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antilocaprine · 2 years ago

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20 Frenrey perhabs 👀

(Kiss Prompt List)

20: …on a scar.

“What’re you poking at back there?” Gordon mumbled into the armrest.

Benrey’s fingers stilled, then pulled away. “Oh. Uh. Nothing.”

“No, wait.” Gordon sat more upright and reached out, catching Benrey’s hand as he tried to scoot away across the couch. “I didn’t mean stop.”

“Oh.” Benrey’s eyes flicked to the side, then he sighed. “It’s, um. There’s…marks.”

Gordon’s brow furrowed. “Marks?”

“Yeah, like…” Benrey waved his hand. “Marks. From. Y’know.”

“No, I don’t know.” Gordon tried to look over his own shoulder at his back. “Did I lay in something? Were you eating raw hamburger on the couch again?”

“Bwuh - wh - I would never,” Benrey huffed indignantly.

“Benrey. I caught you last week. I have video.”

“S’fake…photoshopped. CGI is so…such good technology these days, it’s amazing.”

Gordon giggled into the cushions, then looked back up. “Fine, whatever, that’s not important. What are the fucking marks from?”

Benrey tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. His throat moved as he swallowed. “Bullets, mostly. An’ some knives. Grenade, couple times. And, uh…couple’a aliens, I guess.”

Gordon scrubbed self-consciously at the tank top he was wearing. He knew he had some scars on display, but it was hot as hell in his New Mexico apartment and he’d been enjoying dozing off on the couch. It was too hot to do anything else but veg out and watch TV.

“Should I change? Do I - does it bother you?”

Benrey rolled his head on the back of the couch and frowned at Gordon. “No, s’not that. It’s…they’re from after.”

“After what?”

Wordlessly, Benrey reached out and tapped two fingers to the middle of Gordon’s right forearm. That was one of the few parts of him that was unblemished - whatever the fuck Tommy’s dad had done to put his hand back, he’d fixed it near-perfectly. There was no scar, no seam, no discoloration - just a dull ache on cold mornings, sometimes, and occasionally the phantom feeling that his fingernails were going to come flying off if he squeezed his fist too tightly. Muscle memory, he supposed.

“Did we run into that much after that?” Gordon wondered.

“Uh, yeah? You almost - there was a lot more.”

Gordon shrugged. “Can’t say I remember all that. As I recall, I was pretty out of it for a while there.”

Benrey looked back at the ceiling. “I remember,” he said quietly.

“Wait.” Gordon shuffled to fold a leg up, sitting sideways so he could face Benrey head-on. “Are you, like - are you messed up over this?”

Benrey didn’t reply.

“Dude, you don’t have to worry about it. I’m fine, and the suit took care of most everything back then. No permanent damage, see?” He wiggled his right hand.

Benrey’s gaze flicked over, then back to the ceiling. Gordon resisted the urge to look up, too.

“Okay,” Gordon said after another few moments of nothing but the infomercial playing on TV in the background. “Is this a big deal?”

“No,” Benrey said mulishly.

“Do you need me to leave?”

“What? No.” Benrey reached out and wrapped his hand around Gordon’s arm - the left one, the one closer to him.

“Okay,” Gordon smiled. “Do you want…should we talk about it?”

“You don’t even know what ‘it’ is,” Benrey muttered.

“Nope,” Gordon replied, his tone chipper. “Not a clue.”

Benrey pursed his lips, then his chest rose in a deep breath. When he exhaled, a beam of sweet voice bubbles flew out, ranging from a dark, deep-water green to a thin, thready blue that almost matched the current color of the hot summer sky.

Gordon watched the lights appreciatively, but it was like attending an opera in Russian. He had no idea what the colors meant.

“I got nothing, man. You gotta use your words. Or explain the colors.”

“Explaining is using words.”

Gordon chuckled. “Okay, then I guess using words is your only option.” He reached over and knocked his knuckles gently on Benrey’s temple. “What’s goin’ on up there, buddy?”

Benrey released Gordon’s arm to bat good-naturedly at his hand, then grabbed him again as if afraid Gordon was going to get up and walk away right then without the restraint. He made a few more faces and breathed out another beam of sweet voice, this one lower in tone with darker greens and blues, both shades nearing black. Gordon tried to be patient, side-eyeing the TV to see what the current infomercial was advertising. Some tool that had something to do with juicing lemons, apparently, and could also peel oranges. The presenter was very excited about it.

“I didn’t know,” Benrey started slowly, and Gordon’s gaze cut back to his profile. “I, uh…didn’t know about how…humans don’t grow things back.”

Gordon frowned slightly. “We’ve been over this, man. We straight-up killed you - we didn’t know you’d come back from that. If anyone’s wronged here, it’s you.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Benrey flapped his free hand, waving away mortality like a wayward mosquito. “But I mean…I didn’t know what else wouldn’t work right. So I was, uh. I paid more attention. And there are still marks. Uh…I guess that’s all.”

Gordon sat for a moment, his tucked-up leg going numb as he worked his way through Benrey’s roundabout manner of explaining himself. He liked to think he was getting better at it - reading between the lines, making bridges from one thought to another.

“Are you saying you’re upset because you didn’t know what else would be irreversible? Well,” he amended, “not without Tommy’s dad’s help?”

Benrey nodded, then shook his head.

“Is that part of it?”

“Part, yeah.”

“Is there…more to it?”

Benrey nodded, looking frustrated. “I paid more attention. I…watched more. But.”

“Oh,” Gordon said. “Benrey, buddy, you - we were in a warzone. You couldn’t stop me from getting hurt.”

Benrey shrugged, his brows drawn low. “Should have,” he said.

“Okay, no, don’t be dumb.”

“You’re dumb.”

“Your face is dumb,” Gordon retorted automatically.

“Your face is…pretty…uhh…”

“My face is pretty?” Gordon snorted. “Thanks, man.”

“Wh- no! Pretty gross, I meant,” Benrey mumbled, pink and green sweet voice leaking out the corner of his mouth. He swiped it away, and Gordon threw his head back and laughed.

When he tipped his chin back down, he saw Benrey’s gaze snap up to his face. Gordon sighed and shifted, kicking one leg off the couch and swiveling to pull the other one up, tilting his torso away from Benrey. “Look, I’m fine. It’s fine. Do you want to check for yourself? Was that what all the poking and prodding was about?”

Benrey muttered something, but when Gordon glanced back, he closed his mouth and reached out a cautious hand to trace one curved scar across Gordon’s tricep. “Soldier knife,” he said, almost too quietly to hear. “Rocket debris,” he said as his fingers moved to the base of Gordon’s neck. Then they dipped below the collar of Gordon’s tank top and touched several round sets of scar tissue. “Soldier bullets,” he said.

“Do you have all of them memorized?” Gordon asked gently, not really sure what to do about the melancholy mood that had descended.

“Yeah,” Benrey replied. “Maybe. The ones from…the ones from after.”

Gordon sighed again and leaned back against the couch to face him. “They’re not your fault, Benrey. It’s fine. The suit took care of it.”

Benrey made a face. “Shouldn’t’ve had to.”

Gordon snorted and shoved playfully at his shoulder, but that backfired when Benrey caught his hand - his left hand, the one he kept through the length of Black Mesa, the one he knew was really his - and pressed a quick teal-tinged kiss to the ropy scar that crossed Gordon’s forearm.

“It’s already healed, dude,” Gordon said gently. Benrey rolled his eyes.

“Still hurts though, huh?”

“Well - okay, but that’s - that’s normal.”

“Shut up,” Benrey told him, and turned Gordon’s arm to kiss the road rash scarring on his elbow.

Gordon snorted and let him continue. It was too hot to wrestle with him, and Gordon was never one to turn down a pampering, even one as guilt-ridden as this. Maybe it would help Benrey move through whatever funk this was.

And maybe, Gordon thought as Benrey kissed the place on his right arm where there should be a scar, but wasn’t - maybe it would help him, too.

#hlvrai #my words #kiss prompts #snippets #askbox #on anon #they would NEVER be this well-adjusted #but it's nice to pretend #also i know what's expected of a 'scar' prompt when Gordon is involved #so i decided to be mean and go in a slightly different direction #i hope it's still fun!

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reigenhusband · 4 years ago

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Ted can I get some Reigen/Mitty lore PLEASE I am starved!!!

BWUH I HAVE SO MANY STUPID DETAILS I'LL JUST put whatever comes to mind

When he used to smoke Re/igen smoked a brand of cigarettes called Peace and Mitty smokes the counter part brand called Hope.

Mitty met Rei/gen because he was a delivery guy bringing the office food. Rei/gen was stingy with the tip of course

Rei/gen only refers to Mitty as TV (which sounds like his last name) for the longest time until they start dating. He has never called him Mitchell and he never will.

Mitty only calls him Arataka until they start getting really close

Mitty is the reason Rei/gen thinks regular table salt works and won't stop using it

Mitty taught Rei/gen how to fish so every summer they have a big fish fry with Mob and co.

Mitty stopped trying to cook in the house because Rei/gen stands over his shoulder and micromanages

Local restaurants know Mitty and Rei/gen really well because they go out to eat so often (and often want them to try the new menus out). They're basically a foodie couple without meaning to be

Rei/gen learned to sew because Mitty's clothes are always messed up

#kenna thank u i was jus thinking about this aaaaaaaaa #smoking tw

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leafslash · 6 years ago

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The soothing roll of the ocean... He hears the dull echo of salt waves lapping languidly at shore, like the soft sound of a seashell against one’s ear. Warmth gently bathes over his body, against his back and scalp, though its source he does not know. But it’s... peaceful. It keeps him lulled into slumber, cradled snugly by the arms of scarce awareness. He could sleep forever like this — warm and safe in nothingness. Away from the chaos of before, away from the cruel fear that had squeezed his lungs as he stared into the blank eyes of the storm raging above. Just... a little longer. Let him stay like this, dreaming and at rest, for a little longer. Suddenly, there is a voice, and it joins him in the void black of his subconscious.

[ wake... up. ... can you... hear... ] He stirs, disturbed by its intrusion. [ hear... us....] This... is not the voice he’d heard before, the one that had called out to him as the world had crumbled around him. That voice, it had been hope itself, a lone shining candle in emptiness — her voice. No... No, this isn’t that voice, nor is it a single voice at all. It’s two. [ get... up! ] His head lifts. He feels so heavy, as if his skull and limbs were lead, and when he blearily opens his eyes he is blinded by light. (Is that sunlight?) Yet, before he can figure out where or what this is, a wave of water rushes over his body and straight into his nostrils. “ Bwuh! Kggh..! ” Ashton coughs, though it’s a little more like ungracefully hacking up a lung. That’s saltwater! Augh, that burns! He snorts it out from his nose, brings himself up on his forearms and stomach, and whines. “ Wh- What was that ... ?! ” [ you’re awake. ] “ Of course I’m awake! ” he huffs back, wiping his dripping nose using the back of his wrist. Those are Gyoro and Ururun’s voices. He’d recognize them anywhere. Man, this is the worst way to wake. “ I — ” He abruptly stops as his hand comes into view in placing it against the sand. Webbed... His hands, they’re webbed! Why are they webbed?! He shoots straight up, trying to get on his knees, except —— Thwump. Face first against the sand. His legs! He can’t use his legs! His breath quickens. Oh, oh god. What’s going on?! He turns himself over to sit upright, blinking the harsh beams of overhead sun back to regain his vision, and it’s in doing this that he gets a good look at himself. “ A- AH — ” [ don’t freak out. we’ve changed. all of us have. ] Where his legs should be, there is now only the tail of a fish. The scales, they’re a brilliant blue (Ururun’s blue, he recognizes that) and they shine like the twinkle of the ocean at sundown, iridescent from the caress of light. Fins the color of crimson (Gyoro...?) billow from it -- at the tip, at his waist -- and the sight of them, it’s beautiful, for lack of any other word. Otherworldly, like pulled right from myth. But those aren’t his legs, and it’s cause for his panic. “ What do you mean, ‘don’t freak out’?! My legs are supposed to be where — ” He flails his arms in gesture to his body. “ — all THIS is! ” [ don’t ask us. it happened when we vanished from that other place. the one you call spirale.] Ashton gasps. That’s right! That monster in the sky, what happened to it? He does a quick once-over of his surroundings, but finds only pristine beach, white sand and aqua waters. Wherever this is, it isn’t the city of spirals. Lips purse and brows crease; he has to figure out where he’s ended up, or rather what the circumstance entails altogether. For now, his gaze trails back to his body. Even his skin seems to glow in translucence, and his back... He brings a hand behind him and gropes. His back is just like any other back. No trace of dragons to be found. “ ... What’re we gonna do? ” [ investigate. ] He heaves a melodramatic sigh, dropping back onto his elbows and allowing his head to hang back, wet hair falling from his face. “ That means I’ll be doing all the work, with you two as you are. ” [ we know. ] Ugh! The worst. This is simply the worst. Of course misfortune would follow him here, for it always dwells over him like a dark cloud that won’t leave. Before he can utter any sort of quip back, voices begin to wash in from nearby, somewhere ‘round the dunes. His eyes snap open, he sits upright, and covers his mouth. Right, danger. Danger could be lurking nearby, and far as he knows he has naught to protect himself with. [ watch yourself. ] “ I know. ” Words but a whisper, he waits. The voices pass, and fade to leave him with merely the noise of the ocean: the roll and swish of water hitting shore, and the seagulls trilling overhead.

Spared, but for who knows how long. Out of habit, he looks upward while telling Gyoro and Ururun, “ It’s probably better to be in the water. And I think these — ” He allows his fingertips to run over the slits spanning his ribs. They open and shut under his touch, akin to the push and pull of lungs. “ I think they’re... gills or something. ” So weird. This cannot possibly get any weirder. What a long day this is bound to be... [ we’re here with you. ] “ R- Right. Thanks. ” And with great reluctance, he silently slips into the waiting sea.

#ir event intro #drabble tbt #writes a novel for my event intro #whoops #isola. ❱❱ — ❛ EVENT PT.1 / / THE FANTASIA WAR . ❜

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destiniesfic · 7 years ago

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When Ben walks into the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks at the sight of Rey, naked, flipping pancakes at the stove.

Distracted by all of her exposed skin, he forgets every single word he’s ever known.

She turns her head, grinning broadly at him, and says, “Morning.”

Ben says something between “what” and “buh” and it sounds a bit like “bwuh” and he feels his face going red to the tips of his ears despite the fact that he has most definitely seen her naked before in other contexts but somehow it’s different now when she’s standing in the middle of his kitchen looking like she walked out of a goddamn dream—

Rey notices him freeze, and she sighs, lamenting, “Trying to be seductive around you never works.”

But she’s wrong — it works too well.

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my ask box and I’ll write the next five.

#they eat the pancakes after #even though the pancakes are slightly burnt #rey is not the best cook #reylo #next five sentences meme #darth-ernzo #ask

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guhbwuh · 16 days ago

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hello! this might be an odd question but how do you stay motivated? is your art just really old and you upload it whenever? because to me, it feels almost like you’re drawing all the time with how often you post, and i’m just curious how you don’t get incredibly burnt out from all of that.

sorry if this is incorrectly worded or difficult to understand, i’m not sure how to properly ask this question.

HIII not odd at all, ive been posting super frequently recently so i get it😭 i think it comes down to a few situational things for the most part.

i'm neck deep drowning in one of the largest hyperfixes ive had in years (haha this is the biggest reason, probably!)

when i have free days (like today) i can just work away at art because for me, its strictly done as a hobby, and if i have small slots of free time drawing is on the same level for me as say... working out or gaming for a bit. i have fun with them all i just need to choose which haha 😭

if im posting chibis, they can be done pretty quick on my end and i do them in groups on one big canvas so its really just a bunch of little simple things

i work fast and im never really hung up on perfecting details in my work, i move between parts of my drawings frequently to prevent getting stuck on one bit

another big thing is kinda.. just listening to my brain. i know pretty well what i can handle. if i can't draw, i wont force it. if i can, i wont push past what i have the capacity for!

sorry, this isnt really helpful as pretty much everything can just be "because ADHD"d 😭😭😭😭

#bwuh answers #bwuh tips #<- if it can even be counted as that? 😭😭 once again #im so sorry if its not the most optimal answer

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wildcatofgreen · 2 years ago

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"Bwuh, wha--"

And as if on cue, the gemerald started glowing as soon as the goat appeared next to her. The rumbling wasn't not caught by the wildcat, but she kind of just assumed it was some sort of earthquake?

She blinked.

"Everythin' goo--"

Interrupted by the gem's glow growing ever brighter, as well as the goat speaking further.

It was not like she had a choice in the matter. Cool, great, she loved fun times with her friends getting interr--okay it's getting even fuckin' brighter.

PROBABLY NOT A GOOD TIME TO SNARK TO HERSELF.

Else she might take Bapho with her.

And stones know that wouldn't be a good idea. Oh boy imagine how mad Scary Lady would be.

So, taking out her jump disc, she'd toss it the opposite of where Bapho's facing.

"Catch ya later, Bapho! I'm holdin' ya 'ta that!!!"

With a warp, and a rub of the tip of her nose--

Blip.

She would disappear in a grand flash of green light, as if she was never there at all.

Now that she was alone for the time being, Baphomet took a minute to put her collection away and gather a few weapons form the wall. However, a sudden rumbling shook the tower and the little pocket realm that the goat had made home there.

In a blink, Baphomet appeared beside Carol, scythe at the ready. That was close. Way too close for her liking. Something was wrong, and she could feel it in the air. She hated to say this to Carol yet again so soon after reuniting, but she felt it necessary.

"Carol... Think you can convince your Gemerald to take you home now? I really don't want you here to see me work."

This wasn't like with the Timberwolves before, her tone carries none of that flabbergasted snark from before. She was deadly serious as she stared down something that only she could see.

All the spirits had fled as an I trader slid its way into the room, prompting her to take on a more aggressive stance.

"I'll swing by your place in a day or two. We can go looking for some gems then."

The tower rumbled again as Baphomet's stance lowered to an almost predatory crawl, "I mean it. I will see you later. Now leave."

#carol's cruisings #fexrtherexper #reblog

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in-the-gardens-of-inspiration · 6 years ago

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Yo, so let me preface this: I used to watch the 2003 4kids TMNT when I was a kiddo, and I've also been watching TMNT2012, and I'm also pretty hype about Rise tbh, but it got me thinking about the weird rabbit-holey SI/reader being in a relationship with one or more or all of the bros- and like, made me think back to the one I wrote a few years back when I was sick. It also made me think of Raphael having the Hebrew version of his name instead of the Latin/Italian version, Raffaello, and of course because Angelology is its own dark rabbit hole of research, yeah, I was thinking about the archangels, the Hamato brothers and a SI/OFC. Also a bible-thumping, born-again bus seat neighbour.

Then I decided, I have to write this glorious mess.

(It's for 2012, 'cause I'm most familiar with that incarnation atm)

There's something crappily unlucky about getting stuck in New York City after 10:30 in what many, if not most people consider the bad part of town.

It was a reprieve at first, honestly, but after the first 10 minutes, it just was such a drag.

Want to know what happened? Well, the Greyhound broke down, and the driver couldn't fix it, so he called another bus to pick his passengers up, which would be coming. Eventually. Some time after 11:30. Wonderful.

Great. Well, I wasn't beside a born-again Christian Evangelist Bible-thumper trying to shove her brand of religion down my throat, so plus.

On the flipside, minus: I don't know NYC, like at all, I was daytripping. So I wandered off because I was rather sick of my benchmate, the Bible-thumper, and, haha, of course, got lost.

Now I've heard some shit about the Big Apple recently, and like, it's wacky. Ninjas? Aliens? Oh get real. That's a movie publicity stunt.

But ho boy, was I wrong.

So while I was wandering, trying to find my way back to the bus shelter, I hear footsteps approaching me, and like these suited Pod-people clones with these gnarly laser rifles are following me. My eyes go wide, 'cause holy shit, this is either a ballsy as fuck publicity stunt or I'm about to get murdered or worse by these plug fugly clone rejects, and to be honest, either choice sounds kinda shitty.

So I'm there, speed walking the FUCK outta there, when I hear whooping, jeering and clanking metal, I turn, lo and behold: ... Uh turtles...?

I blinked a couple times, nope. Not a stress-induced hallucination, okay, that's good? Yeah, a quick pinch to the arm also verified it wasn't a dream, because oww... And uh, my stare was being returned, and I barely withheld a squeak of startlement, with a no-doubt awkward look I gave my rescuers a smile-and-wave combo. And immediately regretted it.

Between one blink and the next the turtly-shaped anomalies, there were four of them, all around 5-ish feet tall. All sorta staring- like what happens when you stare too long at the abyss, it stares back.

"Um, hi..?" Mouth engaged before brain rebooted, great start. "Thanks for saving me from those creeps..." I think I nervous blabber, that's gotta be the only reason I'm still talkin'. "My name's Daphne, you, uh, fine fellas see a bus shelter 'round here? Think I got a little turned around.." Finally, my mouth ran out of words to spew out, and I was left to get a closer look at my rescuers. I mean, outside of 5-ish foot tall turtles.

Decked out in domino mask-like bandanas, the quartet made for a fairly imposing image, weapons adorning them and blank eyes. Fairly imposing at least until the shortest one, in the orange, spoke, baby blue eyes glittering at me. My mental image of my knights in tortoiseshell armour tarnished a bit,. "Whoa, bros, she's kinda pretty."

She's also right here, I snorted, taken aback, god he sounded like a teen- oh shit, could he actually be a teen? Huh, that's not something ya see everyday, teenage ninja mutant turtles.

The one with the red bandana smacked the one that had spoken upside the head. "Why don't you think before you speak?!" ... Okaay, that's, uh, new.

He spoke again, absolutely unfazed by the whimpering, teary-eyed stare he was receiving, "Bus shelters about five blocks that way." And he pointed in the direction I'd come from, ah nuts, I'm probably getting more lost in the seedy part of an already dangerous city, great. I smile at them a bit wanly, "NYC's got my internal compass a little on the buggered side, but eh, thanks for the directions." I move to push past them, when a blast of pink energy from a nearby alley slams into the pavement in front of me, and I leap back with a choked off curse.

The one in blue grimaces, and barks out, "Let's take care of these pests first, Mikey, Don, can you cover for..?" I'm assuming he's the leader, but it still startles me a bit when he looks at me amidst the blaster fire. Holy shit, my day's just become an episode of a comedy sci-fi anime.

So Blue told Orange, 'Mikey', and Purple, 'Don', to cover me, the civilian liability, yeah, fair, but I was planning on booking it back in the ensuing chaos, nuts. Right, he asked my name again, "Daphne."

"Sure thing Leo!" Next thing I know after Orange chirps that is the sound of a facepalm, ah, that sweet sound of exasperation. I see Blue grit his teeth, and Red poorly hold back a bark of laughter. Ah, I assume they were going for subtle and mysterious. They failed. Oh well.

I fished my phone from my hoodie pocket, 11 pm, oh good. I had time. I put my phone back and sat crosslegged on the ground, and propped my head up. Makes both less and more of a target, I'd wager, plus with all this cloak and dagger, haha, ninja b/s maybe I'll make my bus before they drive off and I have to find a hostel or something.

Again I find my mouth running off before my brain can process, "So... Come here often?" Of course I had to imbue as much sarcasm as I could, raising my voice so all four could hear me- probably not my best call, but I was tired and getting quite cranky. All but Blue were at least amused, Blue, eh, ya can't win 'em all. "So, eh, what are these pod people supposed to be anyway? Rejected robot clone Men In Black?"

I flinch as a silver robot with a smirking brain goes to reach for me, but man am I glad I took a a few years of various martial arts. With a spot of grace, and it beint close enough to use it's brain as a spring board, I do a back roll, and end up knocking into Purple on the get up. "Sorry man, didn't mean to, ugly over there caught me by surprise." He turns to see where I rolled from, and spots a KO'd 'droidy bastard. "That'd be ugly then?" Giving him a cheeky smirk, I humm, "Mmhm, that's him, warts and all!" I stretch, mutterjng to myself as I do, "Ah man, it's been a bit since I've done that..." The four of them by this point have have taken care of the robo-menaces, and Blue still looks extraordinarily unimpressed. Almost like what happened was my fault.

"What are you even doing out here so late? Most people aren't." My eye twitched, yeah, that was equal parts tiredness and irritation, "Like I said, New York buggers with my internal compass and I got turned around. I don't want to be a target for less-than-savoury people, so I learned a helpful tip, called look like you know what you're doing. I'm pretty fucking lost right know, so some help would be much appreciated. If you want incentive, I've got some artisan dark chocolate, and some low-sweetness white chocolate, that ok?"

Eventually, after 10 minutes of bickering, a bar of white chocolate lighter, I was able to get an 'escort'. Red who I found out was properly called Raphael, who was equal parts volunteered and voluntold to make sure I was able to see the bus shelter before buggering off. As I walked the last couple of blocks, an errant thought popped into my head. Raphael was classically an Archangel. There were classically, at least in bare-bones Christianity, four of them. Micheal, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel. That- oh boy, did that give me an idea if that lady was gonna try and make me change my beliefs and spirituality.

Plot twist, or maybe not, my favourite person in the world decided to sit rihht beside me. Again. For the long ride homewards. I think she took my silence as license to gab. Oh joy.

Putting on my most awed, touched by God face, from the shadows of my hood, and the most dreamy voice I can manage I put my plan into being.

I flip my hood down, and turn to face her a little bit more, "You know," I cut her off mid-I'll-be-damned-if-I-don't-convert speech, "I think I was visited by the Archangels, you see, I got a little turned around, and I think they guided me back safely." She was gaping like a fish, "One of them even spoke to me," I continued blithely, "He introduced himself as Raphael. That's after they scared off a group of muggers." She looked like I slapped her with a particularly slimy fish, "I-I, bwuh?" Eloquent, lady, very eloquent. "They were so kind and helpful, I can't believe they appeared to this sinful daughter..." After a beat or two, "Miss are you okay?" The fanatical lady was still a bit BSoD, which was a-ok by me, so I flipped my hood back up, and went back to trying to sleep.

I didn't think much of the whole incident for a while, until my friend flipped me a vid of a radical upstate New York lady losing her shit upon being interviewed by a televangelist. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry. She was talking about me.

Not quite in so many words, of course, since she wasn't there for what actually happened, but she flipped out when the 'pastor' questioned the validity of her, by extension, my story, through my phone speakers I could hear the question being asked, 'how do you know she was sober?' and the lady just loosing it. I wheezed. What?

#lilac writes #tmnt 2012 #angelology #ofc - centric #humour #goofy #it's kinda funny #it's kinda weird #i kinda like it #all the shenanigans

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bearfeathers · 7 years ago

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3 - Merlahad (Hogwarts AU)

Read on AO3: (http://archiveofourown.org/works/13374006/chapters/30696594)

Students are not to be out of bed after curfew.

Students aren’t to imbibe smuggled fire whiskey either, but it’s hardly stopping the two of them.

Sitting on the floor on the roof of the Astronomy Tower, backs pressed to the stone ramparts, Harry and Merlin sit side by side gazing up at the stars. The bottle passes back and forth between them, the burn of the alcohol giving Merlin a pleasantly warm feeling despite the chill.

“You have a vicious streak when you’re using that invisibility spell, you know,” Harry says with some amusement. “I thought Filch was about to soil himself.”

His head is tipped back against the stone wall, his hair loosed from its usually neat hold and falling in soft auburn waves. A healthy blush has risen to his cheeks and his warm brown eyes gaze back at Merlin lazily. It’s a good look on him, in Merlin’s opinion.

“It’s not as though he didn’t have it coming,” Merlin snorts. He presses the bottle to his lips, tips it back and drinks deeply. He’s just this side of drunk where he’s warm and fuzzy and giggly and he decides it’s a good place to be. “He tripped James with his mop last week, remember?”

Harry snorts as he laughs, accepting the bottle back. “It was rather funny, though. You have to admit that.”

“Aye it was that,” Merlin agrees. “But he still had to be avenged.”

“That he did,” Harry says, setting the bottle down.

Merlin watches him rise unsteadily to his feet before he holds a hand out to the seventh year Ravenclaw. He takes it, letting Harry pull him up. They stumble around briefly, clinging to each other and giggling like children as they try to regain their balance. When at last they do, the two of them prop themselves up by their elbows as they lean on the ramparts and look out upon the school grounds. Harry shifts, resting his head on Merlin’s shoulder with a contented sigh.

How long it took them to reach this point… And they’ve still got so many years ahead of them. He turns his head just enough to rest his cheek atop Harry’s head. Merlin inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of Harry’s shampoo. It’s warm and familiar, something spicy but clean that makes him feel immediately at home.

“Shame we’ll be graduating this year,” Merlin remarks.

“Mmmmmm,” Harry hums in agreement. “I think we’ll all miss it. But think of all the things waiting for us.”

The things waiting for them. It doesn’t have the reassuring ring that Harry likely meant for it to have. Merlin wouldn’t have anywhere to go home to and no one waiting for him. Now that he’s aged out of the system and since he has no family, the thought of leaving Hogwarts fills him with more than just sadness.

“You don’t agree,” Harry mumbles.

“No, it’s not that, exactly… Just… I don’t want this to end,” Merlin replies. “I like it here. I like what we have here.”

“So do I, but…” Harry says, his sentence petering out. “Can I ask you something?”

“You know you can.”

Harry tries to wiggle even closer, but is met with limited success since the two of them are already pressed to each other’s sides.

“I was thinking, once we graduate… I want to get a place together,” Harry tells him. “Well… I mean once we have jobs. We may need to stay with my parents for a while… maybe the summer… Or a year… Hopefully not a year, but you can never rely on the job market to be steady and—”

“Yes,” Merlin blurts.

“Huh?” Harry slurs. (Though to Merlin it sounds more like a befuddled ‘Bwuh?’)

“Getting a place and… and the rest,” Merlin says.

“Oh… Really?” Harry asks.

“Really,” Merlin answers. “I can’t think of anything I’d want more.”

Harry lifts his head, looking into Merlin’s eyes as though he wished to etch the moment permanently into his memory. “I can’t either.”

Merlin doesn’t let the moment go to waste. He leans in, catching the Gryffindor boy in a kiss. It’s perhaps a bit sloppier than usual—they really had drunk a little too much, he thinks—but right then and there it’s perfect. The slide of Harry’s tongue on his, perfectly pink lips pressed against his own, the occasional drag of teeth… It’s perfect. It’s always perfect.

He doesn’t realize straight away that he’s a bit more enthusiastic than he’d meant to be. Harry is bowed backwards, his back curved in a lovely arc on the top of the stone ramparts. Even then, the realization only excites him further. Harry’s hands are fisted in his jumper, as though he could somehow drag Merlin close enough to meld the two of them together. Merlin’s hands had rested on his partner’s slim waist but now come alive and travel upward, rucking up Harry’s pajama top and gliding across bare skin.

Harry practically purrs at the attention, nibbling at the Ravenclaw’s lower lip and hooking a leg around his waist. And that’s the moment Merlin seems to come to his senses. Alcohol really does alter one’s perception; here he’d been moments away from pressing Harry into the stone barriers and taking him right then and there. They needed to slow down, calm down.

“I think,” Merlin says, pulling back and catching his breath, “perhaps we ought to go back.”

“But Merlin…” Harry whines.

Admittedly, Merlin does feel a tad bit guilty. He’d wound his boyfriend up something proper.

“I know, but we can’t here,” Merlin says. “Andwe’ve been up here a rather long time anyway.”

“I’ll die,” Harry says very seriously.

“You will not die,” Merlin laughs.

“I will. I will absolutely die if you don’t follow through with this,” Harry declares, sighing dramatically. “You have to take responsibility.”

Merlin smiles as he pulls Harry upright and away from the barriers. “Tomorrow. I promise. We’ll meet in the Room of Requirement after potions.”

“Tomorrow is so far away…”

“Harry, you’re drunk.”

“So are you, if you haven’t noticed.”

“Mm. All the more reason to wait until tomorrow.”

Harry grumbles all the way back down the stairs. Parting to go to their separate dormitories is always difficult, but as Merlin settles back into bed, it’s with the reminder that it won’t be forever. After school, Harry wants them to live together. The two of them. And one bed. Their bed.

Graduation suddenly doesn’t seem so bad.

#kingsman #merlahad #galahad (kingsman)#harry hart #merlin (kingsman)#kingsman fic #my fic #lywinis

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A Shift in Fate - Part 3;

Back again with some more crossover. As always, this is co-written by Voltra, creator of @ut-storyshift, and this time we have probably two of the most anticipated characters appearing. Fun stuff! Characters: IF Frisk, Sans, Papyrus, Flowey; Storyshift Chara, Asriel, Papyrus Rating: PG Summary: Upon venturing from the Ruins, Frisk stumbles upon another human! A very mysterious human with cool teleportation powers, and their adorable goat sibling. Little do they realize, they’re not alone. If you’re new to the crossover, here are part 1 and part 2 respectively!

It doesn't take long for the Caretaker to make his way to the bake sale. He's been here long enough to memorize every room. He even helped them set up way back when the Ruins were still being carved out, forming a strong friendship in the process. Along the way he glances back at his younger other.

"HOW ARE YOU HOLDING UP?"

"I'M GREAT, AS ALWAYS! THOUGH... WELL, I DO HOPE THE HUMAN WILL BE ALL RIGHT IN OUR ABSENCE." Science Pap can't help but peek over his shoulder, as if the kid will turn up at any moment. "THOUGH I SUPPOSE WITH SANS THERE, IT ISN'T AN IMMEDIATE CONCERN..." This spider bake sale. Hm! Well, he'll poke his head inside, see what the fuss is about. "COME TO THINK OF IT, I REMEMBER HEARING ABOUT A SPIDER BAKESALE IN HOTLAND AS WELL."

"IF THEY ARE ANYTHING LIKE THE SAME HUMAN I SAW EARLIER, THEN THEY WILL BE FINE." Popyrus says this pretty confidently. That human has made it to Hotland after all, they are practically almost out! "I BELIEVE THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT ANOTHER STAND BEING SET UP NEAR NEW HOME TO GET NEW CUSTOMERS." Speaking of the spiders, he pokes one of their webs gently. "EXCUSE ME, THE DOOR TO SNOWDIN WILL BE OPEN FOR A MINUTE SOON. LETTING EVERYONE KNOW SO THEY CAN BUNDLE UP."

"WAIT! I HAVE AN IDEA." And, not wasting a moment, the more scientifically inclined skeleton whips out a small glass dome... with rainbow flames burning inside. "WHILE WE EMBARK INTO SNOWDIN'S FRIGID CLIMATE, THIS FIREGLOBE WILL PROVIDE YOU WITH THE WARMTH NECESSARY TO FEND OFF UNWANTED COLD!"

The Caretaker's eye sockets widen. "DID YOU MAKE THIS? IT'S INCREDIBLE!"

A couple of spiders come down, look over the globe, shrug, then cling to it and take it up to their homes. It's odd but it looks like it will work.

"NYEH HEH HEH! WHY, THANK YOU! IT'S JUST ANOTHER ONE OF MY MANY SCIENTIFIC MARVELS, CAREFULLY CRAFTED BASED ON ADVANCED COOLCULATIONS." He winks. "WHICH, BY THE WAY, IS PATENTED BY YOURS TRULY." x.x.x Meanwhile, Frisk has opted to venture their way downstairs. Sure, they should probably wait for Pap, but curiosity's nabbed them by the chest. They, of course, left a note for the Papyruses on the main floor, just by the stairway. However, while that's perfectly sound for Frisk, it's less so for Sans.

Though for now, he follows silently as Frisk ventures down a long corridor, then another, drawing closer and closer to Snowdin's chilling wilderness. As they return outdoors, they become all the more grateful for their winter duds.

The familiar cold nips at their face. Strange how it looks like almost nothing has changed. Well, there's no paper covering the camera in the bush here. Nothing to worry about then?

Someone at the end of the hall is on high alert. A door that has never opened is now open? Maybe this time he actually...

Shortcuts are faster than feet. They have to be sure. A blur of green appears before Frisk. Neither person sees who they were expecting.

"Huh? How did you come out of the Ruins again? Or rather, how did you get in again?"

Frisk nearly jumps as the figure appears. Their eyes pop wide open, and for a moment, they stare.

* ...What?

* No.

* This is...

* They're...

A familiar voice, but the human's lips didn't move. So what's going on? What does this MEAN? Frisk doesn't mean to, but they continue staring for a few moments, until it dawns on them that a) this is probably a bit rude, and b) they probably look like an idiot.

Well. There's one way to recover from this, and so they straighten their hat, clear their throat, and crack a smile. This kid said something about the Ruins, right? They didn't pick up on the specifics, but uh...

"Because I'd be ruined without you."

Somewhere under the ground, Flowey is trying to repress a scream. Is this seriously happening? That voice. He knows that voice, but he can’t come out and see them. Too risky. What if the Trashbag followed them? Can he really risk being caught like this? But if his suspicions are true…

And of course the kid had to make a cheesy pickup to top it all off!

The hooded human snorts. Okay, that was a good one. "Well aren't you a cha-" They freeze up and their eyes widen, maybe even more so than Frisk's were before. What was supposed to be a two syllable 'charmer' is now a soft 'aaaaaa' before they give themselves a smack on the side of the mouth. THAT will need some explaining. But first things first. "Aren't you, uh, supposed to be in Hotland? I saw you on the last broadcast and you weren't wearing those nice looking snow clothes."

Oh, hey. They liked the pickup? Frisk heaves a small sigh of relief, then promptly proceeds to straighten their hat a bit. Or start to, anyway, but when Hotland comes up, their smile falters for a split-second. Boy, this is gonna happen a lot, isn't it?

"Uh, funny story. See, I'm kinda... from a parallel dimension."

Silence falls onto the pair. The hooded human seems torn between laughing and staying frozen. They glance around Frisk, as if looking for some sort of prank crew to come around and tell them they are on T.V. and just been duped. It never comes and their jaw slides back into a semi-confident smile.

"Okay. I suppose that would explain how you got all the way back here... what's your name?"

"Frisk." And it's there that a little laugh escapes them, and they rub the back of their neck. "Funny thing is, you're the first person that's asked." Which is odd. Did monsters just not care about names, or was it because they're human? A slight crease forms in their brow at that thought. There's another question at the tip of their tongue-- can this kid read minds? Are they telepathic?

Their own, weird head voice remains quiet. Eerily so.

All the while, a laugh escapes the hooded human, half out of feeling the tension lessen. "It took a while for my family to ask my name. They were busy with other stuff at the time." Like making sure they ate and were okay. But Frisk doesn't need to worry about that. They offer a red gloved hand. "Hello again, Frisk. My name is Chara."

So it's them. It's them. It really is Chara! There's a slight shifting in the soil. Very subtle. For now, Flowey remains tucked away. They don't wanna get ahead of themselves, even if a part of them most certainly does. An odd sort of paradox. However, while the name registers to one other in the vicinity, the lack of familiarity for Frisk prompts them to reach out and shake that hand without a second thought.

"Heh, well, nice to meet you... again?" And after a moment, Frisk can't help but wink. "Hope I made a good impression, even if it's not really the first." There. That's smooth. That's cool. Perfectly appropriate. Memorable. Maybe? Hopefully. Yeah.

"You did just fine." Man, that cool kid act is pretty transparent. Just like Rei. Speaking of, isn't he nearby? Yeah actually, they were touching up Chara's sentry station, aka doodling on it with some freshly fallen markers. "Come on, you can make another cool impression on my brother up ahead." Hand. Still holding hand. Well. This is nice but also a little awkward. ...maybe they can make this work. "Want to try going the fast way?"

"Yes." If that means getting to teleport? Absolutely. In fact, Frisk was gonna remove their hand until Chara brought that up. Are they supposed to keep holding on? Is there some kinda trick to it? How are they so relaxed? Why isn't FRISK relaxed? This was so much easier when they were surrounded by goofy skeletons and sassy flowers. "So, what do I gotta do?"

"Hold on." Chara pauses for a second. "Probably should close your eyes." Chara takes a step... and they are behind a cardboard wall filled with torn empty chocolate wrappers. The jolt wears off for Chara fast enough, but probably less so for their passenger.

"Welcome back, Chara! Everything okay?" chirps a voice on the other side of the wall.

"Yep, just had to pick someone up."

Bwuh. The sensation of being pulled from one place to the next leaves 'em frozen for a few seconds. It's not a huge shift from Papyrus' teleporters, but it takes a moment for their surroundings to set in, and when they do, Frisk can't help but notice the chocolate wrappings lying around. Weird. Is there more where that came from?

Well, there's no time to ask as a new voice chimes in. Perking up, Frisk tries taking a peek at this new stranger.

The snow's shifting even more fiercely than before. That voice. HIS voice. He knew this was coming. Flowey fully expected this.

That doesn't make it any easier to grasp.

A living, breathing Asriel. Chipper and cheerful and perfectly safe, totally unaware of the twisted fate his parallel double endured. Death due to his own pitiful pacifism. Revial as a soulless plant. All those RESETS, his losses and his victories… Haha. Ha. What would either of them think if they knew? Yet gain, the urge to rise from beneath the snowy soil rears its head, and yet again, Flowey represses that urge. He’ll just watch. He’ll listen. Spring up at just the right moment.

Frisk continues to remain unaware of his floral friend’s internal struggle, instead focusing on the fluffy stranger before them. If they’d met Asgore when he was younger, he might have looked like this. This monster is clearly still a kid, no horns have even grown out. Their rainbow bandanna stands out amongst the white snow with ease. It looks like they are doodling on the other side of the wall in marker right now. That stops as soon as he sees Frisk.

"Oh! It's you again! ...nice hat."

…Still, it’s a tiny Asgore. A tiny Asgore with an adorable bandanna and they're so fluffy. And those floppy ears. Maybe it's due to Frisk's soft spot for cute critters, maybe it's because this goat isn't a big, manly beefcake, but they let out an "Aw" on pure impulse.

Except...

Briefly, their face pales. A shiver races down their spine. For a moment, the little goat seems to stretch. The surroundings blur. Horns, spikes, wings, wicked laughter, and an endless sea of black. They're sinking into the snow as if it's quicksand. They can't escape, they can't—

As soon as they blink, it's gone. The image fades rapidly, a blur. Was it even there at all? Awkward laughter escapes them, and they flash a big smile.

"Thanks, but it's nowhere near as COOL as that bandanna." There. Nailed it.

The minor freak out does get an odd look from both siblings, but Asriel quickly forgets it in swelling with pride. "I-I'm glad you noticed!" He adjusts the colorful garment with a slightly forced smile. Act cool, act cool!

Chara soon cuts in. "So Asriel, this is another version of the same human we saw before."

"Pfft!" Asriel covers his muzzle in disbelief. "Nice joke, Chara."

"I'm not joking, Rei."

The goat-like monster whines. "Stop calling me that in front of the newcomer..."

Frisk has to bite their lip for a moment. Oh god, they can already SEE a pun coming, but they gotta resist. Can't do too many at once, or it might look like a gimmick. And they don't wanna be too cheap or irritating around this cool human and their adorable, goat sibling. Still, the antics bring some more genuine laughter in the aftermath of... whatever that was, and they welcome this change of focus.

"No, I'm literally from a parallel dimension where Asgore lives in the Ruins and Papyrus is a great big nerd." For a moment, they glance back toward the direction they came. "It'd be easier to prove if he was HERE, but I'm pretty sure he's still in the Ruins with his double... and Sans, I guess?"

Boy, this is gonna be a lot to explain, isn't it?

"Why would Dad be in the Ruins?"

"You know Papyrus!?" Both siblings speak at once, one clearly more shocked than the other. Asriel seems skeptical and confused, but at least not laughing at the idea.

"Do I know him? He's practically been glued to me since we met up... right here, actually." In fact, just for fun, Frisk straightens their posture, clears their throat, puffs out their chest, and does their best Pap impression. "BUT PERHAPS THAT'S A RESULT OF HIS MAGNETIC PERSONALITY!"

Oh god. Sans can't help but chuckle at that, though he at least tries to muffle it with his mitten. Gotta stay incognito for now, while Frisk carries on.

"He's... also kinda an inventor, I guess? He's made working teleporters and invisibility machines, so." They shrug. He's a bit eccentric, but that's not a bad thing.

"That sounds really cool," Asriel admits. A lot of detail for something that could be made up. Maybe it's real after all?

Chara inwardly is thankful that Frisk is focused more on Asriel right now. Shock is still written all over their face and a gloved hand has the duty of covering up a massively growing smile.

"Yep! In fact, I got a little something..." They dig through their pockets, whipping out that oh so pretty fireglobe. "Right here! Scientifically enhanced fire. Pretty sweet, right?" They hold it out for Asriel to get a closer look, but oh. Don't think they've forgotten you, Chara. The expression lights up a light bulb in their head, and they look away from Rei for a moment. "And y'know, I'd be happy to introduce you myself."

Both siblings' eyes light up. The fireglobe is definitely a factor, but the extra sparkle in Chara's eyes hints at another reason.

"Thank you." They murmur under their breath.

"No prob." Though Frisk's smile takes a turn for the sheepish. "Just, uh. As a heads up, Papyrus might try to... well. Protect you. A lot." Heh. Now, that'd be something. "But since you've got cool powers, I doubt you need too much help."

Chara smiles softly. What they don't know... "The extra help is always appreciated."

Asriel is still mesmerized by the fireglobe. He reaches out, but hesitates about touching the globe itself. "It doesn't burn, does it?"

Frisk was about to comment, but another voice cuts in before they get the chance.

"only if ya break the glass."

And it's here that Sans finally steps out from behind the trees, hands in his pockets and his lazy smile as present as ever. His eyes fall on Chara, though he makes no sudden moves, opting to watch and see how the kids take his appearance.

Asriel returns to confusion land at the sight of the unfamiliar skeleton. Chara on the other hand bows their head. "Good to see you again, your highness."

Asriel's head whips to the side so fast that his ears smack his face. "Wha- that's the King!?"

"He is in our world but I don't think he'd be so far from his castle."

Asriel turns back to Sans with a look of awe on his face. "It's nice to meet you!"

Sans can't help but snort at the comment. "wow. a king. dunno about you, but i think that'd be a ROYAL pain. i mean, who wants to put up with that much responsibility?" He shrugs shis shoulders and holds up his palms in a nonthreatening gesture. "nah, think i'm pretty cozy as guard captain number two."

Crunch, crunch, he finally steps forward. "so. another human. that's new."

"New AND cool," Frisk adds. "I mean, they've got teleportation powers." And they're kinda cute, but that goes unsaid. "...Actually, I didn't even know humans could HAVE powers." That's a lie. They have their RESETS after all.

But, well. Should they mention it to Chara? Maybe when they're alone.

'That sounds like they mean the opposite. Looks like there's another demon in town.' Chara blushes a little bit at all the lies Frisk keeps throwing out and tugs at the side of their hood.

"Chara's been here for a while actually. About three years now, right?" Asriel looks at Chara for confirmation.

"Just about, give or take a month."

"...And you're safe? Nobody's given you a hard time?" There's a hint of disbelief to Frisk's voice, and they turn to Sans, who at first stays silent. That's, uh. Interesting. Very interesting.

Ultimately, he shrugs. "different timelines, different rules. besides, if they're livin' in snowdin, i doubt there's much to worry about."

"And if there was any problems, they'd have to take it up with Mom!" Rei says with a flourish.

"She's really protective of me, for obvious reasons." Chara on the other hand seems a bit embarrassed over this fact.

"heh. that's tori for ya." There's a subdued chuckle from Sans, almost wistful. "sounds like you're in good hands, then. but, uh— what's her status? can't be queen..." So where's she fit into the picture? So much has changed that it's hard to draw any direct connections with the placements. Two siblings in Snowdin... so does that make them an analog to him and Pap? But neither kid looks like a scientist or vice captain.

Weird.

Frisk, however, can't help but note, "She'd probably get along great with Papyrus, then. But if we put 'em in the same room..." Well. That'd be some intense coddling, huh?

"eh, i'm sure we'll find out soon enough. i mean, she's probably... chilling in town, right?" Sans winks, fully aware of his bad joke but not particularly upset about it.

Asriel beats Chara to the punch on this. "Actually she's probably still patrolling in Waterfall. Has to make sure all the kids there are in school."

"Yeah," Chara gives a slightly annoyed look at being cut off. "Captain's duties."

Oh god. That comment makes Sans' smile grow by a hair. "yeah, that sounds like somethin' she'd do." If she were captain, and if she weren't so... disheartened. Though that goes unsaid. No way is he gonna be a downer at a time like this. "so your mom's out in waterfall... that mean you two are on your own?" Kinda young for that, but one of them IS a human. A human who, in another timeline, made some... questionable choices.

For now, he'll keep cool. No point in making assumptions when the kids seem... pretty normal as far as kids go.

"Man, that's some family," says Frisk, somewhat wistful. But a few dots are beginning to connect. Asgore is their dad, but he's in Hotland. Their mom is Toriel, the queen... now captain? Which means Asgore and Toriel... which means...

* Yes. * That's exactly what it means.

"Heheh..." They rub their neck, head ducked slightly. "So... What do you guys do for fun?" That seems like a good distraction from potentially confusing thoughts. This is a lot to take in, but it'd be nice to just... let loose for a while. Goof off with some kids their age.

While all this is going on, a certain scientific skeleton has just finished dashing through the house, and, "THEY'RE GONE!" Huffing, he stops, turning to his handsome double before bolting out the door and into the snow. "...I BLAME SANS." A thorough lock up of the house ensues, but it’s not long before both skeletons dash out of the Ruins and into the snow. Once they step outside, Science Pap takes a cursory look around. "HMM... YOU DON'T THINK THEY'VE ALREADY MADE IT TO TOWN, HAVE YOU? I SWEAR, IF SANS TOOK THEM TO GRILLBY'S BEHIND MY BACK..." Sighing, he looks to his double. "WELL, IT'S A GOOD THING WE'RE BOTH TALL, LONG-LEGGED, AND WITTY!" Clearly, their combined genius will solve this conundrum! "TO BE HONEST," says the older skeleton while looking back at the other side of the Ruins door. "I HAVEN'T BEEN TO SNOWDIN SINCE I FIRST CAME HERE. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE LAYOUT IS LIKE. BUT IF I HAD TO GUESS, THEY HAVE TO BE NEARBY." And perhaps... they will be here?

Further ahead, the conversation continues. "Yeah, we're on our own most of the time." Chara replies, glancing down at the ground. No kids like to be interrogated. And that's what it sure feels like.

"We play Humans and Monsters mostly. Want to join us?" Asriel looks over at Frisk with hopeful eyes. Another person to play with? Please?

Frisk briefly looks to Sans, brow raised and frowning faintly. "Maybe you should cool it with the questions." But, onto brighter news, they shoot Asriel a grin. "And, hey, I'm down for that! Truth is, I could use a break from all the, er... Well, the point is, it'd be nice to actually-"

But before they can finish, there's a loud gasp and an even louder voice. "HUMAN!!!" And in comes a certain scientific skeleton, bolting through the snow and straight toward his friend and brother... before promptly stopping because, oh. Hi. Tiny goat person and human clone? "I MEAN... HUMANS? WOWIE, I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS!"

Asriel is shocked at the newcomer, but something about that voice made him look at Chara.

That voice. Could it really be? Chara is still as a stone and filled with hope.

"HOLD ON, I'M COMING ALONG!!" There. That's him. There's no doubt about it. Chara takes off towards the voice.

The human is coming closer! Well, one of them, anyway. Granted, Frisk soon trails after, while Sans watches with caution. He can't act rash, but a Chara running this close to his bro. Bros? Well, to Papyruses, anyway... What's gonna happen? This is kinda a big deal.

The science Papyrus offers Chara a friendly wave. "GREETINGS, NEW HUMAN! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS... AS IS HE." He gestures to his double.

Chara darts past Science Papyrus. No offense, just some things have to come first.

Caretaker Pap seems surprised at the child that just clung to his legs and wobbles off balance for a moment. He looks down at the human for a few seconds before asking.

"CHARA? IS THAT YOU?" The child nods into his robes, shaking softly. He gives a big smile and kneels down, petting the sniffling child reassuringly. "I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU TOO."

Sans remains still, but his eyes are glued to Chara. He's watching, not even blinking. That's awfully close to a version of his bro. It'd be so easy to take advantage of his lowered guard. One good hit... A human could do it. Easy.

Flowey, while unseen is listening intently. Bad enough that a version of his old self is around. Bad enough that he has to hide while CHARA is there. This Chara is... strangely close to Papyrus, but why? How? What does it MEAN? Sure, Papyrus is amusing and interesting and eccentric, but why isn't it ASRIEL who's...?

Finally, Frisk moves in, not too close so not to interrupt, but. "Hey. You okay, Chara?" The crying sure comes as a surprise. "C-CHARA...?" Science Papyrus' eye sockets nearly double in size. Wasn't that the child who...? But they look so happy. So sincere! And far be it from him to cast judgment on a human he's just met. Still, squinting, he assesses them, trying to read their LOVE and EXP levels.

1 LOVE, 0 EXP. The child picked up into the Caretaker's arms hasn't hurt anyone. Said child is also clinging to the skeleton and trying their damnest to hide their face from the others.

"I-I'm fine. J-just really happy." Chara rubs their face with a glove and smiles back at Frisk with a mostly clean face. Asriel overcame his case of double takes and now steps forward with a crunch of the snow.

"...Good. Just wanted to make sure, y'know?" So, happy tears. That's definitely a good thing, though Frisk will have to ask about Papyrus later. Such a tearful greeting must carry some history behind it. Is this Papyrus to Chara what their Papyrus is to them? Well, the crunching of snow pulls their mind from such thoughts at the moment, and Frisk steps aside to give Asriel room to move closer.

Except upon spotting him, Science Papyrus lets out a tremendous gasp. "OH. MY. GOD!!!!" He points, eye sockets all buggy. "IT'S A TINY TORIEL! HELLO, YOUR... MAJESTY? HIGHNESS? I ALWAYS GET THOSE TWO MIXED UP!"

"Tor- I'm not my mommie!!" Asriel blurts out without meaning. It takes a moment for him to catch the embarrassing name and settles for covering his face in hands and ear to hide the blush.

"HELLO TO YOU TOO, ASRIEL!" Caretaker Papyrus calls out as he approaches the group.

"Hello, mister skeleton..." The blushing goat mumbles.

"AS... OH. OH!!!" If possible, the scientist Papyrus' eye's get even buggier. "THEN YOU, TINY HUMAN... BUT YOU'RE VERY MUCH ALIVE... BUT THEN, THIS *IS* ANOTHER TIMELINE. WOWIE! THIS IS BOTH CONFUSING AND CAPTIVATING AT THE SAME TIME!!!"

"eh." Sans shrugs. "infinite outcomes, y'know? but man, talk about a huge crowd..." He glances around the group, his smiling face unreadable. "so. what's the plan? personally, i could go for some burg right about now."

Asriel picks up on something very odd about what Papyrus said. Will definitely have to ask about that later. "Hey!" Chara half squeaks. No, it's not because they were crying. "How about we head into town? No point talking in the middle of the snow forever."

"IT WOULD BE NICE TO SEE HOW MUCH HAS CHANGED SINCE I LEFT AS WELL," Popyrus adds.

"Sounds pretty... cool to me." Frisk cracks a grin, lifting their chin and trying to play it cool again. Please enjoy their sense of humor, cool human.

The science Papyrus' eye socket twitches a little, and he looks like he's trying to hide a smile. Sans, in the mean time, chuckles.

"so... anyone up for a shortcut?"

"Yeah, sounds great." Chara somewhat reluctantly lets themselves down out of Caretaker Pap's arms. "All the other guards should be back at Grillby's at this time."

"You can do shortcuts too Ki- Mister Sans?" It was a quick catch before Asriel corrects himself.

Frisk gulps. Other guards? That's... a little foreboding, though they try to hide their unease with a slightly twitchy smile.

And Sans responds with a nod. "yup, it's kinda my thing." And he motions for the others to come closer. Somewhat reluctantly, his brother obliges. "all right, so... sounds like at least a few of us are used to shortcuts by now. those that aren't, it might tingle a little."

'Kinda your thing, huh?' Something about that strikes Chara as odd. As does Frisk's attempt at hiding their unease about... something. Chara doesn't know what. But they do know what could help out. Chara walks over to Frisk, takes their hand, and-

They aren't there anymore.

"Wha- Chara!! You left me behind!!!" Cries out the small goat.

"HUMAN!" Papyrus tries reaching out for them, but nope. They're too fast. Curses!

"...welp." Shaking his head, Sans plods closer to the little goat and plops a hand on his shoulder. "all right, then. bro, bro, kiddo... looks like we'll be making the jump as a group."

He gives the elder Papyrus a chance to come closer-- just in case this whole thing's disorienting. Once they're all ready, he'll make the jump. To Be Continued

#undertale #storyshift #inverted fate #chara #asriel #frisk #papyrus #sans #flowey #crossover times

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