris' soul is odd, but she's confident enough in it being "pure" and keeps trying to pull them to the side to earn sympathy points while seperating them from Susie and Noelle and just generally being a bit of a control freak which puts Kris, Susie, and Noelle on edge. She accompanies Kris through the factory and "accidentally" gets cut off from Susie and Noelle, during which time she really tries to butter up Kris as an ally. Susie and Noelle catch up soon after the lab and accidentally trip an alarm that alerts the underground to the group's presence, causing Ceroba to panic, grab Kris, and run for it before getting separated from Susie and Noelle in Axis' arena. After repelling Axis, Ceroba tries to make a play for kris' soul, but they make it clear to her their soul cannot be trusted or controlled even if they were comfortable letting her use it. The gang is angry that she lied to them and tried to kill one of them, though at least Noelle can't help but feel sorry (without agreeing) after she admits her desire to uphold chujin's legacy and help kanako (without ever explicitly admitting what happened). In turn, once she hears the trio has their own family to get back to, she promises to grab the royal guard's attention and hold them off, assuring them the royal scientist might recognize kris' soul wouldn't work for the kingdom's needs and help them leave to avoid trouble.
-obliteration: Because the soul forces the group's way into the steamworks without turning it on, Ceroba isn't alerted at first and Axis is force booted in safe mode. The soul destruction scene includes Mo making a brief appearance (sans ain't gonna help you outside of key locations, so mo ends up running into the group none the wiser while attempting to scrounge around for stuff to sell), and for trying to kill someone that doesn't even pick a fight and still tries to help after the first threat, Kris slam dunks the soul into the pink goop. (Alternatively: during the lab portion Kris pours the acid on the soul if you attempt to make them drink it). The rest of the gang is a mix of desensitized and tired enough to let the Soul destroy Axis ("helps" he's just a robot to them) in the second encounter if Kris is forced to catch him in time--failing to do so drops obliteration. The final fight is with Ceroba after Axis' danger signal manages to trigger one of Chujin's devices, and she realizes you're not only destroying Chujin's work, but a threat to the whole underground (and kanako in particular since you're going in the same direction where Kanako currently is) while bitterly noting that of course the next human would be impure. She uses shields, red attacks, the steamworks itself, and a partner to put up a hard fight against kris, susie, and noelle given how powerful they are at this point. From there I can see two different partners
--If it's still pre-clover, Ceroba is accompanied by Starlo since he refused to let her explore alone and together they can put up a hell of a fight in sync (especially with starlo getting more serious, and providing more unpredictable attacks to counterbalance Ceroba's). If Ceroba dies first, the full weight of the situation hits him and he starts bringing out some magic based on both his farm background and his astral nature. If Starlo dies first, Ceroba curses that she sees yet another person close to her die and pulls out her mask, going into a lighter version of her pacifist phases (she's more righteously angry, but can't hold onto the same hope for chujin's legacy that pushed her in pacifist). I feel like Ceroba would go down first since she could shield any attacks plus starlo never gets a "hard" fight, but I could also see him trying to jump in front of a heavy attack meant for Ceroba that she wouldn't have time to shield up for.
--If it's closer to Yellow (perhaps because the grind takes so long that the events in steamworks go from corresponding with right before Clover to the Dunes and Wild East?), Ceroba is accompanied by a pacifist clover who tagged along despite her insistence not to (If they either die or somehow win, her plan is impossible to fulfill, plus she has enough basic decency to be uncomfortable putting a child up against killers). If clover goes down first, she naturally goes rage mode at losing both an innocent child and her plan (and the soul/Kris sense that "someone"/Flowey tried to reset but couldn't), and she goes diet pacifist like before. If Ceroba goes down first, clover's LV jumps to 8 in rage and they pull out big shots and dodges (they aren't high enough LV for the laser, but will spam big shots late in the fight) alongside attacks based on Undertale Yellow's attack system and the yellow soul portion of photoshop Flowey. Susie and Noelle flat out refuse any participation the second Clover gets involved, and when it falls to just clover they outright assist them against the soul (Susie and Noelle will force spare themselves but they can't spare clover since Clover is too enraged to back down from the fight). After landing the killing blow, clover's soul slowly starts charging the laser in a last ditch attack, but it shatters before it can fire, and they collapse. In this case, I think Ceroba would always die first thanks to protecting Clover, but I want to consider the possibility of her surviving as a what-if. The gang can't exactly fall much further than killing Ness and Paula (plus whatever happens in Ts!underswap with Chara), but being unable to stop the soul from forcing a kill on clover even with their assistance would be one of the second-to-last straws.
-the elevator to Hotland proper is a grey door. The gang is...a tad exasperated by this (Susie: "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?") but accept that they have no real choice since the way before the arena is blocked and either the commotion from axis or the obliteration route has notified the guard to their presence.
Doubt anyone will read my ramblings or be seriously inspired, but I just love this game, and I love to imagine it together with all the other cool stuff in Undertale and fandom
#undertale au#undertale yellow#ut yellow#uty#undertale yellow AU#UTY au#deltarune au#i know i normally don't post stuff here these days but this is way easier of a place for me to shoot out ideas#UT#DR#utdr#ideas#no really they're just ideas I'm not a writer or musician or artist so I'm not turning these into anything#So feel Free to use them if you somehow found this post and read it#undertale#deltarune#Also I am so sorry to Kanako I swear I did not mean to make her suffer in these#I Just suck at thinking of endings even though she deserves a nice one
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I had a hilarious TRT-related hiccup earlier today when I was seeing a museum with a friend who was in the area.
So we met up, and she and her partner hop into my car. Naturally, I have some music playing softly in the background, specifically the official TRT playlist cause I wasn't thinking and had Matt and Jane on the brain. And after a few songs, as we're driving to the museum and chatting, she, in clearly somewhat puzzled tone, is like, 'what is this you're listening to?' because there's a really random assortment of styles on there thanks to recs from me, all ya'll, my sis, and spotify itself.
And my brain... stalls.
Because these people in the car are Friends but not Fanfic Friends and neither of them even know what fanfiction is. And any explanation will potentially launch a cascading wave of further fanfic explanations until I'm eventually discussing Star Trek slash back in Ye Olden Fandom Times (TM) or knowing me going further back to Dante's Divine Comedy in the 1300s, which was not a powerpoint presentation we had time for. Yet, 'yes this is a 9 hour playlist put together by me and a bunch of readers of my stuff, and by stuff I mean a really long free story I've written based on a tv show simply because I am obsessed, no I do not know all of them personally but we all talk regularly and they bring me songs for the fic sometimes like cats laying birds at the feet of their humans only instead of feeling shock and horror I am delighted and have collected them for the past 3 years and that is why my playlist is gloriously broad in style and scope' is also likely to launch us into explanations we do not have time for. Lying never occurs to me.
"Um. Uh. This is... It's... some... friends who read some of my online work and made a playlist about it."
Her, in the tone that says she knows I'm full of shit and keeping an entire novel series of information to myself: "Oh. That sounds nice."
Nailed it.
You're all my friends now, it's official.
#the red thread#you can't get me talking about fanfiction because then i'm going to turn it into a presentation#and that car ride was 8 minutes long we did not have time for my dissertation#which would have led to explanations of fanfic as well as why i have for now written 900k words and am headed to 1 mill#and also likely her asking 'are you ok' as i froth wildly about matt murdock and what he means to me#but also about LOVING ALL YA'LL and the ART and the MUSIC and then general segue into my love for the creative community#that is twined into fandom itself#WE. DO. NOT. HAVE. TIME.#so instead you were all just a couple friends who read a lil thing of mine and made me a nice lil playlist that is somehow 9 hours long#FUN FACT THE AVERAGE READ TIME FOR TRT IS 37 HOURS AND SO THE PLAYLIST WILL BE WITH YOU FOR 24% OF IT BEFORE LOOPING
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I love the fact that tumblr causes you to know an absolutely random assortment of facts about shows you’ve never watched:
Supernatural: Sam and Dean are brothers who hunt monsters kind of like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They are emotionally constipated. There is an angel named Castiel who is in love with Dean but got banished to super-hell when he admitted it. Then Dean died of tetanus. Somehow this had a major influence on the 2020 election.
The Terror: There are a bunch of British navy guys stuck on boats in the arctic. Maybe there’s cannibalism, maybe there are supernatural elements? The main villain i.e. meow meow is Cornelius Hickey, who you can already tell from the name will be shipped with everyone. He gets whipped on the ass at some point. Other character names are Little, Hozier, Toblerone, maybe? I have seen art of some subset of the characters as catboys but I don’t know who.
Deltarune: Related to Undertale but not a sequel? There is a character named Spamton, a puppet who lives in a trashcan and sells stuff. He gets censored a lot and tries to scam people. He wants to be a “big shot”. He is sometimes shipped with a bird named Swatch. Spamton is not the main character or even the main villain but there is a secret ending where he is the big villain. I forget the name of the Deltarune main character, but they’re non-binary.
I encourage other people to reblog describing media that you’re only familiar with via Tumblr osmosis. The more uncertain you are of details, the better.
#supernatural#the terror#deltarune#cornelius hickey#spamton#very curious to see what people who haven’t seen Hannibal think of Hannibal#and what people who haven’t seen OFMD think of OFMD
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