#and that got old reeeeal fast

[delightfuldevin]

Miraculous would be sooo much better if the show was like, half as long

[freespeechwyngro]

just wanna say, going back and color changing old images may work for some but at least for me on eye color they got on me reeeeal fast for trying to very slightly hue shift my myo's eye color so i guess it depends.

I have also seen this “trick” not work for some people.

[altcvnningham]

1, 3, 5, 15, 18 and 20 😳😳😳😳

thank you for the ask!!! (also superior url omg 👁👄👁🤲🏻)

also my answers here are suuuuper long, because i’m a rambling idiot who’s way too involved in my OC’s. so uhhhh sorry in advance,,,,,

1. what radio station(s) do you listen to?

Vana’s a Samurai stan. She wishes she wasn’t. But, y’know, Morro Rock it is. Once upon a time when she was an even angrier teen, though, she’d listen to shit just like Ritual FM.

(My music taste is all over the place, and though blues is technically my fav bc i love old music, i never listen to it in 2077. So I switch between Body Heat, the Dirge, Vexelstrom for like 2 songs, and ofc, Morro Rock. But of all stations, there’s at least one song that i HATE so I can never stick to one for a whole ride sknsksjsjs)

i think i got the names right?? Idk yall i dont have it in front of me ndndndndhjs

3. how did you feel about Johnny that first night in the apartment, and how does it differ from what you feel now after everything?

so i’m gonna cut a read-more here because i decided to just lore dump Vana x Johnny here so uhhhhhh rip also //SPOILERS//

Vana is an extremely, seriously private, guarded person. Before Johnny, Panam, Kerry- Jackie was the only person she’d ever truly let near her, to get to know her. So obviously waking up to someone else living inside her fucking head was one of the worst things that’s ever happened to her. Her past is also something she’s not particularly proud of, so Johnny getting to witness all that is traumatising. Getting Johnny out of her head was priority number one, even if digging the chip out would kill her.

But after getting fucked over by the VBs, and both of them thinking she was gonna die, Johnny takes her to that abandoned hotel in Pacifica- it’s the first time he’s given her even a sliver of kindness, and the first time she’s ever openly expressed her fears to him, even if he could already sense them before. Oaths and promises are something she holds to incredibly high importance, so obviously when Johnny gives her his dog-tags, ‘proof of my promise’, she never, ever lets them go, never takes them off. (she still doesn’t. they keep her grounded. holding them to calm herself has become a reflex, for whatever reason.)

Everything just seemed to slowly change after that. For two people who hate vulnerability, it’s the only thing that helped them actually see each other. As the Relic continues to take over, they both understand each other more, feel each other more- and eventually it becomes hard to discern where Vana ends and Johnny begins. In cliché Johnny x V fashion like yeah duh it goes further,,,, cockwhore!Vana,,,,,, but with that they also start to become extremely possessive and jealous over one another- Johnny immediately on the defensive about whoever comes close to her, Vana selfishly hiding and keeping Johnny’s existence to herself, even if it slows the hunt for a remedy to the chip- to the point of seriously toxic co-dependency. It’s full of volatile ups-and-downs, fights and make-ups, and Vana almost comes to like the fact that she never has to explain nor hide what thoughts and feelings pass through her mind, no matter how dark or vulnerable. She prefers most things to remain unsaid, but values the fact that they both have a clear, transparent understanding of each other regardless.

But there's also... softer moments. When Johnny puts aside his ego for once, he learns to like the quiet that Vana does, brief as it can be sometimes. He'll sort of just... stay around the room, even if just to procrastinate retreating back into her head, because they realise they like each other's silent, wordless company. He'll wake her up from nightmares, hold her neck and kiss her back to sleep, or until the sun comes up, if she can't. It's all tender things they often pretend doesn't even happen, out of pride, I think, but they both know deep down that those are really the best parts.

Comes to a place where she suddenly hits a wall, and realises, I don’t want him to leave.

She’s never the same again after Mikoshi.

(But uhh anyway fuck V I’m horny on main for Keanu so i was here for the whole riiiiiide yeeeeeee)

5. how do your loved ones (LI, found family, etc) feel about you being a merc? or if you’ve given up the life now that everything’s finished, what was their reaction?

Vana grew up in a rich corp family, and after all the shit she’s endured just to appease her father, don’t think anyone could hate corps more than she does (some details of her past here!!) So when Arasaka kicks her out and Jackie finally convinces her to start merc work, it’s amazing how quickly she slips into the role, almost like she was made for it- an anonymous face within the city, free to roam and drift as she wants, relying on herself and herself only.

Vana works quickly and quietly enough (though not at all with clean hands), relying on stealth and netrunning, so she doesn’t cause too much of a noise that’d have her loved ones (rare as they are) all too concerned. Judy isn’t scared Vana’d be caught in gunfire, because when Vana works, her targets rarely know she’s even there. She’s smart, cunning. Panam appreciates that these skills have helped her out, so she can’t complain. River- who is unfortunately more fond of Vana than she is of him, given that she’s not too comfortable at accepting affection- isn’t too happy about the life she leads, but hey, it’s her skills as a merc and as one of NC’s most adept netrunners that he even stood a chance of finding Randy as quick as he did, so he feels indebted to her for that. Kerry thinks it’s fuckin awesome that she gets to do as she wants and provides for herself, bestieeees

Given she isn’t all that close with many people- keeping her distance and all- the only people who seriously worry about her are folks like Vik, Misty, and Mama Welles, especially the latter two, who knew how much Jackie meant to her, and how easily she cracks under the weight of grief. The only thing, really, that concerns everybody around her, is how insatiable her bloodlust becomes, and how much she'd throw away just to try and quell it.

Johnny’s just in it for the ride. Rather she work for herself than a filthy corp, anyway.

After Mikoshi, losing Johnny, making it to the major leagues, she fuckin... just doesn't care anymore. She hates the big glass house that was practically forced onto her (reminds her too much of her stifling corp childhood), she hates that she has 20 cars that clog up her garage and not just her trusty red Yaiba Kusanagi, hates that folks keep giving her all this shiny golden shit that she doesn't want, like any of it's worth a damn. Since then she's hardly in one place- never at home if she can help it, and either wanders aimlessly around the streets and crashes over at Kerry's to sleep through grief. It isn't the merc life she wants to leave, but major leagues turned out to be a glittering pile of dogshit she wants no part in. She only really stays there because Jackie would've wanted it.

(i’m a lazy bitch like i don’t wanna be a merc. i wanna be one of those cute npc’s with the glowy earrings and bunny backpacks and skimpy plastic skirts, who picks up noodles on the way home to go watch watson whore. in my ideal life i am NOT the main character snnsmsnsks)

15. which NPC is your bff?

Kerry. Kerry is Vana’s ride or die. No fucking questions asked. Kerry’s the only person (besides Johnny, i guess) as close to her as Jackie was. He’s really the only person that ever gets her to smile, like really, stupidly, goofily smile, and despite being almost complete opposites, they just understand each other so well. Whenever they need something, they're the first person they'll call. Happens so often that just as Vana sifts through her contacts to find his, Kerry's already calling for her first. They're practically joint at the hip.

They both live loud, fast lives, but also know how to make time for silence and introspection, something they both need to stay grounded. Vana doesn't buy into his zen-wellness-yoga crap, but sure, she tries copying a couple moves while he's doing it on a lazy afternoon, before scoffing how this is fuckin' dumb and retreats back to the couch. Also, as much as she hates being reminded of the wealth that came with her corpo upbringing, she loves using up all his expensive products, and tends to klep a bottle of his shampoo when she runs out. Cute how she thinks he doesn't notice.

After what happened in Mikoshi, she practically lives at Kerry's place, just dozing away miserably as he lounges by the pool, or curl up on the couch to mindlessly watch his old Samurai tapes (he doesn't like it much, but if it helps her through whatever shit she's going through, he's not gonna take that away from her). On better days, when she actually pulls herself out of bed, he teaches her to play guitar, slipping in a couple tricks Johnny taught him. Funnily enough, the whole thing helps him find some closure too.

( me,, I need a girl like Panam in my life to endorse all of my stupid ideas )

18. what’s your dream cyberware (either something that was shown in lore that wasn’t available in game or mental creation of your own)?

I don’t have access to the tabletop lore stuff rn so i’m gonna pull this out my ass jsjsns

Anything that helps Vana become more deadly at stealth and netrunning. The most eddies she’s ever blown are on increasingly powerful cyberdecks, cooling systems, netrunning gear she can comfortably slip on under a jacket and boots- she likes convenience and functionality, but she needs it to be comfortable, too. She’d fucking kill for anything that lets her scale silently up walls and across ceilings, though- like a spider- and anything that lets her get her hands reeeeal bloody, but quietly. Guess that’s just called a knife, though.

(Me?? Fuck uhhh man i just want synth-skin that looks normal but also shimmers all pink n cute. Literally wanna be an edward cullen sparkly lookin mf. Also, i’m sorry but scanning shit w Kiroshi’s are so dope that’s literally all i want?? Idk i’m boring and mantis blades freak me out uhh)

20. is there anyone you’re crushing on that’s unavailable? (yes this is the “what romance option(s) are you foaming at the mouth for” question)

Answered here :)

(And i’ll say it again, PLACIIIIIIIDE,)

[specialmindz]

“BORK BORK!”

“NYEH!” Papyrus struggled wildly as a small white dog, one of many in Snowdin, playfully tugged on his scarf.

“BORK BORK!”

“SCU OFF DOODY-DOG! DIS MY SCARF!”

The young pup ignored him and continued to bark through a mouthful of fabric, seemingly unaware of the baby bone’s anger.

“NYEHHHHHAAAAAHHHH!!”

“heh heh ha, c’mon pap he just wants to play! he’s friendly!”

“HE A BARKING BALL OF GRIEF AND HE RUIN MAH WIFE!”

“heh heh ha ha ha ha!” Sans laughed loudly as his younger brother swung in a full circle in a vain attempt to throw the mutt off.

“LEGGO MY SCARF STINK DOG! I NEEDS IT TO BE CUTE!”

“BORK BORK BORK!”

Dogs were such stupid creatures.

Normally, Papyrus would obliterate the obnoxious little insect with one of his blasters or use his wingdings to see just how far he could throw the disgusting beastie, ridding Snowdin of one more dog monster and thus making the town a better place to traverse if not live, but today was different. 

Today Papyrus was with his brother, and though they originally came out there to build a snowman, he had planned to be a good bae so as to get some Nice Cream afterwards; a small surprise reward Sans didn’t know about yet in exchange for his good behavior.

“he’s just playing tug-of-war pappy, he’s not trying to steal from you-”

“THERE GONNA BE A WAR ALL RIGHT! I SHOOT HIM IN DA’ FACE!”

“BORK BORK BORK BORK!”

“HEY WHAT’S THIS ABOUT A SHOOT I HEAR?”

Immediately the dog dropped his hold on Papyrus’s scarf and began to whimper in fear as a very familiar monster began materializing before them.

“hapsterblook…? no, we’re not shooting anything-”

“If you need a star of any kind, look no further! I’m working for free right now as a matter of fact, for a charity event!” The pink spirit did a dramatic twirl and flashed his best smile. Clearly the only charity he was doing was for himself. If he had ever seen an agent of any kind in his life…or death…Sans wasn’t sure what ghost monsters were about, Hapstablook would know the job didn’t extend to children like he and his baby brother.

“charity huh?”

“That’s right, but I’m afraid I don’t DO animals darling. Cats, dogs, birds, they just refuse to work with me! There are even some monsters who won’t come near me, can you believe that?”

“yes.”

“It’s racism I’m sure,” continued Hapstablook, obviously not listening. “It’s only monsters with animalistic traits that avoid me and that CAN’T be a coincidence. They’re talking to each other and conspiring against my breed I just know it.”

As if my family isn’t going through enough at the moment.

“Animals gots bedder senses then other peoples, so they know you’s there before you appear and dat scares them. They gots bedder hearing and they see stuffs bedder and they runs bedder, like, reeeeal fast-”

“So they think they’re better than me.”

“Nyeh?”

“They think they’re better than me. They think just because they have arms and legs and ears and soft cuddly fur and cute paws, they think they’re better than me and my people.”

“that’s not what he said dude.”

“That’s exactly what he said.”

“Daz not what baby said.”

Hapstablook turned to the cowering dog. “So…you think you’re hot stuff hm? You think you’re better than me because of your looks? Well I’ve got news for you honey, LOOKS DON’T LAST. You know what DOES last? LEGENDS, and that’s EXACTLLY what I’M gonna be! While you’re busy prancing around this BARNYARD OF A TOWN-”

“bruh.”

“-I’LL BE WORKING HARD TO MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY AND GIVING BACK TO SOCIETY WHILE YOU TAKE, TAKE, TAKE!”

The smaller monster backed up a bit, along with Sans and Papyrus. Hapstablook’s anger seemed to come out of absolutely nowhere and it reminded the brothers a lot of how their father had been acting these last couple of weeks.

“you alright man?”

“I’M GONNA SING AND DANCE AND BE BEAUTIFUL FOREVER WHILE YOU GROW OLD AND BLOW AWAY IN THE WIND, LOST AND FORGOTTEN! YOU’RE NOT BETTER THAN ME! YOU DON’T WORK AS HARD AS I DO! I PRACTICE EVERY. SINGLE. DAY, TO PREPARE FOR MY FUTURE ANNNND I WORK EVEN HARDER TO SUPPORT MY FAMILY’S FARM! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH YOUR LIFE LATELY?!”

Papyrus turned around and pressed his skull against his older brother’s hoodie, clutching the sides with his mittens. The pink ghost was the worst. Not ONLY did Hapstablook obviously not care about whether or not he scared cute little babies such as himself, he didn’t care often. Unlike other monsters, he had no problem losing his temper around Papyrus and it was difficult for the tiny Horror to gauge when to shut his teething hole to begin with, seeing as he was a of the Verbal typing and loved to talk. He’d never say it out loud…probably…but ghosts in general were actually HIS least favorite monster. They didn’t die like the others and they could disappear at a moment’s notice, only to emerge somewhere else far far away from where the baby was originally talking to them.

“YIP!”

POOF!

The baby bones jumped and watched the small dog run off as Hapstablook fired a bullet in his direction. It buried itself in the snow, nowhere near the creature really, but apparently it was enough to scare the poor pup into the woods.

“YEAH, GO ON AND RUN! RUN HOME TO YOUR RACIST FAMILY YOU RACIST! ASSUMING YOU EVEN HAVE A FAMILY! I KNOW YOU LIVING MONSTERS TEND TO DIE AND NOT COME BACK!”

“Nyeh…nyehhh…”

“it’s okay bro.”

No, no it WASN’T okay.

If Hapstablook got mad at Sans, he wouldn’t be able to do very much to protect him and self-preservation wasn’t exactly his older brother’s forte’ in conversation to begin with. In order to keep the peace between his family and the Blooks, Papyrus made it a habit to visit at least one member a week and he was ALWAYS extra nice to Napstablook, but it seemed like no matter how kind he was to these particular monsters, the pink one would quickly and continuously forget the baby bone’s past favors and leave him feeling bitter if not nervous.  

“you want some nice cream?” Sans patted his skull in an attempt to cheer him up, but the baby bones shook his head.

“No, I wants to go home.”

“TRY NOT TO GO TOO FAST, OR ALL YOUR FLEAS WILL GET BLOWN OFF! yelled the ghost, still shooting at the dog. THEN WHO’LL BE YOUR FRIENDS FURBAG?”

POOF POOF POOF!

Twigs from the pines in the woods snapped off as the monster’s shots zipped through them. From the sound of it, all the bullets seemed to miss and land in the snow, but it still made the brothers nervous. It didn’t seem to matter to Hapstablook if another person accidentally got hit at this point. The comedian looked around at the other monsters, hoping an adult would jump in and calm things down, but no one seemed interested in helping them.

Where the hell are the guards?

“hey uh, buddy?” said Sans softly. “you’re scaring the kid-”

“Baby.”

“…besides, you don’t wanna be saying those types of things in this neighborhood.”

“WHY?! DOES SOMEONE HAVE SOMETHING THEY WANT TO SAY TO ME?” The ghost looked around at all the rabbit monsters currently staring at him. “DO ANY OF YOU HAVE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO SAY TO ME?”

The onlookers quickly turned back to their daily activities, deciding it was probably best if they avoided the quick-tempered spirit.

“*sigh*”

I guess they don’t.

Not that Sans was all too surprised.

Ghosts were still a bit of a mystery to the people in Snowdin and though they weren’t actually as racist as Hapstablook believed, it was true that the inhabitants didn’t venture outside the town too often and weren’t familiar with monsters that weren’t anthropomorphic. Hell, SANS knew more about the monsters living in the Underground better than the townsfolk, and he spent most of his time in a lab, but he understood that some people were still skittish of meeting new people.

The sudden imprisonment in Mt. Ebott had shaken everyone up a bit in the beginning...or so he’d been told. It started with many people wondering if they were even going to SURVIVE the mountain, what with being used to certain environments and all, and that drove many to panic. Not everyone knew each other and not everyone was a friend; when a monster found a suitable place to live, they quickly claimed that area as their own and refused to travel any further into the mountain, fearing that if they did, they would not only fail to find another home, but also lose the first they found to another desperate individual. The people of Snowdin were the biggest victims of this paranoia as they were territorial by nature; what they found was THEIRS and most would not risk losing what they’d already claimed. It was rare to find an anthropomorphic outside the frosty fields, and even now it didn’t matter that the Resort Area had better food or that Waterfall had easier access to water, Snowdin was still their home and no matter how cramped it got, it would CONTINUE to be theirs until they were driven out. That intense, almost insane level of possessiveness was the whole reason Asgore thought the dogs that inhabited the place would make fine guardsmen in fact. Despite their lack of intelligence, their dedication towards protecting their home was extraordinary. Exploring the rest of the Underground was the LAST thing on THEIR to-do-list and meeting new people was not worth their town, curiosity was not worth their town.    

Leave that to the cats like Catty and her family.

The cats could map out the rest of Mt. Ebott and the dogs could take care of people like Hapstablook. The rabbits of Snowdin, who were currently carrying on with their business as if their rude guest had never even existed, had better, more IMPORTANT things to do, like keep the town running in general.

CA-THINK!

Sans turned his head to see one such rabbit go into their house, glancing only briefly at the floating troublemaker in front of him before closing the door. This ghost wasn’t their problem unless they wanted it to be and CLEARLY Hapstablook wasn’t worth even an OUNCE of their time…an opinion that only seemed to make the monster more irritable.

“GRRRAAHHHHHH!!!”

“…”

“…”

“…you okay man?”

“…No, no Sans I’m not,” grumbled Hapstablook glaring at the ground. “I don’t like being ignored!”

I don’t DESERVE to be ignored…

An awkward silence fell between them, but before the comedian could think of a joke to break it, his younger sibling piped up, “I knows what will make you feel bedder.” He watched as Papyrus pulled out a white rectangular object out of his jacket. It looked futuristic as hell despite the cracked screen, and had it not been attached to something that looked like a pair of headphones, Sans wouldn’t have had any idea as to what it was, but clearly it played sound of some sort…probably music knowing his brother.

“watcha’ got there baby bro?”

“Is an MP Tea payer! I find-ed it at da’ Dump! Some hollow head throwed it away cause’ it gots a cracked screen…can you beweaves it? You doesn’t need a screen to listen to moosic, nyeh heh heh!”

Stupid humans.

Probably a big person too.

Big people always threw things away for silly reasons.

“It gots lots of tunes on it! I sometimes go to Boo Boos house and let him listen to them-”

“don’t…don’t call napstablook boo boo pappy, that’s…that’s weird bro.”

“Is nice dat he still gots you looking after him Pink Person,” said Papyrus, ignoring his brother. “He always look so lonely and sad when you’s not there, ya’ know? Family be SUPER important.”

“Mm hm, Blooky’s been having a hard time ever since our cousin left.”

“you mean he’s been bloo-er than usual? heh heh heh…”

The ghost gave Sans an annoyed look.

“Don’t hit Snas, he got one hp.” Waddling over to Hapstablook, Papyrus held out the MP3 player. Though the spirit couldn’t hold things for long periods of time like solid monsters, he could still activate electronics. It took him a while however, to figure out how to get to a song as he couldn’t differentiate between what was the name of an album and what was not.

“I hate this screen.”

“Screen not important. Moosic important.”

“I can’t pick a song if I can’t see darling-”

“Just pess da’ buttons, dat’s what baby do…”

“I don’t know which button to activate.”

“Then pess all of them.”

“But one button I think sends me backwards-”

“THEN PESS EVERY BUTTON CEPT’ DAT ONE! Why big peoples so scared of buttons? THEY DOESN’T BITE YOU!”

“Show me which button to press.”

“NYEHHAAAHHHHH!!”

Finally, after a few more moments of struggle, Hapstablook managed to find a song…which he listened to for about twenty seconds before turning away from the angry infant.

“Nyeh? What dis about? DAT WAS ONLY FEW SECONDS!”

“I know that ‘music.’ It’s that damn Hatsune Miku all the humans are crazy about. My family loves music and scours the Dump for CDs and the like as well and I’m very familiar with her work…no, no not ‘her,” said Hapstablook correcting himself. “SHE’ doesn’t exist. This music is instrumental. Hatsune Miku isn’t a real person. She has no soul nor does she have passion. She’s just a pretty container for someone else’s feelings.”

“sounds like you’re jealous.”

“You don’t know a thing about Vocaloid. They’re RUINING music for us TRUE artists who work hard!” said Hapstablook, glaring at Sans. “They don’t get tired, they don’t have to deal with paparazzi, they can change their appearance on a DIME even while on stage, and they don’t have to rehearse! THEY DON’T HAVE TO REHEARSE! And they’re ALWAYS beautiful…”

Always, always beautiful…

“Nyeh? Miku be an Ima-gin-ary monster…? Like in dat one vido I sawed, Foster’s Home for Ima-gin-ary Friends?”

“What?”

“Do she like chalk-wit milk?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“she sounds like a robot,” said Sans listening a bit to the music. He’d never met one in person, but he knew what they sounded like from some of the old videos he and Papyrus had found at the Dump. They all seemed to have the same accent that sounded as if they were constantly speaking into a fan, which is actually something Sans had tried himself once when he THOUGHT no one was looking, only to have his brother giggle at him from his crib and reach out from between the bars to pet his head as if HE were the silly baby.

“She a woah-bot? How she take a bath?” asked Papyrus smiling.

“She doesn’t, in fact I’m pretty sure I explained who Hatsune was to YOU a long time ago, it’s your brother who’s-”

“SNAS A WOAH-BOT?!”

“now you know that’s not right papyrus.”

“IS DAT WHY YOU’S BIG AND BALD AND NO ONE LIKE YOU?! YOU VOCOLOID?!”

“What are you saying? Everyone LOVES Hatsune and her horrible brothers and sisters! It’s one of the reasons I hate them…because their faces are posted everywhere and they have all KINDS of merchandise based off them, and guess what? The people who write their songs and make them sing? Nothing. I know nothing about them. The Vocaloids get all the fame and the people who work hard to make those puppets move get nothing.”

But I’m gonna change everything.

I’ll be the first REAL Vocaloid.

A perfect being.

The perfect performer.

The first Vocaloid to EARN his fame. With my passion and Determination combined with all of Hatsune’s benefits, no one will ever ignore me again. Humans won’t run away scared like they used to and even these racist hicks will come around.

I’ll MAKE them come around…

“Fairy’s got dat Dirt-Butt look big Buther…”

“Also, that reminds me, darling. Did your father ever say anything about a little project I asked him to do a while back?”

“Yep! I asked him just like you said and Daddy say, ‘go way Papyrus, weave me alone! if you ask me one more time, I’s gonna beat you to bone meal and sell you to a crack addict, maybe then you’ll actually be worth something!’ He was reeeeal mad-”

“*pfft!*”

“Sooo he’s already on it then?”

“I don’t know, I’s just a baby. Most current events escape me.”

“…It was the only event I asked you to keep watch for.”

“Simple directions also escape the baby.”

“…”

“Also, why Snas not famous like da’ other woah-bots? All the big peoples tell him to go way…is cause’ he fat?”

“shut up pap.”

“Your brother’s NOT a robot.”

“heee knows.”

He’s just being a dick.

Probably sick of you complaining about everything and trying to get you to go away yourself to be honest, though I’m not sure why he has to use ME to do it.

“But Snas say he not a baby and he big and bald! Woah-bots can’t grow hairs cause’ they be made of metal-”

“i bathe.”

“How you bathe?”

“like everyone else.”

“Nuh-uh! Letrical stuffs can’t go in da’ water, Daddy said! I knows it cause’ I tried to use his phone to call the fish lady while I’s taking a bath and I assidently held da’ phone under the faucet while it be running and it fall out my hand into the sink.”

“you were using Dad’s phone? how? why? who was watching you?!”

“Nobody. It be the middle of da’ night. I had to take mah bath at night so I could get Daddy’s phone. I use-ed it stead’ of mine just in case I dropped it from high up. Babies don’t gots a good grip ya’ know? I’s right too! I did drop it,” said Papyrus with a smile. “I drop it right in da’ water big Buther! Nyeh heh heh!”

“heh, you seem so proud.”

“Yep, I’s very proud of myselves…because it could have been MY phone, but baby thought ahead. I’s real sad afterwards dough…I had plans, BIG plans. I’s gonna ask the fish lady how to beeth underwater and get the step-by-step destructions.”

“instructions.”

“Ah-stuctions. But when I taked it out the water and pessed the buttons, it didn’t work no more and dat’s how I knows lectrical stuffs don’t work in water…also Daddy told me.”

“he told you huh? lemme guess, you didn’t turn the faucet off?”

Sans didn’t really need an answer as he remembered perfectly well how awesome it had felt to watch Alphys, his ONLY FRIEND, face-plant onto the tile floor and blame HIM for not putting up a caution sign of some sort, as if he worked customer service at the Resort. He had spent most of that morning apologizing for something he didn’t do, so as to not lose her friendship and stop her from crying over the paperwork that had been ruined by Papyrus’s makeshift slip n’ slide. At the time, he hadn’t even thought about why the hallway was practically a lake, but now that Papyrus was telling his story, the memory came back full force and he wondered why he hadn’t blamed his brother sooner if not immediately.

“Why I need to shut it off? Water evaporates big Buther! Also, big peoples like to clean. It makes people happy when I make messes-”

“NO. no no no NO it does NOT. i don’t know where you got that idea baby bro, but you are one hundred percent wrong.”

“Nope, I’s right all right. I knows cause’ Daddy only yell at me about da’ phone. He go ‘PAPYRUS WHY YOU DO DIS?!”

“STOP. stop right there cause’ we are NOT skimming over this buddy. what makes you think people like cleaning up after you? do YOU like cleaning your messes?”

“No, but dat’s cause’ I’s a baby. I gots small widdle arms and tiny widdle hands, so I can’t carry stuffs good, and I gots duck feets, so I can’t walk good neither and it take too long to reach paces-”

“you have nine extra hands and you walk fine, i’ve seen you. you waddle side to side ONLY when other people are watching you because you think it’s cute.”

“Nope, I’s widdle, so my balance not good yet. I not walk straight and I gots to crawl when I gets tired.”

“i’ve seen you run dude. we’ve literally taped almost everything since you awoke.”

“Dat footage fake.”

“papyrus.”

“Dat footage doctored.”

“stop.”

“It don’t matter anyway cause’ cweening mah messes makes people feel good about themselves. It make them feel like good people and make them LOOK like good people.”

“no.”

“They help da’ baby and they probly think, ‘wowie! Dis baby so nice making all these messes for me! I feels like such a gate person, and I bets erybody loves me more now too since they knows I’s po-duc-tive and kind to widdle babies.”

“i really hope you’re playing papyrus…”    

“You wants to listen to a different song?”

“don’t you ignore me.”

“I think I’m going to head home actually,” replied Hapstablook. “I only came out here because I THOUGHT I could get some fresh air…but I forgot some of these townspeople don’t know the difference between a street and a bathroom.”

Sans frowned as he watched the ghost fade away. It was good that he was still loyal to his family and their business despite how much he valued his dreams, but his stuck-up attitude still rubbed the comedian the wrong way…

“You wants to get Nice Cream now Snas?”

“pass.”

“You sing wit da’ baby then?”

“huh?”

“Running to another day I wants to break away and take a leap, nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh-”

“hard pass.”

Alright, sorry for the long-ass wait everyone, I know I’m late. I’ve literally had Microsoft Word open for the last three months trying to work on this, but unfortunately I got writer’s block like a motherfucker. -_-

Just so we’re clear, if I don’t upload once a month, it’s because I either have writer’s block or I’ve run out of pics to use. I don’t TAKE hiatus's...those are for bitches.  

[gildedink]

The greasy man leered at me. “Well? Don’t just stand there! Shoot her!” he snapped at the taller, blond man. His expression was unreadable, ice-cold and apathetic. After a moment the blond pointed the gun at the greasy man’s leg and shot. The man howled in pain and fell to the grimy ground. The music from the club continued to pound through the brick and concrete wall. “What the fuck! What the fuck!”

The blond looked at the screaming man. “I don’t kill little girls.” His voice was surprisingly quiet. He walked over to where I lay shivering on the ground, holstering his gun as he did. He reached out a hand to me. “I’ll take you home.” Those brilliant aqua eyes were far softer when looking at me. Hesitantly, I took his leather-gloved hand. He pulled me up with ease.

“Cassius!” the man screamed to the blond. “You’ll never work in this town again!” The blond man, Cassius, ignored him, shepherding me away. He placed a hand lightly on my upper back to guide me. Cold mist clinging to my skin as we walked out of the alleyway.

The music from the club continued thrumming around us. People in line to enter the club glanced at us nervously, probably because of the gun shot and slowly quieting screams from the man. Cassius ignored them, continuing past with a short nod to the bouncer outside. We crossed the street and approached a glossy black motorcycle. A sidecar was attached. He reached into it and pulled out a helmet. “Where do you live?”

I took the helmet handed to me. I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Nowhere.” Technically the truth; this wasn’t my home town. This wasn’t even my own dimension. The neon signs around had a mixture of English letters and East Asian characters. Nothing was readable. I wasn’t quite sure how I could understand the man in front of me. Magic? I had used it to get here without understanding how; maybe it was translating everything as well for my ears and mouth.

Cassius nodded. “Get in.” My stomach a mess of nerves. He’s a stranger. He didn’t hesitate to shoot that man. If he wants to hurt me, he will. I shouldn’t go with him. He straddled the motorcycle and put on his helmet before turning to me, waiting expectantly. What if he doesn’t ‘kill little girls’ but he does something worse… I’ve read enough stories to know how a hero gets trapped. I stopped myself; hero? What kind of hero was I? What was I fighting? Nothing, that’s what. Still, he had protected me. He was offering to take me someplace presumably safe. I could feel the cold creeping into my bones, the unpleasant griminess of the alleyway and runoff soaking into my pajamas. My palms were scrapped. My left foot was bleeding a bit. I needed to get cleaned, bandaged and warmed. “I’m not taking you anywhere bad. Just somewhere safe.” I don’t have much of a choice. I don’t even know how to go back to my own world. I put on the helmet and climbed into the sidecar.

I couldn’t keep track of the streets we zipped through. Cassius wove in and out of the lanes with an experienced grace. When we arrived at our destination and the engine was shut off, the world became silent. There were dingy streetlights casting yellow light and black shadows on the ground. He helped me out of the sidecar. When I took off the helmet I stared at the building. It was a very tall building, not quite a skyscraper but close. Panes of tinted glass crawled up the side of the building facing the neon lights of what I guessed was downtown. There were a few mopeds and beat-down cars parked around. An apartment complex. “Come on.” I pulled my eyes from the surroundings and saw my escort was already at the building entrance. I put the helmet into the side car and hurried over. “Stay close.” I nodded, shivering; the wind from the drive had chilled me to the bone in my damp state. My breath came in mist clouds.

Cassius lifted his right wrist to a small white plate by the side of the door. I noticed a slim black bracelet made of something that shone in the yellow light illuminating the landing. A cheerful beep and he pulled open the door for me. I went inside. The ground was a bit dirty, a few tiles chipped at the corners exposing dark grey concrete. There were panels on the sides of the walls, flickering a little. I looked at one to see it was a virtual board. There were virtual stickies and sheets of tacked-on paper. I pressed the screen over a sticky note and the image sprang to life, something popping out. I flinched and shielded my face. “It’s a notice board.” I looked to see Cassius watching me. “It won’t hurt you. Look.” I turned back to the board to see that, while the sticky note was now somehow popped out of the screen, it hovered harmlessly. I reached for it and my fingers went through, as if it wasn’t there.

“How…” I could feel my eyes widening.

“We don’t want to linger.” He said. He came to my side. With a small swipe of her hand towards the screen, the stick note image dissolved and reappeared harmlessly on the screen. “Let’s go.”

I followed. “How did it pop out of the screen? Why did the screen change when I touched it? How is that possible?”

Cassius lifted the wristband again to a panel which pinged. I heard mechanical movement behind what looked like elevator doors. “You’ve never seen a holotouch?” I shook my head. He frowned but made no comment.

Curiosity was getting the better of me. “What’s a holotouch?”

The door pinged again and opened to reveal an elevator. Someone came out, noticing Cassius. “Hey man, where’ve you been? Tida’s been clawing at the doors looking for ya.” The woman noticed me and smiled. “Aww, who’s this cutie? Don’t tell me you’re adopting a stray?” Cassius simply placed a protective hand on my shoulder. “Aww, don’t be like that! I don’t bite unless paid.” The woman squatted down and looked up at me. Her mascara was thick, lips a brilliant lilac. Her cheekbones seemed to glow on her deep brown skin. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Elena.”

“Ooo, a vintage name. Your parents musta missed their old country.” She tilted her head. The earrings she wore caught the yellowed light. “I’m Samila, Cassius’s neighbor. It’s very nice to meet you. If ya need anything, just givea holler. May not look like much but no one makes better cookies then me.” She winked before standing up again. I felt a bit confused; how old did she think I was? Seven? Not that I’ll say no to a good cookie… “By the by, Cas-.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“By the by. Tida was reeeeal mad when I saw her last night. You’re gonna get an ass-whoppin’ for sure this time around. Can’t ya just ping her on occasion? I’m sure she’d be grateful.”

He sighed. “I was busy.”

“Ya get unbusy for family, ya hear?” Samila patted the top of my head. “Especially when you’re decidin’ to make it grow.”

“I’m twelve.” I said suddenly.

Samila blinked for a second before laughing. “Ooo, she got a mouth! I like her. Gonna grow up to be a sassy young thing. Keep an eye on her, Cas. Boys and girls’ll flock to this one.” She frowned. “Although… it will give her a lot of heartache.” Her warm brown eyes looked at me, a bit unfocused. I could see shards and sparks of amber and gold. “Yes… a river of blood… an ocean of tears…” She looked to Cassius. “You were meant to find this little Goddess.”

“How…” I felt my blood freezing; how did she know!

“Mmm…” She pressed her knuckles to her temple. “Forget I said anythin’, darlin’. I ran low on my meds this month.” The smile was fragile. “I say silly things sometimes.”

Cassius’ expression softened a bit. “Samila, you know you’re not-.” His mouth was covered by her manicured hand, cutting him off.

“Yes. I am.” She hissed. Her eyes darted around. “Just a woman who sometimes hears voices. All I need is my medication to keep it under control. That’s all.” She removed her hand. “Anyway! Time to clock in for work. Those drinks won’t serve themselves!” Unexpectedly, she hugged me as well. “Do not trust the witch. She seeks to destroy you.” The message was whispered fervently, so fast and low I almost didn’t catch it. “Steal her knowledge with caution.” She pulled away. “You’ll be just fine with Cassius. Tida’s no slouch either; amazing cook, can get stains outta anythin’ and can throw a punch. Best big brother and sister you can find.” Samila sauntered off, exiting the building without another glance.

- part I (part ii)

[eternalravendreamer]

Skin Care (WIP) (Slight gore??? tw?)

I had a Langst idea. Big families are cool and all, but because of the genetic variation, it increases the likelihood of genetic disorders and mutations resulting in diseases (I’m a bio major). Lance has a big family. And seems to put an emphasis on skin care. So why not give him a skin disease? Note, I don’t know if the symptoms and condition I’m giving him actually exist. The only reference I have for skin conditions is my mom’s Lupus.

Lance rushed down the hall to Allura’s room, catching her just as she was about to enter it.

“Hey, Princess! Listen, this is probably going to sound awkward because I’m kinda frazzled right now but do you have any skin lotion or anything similar I could borrow? It’s kind of an emergency.” She drew back in surprise, her face scrunching slightly.

“Lance, I really hope this is not another one of your flirting attempts. Besides, I know you’ve been using food goo to make facial masks.” Lance sighed, he should have known it wouldn’t be so simple as just asking.

“I’m not flirting! And the face masks are good enough for my face but I don’t have the time right now to figure out how to make them work for my arms and legs, I thought I’d be able to make the cream I had with me when Blue brought us all to space last a little longer-”

“What, you just...carry skin cream around with you?” Allura almost looked amused at the thought.

Lance could no longer contain his frustration, if he didn’t get skin cream soon he was going to need a pod, “I HAVE A MEDICAL CONDITION!”  

There was a beat of silence before Allura screamed in panic, “YOU WHAT?!” Lance opened his mouth to explain, but was cut off by the sound of someone - or multiple someones - running towards them.

‘Shit shit shit, no, I’m not ready yet, I didn’t want them to know...!’

Lance ran before they get there, leaving Allura to call out for him. Shiro soon appeared beside her, with Hunk, Keith, Pidge, and Coran trailing close behind him, bayards and a training gladiator staff at the ready.

“What’s wrong?! We heard yelling!”

“Lance was asking me if I had any skin cream and said it was an emergency. I...I assumed it was just his usual shenanigans, but then he said he has a medical condition and I just...panicked, I had no idea!” There was a shared look of relief and confusion. Relief because there was no imminent threat, confusion because Lance had what now? Then a horrified look of realization dawned on Hunk’s face.

“Oh. Oh shit, oh SHIT. How could I have forgotten that?!”

Pidge sensed that something was wrong and grew anxious, “Forget what?!”

“Lance comes from a big family, yeah? And his dad was born with this weird genetic mutation. It messes up the development of a random body tissue, in Lance’s dad it attacked his heart. In Lance’s niece Paloma it was her ears. Lance has it too. For Lance it affects his skin. I...it’s not my right to tell you all about it, I won’t do that to Lance. But I will tell you that his cream is medical, and if he’s run out then things could go bad reeeeal quick.”

“Define things going bad. Like, on a scale of one to ten.”

“Lance hates asking for help because he worries about being an annoyance. He literally won’t ask for help until the situation reaches at least a 7.5.”

“I’m the team leader, I’ll go talk to him. Allura, we...really might need that skin stuff he asked for.”

“I’ve got a new bottle, not even opened yet. I’ll go fetch it. He mentioned that his bottle only just became empty, but he’s been going out of his way to make what he had last.”

“In that case, Coran, didn’t you mention that the Castle has some weird scanner-replicator machine? Lance’s skin cream was medicated. Non-medicated lotion will work for now, but he needs the medication in his cream.”

“It would depend if there’s enough left in the bottle for a scan, but we can certainly try!”

“Lance? You okay, buddy?”

“Uh, hey Shiro. You need something?”

“I...heard about what happened. Allura has some skin cream you can have, and if you give the empty bottle of yours to Coran I’m sure he could try to replicate it.”

“...just get it over with, Shiro.”

“Get what over with?”

“You’re gonna tell me it’s too dangerous for me to be a Paladin, a pilot. That I’m a liability and shouldn’t be here. Go on, I heard it all the time from Iverson back at the Garrison.”

“What?! No! Lance, I would never say that. I don’t even know enough about your condition to make that call.”

“My...my dad was born with a genetic mutation, and I inherited it. It doesn’t affect people the same way every time. It causes a random body system or tissue to not develop right. For my dad, that meant being born with a bad heart and needing a transplant when he was 24. My niece Paloma, her ears didn’t fully develop and she was born deaf, but was able to get a cochlear implant. For me it means that my body has a hard time producing new skin and upholding what I already have. I also can’t produce scar tissue, it’s just not possible.”

“Then what happens when you get hurt?”

“The blood clots and forms a scab like normal, but it doesn’t scar. The scab stays there and gets all gross until new skin finally sets. Usually takes about two, three months. For serious injuries, I...need skin graphs. I got them a lot growing up.”

“But if your body can’t make new skin fast enough, wouldn’t taking skin from somewhere else just hurt you double?”

“...not my skin. Organ donors. People who donated their bodies to science. Cadavers. Dead people, Shiro. So much of my body used to be the skin of other people, total strangers. Whenever I had a growth spurt, because I just HAD to be so tall and lanky, there wouldn’t always be enough skin to stretch over me and I’d have to be hauled off to the hospital. I was like a goddamn patchwork quilt. Some kids called me Frankenstein. Joke’s on them, Frankenstein was the doctor. Eventually my body would catch up and the dead skin would shed, but sometimes...I still look in the mirror and don’t feel like my body is all mine.”

“That....that’s terrible. Lance, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell any of us besides Hunk?”

“Because I was okay! The cryo pods speed up the healing process, which includes skin growth. I haven’t had any problems this whole time, and I was scared that if you all knew, you’d say the same things as Iverson. That my condition makes me a burden and that I shouldn’t be allowed to be a pilot. I was only allowed into the Garrison with my condition because they had already offered me a full ride scholarship by the time they found out.”

“Lance, you were chosen by the Blue Lion. All five of us were in that cave, but she chose you to fly her. You are undeniably a Paladin of Voltron. Your condition means we need to have extra caution, yes, but it isn’t a burden. If the pods are really helping your skin so well, maybe Coran, Pidge, and Hunk can figure out something for when your life isn’t in immediate danger.”

“Soooo like the fact that I didn’t realize my skin had gotten too dry and now there are cracks on my arms that are bleeding?”

“WHAT?! LANCE WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY YOU WERE BLEEDING, SHIT, SOMEONE GET THE BANDAGE GAUZE!”

“Shiro did you just curse?”

“I’ll remember to put a dollar in the swear jar when we get back to Earth, now show me your arms.”

The cracks looked like the ones old people got on their hands during dry winters, or like when you over-wash your hands. But they were everywhere, like spiderwebs across Lance’s arms, and were thick with fresh blood every time he so much as twitched a finger. Shiro was horrified.

‘God, it looks like someone mutilated him. How is he not crying from how painful this has to be?’

“Are you...are you bleeding anywhere else?”

“I don’t think so. You learn to ignore the pain, after awhile. I used the last of my medical cream on my legs, the sand on that last planet we went to without armor did not agree with my skin.”

“Right...for now, let’s wash and dress your arms. Do you think they’ll need the pod?”

“Well, unfortunately the cracks are right along my vein lines, so unless I wanna bleed out trying to hold my bayard...probably gonna need something, yeah.”

[weabooweedwitch]

I'd like this to be a full noncon please: Roadhog on the bottom, Junkrat on top, and the reader in the middle. Roadhog so unbearably big, Junkrat so unbearably fast, inside of the readers vagina grinding against each other.

so personally i have no experience w double penetration nor have had any success… ‘replicating’ it, so i kinda had to wing it, i hope you like the result! sorry it isn’t very long but i like to think it uh, got where it needed to go /)(\

warnings for noncon, nsfw obviously

—

The two of them were taking the time to prepare you, which, quite frankly, was terrifying; they never took the time for that.

“Are ya done now?” Junkrat asks impatiently for the fifth time in the last 10 minutes as Roadhog held you from behind, held forcefully in place on the large man’s lap as he pumped a toy in and out of your swollen sex.

“Quit rushing.” The older Junker huffed, making you squirm as he gave a few rubs to your clit, your wrists straining against the cable binding them together. “You want her to tear?”

Terror grips your heart, your tears renewing to run down your cheeks, sobs muddled with whimpers and moans as that thick dildo drills you. “Wait, no! What are you going to do?!”

Jamie’s grin is excited, the blonde practically bouncing up and down with energy. “Oh, nothin’ for you to get in a tizzy over, sheila.” He’s practically drooling as he looks down at the toy stuffing your cunt. “Jus’ gonna try somethin’ reeeeal fun.”

You hated the sound of this already.

–

“P-please don’t….!”

Jamie ignores your plea as the Australian’s cock nudges at your entrance impatiently, starting to try and shove inside of you as Roadhog speared you from beneath. The larger Junker would thrust hard enough to make you bounce, pulling you back down by your hips, making you wail.

You were already so over-stimulated, tears in your eyes from the pleasure alone.

“Aww, none o’ that, now!” Junkrat tsks, putting a finger to your lips with a sneer. He’s pushing his hips forward harder now, and you can feel the sensitive rim of your folds starting to give way.

“Stop!” You plead. “I don’t want to! I’ll-I’ll tear!”

Is he even listening to you?

“Please don’t…! Ple-”

The begging catches in your throat, turning into a choked scream as Junkrat finally breached your folds, the blonde groaning loudly as wet warm walls embrace his cock, his partner-in-crime grunting as you clench down hard on the both of them.

They’re both fucking you silly and all the stimulation makes it hard to breathe, mostly because each breath of air turned into a wail of pleasure.

Jamie’s clinging to you, fucking you like a rabbit with arms wrapped tightly around you as he mumbles into the crook of your neck. “Ya feel so good, sheila…! Ya feel so fuckin’ amazin’!”

“Snug.” Roadhog grunts in agreement, but the friction alone leaves you breathless. You can’t even begin to imagine how you would have managed without all the prep as both of them pound into you relentlessly, tears streaming down your face.

They took your body, they took your voice, gagging you with your own panties as the two fucked you senseless, leaving you to wail through the cloth.

By the time they’re finished, you’re left collapsed on the old mattress, the Junkers on each side of you stroking themselves at the sight of your stretched pussy, overflowing with their cum.

You’d finally began to drift off when Junkrat had started to giggle, an evil, mischievous sound.

“So… when’re we gonna start round two?”

( weeb writes )

[sawson]

Spiritale chapter 32

1,637 words

                  Chapter 32: Undyne and N-N-N-N-NASTABOT

Later in Hotland…

“Hahahah, she did that too?”, Chara asked laughing while walking.

“Yup, messed up the kitchen and eeeverthing else”, You said slowly moving your hand apart.

“Wow they are so alike”

“You don’t know the half of it…oh we’re here”, you said seeing the lab ahead of you and Chara.

“Wow this place is big”, Chara said looking up, “You said Undyne is nice right?”

“That and very nervous, you’ll hear all of stuttering”

“Okay then, let’s do this”, Chara walking inside.

It’s dark, but well-lit by the big screen camera tv. Chara was surprised to see themselves on the screen. You reminded them of the camera you both saw outside the Ruins, Chara was more surprised. But calm about it.

“Oh geez it’s dark in here”, you both heard someone say then turned on the lights, “Alright I just need to get these papers in order then….AH!”, they said- oh snap it’s Undyne! she got spooked when she saw Chara then dropped her papers.

Chara got spooked too, but you, you are SHOCKED! Look at her, she’s ssooo…so pretty~! With her hair in a bun and a hair bang on her left eye, wearing glasses, and that lab coat with that black shirt and blue jeeeans, OMG! Your Undyne was cool, but this one is SO PRETTY~! OMG! You saw Chara help Undyne pick up the papers.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were h-here already…”, Undyne said holding the paper and put her bang behind her…you think fish ears?, “So uh…hi, mmy name is Dr. Undyne and I’m the royal scientist for Queen Toriel”, she introduced leading one of her hands.

“…Hello Undyne, my name is Chara”, Chara introduced shaking her hand.

Aaaw, they’re getting along so well~. That’s good. Undyne tells Chara that they want to help them on their journey through the Underground, this made Chara sssuuuuper happy meeting another monster who won’t fight them. That’s going to end when-

“You see…I made this robot named Napstabot who’s uuh uum a dj and entertainer, but I added a chip in him that…uuuh…h-h-has him kill any human in sight? Hehehe…hehe….”, Undyne said…oh no.

“W-WHAT?!”, Chara shouted in shocked.

“B-b-b-but I can uninstall it!”, Undyne shouted nervously waving her hand back and forth quickly, “I just need to- *BANG* wha? *BANG* that can’t be… *BANG* *BANG* Aw no!”

“*CRASH*…AAAWW YEA!!!” everyone heard the Napstabot say, “Greetings my homies…TO TODAY’S GAME SHOOOW!!!” he shouted.

The spotlight showed a robot that looked just like Mettaton’s old form, but this had a blue hat turned sideways and the squares on him “face” made a blue N. Lights hit the disco balls and bounce from the ceiling and floor, it feel like a party is about it happen.

“Oh man, I just know this is gonna be an awesome show! Every make some noise for our contestaannnt!”, Napstabot shouted then pointed the mic off and puts his other hand on where an ear would be.

A random audience cheers for Chara, wow this is very energetic. You are digging the music that’s playing, sadly Chara is just as nervous as Undyne. You can relate.

“If ya haven’t played before the rules are simple: I’ll make a sweet verse and you try give me a word that rhymes”, Napstabot explains, “I’ll show you the word that needs a rhyme, but if you can’t think of one….YOU DIE!!!”

OH BOY!!! Okay you did NOT except none of this. You know Blooky likes making music, but this…is out of you’re league! You don’t know what to tell Chara. They brought into battle…wow…this music. It really…makes you wanna dance, you can’t help yourself.

“Let’s get down to it!”, Napstabot said moving back and forth to the music, “This is for the Queen, our one true redeemer, you know who she is she's Toriel ________”, he rapped then stopped folding his arms still moving to the beat.

*An option showed up in front of Chara: A. Teeeameer B. Streamurr C. Dreemurr D. Lemur*

“Psst, Chara look”, You whispered then pointed to Undyne who was giving them the answer.

“Dr-dreemurr?”, Chara answered nervously shrugging.

“Yea, now you’re gettin’ it!”, Napstabot said with both arms in the air, “Let’s keep it up! I’m hot as a kettle and more than plastic, you know me I’m made of _____ and _____”, he rapped.

*An option appears: A. Petals & Fabric B. Metal & Magic C. Betel & Matches D. Pebbles & Static*

“Wow…Metal & Magic”, Chara said looking at the options then answered.

“You know iiiit!”, Napstabot said.

*The game goes one*

The uh….next one was….oh my gosh. Napstabot rapped so fast, he forgot to show Chara the words they needed to rhyme. You are both speechless. Good thing Undyne showed them the answer, something you are surprise she knows…

“I bet you can’t answer this one: From coast to coast you love them the most, without any doubt you kiss a _____”

*….All the answers say ghost*

*Undyne looks away while hiding her smile, this was too cute and too easy*

*Chara answers*

“I’m diggin’ it, awesome answer!”, hahah cuuute, “I got one for ya: Napstabot is more than an affinity, my name goes on throughout ________”

*An options appear: A. Modernity B. Paternity C. Eternity D. Maternity*

“Eternity”, Chara said then realized they said it on beat heheh.

“Oooof course!”, Napstabot said pointing to Chara while their arms bounced to the music “Now it’s time for the B-B-B-BONUS ROOOUND!!!”

*Random audience cheer*

“Here’s one for ya: What rhymes with Napstabot?”

*The option appear: A. Mixalot B. Totallyhot C. Rightonthedot D. Napstabot*

“…. Napstabot?”

“Awww now ya just showin’ off~!” wow…just wow, “ Aight, come up with some sick rhyme in 30 second using what’s in this jar!” Napstabot said bringing up a jar with a fly from behind his back.

“Uuum….fl-fly…FLY HIGH ABOVE THE SKY!!!”, Chara shouted answering quickly and scarcely.

“AAAWWW SSSNNNAAAP, THAT WAS DOOOPE!!!!”, Napstabot shouted accidentally throwing the jar out his hand.

*Undyne catches the jar Napstabot threw*

“You better get your knowledge on kid: In Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2, who is the best in crew?”

“RUE, RUE, it’s totally Rue!”, Undyne burst out answering happily”, She’s the sweetest and bravest one of the group, in one of the epic fights she used her most powerful weapon to protect her family…and…friends…”, ooooh boooy Undyne fan girled very quickly then slowly realized what she just did.

“Yo, yo, yo Undyne, are you spillin’ the beans to our gamer?”, Napstabot asked folding his arms still bouncing to the music, “Girl ya should have said so. Well now human I got a request for ya that can’t back down. Raise a shoutout to the monster Undyne likes!”, he said putting the mic to his screen and pointed to the air with the other hand.

*You and Chara see Undyne putting her hands together and shaking her head*

“It’s….it’s…eeeh…i-it’s a mystery! Yea iiit’s a mystery…”, Chara answered nervously shrugging with both arms out.

“Aw yea they are”, Napstabot said putting their hand on their side”, YO MYSTTEERRYYYY, UNDYNE THINKS YOU CUUTE AND HOOOT~!!!”

….Wwwwow! Hehahahahah!

“Well my homies, this is only the appetizer for the party”, Napstabot said rocking to the beat, “Next time we’ll have MORE BEATS, MORE ACTION, MORE BLOODSHED!!! Until next time, stay frosstttyyyy….!!!”, he shouted scarcely and flew away.

All the lights turn back on after he left. This was allll Mettaton’s level, but more towards music! …You really liked it.

“Thank you so so sooooo much for not saying who I…l-l-like hehe, b-but I can help you on your journey I promise!”, Undyne said kneeing down and holding Chara’s hands with a smile, “Here I can even give you my phone number!”, she said pulling her cellphone out she lab coat pocket.

“Oh thanks Undyne”, Chara thanked pulling their phone out their pants pocket then handing it to her.

“No probl-huh?”, Undyne said taking the phone.

“What’s wrong?”

“This phone is ancient, it won’t even take text messages”, Undyne said analyzing Chara’s phone, “Hold on, I have a better model somewhere”, she said walking to the escalator.

Okay…JEEZ!!! You both heard glass breaking, a lot stuff crashing, and-!!!! Was…WAS THAT AN EXPLOSION??!! You and Chara slowly looked at each then slowly looked at the escalator in complete shock!

“Ah ha I found it…here you go”, Undyne shouted then said getting off the escalator, “This is last year’s model, but it’s waaay better than the old one. I even put your friend’s numbers in it”, she said giving the phone.

“Wooow, thank you Undyne!”, Chara thanked looking at the phone then Undyne.

“But wait, there’s more”, Undyne kneeing down.

Undyne is now showing Chara all the phone’s functions and modes, even showing them the online site she signed them up for. Chara is thankful and Undyne leaves to clean up the mess she caused. Now that you noticed it, Undyne’s lab is really realllly clean. Papers on her desk are organized, she has a trash AND a recycle bin, she’s even got sticky note neatly placed in squares orader  on a wall beside her desk. Wow, just like your Undyne!

“I’m feeling pretty good about this place Frisk”, Chara said with their new phone in their hand.

“Sweet, buuut you should wear your normal clothes”, you suggest with one hand on your hip and the other pointing to Chara, “It’s gonna get reeeeal hot here”

“Guess that’s why it’s called Hotland, hahaha right?!”

“Hhhahaha, but no seriously it’s gonna get hot” 

(XD LOL this character is so much fun to type, I was totally in character with him)     

[boxingcleverrr]

I passed one of those stuuuuupid “teenagers now/teenagers when I was a kid” posts on FB which...always baffle me, because EVERYONE either has or was those friends who developed earlier/just liked makeup sooner/got tall faster/could afford the trendy clothes/etc, in ANY decade. Hell my sister had friends who looked 30 when they were 13 in the 80s, cause perms. Those memes are just like, the height of curmudgeonly facebookery + let’s shame girls yet again.

And then I pass a (fantaaaastic) picture my mum posted of my grandparents as teenagers. Like, let’s appreciate their class, yes, but if you wanna talk about looking grownup reeeeal fast...

My 15 year old grandmother, looking completely Peggy Carter.

[plugrick]

Yeah, he was supposed to be a genius, and he was. Just because he made one little mistake didn't mean that he wasn't a -- it didn't give Mike the right to insinuate that he was stupid. What the hell did he know? "Y-you weren't there! You didn't see w-what happened! I..."

Rick furrowed his brow, gaze cast at a corner of their temporary cell in shame. Truth was, it really wouldn't help his case if he did explain how everything had gone to shit so fast. Mike already despised him enough for his transgressions as it was.

If they got out, when, Mike said. Ha. No matter how bad things got, he was always holding out for the best outcome. That's what Rick had always liked so much about him - his ability to find diamonds in the rough.

But him? He was just rough. And maybe his boyfriend was starting to recognize that.

Really, the old man couldn't tell what was worse about this situation - the fact that they were being held captive and threatened with violence, or the fact that Mike was just so... So cold. It was jarring, how the gromflomite could see right through his facade, transparent as a veil. How easy it was for the killer to pick him apart at the seams, cleave him down the center and split him into two very exposed pieces.

Oh, that last bit had struck a nerve. "Th-the only one keeping-- w-who do you think makes aaaall y-your guns?! Huh?! *hic* I-I-I--"

The argument died on his tongue. The asassins' main point got across, alright, clear as a bell. And maybe it shouldn't have made Ricks' guts feel like they were twisting themselves into knots, shouldn't make his fists ball up or his eyes burning and blind. Mike was only pointing out the oh-so-obvious, after all -- That he wasn't the only person the gromflomite had around to love and care about.

There was the root of the problem. Right there. The place that he happened to hold as a human companion in this relationship wasn't on same par as family, not even close. It could never be. If anyone should already know that, it had to be Rick.

The old man quieted his muffled sniffles, swallowing the lump in his throat long enough to get out a few strained, albeit stinging words.

"M-m-must be nice," the old man bitterly mumbled under his breath, tone laced with venom. "I-I bet it's reeeeal great to - to just h-h-have--!"

CLANG! The holding compartment rattled rather violently as the ship docked, interrupting the human by nearly throwing him off of the bench seat as the engines whirred down into a faint buzz underfoot.

They'd arrived.

(Plugrick) ❝ do you believe in soul mates? ❞

@plugrick

“…….I think it’s a nice idea. Why?”

[nymphclan]

hoo boy feels great when a friend on here ends up rooting through your archive or whatever and finds a handful of old posts from earlier this year that were me pissing and moaning about every little thing, including her sometimes

feels great to get passive-aggressive texts at 4 AM about it and having a panic attack and having to wake up my boyfriend to cry on him and wait for my klonopin to kick in while he tries to comfort me half-asleep

feels great to be reminded that i can be a real shithead when i’m in a low place, which i was roughly 7-8 months ago when most of those posts were made

like look i can’t post this shit on my main blog for obvious reasons so i’m sorry for anyone that doesn’t wanna see this but this is basically the only neutral zone i have and i wanna barf which is frankly not helping the anxiety

but yeah for anyone who doesn’t know about a year ago i moved in with my friend and her fiance because i needed a place to stay while i tried to recover from my ED and i was too scared to move back in with mom or go to a hospital/clinic at the time

i was in a reeeeal shitty place from basically October until like...April? because 1) i had to move away from my boyfriend whom i’d lived with for the past 4 years or so. went from seeing him every single day to seeing him like...maybe once a month for a few days. it was really hard. 2) my friend and her fiance both worked the same 12 hr shift which meant the majority of the day i was alone and while a lot of times i enjoyed it, it also left me space to fester when i was in a bad place 3) ANYTHING would set me off back then. i screamed at my shower for not getting hot fast enough once. they could be real messy in the living room so sometimes when i cleaned up trash i’d throw clothes and shoes across the room just because i was so frustrated and had no other way to let it out 4) i had basically no one to vent to and cut myself off from a lot of friends because i felt like all i did was whine and complain. even james got sick of it. i stopped really venting about anything going on in the house back in like...March I think. 5) i had been under the delusion that i would be going back to live with my boyfriend by summer. when that ideal got farther and farther away, i got more and more depressed.

so yeah i said some pretty shitty things about her sometimes. she wasn’t around to see them then, i was upset, they were just blurbs i usually made at like 4 in the fuckin morning when i couldn’t sleep and was pissy. one of them was me mocking her after a long conversation we had that night that really rattled me up a lot. idek if she remembers the conversation but i remember a good amount of it. i was in an insecure, shitty place and lashed out at her as a target.

idk. i just didn’t really expect her to find these old posts and then text me about them in the middle of the fucking night (granted, she’s leaving for work around this time so -shrug- not weird for her to be up really) and considering she’s already been pissed at me for stepping down as maid of honor for her wedding in december back in late august because i felt i needed to commit to going to a clinic and i had no idea how long treatment would take or if i’d be in any shape for the wedding and didn’t want to REALLY fuck her over by making it even more last minute...yeah...pretty sure at this point i’m gonna get a message about getting the rest of my shit out of her house ASAP and i’m gonna have a meltdown all fucking over again because i’m as fragile as thin glass these days.

i get that it’s upsetting to read shit talk about yourself, i really do. she talked shit on me once a long time ago on a site we were on like...idk 8 years ago now? something like that. and i had gotten mad about it yeah. i just don’t know. i really don’t fucking know. i don’t feel like i have the right to be happy or to exist anywhere. i don’t want to kill myself no worries but i definitely don’t feel like i deserve life right now and it’s uhhh not a great feeling to have at nearly 5 am. the klonopin’s done about as much as it will, it’s been almost an hour since i took it, but i’m still rattled. i took 1mg tho so i can’t take more. i’m only allowed the extra .5mg pill if i have trouble sleeping. but i’ve never taken 3 that close together so i don’t think i should do that.

we’ve been friends for literally half our fucking lives and i feel like i destroyed that this past year and idk what the fuck to do with myself except rip myself apart from the inside out. i hate when people are pissed and i can’t do anything about it. i don’t want her fiance mad at me either, i really don’t. i already practically panic at the idea of going over there to get my stuff.