#anyways. wish craft hmm...........

[demento-mori]

Oh aint it just?

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[mementoasts]

i've been making progress in infinite wealth this week and i got very happy seeing daigo again. so i made a bracelet

[cyberpunkgyu]

SERIES: The Sun and the Sunflower / P. Sunghoon

genre: fluff, romance

introduction: these series include random one shots of tsundere! sunghoon and bubbly! reader’s relationship, more chapters/parts will follow in the future! this part shows the softer side of sunghoon but next chapters/parts will show his more “tsundere” side

a/n: i decided to make it one shots because i realized i suck at making long stories so hopefully this turns out alright! let me know what you think :D

warnings: suggestive, and not proofread cause i’m lazy

I. Jealousy *ੈ✩‧₊˚ — when you get jealous

Sunghoon is someone who doesn’t show a lot of affection when there are other people around you both. If a stranger saw the two of you, they might not even think you both are in a relationship because of how casual he is around you in public. You didn’t mind, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in anyway, and you respected that (though there were times where he would peck your lips when no one is looking).

But there were times you wish you could just kiss him to show others that he is yours. Like right now.

You always thought you weren’t a jealousy person. What’s there to be jealous about? You know Sunghoon is a loyal person and would never do anything to hurt you. He is a whole green flag, a green forest even.

But you can’t help it when you see girls flirting with him out in the open.

He has asked you out for a night out in a nearby art museum that just opened. Of course you agreed, making sure you were free and don’t have anything else planned, you definitely wouldn’t pass any opportunity to spend time with him.

The night has been going well so far. You two went around to see different exhibitions, taking photos of one another (you even secretly took photos of him when he wasn’t looking because he looked so dreamy).

He was wearing a suit and tie with his glasses on, which you have always told him how handsome he looks with it on. Sunghoon is very handsome in general, but when he wears his glasses on, it just hits different. There’s just something about it that makes your stomach flutter ten times more.

You have also dressed up quite nicely, wearing the dress Sunghoon gifted you for your birthday which wasn’t too long ago. It was a pretty long white dress, and you felt very confident in it. Spending almost two hours doing your hair and makeup, your craft not going unnoticed by your boyfriend.

He is quick to notice your appearance, staring at you in awe when he picked you up from your apartment. He had literal heart eyes for you, a soft smile on his face.

For a quick moment you have left him outside to use the bathroom, to freshen up and all that. Once you got out, you didn’t expect to see him talk to someone, and a woman. And he was smiling?

What caught you off guard is when the girl placed her hand by his bicep, though Sunghoon didn’t seem bothered by it, just nodding to what she was saying. Does she really have to be touchy?

You pouted to yourself, watching the scene in front of you, not knowing if you should let them be or approach them. Before you could even decide, Sunghoon has already spotted you, excusing himself.

“You ready to go and see more exhibits? There’s more upstairs.”

“Hmm, sure.”

Your voice came out soft and quiet, something out of the ordinary as you often talked with such excitement. His thick brows furrowed, but he pushed it off, nodding at you. Maybe you were just getting tired? He thought.

Crossing your arms, you began to walk to the escalator, Sunghoon following by your side. Who was that girl? Is that someone he knows? Or did they just met? Why were they smiling? They looked so happy together. Is that his ex? He never told you about an ex…

You shook your head to yourself, feeling yourself overthink. Stop it, yn.

“Hey… you alright? I can take you home if you’re feeling tired.” Sunghoon looked at you with such concern, both of you getting off the escalator as you got to the next floor up.

You looked up at him, quickly shaking your head. “No! Uh, I’m alright. Don’t worry. I want to see more of the exhibits.” You forced a grin, though it came out so fake that Sunghoon can sense something was definitely wrong.

You got startled when he took your hand, pulling you to the side. Your back was suddenly pressed on a wall, gasping softly as his hand found your hips, looking at him with wide eyes. Your cheeks reddened so quickly, heart beating hastily.

“Is something wrong? You can tell me.”

His eyes stayed on you, waiting for your response, though you felt your throat dry during to how close the two of you are. When you opened your lips, nothing came out.

“Nothing! I just- I…”

“You can tell me what’s wrong. I don’t like seeing you so quiet. It’s weird.”

That made your heart flutter, blinking up at him. He was so close that you could smell his sweet scent, making you feel fuzzy inside.

"I would rather hear you talk non-stop than be quiet. I like hearing you," he whispered softly, feeling his fingers run through your hair, making you feel giddy.

"It's just... it's nothing. It's stupid." you felt yourself pout softly, looking away from him, but you felt his hand grip your chin gently, making you look up at him. "Well it's not stupid if it's bothering you right?"

"The woman earlier. You know her? Is she-"

"She's a childhood friend during my ice skating years. We just quickly catched up, that's all."

Ah, right. You nodded, feeling yourself embarrassed.

"Were you… jealous?"

"What? Why would you ask that." you huffed, suddenly getting defensive. He found it cute how pouty you got, feeling himself smile down at you. Gosh, you're cute.

"You can be friends with anyone you want, I don't care. It's the same with me, I can be friends with whoever, talk to whoever I want. And also, why did she have to be touchy-"

Sunghoon looks at you with adoration, his eyes flickering between your eyes down to your lips. He loves it when you ramble, pouting your lips whenever you do. Your voice was going in from one of his ear to the other, everything in the background becoming a blur.

You were suddenly cut off by Sunghoon's soft lips, your eyes widening before they fluttered shut, putting your hands into a fist as you didn’t know what to do with it.

His lips were hot and plump, his hands going up to your waist, pulling you slightly up, causing you to go on your tippy toes.

You wish you could kiss him for longer, though he definitely took your breath away, pulling away from to the kiss to catch your breath. Your cheeks flushed, as well as your lips, and definitely swollen.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it… you were talking too much.”

A giggle escaped your lips, looking up at him shyly. “I thought you weren’t a fan of PDA.” you teased, smiling shyly up at him.

“I could do much more if we weren’t in public.”

“Hoon!”

He grinned cheekily, his fangs on display, chuckling lowly. “Cute…”

Your cheeks felt as if they were on fire. He really knew how to make you fold, huh? His eyes never left yours, caressing your waist ever so gently, eyes full of love.

“Why don’t we just go back to my apartment?”

“Hm, are you tired?”

“No.”

“Then why? Aren’t we going to see more exhibits?”

“I did. But now all I want is to able to kiss my pretty girlfriend longer.”

[abowlofsourcream]

⏳💫Switch a Loop: An Idea from Loop!💫⏳

*This post reference’s “Memory of Rotting” but is made to leave out some of the more triggering language of that post! Please be mindful of that if you wish to read the aftermath of that post. The aftermath should not be needed to understand this interaction! *

*…

*They didn’t want to leave Siffrin alone, especially after everything that happened…

*But Siffrin is currently resting at the Clocktower, being watched by some of the villagers!

*So it should be fine!

*They hope it will be fine…

*…

*It was dead silent at the Favor Tree…

*Oh Change…

*What could really be said?

*…

*After a while, Loop speaks.

Loop: Now, you may not like this. But, I have an idea of what you could do next.

*Everyone looked at them, hesitantly.

*The party had exhausted every single angle that they could think of. They beat the king, they learned about the curse, the disappeared island, Time Craft and Wish Craft. Now they know how their Looping, but they don’t know why…

*Even worse, Siffrin’s health seemingly taken a deep dive for the worse. They were incomprehensible at the end of that loop. Screaming about the need to wake up and not wanting to be alone.

*Was… Was Siffrin always that loud?

*…

Odile: Well, I think I can speak for everyone saying that we don’t really have any other Ideas. Now do we?

*Isabeau turns away. Bonnie clings to him.

*Mirabelle sighs.

Mirabelle: What is your idea, Loop?

*Loop looks deep in thought.

Loop: Well, You now know that your Traveler is why you are looping, Correct? And everytime they die, talk to the Head HouseMaiden or get upset, You all loop back. And the Head HouseMaiden mentioned something about how the loops were supposed to stop after you beat the King, but the wish was messed up somehow… Not only that, it appears your little Traveler has gone sick! Boy, what a pickle you have all gotten yourself into!

*They all look unimpressed, Loop continues.

Loop: Now… It’s just me spitting-balling, so bear with me! What would happen if the Traveler just… stayed here?

*…

*What?

Isabeau: What do you mean? “If they stayed here?”

*Loop stares at them, unchanged.

Loop: I mean… What if you went to fight the King on your own? Surely, you’re strong enough now… And it’s not like you really need him. You know the Traps, where the keys are, and you should be able to get the key-knife if everything goes to plan…

*…

*WHAT?!

Bonnie: That’s stupid! YOUR STUPID! FRIN IS OUR FRIEND! WE’RE NOT LEAVING HIM BEHIND!

*Loop rolls their eyes.

*Isabeau crosses his arms, glaring at them.

Isabeau: Yea! Sif is part of the team! Sure, they are acting really weird. But, leaving them alone isn’t the best way to fix that!

Odile: Especially after what happened with the Head HouseMaiden. Leaving him alone after that would be extremely irresponsible.

*Mirabelle flinches.

Loop: Well, just make sure to not leave them with anything. It’s not like they’re in any condition to do anything that bad anyway. Come on! This could be the way out! Don’t you think it’s worth a try?

*Isabeau presses his hands on his face.

Isabeau: Change, that is not the point! We can’t just leave him alone! What if they get worse?

Odile: Who will be there to make sure Siffrin won’t hurt themselves?

Bonnie: YEA, DUMMY! WHO?

*…

*Well…

Mirabelle: Loop is here…

*They all turned to her, surprised.

*Loop raises their brow, quizzically.

Loop: Indeed, I am…

*Bonnie dramatically gestures at Loop, annoyed.

Bonnie: WHY? THEY HATE FRIN!!!

*Isabeau stares at her, worried.

Isabeau: Mira, you can’t be serious.

*Mirabelle walks up to Loop, cautiously.

Mirabelle: If Siffrin came looking for us here, would you tell him where we are and why?

*Loop hesitates.

*…

*They put their finger to their chin.

Loop: Hmm, I would… Yes…

*Odile rests her hand on Mirabelle shoulder.

Odile: Look, I understand where you are coming from. But don’t you think we should at least talk about this a little bit?

*Mirabelle snapped.

Mirabelle: You said it yourself! We are fresh out of ideas! I LITERALLY have NO IDEA what to do anymore! I just want this to be over!

*The other’s step back…

Mirabelle: I don’t want you guys to be hurt anymore! I don’t want Siffrin to be sick anymore! I don’t want to keep going if all I ever do is keep failing to keep my home safe! I just can’t take it! I can’t keep failing! I just can’t!

Isabeau: Mira-

*Mirabelle turns to Loop.

Mirabelle: Are you sure this could end the loops?

*Loop stares at her, with an unclear look in their eyes.

Loop: I wouldn’t tell you this, if I wasn’t… I promise you.

*Mirabelle takes a deep breath.

Mirabelle: Look, I don’t like this either. Change, I really don’t want to do this… But what else can we do?

*Everyone is silent…

*…

*Isabeau sighs.

Isabeau: Look, Mira… It’s not that don’t trust you… I am just worried, extremely worried. Like, I am totally freaking out! For you, Sif, Bonnie, Odlie! Change, this is probably the most difficult thing I’ve ever really experienced before! But… You’re right, we are out of ideas… I’m sorry for not thinking about the bigger picture… I’m okay with anything you want to try. I mean, I promised at the start, didn’t I? That I would help you save our home?

Mirabelle: Isa…

*Odile nods.

Odile: And Loop is right… Siffrin is in no condition to fight. It would be too dangerous for them… I guess we can ask the villagers to keep an eye on them, and… Maybe Loop… Although, I would hope that it’s in a more civilized manner than the way then the way they speak of him in private…

Loop: Whaaat? Don’t you trust me? I can behave, I’ll be the nicest you’ve ever seen me be! Honest!

*Odile glares at them, then turns to Mirabelle.

Odile: In other words, I have complete trust in what you do next… We wouldn’t want you to do this alone….

*Bonnie looks to Mirabelle, not sure on this plan.

Bonnie: But… Frin! What if-?

*Mirabelle kneels down to Bonnie, putting her hands on their shoulders.

Mirabelle: If it doesn’t work and we do loop back. We won’t do it again! It will be a one time thing! I promise! We won’t let anything happen to Siffrin… Trust me.

*Bonnie looks down, but then nods.

Bonnie: Okay… I trust you, Belle! But I’m still making “get better soup” for Frin! To be extra sure!

*Mirabelle laughs.

Mirabelle: Of course! Just be careful!

*They all nod.

*Mirabelle looks back at Loop.

Mirabelle: Now, We are trying your idea! But the moment It doesn’t work, we aren’t doing this again!

*Mirabelle looks sternly at them.

Mirabelle: Promise me that you will keep your word and make sure Siffrin doesn’t do anything stupid.

*Loop stares at them…

*Like they were lost in their thoughts…

*….

*Then, they close their eyes.

Loop: You have my word!

[vulpixisananimal]

(You are tired of the library.)

(Warning. Bellow the read more contains talk about self harm\suicide)

(No matter the library, you would always find one of those books. Be it Carpentry, fiction, Craft, sailing, whatever. There would always be just one book, one damn book.)

(Just let it die.)

(But you had to be there, And of course, it had to be you. Siffrin was nowhere to be found after yesterday, and Loop also disappeared soon after after that morning.)

(So. Here you are.)

(Yourself and Odile looking through the central Jouvente library for, what. Wishing stars? How could that help. You knew that whoever tried to grab Boniface had a wishing star emblem on their person. But that was it. What were the chances that you'd find something useful here.)

(But at least it was quiet.)

(Boniface, Pétronille, Isabeau, and Mirabelle had all headed off to the Defenders to ask them about any potential kidnappers in Jouvente. You didn't want to be around a crowd like that.)

(You sighed. Closing the book you were looking through. It was of your language, but it was just another cautionary tale. Be careful what you wish for, that sort of thing. You put it back.)

(You breathed in, and out.)

(It was probably a good thing only you could read these books. Wish craft deserves to be forgotten, with all the pain it's caused.)

(It was thanks to Wish craft that Vaugarde was nearly frozen in time. That Siffrin was trapped in a time loop. And you were pretty damn sure it was a wish that erased your country from history.)

(Stupid wishes.)

"Have you found anything, Siffrin?"

(Odile was here. She snuck up on you. No, that's not fair, you were just not paying attention. You turn to her, and shake your head.)

"Neither have I. Most of the books on wishes would probably be yours to find."

(You sigh. Of course it would be.)

(Wordlessly, you look back to the bookshelf, picking another paper of dead languages to look through. Odile standing next you, watching you.)

"... Is everything alright?"

(No. No it wasn't alright. But you know that, didn't you Odile. Odile Odile Odile. Always the smartest and quickest to work things out. Go on, say it. Say you've figured out you're not Siffrin, is so, so obvious.)

(You read the book.)

". . ."

(Odile is still there. Go away.)

". . . I acted, inappropriately, a few days ago. I'm sorry."

(Huh?)

"I understand if you don't forgive me. I knew something was wrong and couldn't wait for you to bring it up first. That was wrong of me."

(. . . Right.)

(She did know you weren't Siffrin, but she wasn't bringing it up. But she brought it up anyways by talking about how she menaced you a few days ago. So smart, so smart you are, aren't you.)

(You sigh, and close the book. You turn to her, avoiding eye contact.)

(You open your mouth, nothing comes out.)

". . . Siffrin?"

(You turn away, back to the book.)

". . . You can't speak, right?"

(You nod. You never could. The rare times you were here alone, you had to make do without talking. You could never get yourself to talk.)

(Well, you could, but it would give everyone a headache. You continue reading the book.)

"I can teach you sign language, if you want."

(. . .)

"I understand if there's some. . . Issues between us, but I'm still willing to help with-"

(You hold a finger.)

(There's something here.)

(Records of wishes. Wishes people made and what came from it. One person wished to find a rare fish, and could find they could fish for days at a time non stop. Another wished for true love, and was compelled to travel afar. A third wished their brother would recover from an illness, and they gained powerful healing craft.)

(Odile was talking to you. You ignored her.)

(Hmm. Siffrin wished to stay with his friends, and was given a time loop to do it. The king wanted to remember, and was given the power of time craft of all things.)

(There's a pattern here.)

(Keep looking. What else is there. What kind of wishes did people make. What did they get, did they always get their wish? Of course they did. What about the stars. What's with that star, you knew, didn't you? Did you? What was it-)

"Siffrin!"

(Odile places her hand on your shoulder.)

(Don't. Touch. Me.)

(Even without words you got the message across. Stupid. You're not friends. You're not even allies.)

(She's staring at you. Afraid.)

(You must look downright terrifying right now.)

(So what. She'll get over it, and if not, then you'll be tugged away just like you have hundreds of times. It didn't matter. Slowly, you put the knife to your side, there's no blood on it. You pick up the book again.)

". . . Sorry."

(Fine.)

(Damn. You lost your place. Fine. You started walking to the entrance with the book in hand. You could check the book out or steal it. They wont miss a dead language. You needed out of this dusty, disgusting place. Odile followed.)

(You paused at the exit. It was bright outside.)

". . ."

(She wanted to say something. What, another apology? A scolding?)

(. . . No, something's wrong.)

(She must have picked it up too. You heard something, felt something, smelt something. But you couldn't make it out. There was too much information, too much at once. You gritted your teeth and stepped outside.)

(You winced at the light. The streets were busy. It was loud. Stars, what was going on, something was off, something was wrong.)

"D-dile!"

"Gems- Bonny?!?"

(You turn, Boniface was running to Odile. Why were they here? They were holding tight to Odile. They were crying.)

"There!"

(You look up. A couple of Defenders were jogging over to you two. On instinct, you put yourself between them and Odile and Boniface.)

(Odile seemed just as suspicious.) "What, what happened? what do you two want?"

(The defenders seemed unremarkable, by Vaugarde standards that is.) "That kid ran away from their sister, we're trying to get them back to her."

(Hmm...)

"They ran way from Pétronille? Did something happen?"

(Boniface wasn't responding.)

"Well they were almost kidnapped yesterday, but we caught the girl who tried it, I bet they're still spooked."

(Girl?)

". . . Who was it?" (Odile asked, stone faced.)

"It wasn't her..."

(You turn around, Boniface...?)

"Belle didn' do it... Za told me to, to get you, and, and Nille..."

(You draw your dagger.)

"Siffrin! No need for that!"

"Hey easy kid, we're here to help."

(Help. Ha. You looked at the two defenders. When Mirabelle asked for help all those cowards chose to stay here all nice and comfy. It didn't mater that Vaugarde would freeze. Help, they only helped themselves.)

(Something was wrong. Something wasn't right. Isabeau, Pétronille, and Mirabelle were undoubtedly in trouble.)

(. . . No, it was past that.)

(You didn't need some star in your ear or some annoying jingle. You knew what this was. Wrong choice then, after all.)

(You turn to look at Boniface and Odile. They looked worried, confused, maybe angry. Odile, oh Odile, holding Boniface and telling them its ok even if the world is stabbing them both in the back. Oh whatever, it didn't matter anyway.)

(Well, here comes the hardest part. You twist the knife the other way.)

(Odile. She looks confused. And then, she looks horrified. Oh Odile, always the quickest to work things out.)

(She can't move fast enough to stop you.)

(It hurts.)

(. . . It took longer than usual.)

(. . . The other two would show up soon. They can deal with it.)

(. . . You're going to throw up.)

[codacheetah]

AGREE WITH YOUR PREVIOUS POST. I like mean Loop as a facade only, but we know they still care and love...

Now I have a question, what's your favorite Loop takes/headcanon

Oh my god I'm so sorry I took like two weeks to answer this one I prommy it's not bc I'm exclusively a hater or whatever. I just straight up forgot to answer Oopsie. I'm putting this under cut bc it got long enough that you all would shoot arrows at me for putting it on your dash

Anyways there's a lot of Loop Thangs I like frankly. A big one that I enjoy is when fic authors in postcanon make the transition of Loop into the party structure kind of rocky. Usually bc Loop's neuroses creating a level 12 psychic barrier between them and the party + the inherent awkwardness of meeting somebody who's apparently super close in a way (that you'll never fully understand) to one of your friends. Who let's be real I feel like half the party (coughIsabeauandMirabelle) would catch the aura of "oh they do not like us at all" from Loop. I want Loop to be happy and with their family but you just know this bitch is going to make it as difficult for themself on purpose. The Siffrin Special.

I also just generally like when they keep Loop as a star postcanon. I'm not at all a hater towards Human Loop (in fact I think it can be itself an interesting setup for a Loop fic) but I do like Loop as a star more thematically. Something about having to accept that things have changed and moving on from it regardless. Also bc Loop being dysphoric about their body scratches a very transgender projection itch in my brain Yessss little star you're stuck in a body that draws unwanted attention and which you have no control over how it looks and functions in a way that feels fundamentally wrong to you. (Pointing at canonically transgender character) Yooooo this guy is such a cool trans allegory omg

Hmm what else. This is more of a sloops thing but I always enjoy in fics when they lean into the fact it's selfcest frankly. I've become a selfcest enjoyer bc of this ship I'll never get over that act 5 dialogue abt the cautionary tale where Siffrin says he never understood the moral of the story bc the idea of having somebody just like him who understands him. Oh my gyoooooooooooooooood. I want them to melt into sludge I'm always thinking of that analogy from superflyghtheart on discord comparing Loop and Siffrin to endlings of an endangered species. 💥💥💥It's like. This is less sloopy now but I'm caught between the intersection in my head of "Loop would probably benefit from developing their own identity as a person separate from Siffrin bc they need Something they have control over" and "Loop is of the Siffrin Species and they are significantly too sentimental to let go of the shreds of what they used to have, especially after having lost all of it once already". Both of these things are yummy as fuck when ppl smarter than me explore them and they're kinda the main Story Paths for postcanon Loop anyways so I'm always winning. So like idk tldr I like it both when ppl have Loop diverge a lot as a person and when they have Loop try their best to stay as much of a Siffrin as possible!

I'm limiting myself to four paragraphs so you don't all want to hit me with hammers but I do have Loop Biology Headcanons. I've explained mythoughts on their guts before and don't feel like recounting them but whatever True #codacheetahwarriors remember my deranged rambling. ANYWAYS I kind of mentally run on the assumption of Loop's body as like. The Universe couldn't keep Loop in Siffrin's body, bc they needed Siffrin to be in it (and I guess a system situation introduces too many factors of its own? idk). The Universe operates with the goal of fulfilling wishes with the least intervention possible, so The Universe makes a body out of cheap inorganic material (star-scrap basically). Miniature star for a head fueling the body with Craft energy (I'm not going to get into my conspiracy that all Craft is the same here). Molds the star scrap into a vaguely Siffrin-shaped/sized vessel and plonks Loop's conscious into it and calls it a day. So Loop's body as a poor simulacrum of a human body is like. They're capable of breathing but they only really benefit from doing it on a psychological level. They can't eat or drink and don't have a mouth because it would require a significant level of added effort to make a digestive system, when they can just derive energy from their star. They don't have reproductive organs because they're not made from organic material anymore anyways. They don't need to sleep bc their body never gets tired but they still do it because it's not really a great idea to leave your brain on running for too long anyways.

I fucking lied I'm on paragraph five bc the block of text is annoying me. To continue that's all a preface to say I think it's super fun when Loop has body functions that are weird and unpredictable. Their little frizzles on their body are reactive to their emotions the same way their headstar is, and feel like static if you touch them. Their head has a vague boundary so their eyes have something to be rooted to but the function by which their optic nerves work is unclear to everybody including themself. They glow based on intensity of emotion and the temperature of their star changes via specific mood. Bc I think it would be fun if the battlefield in twohats when from ice cold to boiling hot frankly. Ok these are all just my headcanons (temperature one very loose though I'm not a hard subscriber to it) but they're not uniquely mine it's just examples of what I mean. One I don't have as a personal headcanon but I do enjoy is when Loop feels the same physical sensations as Siffrin bc it's funny and I like inflicting misery on the star.

I'm going to shut up now like actually . Loop for your troubles

[nach0]

been cooking up this au in the background but here we go!! spoilers for pretty much the whole game (not twohats but that will come up in a future post) so beware!

The celebration had grown monotonous, now. You drag yourself to talk to everyone like pulling the strings on a puppet, comfort Bonnie (they would never get to see their sister unfrozen), watch Isa stumble through the start of a confession (he would never confess to you), lie to Mirabelle (you’ll never get to leave, let alone return to visit), woop woop with Odile-

Ah. You were still doing that one. And you’d missed your line.

“...Are you alright, Siffrin?”

“Why wouldn’t I be! We won!” Get back on script, now. “What are your plans for after we finish here?”

She’s still looking at you strangely, but it’s fine. You can feel how strained your grin is, but it’s fine. Odile is going to be suspicious and ruin everything again but it’s fine-

“With the King defeated, I suppose I can finally go back to travelling. I’d be curious to visit some more Vaugardian cities and hear what they have to say after an event like this.”

Speed it along, Siffrin.

“It’ll be weird travelling alone again, won’t it?”

“...Hmm. Yes, it will.” She carefully bookmarks her page, folding it to turn her full attention on you. “You seem… distressed. At the thought of setting out on your own again.”

Oh, she had no idea. Travelling, going anywhere else, was the least of your worries now. A giggle escapes you at the thought of seeing anything other than Dormont or this blinding house again.

“Don’t worry about me, Madame! I’ll be just fine!”

Your smile doesn’t reach your eye. It hasn’t in so long, the only indicator of how bone-achingly tired you were giving you away with every moment of eye contact you can steal. You’ve been able to play it off so far, but now… It doesn’t matter. It’s all over once you talk to her anyway.

“Assuming I believed you, despite that little display-” and from the look she was giving you it was very clear she didn’t- “I had been planning on asking you to continue travelling with me. There’s still so much for me to learn about Vanguarde, its culture, and… well, I enjoy your company, Siffrin.”

You can’t control your expression fast enough. The script hasn’t just been ignored, it’s been torn in half, set on fire, and thrown off the side of the house for good measure.

“I- you- you’ve never said anything before!”

“I could never find a good way to bring it up.” You must still look confused because she laughs, a single note with so much fondness packed into it your heart starts to ache. “Is it so hard to believe? That I deeply and genuinely care about you?”

Yes! You want to scream, because doesn’t she know? Doesn’t she know what a selfish monster you are, how you’ve forced her- forced them all- to care about you? To love you? You don’t deserve to have her look at you like that, like you’re worthy of her care-

But.

You are so very tired. And wasn’t this what you’d wished for, to journey with Odile back to Ka Bue? You’d almost forgotten, if you were going to be honest with yourself, but it swims in the front of your mind clear as day.

“I… would love to, Madame.”

She smiles before waving you off, returning to her book with an expression you can’t quite decipher. Fondness, perhaps? Worry? Some mix of them? You suppose it doesn’t really matter when she’s going to forget in the next loop, but for now… it’s nice to imagine. Continuing to travel with Odile…

It’s. What. You. Want.

Back to the stage, Siffrin. There’s one actor yet to recite her closing lines.

The taste of Time Craft fills your mouth as you march up to the Head Housemaiden, a barely hidden fury blazing in your eye while you wait for her to begin breaking down, opening your mouth to recite her lines alongside her.

And she…

doesn’t. 

“Travelling one, are you alright?”

Burning sugar is all around you, in your nose, in your mouth, filling the very air as you can do nothing but gape at the impossible deviance from the script, why was no one following the script, and you almost double over when hit with the earth shattering realisation that-

“It’s really over.”

Your

world

                 goes

                                black.

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Welcome to what I am (at least for now) calling paper stars au because i have been trying to think of a name for an hour. taking suggestions

sif's fineeeee it's just all the stress and wishcraft catching up to him now they've stopped for five seconds. like sharks!

anyway yes! au concept! Act 4 siffrin is so tired that, unsurprisingly, the party notices! slightly more surprisingly, odile offers the very thing he wants! by this point they're done and this is close enough to what they wished for, right? he wanted to keep traveling with odile anyway, so they just... give up on the rest of their wish.

from there the party splits, odile and sif take bonnie home, and keep going together after that

i have so many thoughts and ideas for this au! how do the rest of them feel? when does siffrin actually say something about the loops? what is loop themselves up to? all questions i have thought about at great length but have yet to write!

questions and asks very much welcome, please come talk to me about this i swear i don't bite <3

[twigthedoodler]

You loop back all of them Pt. 4

In stars in time spoilers ahead! Inspired by this post! Part 3 is here! Part 5 is here!

@moonsart

???: “I know everyone in your little group… you're Siffrin’s little family…”

(The stranger that looked like a star was talking bitterly…?)

Odile: “So you know all of us? And you know Siffrin?”

“Who are you anyways?”

(The Stranger sighed. The Stranger couldn't look us in the eyes as they talked for some reason.)

???: "I am a... I'm a... I'm Loop! I'm here by the Universe's will to help Siffrin with the loops! That's who I am. That's all you need to know!"

Odile: "That's all we need to know... Interesting. What can you tell us about time craft and wish craft? And the loops? Cause you seem to know a lot.”

"Universe... That's what's in the sky... Huh... I'm with Odile. Could you please tell us what's going on? Siffrin won't tell us!"

Loop: "Well you won't remember very long because he will loop back soon... I can tell."

Odile: "We know Siffrin's, and apparently your memory doesn't reset... Is there anything else that doesn't?"

Loop: "Well... Siffrin's experience doesn't reset... And any equipment you get doesn't reset."

"That's why we have all this stuff we don't remember getting! Well... Couldn't we write something on an item, and then read it and remember?"

Odile: ... "That's a good idea! Good job! You sometimes have really good ideas Isabeau!"

Loop: "That might actually work! Okay... I'll tell you what I know if someone writes it down."

Odile: "I'll write it down."

Loop: "Alright... So... Siffrin made a wish... You Odile know that it isn't about croissants... That wish... Was done with a ritual. That made it come true. Somehow looping helps fulfill that wish. He has been looping in time for a while now. Restarting the day from the point you just saw. It also, as you noticed, it also resets the moment he talks to the head house maiden... There is a bit more but that's the most important parts for you to know right now... Got that all down?"

Odile: "Yeah I got that... Everything makes a bit more sense... There is still mystery of course... But...hmm... So he is looping because of his wish? Hmm..."

"I wonder why- no... Actually I know why he didn't tell us. He never likes 'burdening us' with his problems... Sometimes I wish he understood that it isn't a burden..."

(I don't like that Siffrin always avoids his problems. Ever since day one I was okay as long as I made him feel better... But I should have realized. He just thought It was okay to not say anything because I let him say nothing... I wish I could apologize to him...)

Odile: "...Thank you Loop. We might come back later. But we must get back before anyone else wakes up. We should go, Isabeau.”

(So we start walking back... There is this feeling I can't get off my chest though.)

"Hey, Ma'am Odile?"

Odile: "What is it?"

"Do you think Siffrin will be okay?"

Odile: "I-... I don't know... We will have to just see..."

(That was the last thing we said before the next morning.)

…

(At the clocktower Bonnie and Mirabelle was awake playing cards)

Bonnie: “I don't like this game… it's so confusing!”

Mirabelle: “Sorry, it kind of is… Well um…”

Bonnie: “...What are we going to do about Siffrin?”

Mirabelle: “I-... We need to help him… I'm sure Isabeau and Odile are gone to figure out what's happening on their own… But if they can't figure it out we need to decide what we are going to do.”

Bonnie: “I say we beat up Frin!”

Mirabelle: “W-what!? No! We are not doing that!”

Bonnie: “aww… I was sure it would work though…”

Mirabelle: “Let's talk to the others once we get a chance to figure out what the two learned… or didn't learn…”

[mayaree-darling]

Kissing Bleeding Mouths// Blade

Pairing: Blade x StellaronHunter!Reader Synopsis: He’d call you his associate, but you’re way past the formalities. That’s not the right word for the both of you, anyway, he doesn’t want that to be you and him. You really don’t know what you do to him, do you? Warnings: OOC Blade because I know almost nothing about him and his lore except that I want him to come home (he’s gonna come home I know it it’s a canon event); Can’t do full spicy because I don’t do that stuff so I did a “different” kinda spicy. Not exactly fluffy (I’d say borderline obsessive, if anything, this relationship is toxic y’all) Fic Length:  2.1k~ (Unedited (because I’m tired)) From Aree: Hey, everyone, it’s been a while! Happy to be back. Always wanted to write for gaming fandoms, too, so we’re starting with Honkai Star Rail (I have a Genshin SAGAU fic that’s been in the works for so long now and it’s still a work in progress). I got inspired by a POV playlist I came across on YouTube by greatdain, and this is just a POV under that song that I ended up extending lmao. Anyways, enjoy!

A part of him wishes you knew what you did to him.

Soft smiles and softer laughter only he witnessed in peaceful moments spared during a mission. A joke here and there he thought annoying at first, but found himself thinking about the longer he’s in your absence (he plans on taking it to his grave that he found them all well crafted. Hell would have to freeze over before he let you know it helped him sleep to think of how you made each joke at the spur of the moment). Even gone, you’d still annoy him. So stupid. Stupid and naive you. How did you end up in their group, anyway, so sweet and innocent as you were? How did he end up wrapped around your little finger? A part of him wishes you knew what you did to him. But the logical side of him - the one that only knew the taste of blood and the draw of a sword - it forced him into silence.

Because he didn’t know what you would do with that kind of information.

What would you do had you seen him battle with himself for hours after returning to HQ if he should go and see you? How he all but paced around his room, thinking of a reason to enter yours? And now, here he was, his best effort of holding himself back was trying to walk slower (he wasn’t one for holding himself back in the first place, but the effort is there all the same). But surely you knew, right? Surely you felt his eyes on you as you made your way around a party or sat across him at a meeting, almost desperately trying to catch your eyes and… and what? What was he hoping for? What was he hoping for you to do?

“What do you think you’re doing, Blade?” the question is a whisper, almost a breath you don’t want others to hear, but there was no one to listen but the man himself, and Blade would cut down anything that dared interrupt now.

“Figure it out yourself.” If he had any ounce of honesty and softness in him, he’d admit he wasn’t quite sure himself, but that was just what effect you had on him. Blade remembered looking for you after you left the ballroom to get some air, finding you in a deserted hallway. He doesn’t quite remember how he ended up pinning your wrists to the nearest wall, lips ghosting over the spot where your shoulder meets your neck, waiting. For what specifically, he’s not sure either. You keep making him second-guess himself. He knows he can take you in a fight - your wrists feel so fragile under his fingers - he knows he can take you - you haven’t exactly been trying to fight him off all this time - but still, he hesitates. If he lets himself press his mouth to exposed skin, have a taste of what he’d been denied of for so long in your presence, well, it felt like crossing a line he could never come back from.

“Hmm, if I was going to take a guess, it almost feels like you’re about to eat me.” You’re trying to make light of the situation, as you’ve always done. Yet he does not scoff, or ignore you, or move on from the conversation. Instead, he feels your laughter come to a stop when he sighs into your skin. He agreed, it certainly did feel like he was going to eat you. What would happen if he sunk his teeth into you, nipped at your skin - what else would he break between the two of you besides your flesh?

“What would you do if I did?” He closes his eyes, trying to reel himself in. Maybe he can still control himself. Breathe in, breathe out. He curses silently through gritted teeth. Blade should have known better than to do that. Now he’s enveloped in your scent, the only thing he can feel under his touch is your warmth, it was all you, you, you.

Blades feel you shift in position and instinctively tightens his hold on your wrists. It must’ve hurt - he’s barely aware of how much strength he’s using - but you don’t make a peep. He can’t risk letting you walk out now, even if he still doesn’t know what he’s doing - what happens after you leave him in this hallway? Will he enter HQ tomorrow to find out you’d requested another partner without so much as another word to him? Not that he’d just let things end there - he’d probably make sure you end up his partner again. But he would still prefer to see this conversation through.

He’s pulled back when he feels your breath on his ear. You let out a puff of air - a small laugh - that has him more aware of the situation you’re in. You’re so, so close - and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“It wouldn’t be fun if I just answered that, now, won’t it? So let me ask, since you’re the one in control right now, yeah?” Blade’s not sure if you meant to brush your lips to the shell of his ear, but you’re speaking again before he can think of a proper reaction. “What do you want me to do?”

Why would he know what you’d do? All he’s been able to think about is what he’d do to you. A part of him wants to strangle you until you hated him. What have you done to him? Wants to crush you in an embrace so tight he’d permanently feel you in his arms long after you’re gone. Kiss you until he could drown in your bleeding mouth. What did you do? Why is he like this, all because of you?

And all too soon the answer comes to him clearly.Blade’s hands leave your wrists in an instant, instead coming to grab your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. He doesn’t have to see his own expression to know he looks beyond deranged - he can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth upward into a lopsided grin, eyes blown wide. His thumbs try to gently caress your cheeks, and yet you can both feel him tremble with barely restrained excitement.

“I want you to break,” he ghosts his lips over yours. Where should he bite first? “But I want to be the one to break you.”

 It would be so easy to do, too. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. To make you submit to his every beck and call, have you running to do his very bidding, his words more than gospel the moment they reached you. By the end of this little game of sorts, he’d have you kneeling.

And yet, and yet, and yet.

The automatic doors slide open to let him in and Blade locks it behind him without much thought, like it was second nature, as he has already done time and time before.

You sit on the edge of your bed with your back facing him, one leg spread to the floor and your other knee pulled to your chest, phone in hand, softly humming a tune as you scroll through your messages (was it those damned crew members of the train again?) He can’t help but be aware of every little thing you do, every little thing related to you. He knows that song you’re singing.

He’s heard it played on the streets of Belobog the first time you sang along and he hears it again as you lay next to him the first night you spent together. You may have thought him asleep with his eyes closed and even breathing, but that was your mistake. He listened to you sing that song in the dark, so very aware of your proximity, each small breath you took, an intake of air longer than the rest as you hummed, and every time you made the slightest alteration to your position under the sheets, trying not to “wake” him.

To him, to Blade, it felt like he never truly left that moment in time. Each time he lays down for the night, if he can fool himself enough, he can hear you humming. You’re in bed with him, surely. Just an inch away from touching the tips of your fingers or the edge of your face. He’d kill to even graze at your skin, but he’s not dumb enough to try - he knows the moment he does, the illusion would end, the spell would break, and you and your voice with it.

Blade relishes the sound of your singing now, in the flesh, unhindered by his own imagination. He’s so close now. A few steps and you’re in arms reach. He can just hold his hands out and then… and then…

You raise your head the longer he doesn’t say anything, most likely wondering why he hadn’t made his presence known. Normally he’d stand in your line of sight and stare at you until you finally decide to give him your full attention, be it to go over the mission plans or just to provide him entertainment. The Blade in front of you right now, however… He doesn’t know what face he’s making. Is it carefully blank, or do you see the desperation he’s trying so hard to keep in check?

“Blade? What can I do for you?” you maneuver your body so you’re facing him, but you don’t stand and come closer. You don’t try to close the distance in any way. You stay where you are, on the bed, with him by the door.

And that was the problem.

In few quick and agitated strides, he reaches for your wrist.

“That’s something I don’t hear very often, especially when it’s directed at me,” you laugh like there was nothing wrong with your predicament. Like he didn’t just say he’d rather have you broken than hopelessly in love like he really wanted, like he really craved. “However, you don’t expect me to just accept that without a fight, yes?”

“Of course not,” his thumb grazes at your lip, imagining a cut right straight in the middle. Imagining swiping the blood across your face. Imagining the clean-up afterward. “The process is more than half the fun. I look forward to it already. Do you?”

“I suppose, to an extent, but that’s not what I meant,” you smile tenderly, eyes soft, gently caressing his cheeks. Blade can’t help the feeling that you’re treating him like he’s the only one who’s not in on the joke, the one who just can’t seem to get it. “What makes you think you won’t break first?”

“Blade?”

He looks at your wrist in his hand. So easy to break. Just a quick twist of his own wrist and he’d hear it snap under his fingers, have you crying in his arms. Would he try to soften your crying with murmurs of assurance, or would he tell you to scream louder? He doesn’t get to know the answer.

He holds your wrist like a feather, you must have noticed how lenient he’s being. Tight enough to know its unmistakable presence, but not enough to crush. When was the last time he was aware of how fragile something was?

“Blade? What’s wrong?”

He raises his eyes to meet yours. You don’t flinch, or try to move away. You stare at him, watching his face for anything that might give way to what was going on. Instead of letting you find out anything for yourself, he slowly kneels down until he’s eye level with you.

He all but barks out a laugh. He puts pressure on the tips of his fingers, almost trying to crack into your skull. “Do you really think I’d let myself break first? You’re out of your mind, darling.”

His throat burns at the very idea, bile rising up from his stomach, but he either said it now or lived in secret for the rest of your time together. He thought of marking you in other ways, but this would have to suffice for now.

“I yield.”

He watches as your eyes widen ever so slightly before you smile, ever so slightly, eyes ever so soft. You cup his cheek with your free hand and he all but melts into the attention you’re so willingly giving him. When you lean in, he’s already meeting you halfway, but just before your lips touch, you hold him in place with your hand on his face, mouths just barely grazing the other. He finds himself staring at your eyes which seem to gleam something dark.

He feels your hand slowly creep from his cheek to his hair, softly brushing at strands before tugging - once, twice - at the ends. “Oh, I don’t just think so, Blade.”

You smile like you know a secret he doesn’t, a joke he can’t quite get.

“I know.”

✨ Masterlist ✨ 

Taglist: 💛@anime-allover  💛@faeriessky  💛 @prksolon 💛 @dai-tsukki-desu

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

21: Aren't You Sweet?

A/N: Just realized that 70% of this fan-fiction is going to be/has to be me finding new ways to make MC and Sans yapp to each other about stupid shit and/or serious shit because Undertale is all about exhausting the dialogue. Will I run out of things to make these characters talk about? Let’s go gambling find out!

♪────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

Finding the little shop takes as long as Sans said it would. You didn’t mind it at all, you two managed to talk about useless things for that walk so it wasn’t boring. Sans tells you about the neighboring monsters, how they are, and the ones he’s most friendly with. And by that, he refers to the monsters who know his name and won’t tell him to fuck off politely.

“Really? But it seemed like those people at Grillby’s really liked you.” You furrow your brows.

He shrugs his shoulders, “eh, i’m a real hit or miss when it comes to makin’ friends. you wouldn’t believe how many of these guys hate puns.”

“Whaaat? But they’re always a rib-tickler!”

“right? they’re so humerus, too. i’m just an unappreciated master at my craft.”

“Dang, just like that one bitch who cut off his ear.”

“…who?”

“Vincent van Gogh. He was the guy of all time.”

“did you know him personally, or what?”

You sigh wistfully, “Man, I wish. I could’ve fixed him.”

“…” Sans’ smile strains, “i don’t think there’s much fixing a guy who willingly cut off his ear.”

“That’s what you think,” You smile, pointing at the building not too far ahead. “Hey, is that the shop?”

“yeah, yeah. that’s the one. huh, looks more rundown than i remembered.”

“Crap. You know, I’d totally step up as a hero to help reconstruct this place, and I meant to learn about it, but I just forgot to.”

“learn about what?”

“Carpeting.

“ah.” Sans nods, “there are monsters whose jobs are to do that stuff, anyway. besides, a human with a heart of gold-”

HOW DOES HE KNOW?!

“-and a pure soul? how original.”

Oh, wait. He was just teasing you with a prevalent phrase.

“Ah-ha ha, yeah… Uh, well you know, shouldn’t those kinds of stereotypes be welcomed? Or would you rather I have been a dick-ass human?”

“no, no. by all means, be that fairy-tale human we all know you can be. actually, if you can be like that one princess with glowing hair so we can have an artificial sun, that would be so great.”

You roll your eyes as you two stop in front of the store, “You see, I totally would, but I’m more interested in checking this place out.”

“great transition, bud,” Sans snorts a short laugh, opening the door first, “lady’s first.”

You give your thanks as you stroll in, taking in the sights of the small, cozy shop. It’s really familiar, probably because it looks like that bunny’s shop in the main area of Snowdin but just a little bit bigger. The lights are dimmer, but you appreciate it since it’s easier on the eyes. There aren’t any customers in here, however, there’s a monster man behind the register who catches your eye.

He’s pitch black everywhere, and small wisps of black smoke rise from his hair, reminding you of Grillby. Strangely, his facial features gave off a white outline that allowed you to see his expression very clearly. His shirt is green and unbuttoned, letting you see the white shirt underneath. He’s resting his cheek against his hand, reading a book on the counter without giving you two the time of day. His ears are interesting, vertical, and thick in a way you’ve never seen before. He looks tall, but then again monsters are proving to be larger than expected because of their inhumanity.

Hmm…

Inch resting.

This doesn’t look like the old lady Red Bird was talking about… This might just be another employee then. Sans gestures for you to go talk to the shadow monster, leaning against the door to wait for you. You nod at him and walk to the counter with a polite smile.

You put your hands on the counter and clear your throat, “Hello, there!”

The guy looks up and does a double take, widening his eyes at you. You think it’s supposed to be some kind of blush, but white, diagonal lines appear on his cheeks. Bro is so anime, you’re sure Alphys would love this guy.

“Uh, yes-Er-uh–” The monster clears his throat very violently, leaning back on his hand at an awkward angle. “-Yeah, whatever. Hi.”

…Okay… That happened.

“So, uh,” Oh, he’s still talking. “you’re not from Snowdin, right? Where uh, where you from?”

…Is… huh? Is what you think is happening happening right now?

You’re not sure how you feel about this if you’re completely honest. You see Sans from the corner of your eye, his smile is straining, and he looks just as confused as you do.

“Ah, I’m uh, I’m from uptown Snowdin? But I thought I should get out of my comfort zone when looking for a job.” You tell him.

“Oh, so you’re here to… apply…?”

You nod, “Yeah, speaking of which, I thought an older lady ran this place?”

The shadow monster nods in turn, “Yeah, yeah. My granny. She’s not here today, but I usually take care of the place even when she is here.”

“Oh, cool! So, I mean, how about it? Are you looking for some extra hands on Mondays and Tuesdays?”

The man pouts, “Just Mondays and Tuesdays…?”

You scrunch up your nose, “Is that a big problem-”

“-NO NO! Not at all! I-I mean, it’s slow here anyway, so you’d just be bored here if you stayed too long.” He widens his eyes, his strange blush deepening, “I-I forgot to introduce myself, sorry. I’m uh, I’m Pollux.”

Oh nice, like the star! You probably shouldn’t say anything though because this Pollux guy seems like he’ll latch onto any nice words you’ll say to him. He seems nice, but you don’t have the energy to entertain someone like that.

“It’s nice to meet you, Pollux. You can call me [Y/n].” You drum your fingers on the counter, “So… Uhm, would now be a good time for an interview, or do I need to fill out an application first, or-”

“Right, let me–I’ll be right back!”

Pollux closes his book (rip, he didn’t put in his bookmark first) and goes through the back door behind the counter in a hurry, accidentally slamming the door behind himself. You look back at Sans, that fucker hand his hand over his grin, shoulders shaking in an attempt to quiet his laughter.

How dare he laugh at your misery? It’s not your fault you can draw in bitches left and right, if anything he should feel sorry for you! Oh, to be cursed with Main Character energy.

“wow, that was pretty impressive,” Sans whispers loud enough for you to hear, “you really do attract all kinds of attention, huh?”

You groan in embarrassment, “You be quiet with that! Can’t you be sympathetic about this? Ugh, I wish Elliot was here, he could fix this.”

“who’s that? friend of yours?”

“Yeah, my best friend. We looked like a gay couple when we stood next to each other so we just scared away the hoes.” You sigh at his memory, “But alas, you don’t make us look like a gay couple. We look too hetero together.”

“…i thought we silently agreed to not bring those types of conversations outside the house.” Sans then realizes something, “wait, what do you mean gay couple?”

You can’t respond since Pollux comes back out at that moment. He’s holding a few papers and sets them down on the counter in front of you with an awkward smile. Glancing over it lets you know it’s pretty standard, but some of the things you might need help with from Sans since “Monster Family Type” is not something you know how to answer.

“We have another person working here Mondays through Thursdays so you’ll be seeing her, too. She’s uh… not very reliable.” Pollux’s expression twists into something unpleasant, “I hope you can get along with her. Hell knows that I can’t.”

You can’t help but grin, “Finally dropped that nonchalant act, huh? That’s good, I’d rather be friends with someone who’s true to themselves.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Pollux blushes tenfold as he hides his face behind his hands. The strange smoke that rose from his hair intensified to his emotions. You almost want to sigh and scold yourself, but you’re not given a chance to do anything.

“Oh, o-okay! I–Uh! Yeah, no I-I was just uh, I was testing you! For-For your judge of character, yeah!” He lowers his hands and runs them through his hair, looking away from you with a bashful look, “You uhm, tha-that application can be done whenever. If… If you bring it by next Monday, you can probably start the same day, too.”

You nod along to his words, listening to him yapp while thinking about Grillby because the motherfucker is so fine.

The place here is so dead, but you’re not going to complain about having an easy job especially since Pollux is going to be easygoing enough to just hire you like that. He asks you a few more questions before you can tell he’s just trying to keep you around for a casual conversation. You feel so bad but you’re not really interested and you’ll have a chance to talk to him anyway another day.

“Well, I better get going,” You interrupt Pollux with a smile, “I have a few more errands to run and I kind of want to spend today at home after, so…”

His smile drops slightly but tries to cover it up just as fast, “Oh, yeah. Sor-Uh, I sho-I gotta do inventory anyway, so yeahhh. I’m pretty busy.”

“Cool! Don’t wanna get in your way then,” You nod, already beginning to walk back toward Sans, “Have a good day, Pollux. See you on Monday!”

He reaches his hand out to you before lowering it, “Yeah, I–Yeah, see ya…!”

“Let’s get going, Sans.”

“uh-huh.”

The skeleton, watching the whole time and thus understanding your desire to escape, already had the door open for you. You thank him as you walk out of the shop, sighing in relief when you hear the door close behind him.

“wow. that was… a show.” Sans snickers, “you sure about this place, [y/n]?”

“It should be fine, I think,” You shake your head, “Let’s get going. I meant it when I said I just wanna relax now.”

Well, he won’t argue with that. Dang, who knew you had that much game? You literally just walked in there and that guy was whipped! Sans recognizes that monster, too. Pollux is what the world categorizes as a “hidden boss” but he’s not actually a boss monster. As far as he’s aware, Toriel and Agore still stand as the only Boss Monsters in the underground. Anyway, he always knew Pollux was that type of person, but it’s still funny to witness every time. You should be safe working there, he knows Pollux isn’t the type to do anything since he’s all bite.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask,” You start suddenly, “the first day I moved in with you guys, you and Papyrus mentioned someone named Undyne? You said she was an authoritative figure, too. Mind telling me about her?”

Ooh, it’d be good to actually tell you, so Sans does.

“he’s the head of the royal guard, paps trains with her pretty regularly. hm, what can i really say about her? she’s rough around the edges when you first meet her, but reliable to everyone around her. heh, you’d probably get along with her…”

You purposely fall for his words trailing off. Yes, you know this already but you need Sans to tell you first. “But…?”

“...but she’s probably the biggest hater towards humans like you. oh, ‘specially ‘cause you’re an adult? she’d take your soul in a heart-beat.” That pun was weak, but Sans didn’t like how bleak he sounded, “she doesn’t come around here often, but… you know.”

“Yeah… I do…”

Sans furrows his bonebrows, “hey, don’t sweat it, [y/n]. i promised toriel that i’d take care of you, and well… we’re friends now too, so i wanna make sure you’re okay too anyway. i’m sure my bro feels the same way.”

“That’s good. I-I hate being restricted, but I know that it means I really shouldn’t go places without you or Papyrus. Undyne seems pretty dangerous.”

“like i said, she doesn’t come here all that often. she mainly just stays in the waterfalls, which is just down the road from our place. so you can still go where you want on your own if you really want, just probably not that way.”

You smile weakly, “Ah, you know, if I’m being completely honest here… I’m not really in a hurry to leave Snowdin. I don’t want to die, Sans. Is… Is it bad that I don’t want my soul to be taken? Even though I know that my soul could be the key to help free you all. Is it bad that I don’t want to do it?”

Sans huffs a small laugh, his smile softening without him realizing. Damn, you know what? He doesn’t want you to get your soul taken, either. 

“No,” Sans says softly, “it’s not bad at all.”

Maybe that’s all you two need for now to come to a small understanding.

A/N: I'm scared that if I draw that npc monster that there's gonna be at least one person who's gonna say "i wont him in my mouth" and that's cool and all, but sans is already fighting for his spot in this fic against GRILLBY on Wattpad, Quotev, AND Ao3 and he's barely in this damn fic 😭

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[kuzusushi]

PAPER AIRPLANES

i suggest listening to paper airplanes by ruth b while reading this:)

[2:45 am]

“hey, it’s me. i hope i didn’t wake you up.”

you hummed in response, taking a glimpse of midnight blues and deep black, a still background for the moon that shone brightly, accompanied by stars that scattered across the lonely sky. you lay down on a pile of pillows you’ve haphazardly strewn across your balcony floor, propping yourself up as you gather some paper and a pair of scissors to work on your craft as you listen to your lover in adoration. 

“well, i think you’d be able to hear this anyway when you wake up—and thank god i am the first thing i’d hear when i wake up, i would never forgive myself if i’d be second to the old couple next door yelling at their son to wake up—wait, you know what, never mind. i’d be second to your alarm clock anyway,” your lover huffs over the speaker. 

you let out a laugh as you imagine him crossing his arms indignantly, petty over his loss to an inanimate object. 

“but that’s besides the point. point is, your alarm clock is not the one greeting you first for our anniversary...i am!” he boasts. 

“so happy, happy anniversary, dear. well, i’ve prepared a speech for you so you best be ready for me when i get home...and before you tease me for being cheesy, i’d have to remind you that i’m only like this for you. you make me feel so full of happiness and i am just reminded of that each day when i get to go home to our shared home—oh it’s three already quick! write three wishes and send them off to the moon! “

it was your little tradition. you both decided that since your sleeping schedules were fucked anyway, might as well make the most of it before slipping off to slumber. so at three am, both of you would have to write down your wishes and send them off to the ‘moon’, which is essentially just each other, and it never fails to send you both preening over the romantic wishes you’d both have for one another. 

as you scrawl down your message on a piece of paper, you hear a yawn from your speaker. 

“i’m kind of sleepy now, dear. but before i go, let me list down my three wishes for tonight. hmm....since it’s our anniversary, my first wish would be to be able to cuddle with you when i get home. it’s really lonely here in my room so you have to promise to shower me with hugs when i get home ‘mkay?” 

another yawn and you feel him hesitate on the other side of the line. 

“my second wish....is to be able to grow old with you. children or none, pets or none, i don’t care. as long as i have you, i could never be a happier man. man, i know this sounds awfully cheesy, but i am so grateful to have you in my life. every time i see you, i wonder what i did so right in my life to have such an amazing partner like you. since this is a wish, you have no choice but to grow wrinkles with me now. who knows, maybe i’ll lend you my denture cream when you run out of them in the future...never mind. that’s kinda gross. i’ll just buy you a new tube of denture cream.” 

you hear him yawn again and shuffle over, as though he’s getting comfortable to sleep soon. 

“last wish....oh i think you’ll like this one. i know it’s been years since we’ve been dating and this is something i’ve always dreamed of. i hope you’ll be able to make this dream come true when i come home tonight—no one else could seal the deal other than you. this time, we can finally have actual anniversaries like marr- i mean, you’ll see. i hope you can wait for me, darling. i love you.” 

[3:00 am]

the recording ends as you let go of your paper airplane, longingly staring at the full moon that shone alone amidst the clouds. a tear falls down your face as you remember that his third wish could never happen. you sniffle as you shifted your gaze to the ring snug in the center of the box he was supposed to bring home that night. 

he didn’t come home. 

so now, all you could do is send your wishes to the moon, hoping that he’d still be there, watching over you. perhaps one day you both could meet again—perhaps not here, not now, but in another life, where fate will be kinder to you both.

you slowly hold the ring with shaking hands, the words engraved onto them held the single wish you have been writing every night. 

“my only wish was you.” 

CHARACTERS: CHILDE, KAVEH, KAEYA, THOMA, ITTO, ayato, kunikusuzhi, GOROU, heizou, tighnari

[icewindandboringhorror]

I can't do much productively during the heat wave/health issue flare up/etc. like work on my games or anything where I have to sit at the computer/type for long periods of time, BUT.. I did passively sculpt a few tiny foods lol. I wanted to do one of my bigger usual sculptures, but those take so much more time and concentration, I thought something small just to keep my hands busy would be better.. close up photos look kind of weird and blurry from my camera settings or something, but overall they came out okay, especially in person.. Nearly the only reason I ever wanted to buy dolls as a kid was to get my hands on the miniature foods and plates and stuff that came with them, I've always just been obsessed with small versions of things like that, so.. why not make some! lol

[shunin-gumis]

As Master Joe Wishes - Track 06

Seasonal Team Event - L4mps

Location: Manor – Large Parlor

Joe: Oh my, tomorrow morning? This is the first I’m hearing of this.

Yodaka: Tomorrow morning… This really is short notice.

Samejima: Sorry about this. It’s not that we don’t trust you, but we were taking precautions against any information leak. As it is, we’re limiting the discussion of the situation with involved parties only.

Toi: Um… If the transfer has already been confirmed, does that mean our orders have changed as well…?

Samejima: I’m glad you’re quick on the uptake. As you guessed, the next 12 hours will be the most dangerous yet.

Samejima: Our troops are stationed in the gardens, as well as the surrounding houses, but– 

Samejima: As we are aiming to lure in the target to arrest them, we’ve decided to deploy only the bare minimum within the manor, so as to not arouse suspicion. That would include a couple of us from command, and all of you. 

Hiramei: If we pack too many folks in here, they’d figure us out immediately and get away… 

Ryui: Wha–

Ryui: (Ain’t no fuckin’ way, it’s way too dangerous. That said, might be worse if we try to get outta here now…) 

Samejima: I suppose it’d be too much to ask for you to spend the next 12 hours doing the same as usual… But of course, I hope you avoid doing anything dangerous. 

Ryui: (They’re aiming for that spoiled brat of a bear. If I can just keep Toi away from her, I should be able to protect him even if they come down on us…)

Nagi: In a development like this, they’re all but guaranteed to come to us.

Nagi: Maybe we should set up some traps to drive away the intruders, like in that one famous Christmas movie.*

Joe: Oh my~ What a splendid idea! I am quite fond of that film myself~

Toi: I love it too! Although, I do feel bad for the robbers at the end of it… 

Daniel: If yer gonna do it, make sure ya don’t half-ass it and have your allies end up in the cross-fire instead. 

Daniel: Anyways, I’m gonna go lie down. Back’s still sore and all. 

Yodaka: He’s got a point. While there’s some appeal to setting up classic traps, I’m worried about being unarmed against a group of thieves… 

Ryui: Oi, old man. Tell ‘em they oughta give us a proper guard, or at least give us somethin’ to protect ourselves with. 

Samejima: Hmm… Maybe I could get permission to get us some batons… 

Daniel: Batons… Well, better than nothin’ I guess. We don’t have much time, so you should—

Netaro: Ask and you shall receive~ ! Drumroll please! There is no need to worry your little heads~ A kawaii and cool arms dealer has arrived~ 

Netarobot: Yes indeedy we have weapons indeed~

Nagi: That scared me… weapons?

Netaro: Tada!

Ryui: T-This is… 

Yodaka: From handguns to rifles… There’s even a grenade launcher… These are all elaborately crafted airsoft guns, aren’t they?

Toi: So cool! Just like in an action movie…! Did you design all these yourself, Netaro-san?

Netaro: Roh’s the one who designed the exterior~

Yodaka: Oh? Sakujiro did?

Netaro: Remember when Ryui oh-so-cruelly rejected the servant clothing that Roh had designed? Well, he said we should at least have some weapons on us and came up with these designs one after the other! 

Yodaka: I see. Now that you’ve said it, I can tell these weapon designs were made in mind to match the butler and maid uniforms he had shared before… Put them together, and the design would leave a deep impression on a certain subgroup of people… 

Nagi: Could I use this one as a blunt weapon?

Netaro: Gii, if you mess with that, you’ll get blown away, along with the entire manor.

Nagi: Eh… 

Netaro: Roh may have designed the exterior, but the interior execution was done by yours truly~ They’re equipped to overkill any band of thieves (or anyone, really)!

Toi: So, they’re like the real deal? 

Netaro: I am an arms dealer after all~

Ryui, you can have this one.

Ryui: Woah, aight.

Daniel: –An assault rifle huh. A mid-ranged weapon that can be used in both offensive and defensive formations. From the looks of it, it’s semi-automatic too, perfect for beginners to use.

Netaro: I’ve adjusted the recoil so it won’t shatter Ryui’s shoulder. Once you’ve strapped on the ammo belt over both shoulders, you may shoot to your heart’s content like Ramboo!*

Ryui: Got it.

Netaro: This one’s for Toi!

Toi: W-woah! It looks really cool but, can someone like me even use it…? 

Daniel: Sniper rifles are long distance, meaning you won’t be targeted as easily. It’s plenty enough if you can just calmly assist your allies from out of sight.

Toi: I can protect Ani-sama with this!

Netaro: Gii gets hand grenades!

Nagi: Thank you… I don’t get a gun, huh. 

Daniel: The hand grenade is considered one of the most powerful weapons because it can reduce a wide area to ashes in an instant. Nagi doesn’t have much of a presence, and he’s real fast. Might be surprisingly suited for a vanguard. 

Nagi: I should be careful not to pull the pin on accident… 

Ryui: (Not sure if we should trust him with that thing… )

Netaro: Yoda can have this one~

Yodaka: A revolver, huh.

Yodaka: (Hm… How strange, feels like it fits right in my hands… )

Daniel: Revolvers are standard equipment for JPN police. Although the bullet count is limited, it’s the easiest to maneuver in close combat, right after the assault rifle. 

Nagi: Buchi-san, how come you know so much about these?

Daniel: … Who knows. 

Netaro: And finally, I get to have everyone’s favorite grenade launcher! The grenades come in seven different colors and seven different abilities and pop out one after the other for great efficiency~ That’s all!

Daniel: … What about me?

Nagi: You’ve got your muscles, Buchi-san.

Netaro: If you must have one, here.

Daniel: A magnum? 

Netaro: I considered scrapping this extra-large caliber gun since it would dislocate the shoulder of any of the other weaker-bodied humans but… Your dynamite muscular frame should be able to handle it no problem~

Samejima: Um, I’m technically still a police officer here, so seeing this blatant violation of the Firearm and Swords Control Law right in front of me is a bit… Well, I’ll still grant you permission, of course.

Hiramei: I’ve been recording the whole thing so, if push comes to shove, it’ll only be Samejima-san’s neck on the line!

Joe: Being middle management must be quite the difficult job indeed~

Samejima: Yeah... Please take me in if I get fired for this.

Samejima: With that being said… I’m sorry to ask this of you after all you’ve done to help already, but until the transfer is complete, please be–

Toi: Um, this is only a suggestion, but… Could we hold a farewell party for Joe-sama now?

Joe: Toi…!

Samejima: Be–

Toi: I’d like to make some more memories with Joe-sama! I can’t believe we’re parting in just 12 hours… 

Joe: Oh my, I am so very happy to hear you say that~!

Samejima: –Be on your guard and as we prepare a wonderful party.

Toi: Yay! It’s decided then!

Note:

The famous Christmas movie Nagi is referring to is the 1990 film Home Alone.

Ramboo is a reference to Rambo.

[lanternlightss]

📓 for the ask game thing! i want to know!

(ask game)

slides into the room and smiles. my first favorite thing to do to characters is squish and fawn over them. my second favorite thing is to torment them /j

anyways: what if. we took. a hammer to loop and siffrin.

SO. loop cat au. somewhere in, hmm, act 3, where you’re repeatedly fighting against the king !! and trying to get information !!! unfortunately this siffrin is tired and also is not good at fighting the king so he keeps. dying. to him. this is important information for later—notably the part where siffrin is beginning to take the dive into exhausted apathy and annoyance.

loop here. accidentally. makes a wish (i cannot decide how to word it, but something to do withh someone being better suited to the whole “guiding” thing. they don’t want to do this. they shouldn’t do this. the universe is just like ?? aren’t you already. oh well. squints. folks like cats, right.) And Well !! oops !!! when the next loop starts, they are no longer human shaped, and stare horrified at their paws. cut to siffrin who is laying in the field coming up with a new way to insult the king before hearing ?? yowling ?? coming closer to him ??? and getting a handful of cat launching themself at him.

siffrin trying to make sure this cat doesn’t get flung off: hello ????? are you okay ???? (since when was there a cat out here.)

loop: [Something. Has Not. Gone To Plan.]

siffrin: LOOP ???????????????

and now siffrin has a new snag to iron out !!! and a new party member, because, for as complicated loop’s feelings are towards siffrin, i feel like. they. wouldn’t want to be alone, rn. the universe already fucked them over once and now they’re having to deal with an even LESSER lack of autonomy. plus, this way it’ll be even easier to make sure everything goes right !!! (<- is what they keep telling themself, trying not to bolt from the house.) (i also really really want to explore what would happen if loop just dragged siffrin out, alone, and was like. okay we’re doing this ourselves okay. loop hangout part 2. you ready. i am not. don’t look into that. you didn’t hear that. let’s go. And Then continuing to experiment like that, just the two of them.) (<- ALSO ALSO this would make an act 5 situation :] very interesting. because they !!! have the optiioonnn. of following. right after. and also i wonder if this would make both of them even more “throw shit at the wall” after learning wish craft because. if they can break the time loop wish. they can. break this wish, right?) i swear this would be a mostly fluffy fic. loop cuddles up to siffrin when they have to sleep and keeps denying it.

loop does interact with the rest of the party at one point too :] after siffrin accidentally blows up the secret that they’re stowing away a cat, which does not go well 🤍 they look like this for almost the entire duration of it:

[memoryoflooping]

chat i'm so scared. for how the rest of these are about to go tomorrow. but i might not see them tomorrow depending on how i decide to do things, new tanformer just dropped. we'll see.

loop 30 - -i don't think i'm getting any more new dialogue for doing everyone's quests… maybe i should not do them all… like once like i did with a bonnie-only completed one… but i fucking love isa's skill fuck this gay earth. idk. -save vaugarde wishes: 3 (4? if the fashion one counts? or the saving certain people ones??) other: 11 -siffrin is so damn hungry. whats his issue -"you're all cowards" option for the beautiful one???? -i think intent must also matter for wishes bc the save vaugarde list is really long… so wishing to save one person must also be a "save vaugarde wish" -SIFFRIN FORGOT TO LAUGH AT BOTH JOKES. NOOOO FUCK -"why shouldn't you take up time travel?" "because there's no future in it!" FUCK. siffrin be normal you got this. you can clutch this -"oh so we're going to ignore the whole hysteric laughing and crying huh" helppp. -oooo "why stardust?" -"distracting people with puns and jokes is the best way to evade stupid questions" just like siffrin does. loop def noticed that LOL -YES!!!!! MY PERSISTENCE HAS PAID OFF! TAKE THE FUCKING FLOWER YOU BLINDING FUCK!!!!!! -WHAT JUST HAPPENED???? BONNIE'S PORTRAIT WENT ALL BLACK???? -oh my god i could totally set up siffrin to one shot these fucking bosses i just did 8k damage to big ball head -why DID the head housemaiden record who wished for what? -she knows about wish craft… -hmmm… that is interesting. why is it just siffrin looping if it was everyone in vaugarde wishing for the country to be saved. siffrin isn't the key to victory, because the party can get up to the king on their own as seen in the spending a loop with loop.. i would consider mirabelle the key part of the party and not siffrin -"you have to go talk to loop in person" siffrin i'm going to kill you dead. fine.

loop 33 - -siffrin looping back based on his emotional state does check out actually -"you can't continue because somehow you know this is the end." -LOL HE TRIED IT ON LOOP -loop's eyes have diffrent shades? oh they do! i didn't notice -AWH he's drawing them! so cutes drawing! -siffrin's cloak and hat has backstitching, which means its durable. -made of wool, one thread up one thread down. -clothing that's here to keep you comfy and warm -awhhh someone wanted siffrin to me comfy and warm for a long time… -fucking KILLED that fucking tall as fuck saddness holy fuck i 9999'ed that thing. oh this just got so much more fun for me i'm doing this shit to the king after the paper jackpot -siffrin just automatically walked down the post boss hallway? -siffrin for the love of god you need to get out of the timeloop not embrace it rn -its too late for the loop to be fixed? but something went wrong… -"something goes wrong everytime" "it's because we did it wrong" -they didn't know the exact ritual. -the king might not have been defeated the right way… hmm -"i just hope that someday. you might learn to forgive us" loop 34 - -maybe siffrin does something wrong??? -going against the wish's will without realizing. hmm -ooooohhhh mirabelle always gets the last blow… hmm interesting. but why would a wish rot for just siffrin to do that? "save vaugarde" isn't something i think could be easily monkey's paw'ed into "trap this cunt in the timeloop until he personally kills that fucking king" -hmmm… i guess i could definately set up a situation in the king fight where siffrin kills the king before the scripted kill. but i already did something like that and it played anyway i think… -no yeah i'm with that train of thought. it's a lead but i'm not sure its right. -"these fictonal characters they've been replaced with." -defeat the king on your own. hm. boss i think you will fucking die -i need to do the friend events ? to get them as strong as they can be. well i would've done it anyway! yippeee! -oh shit act 5! that was pretty short! -uh oh. music slowdown. undertale. -the kid looks at you warily…. uh oh -i don't think wizard's make faces like yours -oh the statue is. glitched out? -UH OH the drawing of everyone! -SIFFRIN YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT -oh my god she slapped him -sif always teases mira. and she thought it was how he made friends. -always so mysterious -my god she's's pissed -well. i guess he's right about one thing. i'm only good at using the usual shield skill anyway. chat i'm so scared. -he was really squinty in that sprite i saw… like loop….. is he. acting like loop ? he's more like. aggressively using timeloop knowledge rn. -chat i'm so scared. he's about to start playing Doom on his personal relationships i think, seeing how this just went with mirabelle