#domino notebook

[dominoblues]

It happened only once. A slip of the tongue in a moment of fatigue, which Mokuba quickly corrected addressing Seto the proper way.

"Sorry", he swiftly muttered, his cheeks tinged with red.

They never talked about it again. Mokuba simply turned around, still embarassed, and Seto pretended he didn't hear him. He finished pouring his coffee in the tumbler, his back still turned.

He pretended.

He couldn't hide the heart racing in his chest, the tiny drop of pride and the sudden surge of tenderness. But he restrained himself. Instead, he reached out with the hand that wasn't holding his coffee tumbler, ruffled Mokuba's hair while passing through and walked out of the room.

Seto was sure there were very few things in the world that could make him happier than being called 'dad'.

[captin-azoth]

IIII HAVE BRAINROT~

Doot da doot DOOT DOOT

I HAAAVE BRAINROT~

BA BAM

[dripping-moonlight]

Honey, if you stay I'll be forgiven

[cipher-fresh]

Me again. Odd question. How much experience do you have with board games? I dont have much. I tried playing chess once but I gave up. I stopped playing battleships in after some asshole cheated against me and then gaslight my entire class into thinking I was the one cheating (I'm still furious about that). I played draughts a couple of times in France before I stopped. I guess they aren't really my sort of things. The less said of tabletop gaming, the better. What about you?

I’ve played Monopoly and Snakes and Ladders and stuff but not a whole lot else? It’s not the exact same but I’ve done a bunch of Mexican Train with my family which I always enjoy.

[i-cant-sing]

TIME TRAVELER AU PT 2

Original post/idea here. Part 1 is here. Part 3 is here.

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I fucked up.

You thought as you sat on the bed, holding your head in your hands.

I fucked up so baaaaaad.

Not only have you healed Baldwin of his leprosy, forever changing history of the LEPER KING, but also managed to somehow be his bride. To make matters EVEN worse, you cant just up and leave right now because you dont know the disastrous effects it'll have on the future now that Baldwin wont die of leprosy, which means that the kingdom of Jerusalem wont fall to Salauddin and his muslim army and after that its just a domino effect.

You tried to view your options here.

I stay here, marry Baldwin and fuck up the fabric of time and space because how can someone from the future marry someone from the past? Wouldnt I cease to exist?

I leave, return to my time where authorities arrest me for fucking around with time- that is, if I even exist in the future now that I've altered history. Who knows if my ancestors survived/were born after this?

No. Neither option is good. I need to stay here and fix this. But in a way that i dont draw too much attention to myself so that im so insignificant that nobody remembers, let alone writes about me in the history books.

You were drawn out of your thoughts with someone knocking on your door. "Come in." You said, straightening yourself.

A couple of servants walked in, all women. "Princess Y/n." They all courtesied. "We've been sent here by his majesty to prepare you for dinner with him."

Princess? Ah yes. Only a couple of hours ago, Baldwin had proposed to you, I guess the concept of asking wasnt a thing here as he just slipped on the big beautiful ring on your finger.

You narrowed your eyes at them. "First of all, Im not a princess. You will address me as Y/n only. And secondly, Im not going to join him for dinner, so there's no need to prepare me" The maids all shared a look of confusion before the head servant spoke.

"But we cant address you as anything else until you wed the king, after which you will be our queen, princess."

"Didnt I just tell you not to call me princess? Just call me Y/n!" The head maid shook her head. "Princess, we can not do that. If we do, then we would be punished. And we must prepare you for dinner with his majesty!" The maids moved ahead to start helping you but you raised a hand, halting them.

"I said, no." You said sternly.

"What... what will we tell the king, princess? He's expecting you-"

"Tell him i cant come because Im sic- no, Im not feeling well and Id like to be alone." You cant say "sick" in this era, because that means "death sentence" here and you dont want to be fretted over and bring attention to yourself as "the king's fiancee got SICK!". Besides, you do need to be away from Baldwin as much as possible and have some time to plot your moves.

-

You had pulled out your notebook and began writing out dates and historic events of this era to plan your escape. You're trying to find some sort of shortcut where Baldwin gets sick again and dies, leaving his kingdom in the hands of his sister and brother in law, who will bring its downfall-

Someone knocked on your door gently. "Princess?" You quickly hid your notebook. "Come in."

Baldwin walked inside and towards you, eyes worried as they scanned you up and down.

"I heard you're not feeling well?" He asked and before you had a chance to back away, he had cupped your cheeks in his hands tenderly. "What's wrong? Shall I fetch the royal physician?"

"No." You replied with your face smushed in his hands. "I'm fine." You pulled your face away his large hands.

Confusion spread through his blue orbs. "Then why did you not join me for dinner?" He asked, using a hand to push your hair over your ear, not taking the hint that you didn't want him touching you.

"I just-" what possible excuse could you come up with that would be both effective and not insulting enough to have your head chopped off. "you- you dont care about me."

Baldwin looked at you in bewilderment. "I dont... care about you? Princess, how can you say that?" He tried to cup your cheek again but you backed away before he could, putting on a face of hurt.

"How can I not? You dont care about what I want, or even ask me what I need?" You feingned pain in your voice, turning away from him for dramatic effect.

He grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards him, his pupils grew wide as if trying to search for what it is that you need. "My love, what do you want? Just say the word, and I'll give it to you."

You looked down, again for the theatrics, and Baldwin lifted your chin. "Go on."

"You never- never asked me to marry you."

"Huh? But I did today-"

"No, you stated it- demanded I marry you." You furrowed your brows and looked down again.

Baldwin smiled. Of course, how could he have not asked you? You were a girl after all, you want to be courted the traditional way. Its not your fault that you dont know that kings do not ask permission for things. They just get it, because who would refuse to marry a king?

He kissed your forehead, lifting your chin again to meet his eyes. "Im sorry, princess. I shouldve asked." He took your hands in his and had that charming smile again. "Will you marry me, Y/n?"

"No." You shook your head. "I... I cant marry you, your majesty." You said, adding tears into your eyes. His brows furrowed in concern.

"What? Why?" You tried pulling your hands away but he didnt let go, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

"I-" well, you could say that youre not catholic and the church would never let you two get married, but you also dont wanna be tortured for being a "heretic". Maybe religious differences could be the last plan. Taking your silence as hesitance, Baldwin spoke. "I can offer you everything and more. Jerusalem would be yours. What is it that I lack that anyone else could offer?"

"I am not a good match for you!" Ah yes, lets do the typical "its not you, its me." You bit your lip as you yanked your hands out of his and walked towards the window, your back to him (theatrics). "You and I are not equals- no we are nowhere close! Youre a king, your father was a king, your family is royalty. I come from nothing, as did my ancestors. There will never be stability in our marriage when we come from such different backgrounds!" You never thought that you would be putting yourself down and call yourself "inferior" to break up with a man.

Silence hung in the air, as you held your breath.

"Youre right." You heard him say behind you. "We are not equals, we never will be." For some reason, instead of being relieved, a chill ran down your spine. Baldwin wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. "I may be a king, but youre far superior to me. You're an angel, sent to me by God, and you saved me. I wouldnt be king anymore if you werent here, princess."

Warmth spread from your cheeks to the tip of your ears, both due to the close proximity and his words. Sensing your bashfulness, he chuckled, kissing your cheek as he turned you around to face him. You could hear your own heart beat at how close he was.

Baldwin tilted his head, half lidded eyes staring at you. "Youre everything and more that I could ask for, princess. Never put yourself down and compare yourself to me, hm?" He said, giving your arms a gentle squeeze before moving away, but not detaching himself completely as he took ahold of your hand and looked back at you.

"Now that this is settled, let us go eat. I've had the servants prepare a feast for us and then we can discuss wedding arrangements-" shit shit shit shit shit fuck it!

"I'm not catholic!" Baldwin halted at that. You've already said it, might as well dig yourself a deeper hole. You let the tears form in your eyes. "Im... Muslim. I didnt tell you because I didnt want you to think I was working for Salauddin and spying on you for him, you know I wasnt! I really did only want to know about you. Please believe me, I wasnt-"

"I believe you."

What? Just like that.

"You- you believe me?" You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. Once again, Im sorry i didnt tell you I was a Muslim, but dont worry, I'll pack my things and leave tonight-"

"Why? We still have to get married."

You blinked slowly. "But... Im Muslim?"

Baldwin shrugged. "So? It doesnt change anything."

You looked at him in bafflement. "It does! It changes everything! We cant get married! Im a Muslim! The church wont allow interfaith marriages, and I dont intend on converting to catholicism either if thats what youre suggesting!"

"I am not suggesting that. You can be a muslim if you want to, but we're still getting married." Baldwin stated matter of factly.

"The church wont allow it-"

"The church will do as I say. I am the head of the church. Besides-" He smiled.

"I dont remember angels having to prove themselves to be a catholic. You saved my life, you cured my incurable disease. As far as the church is concerned, youre a miracle sent to me by God. Youre the Chosen One!"

Is he... is he hearing himself? Can you try to convince him?

"But... but Jerusalem deserves a Catholic Queen-" you tried weakly, but he cupped your cheek and smiled gently at you.

"I am Jerusalem, Y/n. And I deserve you." Was all he said before pecking your forehead.

He tugged you along with him. "Now, we have to eat."

You dont want to eat. You want to stay behind and think of another strategy because clearly you cant talk yourself out of this wedding.

"I'm- I'm not hungry." You said, making him frown.

"How is that possible? You havent had anything since morning. I dont want you getting sick before the wedding." Baldwin continued to pull you along.

Does he not listen?

"I dont want to eat- I- dont feel like it." You said a bit harshly this time, hoping he'd take the hint.

And he did, finally stopping. He sighed and let go of your hand. "Okay. I suppose if you really dont want to, we can skip dinner tonight." Fucking finally. "Its just... I seem to have developed a habit of enjoying meals with you. And now that my leprosy is cured and I have no more diet restrictions, I just- I had the kitchen prepare some of my favourite dishes that I was able to enjoy before my disease disabled me."

You stared at him. Is he- is he trying to guilt trip you? Baldwin once told you that due to leprosy he had ulcers in his mouth, and he couldnt eat different types of food, and was only able to have bland, soft goo.

You looked away from his big sad eyes. He's not getting to you. You need to go back to your room, make yourself scarce, be far away from him as often as possible.

"You can still go and eat dinner alone."

With one hand, he cupped your cheek. "Princess, you know I cant eat until you eat too. But its okay, if you dont want to eat, then I wont too. I guess I'll just have the servants finish the chicken roast and oh-! They even made strawberry cream cake for dessert. But- maybe another day."

You looked into his eyes, those blue orbs that were filled with sadness, resembling a kid who was just told "no candy!"

Sighing, you held his hand. "Maybe I can have a few bites."

His face lit up. Ah, he knew you'd come around. "Lets go!"

-

The next day, youre helped by the maids to get ready for the day. Apparently, Sibylla wanted to meet you and discuss some things, and you suspect she wants to talk about the wedding preprations.

The maids had prepared your bath and were very insistent on washing you themselves but you made them all leave the bath chambers. Finally, they compromised when you told them that they could dress you up if they wait outside.

Setting your old clothes on the bed, you entered the bathroom and settled into the warm water. The essential oils and flower petals soothed your mind and body, and you finally had some desperately needed silence to hear your own thoughts.

Last night at dinner, Baldwin was very- well, "happy" would be an understatement to how he felt near you. And all those forehead kisses and skin contact doesnt go unnoticed by you either. You suppose that since he had leprosy, he never really had or was allowed to touch anyone else. But now that hes cured, all thanks to your dumb ass, he craves the physical intimacy.

You closed your eyes as you sank deeper into the warm water. Gosh, did I really have to give him the water? Had I not done that, he would still be ridden with lepro-

Your eyes snapped open. Thats it. You just have to make sure he never drank your water in the first place! Yes! You can go back in time and sure, its always dangerous to go back in the same time period more than once, but you really dont have any other option now, do you?

After half an hour, you finally exited the bathroom and the maids practically ushered you to sit in the chair as they finally, FINALLY got to dress up the future queen of Jerusalem and after a whole hour, they're finally done. And... well you look good. Your hair has been done nicely, and a delicate golden headpiece, almost like a elegant hair band sits on top of your head. They added some color to your cheeks and lips with crushed berries. As for your clothes, they dressed you in a dark blue tunic with loose, flowing sleeves. The tunic itself was made of silk, probably brought in from the Byzantine empire and was only available to the upperclass of this time.

"I am not wearing those!" You said when they opened the jewellery boxes. There were diamonds and other precious stones adorning the earrings and necklaces.

"But princess, you must wear these. It is royal protocol for the king's bride to be, and the future queen to wear the royal jewels." The head maid said. She doesnt know that you dont plan on sticking around and if you leave wearing these jewels, who knows what havoc would that cause?

"No. I dont want to wear them."

The maids shared a look of concern. "What?" You asked them.

"Its just... his majesty picked these out for you himself. He would be mad at us if you were not wearing these." One of the younger servants spoke as she fumbled with her fingers. Through the mirror, you looked at everyone's worried expression. You doubt that someone as calm and collected as Baldwin would lose his marbles over his fiancee not wearing jewellery.

"I dont think the king would be mad at you if I dont wear some jewellery. He isnt one to get angry that easily, you know?" You said chuckling, but it died when you saw them share the same concerned looks again. This time, you turned away from the mirror to look at them directly. "What? Go on, no secrets."

Another maid mustered up the courage to mumble. "Well- it's just- the king- I mean- his majesty is calm but um-" she paused to look at the other maids for help but they all avoided eye contact. "Out with it." You said a bit sternly.

"His majesty... gets... emotional- yes, emotional! When it comes to matters concerning you."

"Emotional? What do you mean? Speak clearly, no word will get out of this room, I promise." You spoke all while glaring at the other maids to make them silently comply to not tattle on their friend.

The maid bit her lip. "His majesty... gets mad when he thinks that you're not being treated well." You gave her a look to continue. "A few weeks back, while you were strolling out in the garden, his majesty reprimanded some of his knights for not escorting you. He asked them why they weren't guarding you?"

A few weeks back? It may have made some sense for Baldwin to be protective of his bride to be, but you two weren't engaged until yesterday. And before that, his relationship with you was barely platonic, more like a king-servant thing.

"Tell her about the kitchen incident too." Another maid whispered.

"What kitchen incident?"

"Um, 2 months ago, when the kitchen had prepared a feast for his majesty, he almost fired the entire kitchen staff for serving olives with the entree." You gave them a quizzical look. "Well, his majesty had told them that you can't eat olives and had told them not to include it in the palace's food. But it was a feast to celebrate his victory and the staff thought it'd be best to add olives because the king likes them."

Your eyes widened at that. He almost fired the kitchen staff because you said you can't eat olives? I mean, it's not like you're deathly allergic, you just didn't like how tart they were and when Baldwin saw you picking them out on your plate, all you could manage to blurt out was that you can't eat them. Perhaps, he thought you had diet restrictions like him.

You huffed. That still didnt warrant such a reaction from him. "That isn't nice. Don't worry, I'll talk to him."

The maid looked at you in horror. "No! I mean, his majesty would not like that we- um..." she tried to come up with appropriate words that wouldn't be insulting. Her scrunched up face as she thought hard made you giggle.

"Fine, fine. I won't say anything to him. You have my word." You said, smiling at them assuringly.

The head maid then held out the pearl necklace to you. You sighed and nodded, and they all cheered as they started picking out the jewels for you.

Its okay. You told yourself. I can always drop them somewhere before time travelling.

-

As soon as you were dressed, one of Sibylla's lady-in-waiting came to fetch you. She hurried you, saying something along the lines of "you must see princess Sibylla right away!" And you couldn't stop her from pulling you along, so time travelling will have to wait.

"Princess Sibylla needs to see you right away, princess!" The maid said as she pulled you towards a room. Knocking on it, the door swung open and you were met with the sight of different gowns hanging on dummies with maids tending to them, and right in the center of the room was Sibylla, practically jumping on her heels.

"Y/n!" She yelled out as she ran towards you and engulfed you in a hug before her lady in waiting, the same one standing beside you, cleared her throat. It caught Sibylla's attention who gasped softly before backing away and immeadiately giving you a courtesy. "I mean, princess Y/n." You gave a nasty look to the lady in waiting before shaking your head at an embarrassed Sibylla. "You don't need to courtesy to me, princess Sibylla."

She immeadiately beamed. "Of course I do! You're not going to be just my sister in law, you're also going to be Queen of Jerusalem! Of course i bow to you."

Me, a queen? Yeah, we'll see about that.

"Still, I consider us friends before anything else." You offerer her a small smile. "You called for me?"

"Oh? Oh, yes!" She immeadiately grabbed your hand and pulled you further into the room. "I didn't know what colours and material you preferred, so I ordered them to bring everything with the best seamstresses in kingdom!" She pointed at the seamstresses, who bowed to you.

"But... I don't need clothes. I already have a wardrobe." Your statement made Sibylla laugh as did a few of her hand maidens.

"Ahh, you're so naive!" Sibylla giggled. "That wardrobe doesn't exist anymore. You're a princess, soon to be queen, you need a royal wardrobe!" She said as she dragged her hand over one of the gowns, feeling the material. "And! You still have to select your bridal gown!"

For the next 3 hours, Sibylla had the maids show you different gowns and materials, even helping by giving her input as to what would suit you.

"I still like my old clothes, they're quite comfortable." You sighed. Designing your new wardrobe was not something that needed your urgent attention at the moment. You need to return to your room and get the time machine from your old dress and leave this era.

Sibylla nods. "I understand what you're going through. I still remember how they burned away my entire wardrobe when I married Guy. But I suppose its poetic in a way. Since you're starting a new life, so why not start one by getting new clothes!"

Wait.

"They burnt all your old clothes?" Sibylla nods. "Mmhmm! In a way, you're burning away your past! And starting a new-" You didn't stick around as you immeadiately rushed out of the room and made your way towards your own.

You can't- your old clothes has your time machine. If they burn it, you can't ever leave!

You burst into your room, looking at the empty spot on your bed where you'd left your clothes before going in the bath.

"No." The maids, they must've put it in your closet. You searched it, searched your entire room but to no avail.

A maid walked into your room, watching you tear apart the bedroom. "P-princess? May I help-"

"Where are my clothes?!" You walked upto her, the poor maid's fright apparently on her face. "WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!?"

"They- they're burning it-"

"WHERE?!"

"The gardens!"

You ran out of your room, and made your way towards the royal gardens as fast as you could, but with how huge this palace was, getting there took a while. Not to mention when you did get to the gardens, you didn't spot anyone there, but you did notice the smell of something burning, which lead you to the back of the gardens, that was away from everyone's sight.

There you found them, two maids burning your clothes in a small bonfire.

"PUT IT OUT!" You yelled as you rushed towards them, startling them.

"Princess-" they began bowing.

"Didn't you hear me? PUT THE FIRE OUT!" They scrambled about trying to find some water, but of course, they didn't have it.

"I'll get it from the fountain!" The two maids ran to get a bucket of water for you, but it would be too late by the time they came. So when you spotted your old dress burning, you pulled it out with bare hands, not caring about burning yourself.

The dress was mostly burnt to ashes, while only few bits remained that were still on fire. You managed to wrangle out your time machine out of it, the small metal box that was burning hot and left marks on your skin as you tried to hold it.

But even from here, you could see the damage was done. The area that displayed the year had now completely melted off, as did some of the buttons.

No. No. No. No. No. NO!

You couldn't help but cry as reality began to set in. You're stuck here.... you're stuck here forever.

Heart wrenching sobs wracked your body as you tried to hold the hot metal machine in your hands, your skin burning as you tried. Even when the servants came and poured the water on the fire, you still kept on crying, clutching your machine to your chest, partly to conceal it, partly from helplessness.

The maids looked at each in worry as they tried to console you, tried to pacify you, lest you had them executed. But it didn't matter, you were inconsolable. While one of the maids sat by your side, trying to soothe you, the other one ran in to get help.

Moments later, when you were able to hide the machine in your clothes again, someone came up and touched your shoulder from behind.

"Y/n?" You looked up through your tears. It was Baldwin. For some reason, seeing him only made you cry harder as you finally realised that you were stuck here with him. That you fucked up permanently.

"Oh princess. What's wrong? Don't cry- shhh, I'm here." He pulled your body towards him, letting you sob into his chest heartbreakingly. Exhaustion, frustration and shock must have overtook your body, as you fainted in his arms.

"Princess? Y/n?" He tried waking you up before collecting you in his arms and rushing back into the castle.

-

Hours later, you woke up to find yourself back in your room, lying in your bed. Your eyes looked down at your hands which were now wrapped in bandages. They only served as a reminder of what youd lost- your time machine.

Tears welled up in your eyes again. Am I- am I really stuck here? You sniffled.

A hand came up to caress your cheek, startling you.

It was Baldwin. "Princess? Do you want to tell me what happened?" His soft tone made you even more sad, and you raised your bandaged hands to wipe your tears, but he caught your wrists and lowered them back gently, using his own hands to wipe away the tears.

"No, you cant use your hands for sometime. The burns need to heal." His hand remained on your cheek, thumb caressing the area under your eye. "What happened, Y/n? Why were you so upset?"

You cant avoid the topic for long, and now that your way of escape is gone, you need to be careful of what you say and how you act around the king.

You let out a shaky breath. "They... they burned my clothes."

"Mmhm. Dont worry, I will have them bring in the fanciest clothes for you. Sibylla will make sure of it. Only the best for my princess." You shook your head. "Its not- its not that... They were my clothes... they burned away-"

"I know... but its a tradition. The maids burn away the bride-to-be's old clothes to signify that youre detaching yourself from the past and starting a new life." He explained, watching as you sniffled. Clearly, you were still upset over this.

"But the maids, they still should've informed you of this tradition before doing anything. I know how emotional of a transition this could be for girls." You nodded sadly, heart still sinking at the loss of your machine. "Dont worry though, they will be punished harshly for it. I have them in the dungeons tonight, and tomorrow-"

"What? Punished? No!" You cut him off. You dont want anyone to die because of you, especially when you dont know if anyone these people could potentially be an ancestor of yours.

"But they caused you harm. You burned yourself due to their-"

"No, no. Please, don't punish anyone- I- it was my fault for not knowing about royal traditions! Please, your Majesty, I beg you- don't do this- i- i-" You pleaded.

"Shhh, okay. Okay. I won't punish them for it." He patted your hair. "On one condition."

You looked at him in confusion.

"You call me Baldwin from now on." He grinned. "We are to be husband and wife soon, I don't want us to use royal titles with each other."

Your eyes widened. Is he- is he really giving up titles? You're not that blind to see his attempts at intimacy, but what you don't understand is why or even how you came to be on the receiving end of it.

What exactly is it about you that has made him want to marry you? Surely, Baldwin would've preferred to marry someone of this era, someone who is more compatible with him. Despite you trying to blend in the past months, you allowed Baldwin to see how you're not... as Conservative as most people of this time period are. One could say that he may be impressed by how intelligent you are than others, but it also brings up the factor of being "threatened" or "insulted" by the same intelligence.

Even though you consider beauty to be a "subjective" thing, the whole "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", you're not blind to how attractive others are. So why not them?

Did he only like you because you're intriguing? Does he still think you're a spy? Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?

Probably. Or maybe he really does believe all that mumbo jumbo about you being "an angel sent to save him."

"As you wish... Baldwin."

-

Last night, after Baldwin had left you to rest, you stayed up and tried to figure out if you can fix your time machine, and if not, then can you built another one?

Fucking hell. You closed your eyes. I made it once, I can build it again. But it's easier said than done.

Back in the present, you had the technology to build it. Now? You have to first make the technology and the tools from scratch before you could even get on making your time machine, all while keeping your science project discrete, which was easier before because you weren't going to be married to a fucking King!

Right now, you're sitting in Baldwin's private dining room (yes, there are more than one dining room. He's royalty, what did you expect) having breakfast- well, being fed breakfast.

"You really don't need to do this." You said as Baldwin fed you another spoonful. He smiled as he wiped your lips with a napkin. "I don't need to, I want to. Besides, I don't want my princess starving."

Involuntary, your face flushed. "I- the maids could've fed me. And im not a princess." He frowned slightly. "Why would you- open wide, princess- why would you want the maids to feed you when you have me?" He pushed the spoon to your face as you parted your lips, but then he pulled it away and brought his face close to yours. "Do I make you nervous?"

You backed away immediately. "I- no- I mean-"

He burst out laughing. "I'm- I'm sorry princess, but you are just too endearing!" Baldwin chuckled as he grabbed the spoon again and fed you.

Your cheeks reddened, this time more out anger than embarrassment. "I don't want to eat anymore." You muttered, turning your face away.

He smiled as he brought the spoon to your lips again. "Ah ah, but you still haven't had enough." However, you rejected again, looking away instead of replying.

He sighed, placing the spoon back on the plate. "I'm sorry, princess. I shouldn't have laughed at you."

"You shouldn't have." You mumbled, face still turned away from him.

His lips quirked up a bit. "You know, for someone who insists that she's not a princess-" He turned your face to him gently. "- you sure have all the blandishment of one."

"Blandishment?"

"Flattering actions of a princess." He nodded.

You frowned. "Are you calling me a spoiled princess? A brat?"

"I would never!" Baldwin gasped. "I enjoy you acting like royalty, demanding respect and attention. You deserve it and more. Besides-" He picked up some food on the spoon again and brought it to your lips. "Even if if you were a spoiled, bratty princess, I wouldn't mind. I would enjoy spoiling you, hm?" He nudged the spoon to your lips softly.

You parted your lips, making him smile. It really is hard to stay mad at him when he looks at you with his baby blue eyes. They just- they draw you in.

"Also, before I forget, I will be leaving the castle today to meet Salauddin. So you can either hand out with Sibylla, who still wants to help you design your wedding gown, or your can-"

Salauddin? "Why are you meeting Salauddin? Isn't he your enemy?"

He chuckled. "Only on the battlefield. He and I have developed a friendship, or a mutual respect over the years. As to why I'm going to meet him, is... well, you."

"Me?" He nodded. "Since you told me that you're a Muslim, I thought that we could perhaps have a discreet Islamic wedding- what is it called? Nikkah? So, I could go and learn more about it from Salauddin."

You opened your mouth to protest. You don't need to be part of history as the "king of Jerusalem's Muslim wife" or "the Muslim-Christian wedding that took place during the Crusades", even if it might make the world more progressive.

But then, you didn't protest. "Can I come?"

Baldwin raised a brow at you. "You want to meet Salauddin?" You shook you're head. "Well, no, not really. I mean, I don't mind meeting him, but I just want to get out of the castle for a bit. It's been months since i left this place, I just want to get some fresh air." This could be the perfect opportunity for you, because if memory serves you right, Muslims of this era had made significant advances in science. Maybe you can use their help to get some tools to make the time machine again.

Baldwin looked unsure. "I don't know if it would be safe for you-" you held his hand with your bandaged ones. "Please, Baldwin? Can't you take me with you? And wouldn't I be the most safe when I'm with you?" Ah yes, stroke the male ego.

Finally, he smiled.

"Alright. I supposed it would be fine, after all, you should see the kingdom you're going to be the queen of."

Thoughts? (Also, I need to go shower rn, so I'll put the read more later. Doing so much effort for u guys, my spoiled greedy children)

Part 3 is here.

[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Extra Credit

♡ featuring: gojo & geto x f!reader

♡ summary: class is getting too hard for you, so you seek help. unfortunately, the help you receive is not what you expected. wc: 2.8k+

♡ cw/tw: manipulation, praise, light degradation, throat-fucking, edging, threesome, spit roasting, rough sex, pretty mean gojo, cum play

notes: helloo! a slightly shorter one this time. hope u like :) my first jjk fic!! art by _3aem on twitter <3

You twiddle your sparkly pen with your fingers and eye the blank page. Chemistry-201 started an hour ago, and you’ve got nothing to show for it. Truthfully, you were exhausted thinking about having to attend. College was easy for the most part, even calculus. You couldn’t tell anyone the reality behind your performance block in this specific class. The excuse your friends heard was, “The slides are hard to read.” They were hard to read, but they’d probably be clearer if you actually looked at them. What you did like to look at, were the boys who sat two rows in front of you in lecture hall. The one with frosty hair would whisper through the entirety of class, while the quiet one diligently wrote down organized notes. That’s how you picked up their names: 

“Quiet, Gojo.” he snapped, tapping the paper with his pencil as if Gojo would catch the hint. He smiled and poked his temple. “Chill Geto, the best doesn’t need to study.”  

Geto sighs and waves his hand. “Not everything is about you.”  

“Why not?” 

Geto and Gojo you thought. Their names were sweet on your tongue. You squeezed your thighs together, imagining how their names would sound on your lips. On rare occasions, Geto would face your direction. Even though it wasn’t for you, it felt special, like you were the only person in the room. You wanted someone as hardworking and kind as him to notice you. Sometimes you’d catch yourself sketching the back of his head, promptly shredding the page after the bell. What started to unnerve you was Gojo, who was always aware of your shy glances even when his back was turned. His crystalline azure eyes bore into yours and you’d fumble for anything to look at. Even when you daydreamed dirty scenarios, he reads your mind. It made you feel guilty. When your professor dismissed you, you’d scattered up the steps, bag already packed. This strategy was efficient until the day you dropped your book walking out of class. Pale slender hands grabbed it before you could reach it. “Ah! Thank you-” You met eyes with Gojo, smiling above you like reborn divinity. You almost felt the urge to bow. “Gotta be careful, yeah? This shit's expensive.” You nodded another thank you and took the book, hasting away so he couldn’t see your flustered face.  

All these minor incidents accumulated into the major issue currently surfacing; you are on the cusp of failing. Your parents readily applauded the other classes, perfect A’s. Just visualizing the scenario where you show them a D sends you into grief. You vow to change this outcome today. Your final exam is in a month and a half, enough space to master important subjects. No distractions, no Geto and Gojo. You meet with student resources after Chemistry to inquire about your study options and settle on weekly tutoring. You’re determined and prepared to give your all for this exam. 

Next week arrives and you're full of vigor. You try your best to rationalize each problem, no matter how wrong you are; and you were very wrong, frequently. You’re mentally apologizing in advance to your tutor. You see Geto and Gojo quietly bickering. Gojo has long pretty eyelashes, and you can’t stop glancing at them. They swiftly point to you. Nothing unusual, until—for the first time—Geto turns to you. His eyes are fixated solely on you. You're startled and knock over your water bottle, pouring it all over your notebook. A domino effect ensues. The valuable notes you took smear from the liquid, and it drips from the table onto your mini skirt. You stand to dodge it but your open bag tips over and out the chair, spilling the contents all over the floor. The room is silent, and everyone in your vicinity is staring. Time stops as you gather your stuff and leave the hall to dry yourself. You’re in the bathroom now, dying from embarrassment as your brain recalls the moment repeatedly. The sly smirk on Gojo’s face. I have to get over this you thought. Your session is in an hour, and you don’t want to waste crucial experience. Surely it can’t get worse than this. 

You show up five minutes early and patiently wait for their arrival. Fortunately, you’re afforded a closed off workspace with the tutor. You draw dainty flowers in your book until the door creaks open. To your surprise, you see tidy black hair and chiseled features.  It’s Geto. Your personal tutor is Geto. The stars must’ve aligned to dispatch one horrific cataclysm. You contemplate what you could’ve done to the gods for them to punish you so harshly. He pretends that he’s never seen you. “(Y/N), right? My name is Geto, I’ll be tutoring you for the rest of the semester.” His professionalism makes you breathe easier, and you’re relieved, content with maintaining this attitude. Together you set up your notes and the first 15 minutes go without a hitch, simply reviewing the topics you grapple with.  

“A lot of these are early concepts. They’re used in basically every class. Forgive me if this offends you, but how do you not know these?” 

“Ah, I get a bit distracted.” 

“By what?” 

“Oh… um.” You shift your thighs back and forth, pondering a justifiable answer, oblivious to the way Geto ogles them. "I just have a hard time focusing.” 

He scans your tight fitted shirt, then your lips. “I see.” Suddenly, the door swings open. Bright orbs piercing you, capturing you. You drop your head, hoping he won’t recognize you from the scalp. 

“Yo Geto, look at this game I- oops.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to barge in while I’m tutoring?” 

“Haha, sorry ‘bout that…wait, I know you!” He exclaims. Gojo snatches a chair and sits so you’re sandwiched between them. Intently skimming the textbook as if you didn’t hear him, he grabs your cheeks and twists you to him. 

“You’re the girl that wet herself today, right?” He laughs. 

“C’mon, she's dealt with enough already.” Your wishful thinking fell on deaf ears; they clearly didn’t forget that easily. 

“Heh, it’s too funny though. Geto, I told you about her remember? She’s always looking at us in class.” he teases. You felt a shiver go up your spine and your face get hotter. “That isn’t-” 

“Shh” Gojo interrupts you. “Tell me, are we more handsome now that you have a closer look?” Your heart drops to your stomach and you stumble over your words. 

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t mean to look. If I made you uncomfortable, I’m deeply sorry.” 

“Nah, it’s cool. I like the shy type.” 

“I think I should go.” You try to rise, but Geto pulls you from your skirt. If they wanted you, they would have you. "I didn’t permit you to leave. Sit. We'll continue.” 

“I don’t know if I should-” 

“Are you disrespecting the time I’m putting in to ensure you end with a decent grade?” he questioned. You went meek, reconsidering the effort you’d be wasting, and how badly you wanted Geto to acknowledge that effort.  

“No. I’ll do it.” His smile is saccharine and alluring, masking the dark intentions pulling at his conscious. 

“Great. Next chapter.” 

You’re eight paragraphs in, a sheer glistening sweat on your legs. You can barely mouth the words. Gojo’s breath is painfully close to your ear, tickling it as he follows along the page, his thumb running under the hem of your thigh high socks. “You wore these for me, yeah?” he whispers. You clamp your thighs, and a scheming grin creeps up his face. Meanwhile Geto’s fingers are behind your neck, brushing it gently with his other hand steady on top of yours. The bare skin contact is disorienting, so much so that you hadn’t noticed you’ve read the same sentence for the past minutes. 

“(Y/N)?” You snap out of an affectionate trance. “Huh?” 

“Is something troubling you?” His nose is inches away from yours, taunting you. 

“Mm, no.” Your trembling voice exposes the truth. “You seem frustrated. Do you need help alleviating that frustration?” Such a straightforward question is nerve-wracking. You've only imagined this in your dreams, calling out both of their names. The scandal that unfolds if people find out would be reputation-shattering for you. But desire burning in your dampening core blanketed those worries. “I don’t know what to say.”  

“(Y/N), when someone offers you something, you should accept it and say thank you” Gojo adds. His hand slides deeper in your socks, groping the plush fat. 

“Do you want it, yes or no?” The decision tosses in your mind. Until you finally manage a soft-spoken “yes.” Instantly, the air in the room switches, their gaze encapsulating you like prey. You feel smaller.  

“This won’t be easy, though. I’m teaching you concentration. If you get through this quiz with us touching you, I’ll reward you. Understand?” Geto says. You nod at him like a lost puppy, ready to please him. 

The quiz starts with ten entry-level questions. You get to work, and they get to devour you. Gojo parts your legs, salivating from the strings of slick sticking to your underwear and inner thighs. He litters kisses and lustful bruises along your neck, his hands trailing to your chest. Geto’s hands hike your skirt up and move to your underwear, circling the erect nub through the fabric. You’re on question three and can hardly achieve a scribble. He pulls your panties to the side and spreads your folds, toying with the mess. You have a loose hold on his shirt that tightens whenever he presses on the bundle of nerves. His fingers are skillful, knowing the right buttons to push to coax whimpers out of you. Meanwhile, Gojo tugs your shirt up, exposing your nipples to the cool air. He flicks one with his tongue, then envelopes your breast in his warm wet mouth. He sucks and bites the bud, tasting it and fondling the other. He moans, light pops as he comes up, gazing into you for approval. The walls are thin, you can’t get caught, but you need them deeper. They make you fall apart just to punish you, a sharp sting from Geto’s palm directly on your clit.  

“If you can’t keep your voice down, I’m gonna stop. Are you sure you can handle it?” Geto teases. He definitely isn't stopping, but your panicked, yearning expression made his cock twitch. 

“Yes! I’m sorry, I can be quiet.” 

“I don’t know, you seem to be struggling. You wanna make me proud, right?” You nodded frantically. 

He places a gentle, almost manipulative kiss on your lips. “Good girl. Then you’ll take everything I give you.” His digits glide vertically on your vulva until they slip inside, scissoring and massaging your g-spot. You somehow make it to question 6, but your mushy thoughts aren’t sure if they can recover from the rhythmic pumping and juices running down his knuckles. Gojo releases you for air, bite indentations dotting your mounds. “Geto. Switch?”  

“Okay.” He says and begrudgingly drags his fingers out. You whine from the emptiness, but Gojo quickly replaces him. He gets under the table on his knees and forces your legs wider, appreciating the upcoming feast. His pink muscle licks a long harsh strip against you. The new sensation makes your back arch, and your hand cards through his hair.  

“Too sensitive? Aww.” He moves roughly, slurping and lapping up everything he can get his mouth on. His grasp is tight, even with all your strength pushing him off is a challenge. Question nine passed, still shaking and stuttering. Geto pinches and twist your nipples but showers the pain with loving kisses. He pecks the back of your neck. You’re so close you start to involuntarily buck your hips. Gojo stops immediately, grinning at your frustrated cries, your essence covering his jaw and chin. “Don’t come yet, wanna feel you.” 

“One more question, baby.” Geto says, caressing the swollen marks. You put your heart into finishing the last problem, an unintelligible number for your response. You can’t decipher the words; all you want is Geto’s praise. He takes the pencil out of your hand and counts the correct solutions. 

“8 out of 10. I’m so proud of you, angel.” None of your answers were right. But he relished how effortless it was to make you happy, how much you starved for his attention. He searched to lock you away where no one could find you. You’re beaming nevertheless, smothered by his kindness. 

“C’mere. Taste yourself.” Gojo husks before French kissing you, tongues intertwined. He moans into your mouth. “Want your reward now?”  

“Please” you rasped, and he picks you up, pressing your stomach flat on the desk. Geto wraps around in front of you. He pulls his throbbing cock out and lifts your chin, propping it on your lips. “Open.” he coos. You loll your tongue out, looking up at him expectingly. He smiles and drives his length into you until your nose is flush with his pubes. His cockhead is deep in your throat, it burns, but you’re the center of his world in this moment and it makes it worth the ache. You worship it, savor him. Hollowing out your cheeks, you start bobbing your head. You drool on his balls, gently sucking them and tracing his veins with your tongue. His moans are breathy and deep, hand firm on the back of your head to prevent you from bailing. He denies your pleas for air.  

Gojo taps his leaking tip against your clit a few times and slides himself in, whimpering from the soaking grip molding to his shaft. “A-ah, so tight.” he choked. His balls collide with your ass, and your orgasm hits hard. You tremble, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you try to ride it out. But Gojo doesn’t let you and jerks your arms behind you with one hand. He pounds deep and fast, noisy plaps and squelching fervor pushing your limits; at the same time, Geto is face-fucking you. You were sure students heard the commotion by now. The men ravaging you sent a trail of fire crawling up your body. Tears smear on your face, gagging spit drips from your bottom lip, a mixture of fluids soak your socks, but your fuzzy senses can only drown in their pleasure. The spring coiling in your body is quick. Gojo’s tip kisses your g-spot perfectly and you embrace him. “Hey, you on the pill?” he asks. You're about to answer but he shoves your head down to Geto’s hilt. “Never mind, I don’t care.” 

Geto’s movements quicken. Your disheveled face sends him over the edge. He blesses you with his creamy hot gift, spurting inside your gullet, accompanied by guttural sighs. “Swallow all of it.” You struggle but slowly get it down. You polish off the rest of his twitching length in revere and open your mouth for proof. “That’s my good girl.” He pats your head, and you lean into the warmth. Waiting for his confirmation. 

“You wanna come? I’ll let you come, baby.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare, you do it when I tell you to.” Gojo snaps. Tears prickled your lashes from overstimulation. Your whimpers stream out the room and he laughs through breathy whines. “Little pervert. You want people to hear you getting railed?”  

“It's t’much! Gojo I can’t-” 

Geto cradles your jaw. “(Y/N). Ask him for permission.” He is suddenly stern, and you obey him. 

“Please lemme come!” you babble. His concern is clouded with sin. 

“Yeah? Beg for it.” An orchestra of please’s sing, and you mean it, but Gojo didn’t care. He’d much rather watch your rippling ass and melting figure. Each thrust has you incoherent, and you plead more, enough to satisfy his smug demeanor. 

“That’s better. Now come for me, all over my cock.” His command splinters, and your gushy walls convulse to form a white ring around the base. Gojo’s strokes get desperate as he approaches his release from your slippery heat. He pulls out and holds you in place, a few pumps before he shoots ropes across your ass and paints your vulva. “Yeah- you’re so fucking good.” he moans, mumbling and quivering through his orgasm. 

They get dressed while you lie on the desk. You’re breathless and trembling, but they’re focused on cleaning themselves up. Gojo gets eye level with you. 

“If you tell anyone, you know I’ll ruin your life, right? Keep it hush.” You can’t speak. He grabs your panties off the floor and pockets them. “These are cute. Imma keep it.” Geto reties his hair and smiles at you. “See you later.”  

They abandon you, covered in come and items strewn across the table. You’re left to wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. One thing was undeniable, however; you were really looking forward to next week. 

[bkglovergirl]

♡𓂃Room 381

Bakugou X Reader

𓏲 ࣪The school tells the students the exciting news! now you gotta deal with the fact you have a new 'husband' who could care less about this whole situation.

Word count; 1.6k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

The bell rings. There is tension in the air. Not because of a villain attack, no, there hasn't been one in days, but because all teachers have ordered all students back to the classrooms for an important discussion. No one knows what this is about and in this school, this could be anything. You pick up your bag and look around for any familiar faces hoping you can have a conversation about the situation, the lunch room is almost bare but you catch a familiar redhead and run up to him. “Hey Todoroki!” you smile at him giving him a small wave. He stops his movements and looks at you.

“Hi,” he says. It sounds very bland, you think, but what can you expect? Maybe he’s nervous as well.

“Can I walk with you to class? I’m nervous about this big discussion thing.” Todoroki starts walking but looks at you to continue the conversation so you take that as a yes and follow.

“What’s there to be nervous about?” you give him a face.

“What’s there? Are you for real asking me that right now?!” You turn to walk backward and face him. “I don’t know, let’s think. A Hero retires, A Hero has died, they are shutting down UA, a student has gone missing, the teachers are robots, and they want to recruit us!” It seems Todorokis's blank face has gotten even blanker.

“All those were completely reasonable until the last one. Do you always automatically think of the worst-case scenarios?”

“Well kinda but it’s not my fault.” you cross your arms, “you gotta think of the worse case scenarios when it comes to this line of work-!” you walking backwards didn’t notice how close you were getting to the classroom, which means you didn't notice the blond who was right near the door causing you to bump into him.

“Watch it bitch!” Bakugou pushes you away causing you to fall about into Todoroki. 

“Alright asshole I’m not a freaking domino! You didn't need to push me!” you yell back in defense moving away from Todoroki. All Bakugou can do is give a scowl and walk into the classroom. “I Know I said it but I’m gonna say it again. What an asshole.” Todoroki nods following you into the classroom. 

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

“Alright class I regret to inform you that the school board has decided that not only is it not enough we teach you hero skills we must now domesticate you. Following your continued hero work you will now be paired with someone who will be your fake married partner. You will have your dorms, each including bedrooms that only you can access with your thumbprint. You will be monitored with a sensor. If you can’t get along and you get no points or even worse, negative points you fail the semester. Which means no work study. No fighting.” Aizawa slips into his sleeping bag unusually quickly. The class is quiet for a moment before yelling commences. Questions are yelled and it isn't until Aizawas face looks annoyed it gets silent. The room is quiet enough you can hear other classrooms having the same reaction you all just had. You can’t help but think you were so far off in your assumptions and at this point you wish a hero was retiring. “I will answer questions but I am not talking over all of you.” Hands are quickly raised.

“What happens if you are paired up with someone insufferable?” Yaoyorozu asks, she’s bold but the majority of the class was thinking about it.

“To help encourage points if a pair can get over a 100 and have an overall ‘A’ Grade, you and your partner have the option to switch pairs with another group who is also in an overall ‘A’ Grade.” You and a couple of people sigh. It’s a relief.

“How does this Sensor work?” Midoriya asks, noting that he already has his notebook out on his desk.

“It looks like a camera, but it’s not. Created by some tech-savvy departments, it can sense and scan emotions and calculate to decide what points a pair shall receive. For example, if the pair gets into an argument, the machine with scan picks up what it needs to and calculates it into the point system. And more Mumbo jumbo.”

“So why exactly is this happening?” You ask.

“The school board wants to show what it’s like to balance the life you all hopefully will have when you graduate while still being a hero… there is more to it but that's neither here nor there. Pairings will be posted in a few. I need a nap.” And that's it. Aizawa closes his sleeping bag and the class is left with dreed until the pairings come out.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

A knock is heard at the door and Aizawa slowly unzips his sleeping bag and answers the door, grabbing the paper and walking in front of the class. Everyone is quiet. Aizawa tapes the paper onto the board. “Some of you are paired with people in here and others are paired with others in other classes. I want absolutely no complaints. Next to your name is the room of your dorms.” As you would expect he goes back into his sleeping bag and the room is engulfed in chaos, everyone runs to the board, adrenaline running to see who they got. Gradually pairs start forming some cheers and some blushing tension. You get to the board and scan the paper. Down at the bottom in black ink ‘Y/N L/N and Katsuki Bakugou room 381’ 

“You gotta be fucking joking.” Of course, you two find your names at the same time. Why does he sound so disgusted, you're a fucking treat! You are about to remark him but before you can Aizawa comes out of his sleeping bag.

“It looks like you all found your names. Class is going to start now, so go back to your seats.” Are we just going to act like nothing just happened?! 

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

The class had ended, and the girls and you were walking to your new dorms with some of your things from your old dorms. You were quiet, way too quiet for someone to notice.

“Girl you okay?” Ochaco hugs your arm, “normally you are leading our conversations.”

“No, duh, she’s quiet! She's got Bakugou as her husband,” you say silently, wondering if Mina could be any louder.

“I’m gonna die. Or my eardrums are gonna die. Either way, something is dying!” You can’t help but complain.

“What’s the deal with you both anyway?” Kyoka questions, “Normally people can have at least one decent conversation with Bakugou, But I’ve never seen you guys even hold a simple conversation. He won’t even communicate in battle with you? And he communicates with Midoriya.”

“I honestly don’t even know.” Truth is you did know and it was an embarrassing story that no one can get out of you. You went to middle school with both Bakugou and Midoriya. Over time and God knows how this happened you gained a crush on him and decided it would be a brilliant idea to confess. When you did it was a total embarrassment not only did he laugh in your face and shut you down, but He told those punk friends of his and they made your middle school life an embarrassment. You swore since that day he was your enemy. Childish yes? But still partly true to this day.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

You wave the girls goodbye and look at your new dorm you share with your new ‘Husband.’ You can’t help but think how ironic this is. You take a deep breath and enter the dorm. In the dorm is surprisingly a kitchen to your left and a small living room area in front with a door leading out to a balcony. Bakugou is sitting on the couch in the living room. It’s clear he’s already made himself comfortable with how he's sprawled out he is. You decided it’s just best to wait it out in your room and make yourself dinner once he goes to bed. You look and see two doors one with your name on it and another with Bakugou’s to the right of the living room area, you start walking over to your respective door.

“Don’t expect shit out of me.” 

“I never expect anything out of you.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” Bakugou stands up facing you, “Who do you think you are saying that?!”

“If you aren't gonna put in any effort I’m gonna say whatever I want to you assface!” You both hear a ding. You didn't notice it before but over the TV is a point counter. Negative one. Not even five minutes into the dorm and you have negative points. “Oh now look what you did!”

“I didn't do that!”

“Yeah, you did!”

“Not my fault I don’t wanna do this stupid ass simulation. I just wanna be a Hero. Number one hero at that. A family and wife-” he points at you, “is just a stupid distraction from that and I don’t need this.” you roll your eyes and walk into your room, “DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME!” and you slam your door. You place your stuff down on your new bed and sit down putting your hands to your face. Your blushing?! Why the fuck are you blushing? Is it because he called you his wife? Which is stupid and just delusional, did you not hear what he said? A million thoughts are running through your head as you question yourself but nothing can deny the feelings in your stomach.

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Chapter 2

Yandere Teacher Nanami x Student Reader

Warning: Abuse, (force) smut. Abduction, violence, rough play, toxic behavior, age gap, everything from all above. Mainly from his point of view...somewhat... modern au- ish idk. College teacher x student.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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All you can hear is the sound of smooth chalk, taping, and noises against the blackboard. Students type their notes on their computers, some on their notebooks, and a few more on their phones watching videos or going through the latest gossip of celebrities. Nanami talked through while scribbling down the formula of the financial topic they were learning. A few listened, so little didn't. You on the other hand, you were focused, more focused than all the other students. It felt like Nanami was only talking to you as if you were the only one in the classroom. Obviously, to you, it didn't feel that way, but to Nanami, it was. You were the one to actually raise their hand when Nanami asked a question wanting an answer from his students to see if they were even paying attention. Of course, you were paying attention, you answered his question and to his surprise, you got it right.

That is how it was for weeks. You would always show up to class on time. You will always pay attention to him. You would always answer his questions. If he wanted to, you would be the only one in the room. He wanted your attention. He would always stare at you when he was teaching as if you were his only student. You never noticed since your gaze would always be on the board. Call it a domino effect or a chain reaction, either way, your enthusiasm was a huge wave to some of his students. First, it was you now it was three more students who would raise their hands. Nanami should be happy about this. This is something that he complained about, hoping to change. Why is he disappointed? He should be thankful that his troublesome class is changing. So, why is he so...annoyed that other people are getting his attention? It should just be you. Right? Just you.

He would go home, grading their work, and not shocking yours would always be 100%. You were his perfect student.

The joy that he thought he would get for being a teacher finally sparked. He finally realized that this was his award for being the best intellect civilian. Working hard to get good grades. Working hard to be the best teacher he could be. He works hard to care for his students when they don't even care for themselves. This was his award for being good, he thought. You were never trouble for him. You never had him scold you for being on your phone. You were just perfect. For him, of course.

He always wondered if it was just the two of you. How would things go? Would he enjoy it? or would he be annoyed? Would he enjoy it if you leaned over his desk, showing your cleavage? or would he roll his eyes and treat you the same as the others? So many questions lead to one thing and then to the other. Different topics jumping and leaving left and right all about you. Just you. Would you freak out if he told all his curious questions that make him seem like a pervert? Would you like his cock inside your pussy? Would you like it if he covered your eyes with his tie just for him to do all kinds of things to you? He would teach you to love it. After all, you are his perfect little student.

Weeks with all his thoughts that are consuming him. Weeks of seeing you, sitting there, so perfectly, listening. Weeks of him falling so deep in love with you. Weeks of wanting more and more, not just you being a sweet student. More of you and him. He wants you to be him alone. How can he do that? How can he solve this question of his? How can he get you to see him alone so that he can get close to you and get a glimpse of your aura up close? He is the teacher. He does have some sort of power to make this happen. So why not take advantage of it? Is it not like he's doing something wrong? He's the teacher. His job is to lead these students to success. So can you blame him when the testing day arrives and he makes completely new test questions just for you. Questions that are advanced to what he had taught you. Questions that you would get 100% wrong. No, he didn't do anything wrong, in fact, he was challenging you, he realized that you would understand the subject easily so you can't blame him, he was making you better.

When you received the test, you were completely puzzled. You were confused and you didn't really understand all the questions that were in the test. You honestly thought that he gave you the wrong one. but who are you question a teacher. Nanami saw how you were not getting things. He saw the face you made while trying to answer each little question he gave you. He knew how to keep a composed face, but watching you struggle a bit made him smile. You didn't have high hopes for the results so when he handed you the test back with a big fat 0 on it, you weren't shocked. You flipped through the test and saw the bottom of the last page with the words "See me after class" in big red ink.

When the bell rang and all the students left, it was just you and him. You're shy, there is no doubt about that, and is not like you were intimidated by Mr. Nanami. Is just that he was a bit hard for you to read. Very strict with his job. Never made small talk or light jokes in class. Always right to business. You were quite nervous about what he was going to say. Were you the worst in his class? Did everybody else pass the hard test he gave out? You are so in the dark that you are tearing yourself down. He placed the copy of the test in his leather briefcase. You saw the way his muscles moved with small actions. The way his veins would pop a bit on his hands when he shoved papers in the case. The way his blond hair, slowly moved a bit of hair stands to his face. His glasses made it a bit hard for you to read his eyes, but you could tell that they were stoic like they always were. " Mr. Nanami." Man, he loved your voice, he could never get enough of it. He wanted to hear you more.

He moved his glasses closer to his eyes, moving them a bit up from the bridge of his nose, " You failed your test. How are you going to correct it miss (Y/N)?" He was always intrigued with philosophy, always having the usual Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates as the norm.

He walked closer to you, his broad chest getting near your face. His blue, dress, and shirt, barely hid his peck muscles. For a college teacher, he sure knows how to keep his body fit. "To correct my mistakes and learn from them, so that I can retake it and pass."

"Good girl. Lucky for you, I have afternoons free from 4:00pm to 5:00pm. Come by my office so I can show you what you miss. We'll do this until you understand." He gave you a small smirk, which caught you off guard, you had never seen him smile or show any other emotions. He gently caressed your right arm, pulling you a bit closer to him, you were nervous he might hear how loud your heart was beating. "Don't worry, I'll teach you until you get it right." Your smell alone was enough to turn him on. He could feel the hotness going down to his crotch feeling it a bit heavy. "That's all I need to say."

"Okay, I'll see you later. Bye, Mr. Nanami." You waved to him and left his class. Nanami went and shut the door. He sat down on his chair, unbuckling his pants. He dropped them to the floor, hearing the metal cling to the floors. He tugged his briefs to feel his cock harden even more. He slid his hands in and gave it a few light strokes, feeling the precum leaking out. He quickly pulled down his white briefs and felt his cock sprang out, slapping his lower stomach. When he had sexual relations with women, he never doubted himself when it came to performances. He didn't have to make so make movements to please a woman, just his cock itself can make a woman moan like crazy. He never heard any complaints from the women he would sleep with. They would always compliment on how big his cock was and how thick and girthy it is. He would see how women would struggle just to take him in their mouths. The tip of his cock was enough to make them climax.

He can't imagine how you might react. Would you freak out? Would you love it? Would you struggle to take him? Either way, he'll teach you to love it. His hands pumped harder with images of you floating in his mind. His grip kept getting tighter, feeling his precum coating his entire cock, some dripping down his balls. He felt his balls getting heavier, feeling them bounce from how hard and fast he pumped himself. A man like Nanami was never the type to be so perverted. To touch himself, he would just let it pass by taking a cold shower. When he would go to a bar and see a woman staring at him, seductively, he would take them to a hotel room. When he finished, he would put on his close and walk out, leaving the women there, naked. Whenever he would have these one-night stands, which don't happen often, he would never kiss them or talk to them. He would go in and get out when he finished. He never wants to complicate things whenever he does and it annoys him. Which is why he hardly has one-night stands. Nanami is just a simple man who does what he needs to live a normal life with no complications. However, things change.

You changed that for him. He never thought he would be the type of person who would jerk off to one of his students. Yet, he's there, jerking off. He felt his cum ready to squirt out. He knew he would make a mess, but he was so high of you that he didn't care, he wanted to cum and he did. He felt his thick, white, sperm coming out of the top of his penis. With big balls and a thick cock comes with a lot of thick, white, cum. He bit his lips to make him quiet. He felt his cheeks so hot that he was determined that they were flushed with red. His hair moved down almost covering his eyes. He quickly cleaned himself up knowing that he had class in a couple of minutes. He sighed at how things got a bit complicated for him. He knows that he will never get enough of you. He knows that you are on his mind all the time and nothing would change that. He knows that he will never get enough of you. You are driving him crazy. You are corrupting his mind and are starting to piss him off, but it's okay because he will always have a solution to solve his problems. A teacher is always prepared to teach and give lectures, so obviously he has this covered. It's child's play to not think things through. It's also child's play to just 'go with the flow'. If he does, then it will be chaos. He can't have chaos in his life. He just wants you, how hard can that be.

So is not actually crazy if he does a little planning. He's being responsible and solving all of his problems. He's doing the right thing, so it's not crazy that he bought a new house. He's not crazy to make a few 'renovations'. He's not crazy to smell you when he's close to you, pressing his body up against you while he's teaching you all the questions you got wrong. Don't get him started how hard you make him, so don't call him crazy when he has a boner while you're solving the question correctly. How hard he felt when you smiled at how proud you were for getting it correct. How he felt his hard boner almost ripping through his pants. Don't worry though, he makes sure that you don't see it yet. Is it crazy that when you leave, he felt his cum leaking out of his pants? For him, it's not. He's just solving his problems. He's being a good teacher to his good, perfect, student.

You are just so perfect.

For him.

You are perfect for him.

He finally found his light at the end of the tunnel.

He finally found his perfect wife. The perfect mother for his kids. He finally has it all that man dreams of.

Well, he needs to have you first, right?

He needs to make you his. Don't worry, you'll accept. You kinda don't have any other choice. Nanami already solved it for you, that's what a good man does. Solving the problems for his girl, is what they do, right?

eh, who cares he solved it so don't worry he'll teach you all about it soon enough.

@black-swan-blog27

@my-names-angel-but-im-not-one

[spidernuggets]

Hi hope you’re having a good/night can you do a Jason Todd x detective fem reader. She meets Jason , but she meets him when he’s red hood at a crime scene.

Jason Todd x FemDetective!Reader

"So you're the guy that's making my paperwork pile up higher than the Empire State Building."

"Christ, another one?" One of your coworkers said as the limp, dead body was zipped up into a body, and evidence collected and put away.

You shrug a shoulder, writing down in your notepad a list of suspects and witnesses involved in this new murder, which was also linked to other recent killings.

"Adam Matthews." You state the victim's name.

"Drug dealer?" Your coworker asks, looking at the substance that Matthews had on his person being bagged for evidence.

"Mm. He was a cook for a drug dealer who tested on homeless kids or orphans. But Matthews was also known for being an accessory for other murders, kidnappings, and was guilty for sexual assaults," you state, sighing, putting your notebook away.

Your coworker fell shocked. "How the fuck is he not locked up?!" He yells.

"Links with richies," you scoff. "Well, he's dead now. His long, overdue debt it now paid." You always believed these kinds of people never deserved a second chance. All the previous murder victims were similar to Adam Matthews. So, others may call you crazy, but you were thankful for this anonymous killer going out of their way, killing scumbags like Matthews.

"I'm going to scout around the area, Parks," you told your coworker as he nodded and went to discuss with the other officers around the area.

You shone your flashlight around the narrow alleys, searching for any clues or evidence you could use to help solve the crime and catch the murderer. Or in your eyes an anti-hero.

Just as you were about to turn around and return to the scene, you heard grunts and strings of profanity coming from behind one of the dumpsters.

Your hand hovered over your gun in your hip holster, walking towards the sounds.

You swiftly turned to see the source, hand on the handle of the gun, and saw a certain, outlawed vigilante leaning on the dumpster, holding his arm, his body stained with blood.

His helmet lay in between his legs, his domino mask remaining on his face.

"What the fu- Red Hood??" You exclaim.

"You mind?" He groans, holding his hand out, trying to avoid the flash shining in his eyes.

"Shit, sorry," you reoly, turning it off and placing it on your utility belt. Your head tilted to the side, seeing that Red Hood was struggling to wrap his arm up. "It's loose," you say, referring to the bandage- or rag that he was tying around his bicep.

"Wow, really? Didn't- fuck- didn't notice," he says, cursing once more when the bandage fell down.

You roll your eyes, crouching beside his and taking the bandage from his, unwrapping his arm and rewrapping it tighter as it should be.

"So you're the guy that's making my paperwork pile up higher than the Empire State Building." You mutter, tying the bandage to stay in place.

"Sorry, little cop lady. Just doing my job." He hisses.

"It's little detrctice lady to you. And I'd appreciate it if you made your little killing sprees a little more discreet. Eventually, the actual cops are gonna catch your ass," you snicker, getting up.

"As if I let them." He bites back.

"L/n. Where are you?" Parks says through your walkie. "Did you find anything?"

Red Hood gets up, putting his helmet back on, looking down at you, waiting for your response.

You click on the button to reply. "No. Nothing here. Coming back now."

The white glowing eyes pierce through yours as Red Hood chuckles. "Hiding a criminal? Haven't taken a look through the law book in a while, but isn't that illegal?" You couldn't see it, but Red Hood grinned, amised at this new encounter.

You shrugged. "I'm only doing this because I know I can't stop you, even if I wanted to. Besides. If these ass rat criminals kept scurrying around, the papaerwork would be much more than you're making." You smirk.

He laughs. "So you're saying you don't want to stop me?" He crosses his arms.

"Have a good night, Mr. Hood." You bid him goodbye, walking back to the crime scene.

"And to you too, little detective lady," he says, quietly hoping to run into again after he puts lead into the head of his next target.

"Jeez, I thought you died or something. You were gone for a while, are you sure you didn't find anything?" Parks quickly asks you.

You quickly wipe away the blood on your palms from Red Hood's wound onto your black jeans. "Save the interrogation for the suspects, Parks. Nothing there but dead rats and graffiti."

You walk off, almost missing the shine of a red helmet running off on the roof of a building in the distance as you smirk to yourself, also secretly hoping Red Hood would cause another casualty to meet him again.

Parks was about to walk off, too, almost missing the tiniest splotch of red on your white shirt as he raised an eyebrow.

I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE IT SO SHORT!!!

I didn't want to leave this ask in my inbox for too long and forget about it 😭😭

BUTTTT if you or anyone else wants!!! I can make a part 2 where Reader and Red Hood begin a constant meetup after every death Red Hood causes (only to those criminals who deserve it, obvi). And Parks becomes suspicious of Reader and threatens her or that Reader's job is put on the line!!!!

I was going to add this idea in, but I'm really bad at making long fics cuz I always wanna get it over and done with and I'm so impatient 😭

HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT ANYWAYS 🙏🙏

[taemcains]

your love is sunlight — cainlane

lane helps cain wash the blood off his wings and gets a thank you in return. ao3

cw: blood mentions

🎧 julia shortreed - broken wings

Pale golden light streams into Lane's shared room, falling on the soft carpet in a mosaic mirroring the elegant swirls on the balcony door. The picture of coziness it creates, along with the spread of reference books spilled like a domino of cards around her, brings her back to high school and days spent cramming for exams with the spring sunshine in North Carolina watching over her like a guardian.

The tremors of a door slamming shut on the ground floor dispel the mirage. Lane blinks hard, bringing herself back to Rotkov's eternal winter and her task, which is considerably more crucial and much more demanding than memorizing chemistry equations.

The Book and her notebook are each balanced precariously on her knees. Reference books lay further down from her, tossed away in rising frustration. Her wrist aches and her back has been steadily cramping from her abysmal posture, but she remains hunched over, picking up her trail of thought and leaving behind unnecessary memories to continue scrawling in her notebook.

Shadows pool on the floor, chasing away the imitation of home and warmth. Lane's head whips up to face the balcony, hair lashing against her back.

White obscures gold. It flashes once, painting the room cold before swerving to the back of the estate.

Real warmth bubbles up in her chest. Cain is back from his night patrol.

Lane spent all of ten minutes in the morning trying to inconspicuously grill the squad about his whereabouts before her mind grew disgusted by her pathetic state. Cain is an immortal. Whatever stalks the forest and whoever hides in the town should be, are, terrified of him. Worrying about someone who can handle himself, when she has a plethora of problems is fatuous. She resolved to put it out of her mind and surrender to the Book instead.

An hour later, huddled under every blanket and comforter looted from her room, the upholstered chair doing little to battle the cold, she muses. Why do you become so irrational when you… have someone? Her hand is unsteady, fingers trembling from the cold, but she makes a valiant effort to jot something down.

Anna shoots her the most judgmental glance she's received in her life. ‘Why are you freezing to death near the balcony when the bed is right there?’

Lane tries to shrug but she doubts the slight movement would be visible under ten layers of wool. ‘The cold will keep my mind awake. I could get a new perspective on the Book.’

Anna almost looks offended at how little thought Lane put into lying to her. She scoffs. ‘Is that what they're calling it now?’ She scowls at a distant spot in the sky, willing the extent of her disdainful glare to reach that angel wherever he is, before turning on her heel and leaving, muttering about ‘beautiful women falling for idiot men’ and ‘why do you never learn, Anna?’

Her mind doesn't linger too long on Anna, but circles him, as always, a whirlpool of memories and longings. She tried to choke down her worry along with mouthfuls of tea earlier, but it spews up with a redoubled vengeance. No matter how many times her exasperated mind reassures her of the angel's strength and safety, her heart refuses to quiet, pacing anxiously with a thump-thump-thump echoing through her very bones.

Are you satisfied? Everyone wants to know whether I even have a heart anymore but you keep it, toss it, and catch it with the dizzying speed of your changing whims. I don't miss that. But I miss you.

Admitting that she missed him was apparently the last straw for her mind, who was jeering at this display of yearning. Lane leapt to her feet, yanked around by the strings of her rational mind that was hard at work to erase this maudlin moment from her day. She climbed into bed, pulled the required materials to herself like a shield and lost herself in the arcane, her mind alight and awake, ready to beat her heart into submission.

Now she allows herself to exhale a shameful ‘I missed you’ to the knowing shadows of her room and let relief unfurl through her bloodstream like a ribbon.

All the romance novels and movies she'd gorged herself on in her teenage years with the relished humiliation of crawling back to an unfaithful lover, had painted love in pink, soft and bloodless. But for Lane, love is a violent intrusion, spinning her mind and heart out of control. If she'd known she would feel so foolish, she would've accumulated more experience, to chart cumulative data and predict the best response in any situation. But Cain's not like anyone she's ever met. He's not like anyone at all.

Plotting Cain would be an impossible task as he shifts a little every time she sees him, a kaleidoscope that never shows the same pattern twice. But won't he let her try? To map his impossibilities across a lifetime like counting stars in the night sky, the only futile task she wants to squander away her time on with the languidness of summer days slipping away.

Contrary to his own impossibility, he seems to have her entirely mapped out, tracing the rivers of her veins with his fingertips and the ridges of her spine with his eyes. She didn't have to ask. Cain understood her, like he once promised, and her working style which he condensed aptly as ‘You wouldn't look up from the Book unless there's a second apocalypse.’ So his wings blinked at her, sending her a sign.

Was he counting on her being able to glimpse the maelstrom of riddles behind every guileless movement of his? Delivered with a susurration of his wings, an order, a request, or the gentle luring of a lover: Come find me.

His wishes are clear, but Lane hesitates, out of her own warring desires. Her heart is almost halfway out the door, straining to settle sleepily against his voice, but her feet remain planted to the floor, roots extending through wood, bypassing time and space, sprouting out of her father's office.

Wood polish. Expensive leather. An angular man leaning over her seven-year-old self. ‘Please do not bother me when I'm working, Lane. Go see to your mother.’ Which was perhaps the greatest condemnation of all, her own father who could not see her mother's umbilical cord strangling her lovingly around her neck, a tie she could never rid of even two decades later.

The memory fractures. Warmth beckons her from the fissure and she follows as if ensorcelled. The press of a thigh to her own. The specter of fingers through her hair. The fracture widens. The tickling of feathers against the small of her back. Her father's office and her younger self preserved in contrition are swallowed into the dark.

The last fragments of the memory are brushed away by an ambrette voice that lifts her and carries her back to the body of her present self, gently setting her down in reality. Tendrils of him and his essence are already curled around her, sweetpea flowers budding around her neck, watching over her when he can't.

Glimpses of him in her memories don't appease her. Lately, even his fleeting touches, light enough to absolve him of intention, do nothing to sate the hunger roiling in her. Come find me.

Guided, or rather, misguided, by the reckless abandon that entangles with desire, Lane crosses the room and doesn't let herself hesitate to wrench the door open. Her eyes hone in on the ornate door at the far end of the hallway, quiet and anodyne.

The estate is still, the history of those hallowed halls, almost a physical presence draped heavy over her shoulders, watching as Lane's hushed footsteps ghost over the floor. She knows her efforts are in vain; he must've heard the click of her door opening, but it felt sacrilegious to stomp over in an estate teeming with revenants.

She comes to a standstill outside his door, heart awake and thrashing. He could probably hear it through the wood, no barrier fortified to the aching of her heart to be a plaything in his hands again. But he waits, lets her settle on going to him or turning away.

She knocks lightly.

‘Come in.’ His voice, smooth and even, with the barest drops of an emotion she couldn't identify, sends a trickle of reassurance down her chest.

Ominous that the creaking of the door is, when Lane peers inside, gingerly stepping past the threshold like an inexperienced thief, Cain is whole and unhurt, lips curving up as salve to her twinging unease. Her heart finally rests.

As relief streams through her blood, her eyes cascade down his figure intently. Silvery fabric molds to his skin, translucent where pearls of water trickle from the damp ends of his hair. Black slacks cling enticingly to his thighs, every slight shift flaunting the statuesque lines of his body. His wings flare, serrated edges silhouetted by daylight, a personal sunset.

Her eyes widen. Cain, who was watching her riveted gaze with a touch of satisfaction pulling up the corner of his mouth, interjected smoothly. ‘It's not mine. A spawn was found close to city lines.’

‘Is that what you were busy with all morning?’ She asks, alarm fading into distraction. Blood lashed against white wings, macabre and ethereal. Offsetting, Lane thinks, no, enhancing temptation, disoriented by her own strange desires.

‘Yes.’ His voice dips, softness melting it. ‘Were you alone for long?’

‘No,’ she answers absentmindedly, eyes transfixed to the startlingly intimate sight of his bare feet. Unarmoured like this, without the chainmail of his condescending sneer and paradoxical words, he seems closer than ever. Like she would only need to reach out for her fingertips to graze soft skin and sculpted muscle, obscured to the rest by shadows and secrets.

Appeased, he turns to the side, pushing back his drenched sleeves around his elbow. Only then does the room start to come together in snatches. Clothes strewn across the carpeted floor, his jacket a bloodied heap by the balcony, transponder thrown on the bedside table. A basin with murky water seated on the dresser, a rag dangling haphazardly from it. Precise to him, messy to others. Not unlike the owner himself, she thinks.

Satisfied with her appraisal, she peeks over at him. Leaning over the basin, rag coiled loosely around his hand, he looks half sunken in a dream. Only the rustling of his wings betray his restlessness.

Her spine is yanked straight by a part of her, a phantom cerebrum spawned to gauge and dissect every shift in his body and every quirk of his mouth. Cain would never allow himself to be so absent. Her heart screeches with alarm, and her mind reluctantly allows the theatrics, admitting the oddness of his behavior.

‘Cain?’ she calls quietly.

Regret follows almost immediately. At the most inopportune moment, she realizes she has no idea how to proceed when he responds. Cain has always taken care of her in his own absurd way, the experience irksome even as the memory fills her empty soul with sunlight. But Lane could hardly care for herself, much less an immortal.

His lashes flutter, moth wings skimming his skin as he blinks out of his daze. ‘Sorry, I was lost in thought.’ His eyes clear, latches clicking shut inside him. ‘I should clean my wings.’ They flick, avouching his words. ‘Not exactly the amorous activity you were envisioning, I'm sure.’

Her eyes narrow but they cannot lance metal. He meets her scouring gaze with calculated repose. His shoulders sink, memories imploding within, then return to their usual assured set, dust settling in the span of a blink.

Only a second, but it's enough for Lane to pry at the chips in his marmoreal mask. She sighs softly as slivers of his bare face come into view. He's… tired. So, so tired. Abandoned by heaven, shunned by earth, untouchable on his altar of divinity. Angel, priest, soldier. Beautiful as a statue, but who dares to touch him? Who can he hold?

Sensing the weight of her thoughts, he straightens imperceptibly, shuttering off any weakness.

Even now, after hurting and helping and licking their wounds, they still hesitate, circling each other like sharks scenting blood, the instinct to hurt before getting hurt honed and layered like second skin, excruciating to rip off. But they can't keep holding onto an infected limb that devours the rest of the body. Years of violent instinct wars with a fragile, blossoming ache.

The words spill out of her lips, noxious blood evanescing, her first breath without her own violence pressing down on her sweet and fresh. ‘Let me help.’

His eyes snap back to hers and lock their gazes. Narrowed, assessing, wary, they're as entrancing as ever. He sighs, the same side emerging victorious in him. ‘I'll give you a chance to back out. I'm warning you now that your arms will ache for the next week.’

‘I won't come complaining to you,’ she says dryly, the secret curve of his mouth sending a flurry of warmth through her.

He follows her lead, effortlessly carrying the basin to an empty spot in the center of the room, sunlight casting the illusion of warmth on the rug. He sets it down and folds himself into a cross-legged posture, somehow elegant even while sitting on the floor.

Lane follows suit, kneeling behind him on the plush carpet. She ties her hair back into a loose knot and pulls back her sleeves, goosebumps arising on her exposed skin immediately. She shivers, body noting the frigidity of his room while she herself is enraptured by the angel.

This close to him, the diaphanous material of his shirt coyly divulges flashes of his body. The slope of his shoulder blade. A channel down his lower back. The sylphlike curve of his waist. Lane exhales slowly, expelling the need to touch him and trace his skin. The intoxicating heat radiating off him doesn't abate the desire to drape herself over his back and see what he'd do.

‘Having second thoughts? Maybe your delicate arms hurt already?’

She rolls her eyes, abruptly breaking through for air. The same person who tenderly drowns her in the thick, languid ocean of desire also hauls her out of it with his infuriating quips.

He slides the basin over to her in reparation.

Experimentally dipping her fingers into the basin, she sighs with relief at the lukewarm water. She dunks the rag in, drenches it, and pauses, water dripping rhythmically onto the floor, lapped up by the carpet. How sensitive are his wings? She remembers the library incident with a quivering in her stomach, the idea of her touch making him still heady more than any wine or pomegranate juice. How hard can she use the rag on them?

His voice is glazed with amusement. ‘This feels familiar. Now is the time to ask me if I'm gloating.’

That settles it. ‘Why should I when I know the answer?’ she replies as she presses the rag to the base of his wing agonizingly gently. He jerks, the beginnings of a low gasp escaping past his teeth before he quiets, wings flaring.

Lane bites her lip to rein in a smirk, throat going dry at the noise and where else she'd like to hear it, again and again.

‘Have it your way, then. Is this payback for that time in the library?’ he retorts, shoulders unnaturally tense.

‘What do you mean?’ she says lightly, carefully moving the rag from the base to the top. His wings rustle and flick, but settle quietly.

A light laugh floats through the air, melding seamlessly with this impossible afternoon.

Cain stays quiet as she works her way through the large expanse, occasionally trembling as she grazes certain spots. She makes mental notes of them, for future reference. Or for leverage.

Her nose wrinkles as she nears the tip of his wing. Spawn gore clumps to the feathers, a sickly sweet smell emanating from the blood.

Cain almost whirls around at her first cough. ‘I'll deal with the rest. You've done enough.’

She waves him off. Before she could think it over again, her hand cups his shoulder, turning him away. A tremor goes through her at her boldness, the heat of his muscle and bone against her fingers warming her entire arm.

‘You reek,’ she says airily, only to douse the incalescence of his gaze, burning her more than his skin as she touched him like she had the right to.

‘Who came to whose room?’

A gradual undoing, Lane watches as her own hands cast magic, turning back time, water swilling blood from his wings, leaching them pure and white.

She retraces her path, returning to the base of his wings where stubborn flecks of blood linger on the feathers. Faltering for just a second, she discards the rag. Her fingers, a gentler heir, glide over the plumage, outsing sanguine settlers.

Cain arches like a cat, allowing himself a muffled moan before rebounding, curving into her. A shuddering breath is the only movement she shows. His back barely brushes her front, the faint contact sparking a riot in her head, one side chanting lean in close, closer, the other pull away I can't breathe anymore.

As the sun drops lower into the sky, in tandem he sinks lower onto her, the silky strands of his hair chilling her chin, the weight of his body warm and comforting. His initial wariness washed away with the blood, he's as cozy and relaxed as a housecat dozing in a patch of sunlight.

Disappointment unfurls petals inside her chest as the last of the blood is wiped away, wings gleaming in the sunlight. Enveloped by him, his body, his scent; sweet and faintly musky, entirely him with the effect it had of wanting to fall headlong into his lies, time has no meaning. The world waiting with ravenous jaws holds no importance when he's quiet and boneless in her arms.

‘Cain?’ she whispers, unsure if he's awake.

‘Hmm?’

Her toes curl into the carpet. His usual liquid smooth voice has been rendered low and thick, drowsiness dipping his tone.

She hesitates. Is it worth jolting him from his place against her—as it should be, her heart croons— for her selfish desire of wanting to look at him?

Ironically, it's her indecision that awakens him, alertness seeping back in. He slips out of her hold, a gentle thief escaping into the night, and turns to face her. ‘What is it?’ he asks, traces of worry playing in his voice.

I wish I could look at you when I want to without searching for an excuse. I wish you would keep being near to me. I want you to keep seeing me.

‘Nothing,’ she bites out, frustrated with herself, eyes catching on an anomaly in the blinding purity of snow. ‘There's dried blood crusted in your hair.’

He sighs, mindlessly patting his hair, completely missing the spot.

‘Let me,’ she interrupts quietly, pieces falling into place, desire breathing her wishes to life.

He eyes her curiously. Whatever he finds makes his mouth twitch and obediently lower his head, submitting to the ministrations of her fingers. A thrill fires through her like an arrow. She quite likes the idea of him bowed and hazy-eyed in front of her.

Her fingers ease into silken strands, white and gold playing on her skin. They trail unwillingly, longing to linger and straighten the wisps hanging over his eyes for him. She flicks the rusty flakes off, careful to not tug at the strands.

Hyperaware of every steady inhale and exhale of his, her own breathing wavers, growing shallow. She attempts to veer her attention back to his hair, instead of the proximity of her chest to his face, when his arm curves around her waist, long fingers splaying out, burning her from rib to hip.

Before she could steady herself to this, him, his thumb traces the jut of her rib. All coherent thought dissipates. Heat whirls up her insides. His fingers trail teasingly over the curve of her waist before stilling on her hip, and she wishes with sudden, fervent clarity that he would play on her skin. Be so familiar to him that he would reach for her to ease his restlessness, her hipbone echoing his music, instead of an undeserving slab of wood.

‘Your knees must hurt. Sit.’ He sounds from below her, words almost breathed into her throat. His voice lowers, a surrender just between them. ‘I can bow down for you.’

She lowers her eyes to his. A misstep. Hazy from sleep, sharp in the corners, sunlight sands down his usual jagged gaze and wicked smirk, turning him into a visage of heaven. Angelic, she thinks for the first time since she awoke to him, both at the rift and at the estate.

Cain has always been inhumanely beautiful from the moment she saw him glowing like an impossible mirage amidst blood and snow, but his beauty is almost unbearable now that she's seen the planes of that same untouchable face contort in anger, slacken in tiredness, soften in fondness. Every feature has been slashed into her mind since their first meeting, but he's a mystery she'll never tire of. She studies each detail with the same fascination as the first time.

Gold clings to every lash with the devotion of the sea returning to sand. Dawn rises in his eyes, the only place where she looks forward to sunrise. Cheekbones like cliffs, sweetpea pink lips. Twin moles wink at her from below his eye and cheek, a taunt mirrored in his eyes: What will you do now?

He tilts his head up, her hand that lay forgotten in his hair sliding down like rain. Brow bone, cheekbone, till the base of her palm curves against his jaw.

She's holding his face in her hand. What will you do now?

Her eyes hesitatingly find his again. The same eyes that speared into her being, trying to unravel her before she could undo him, that held and kept all his secrets, now betray him and look at her with undisguised tenderness. His gaze is the only mirror she can stand to look at herself anymore, her callousness and apathy smoothed over by his affection.

She loops her free arm around his neck, feeling his shoulders tense in surprise. In no reality will she come out of this unscathed. But would it be worth being hurt by these same hands that hold so gently?

Her eyes flit to his lips. Oh, but it would be worth being condemned to hell by this mouth. His lips part, luring her in before the din of doors slamming and a chorus of intermingling voices shatters their retreat.

Lane is off the floor and three feet away from him before he could even blink. His tenderness ripples into a scowl. His eyes glint a lurid red as he rises to his feet.

‘I should go,’ she says hastily, impatient to curse every member of the squad and then pore over every second of this afternoon before it dissipates like a dream.

‘And where are you rushing off to?’ he asks, notes of ire lurking in his voice.

She raises an eyebrow. ‘My room. I don't think the General will be pleased about me spending quality time with you instead of working.’

His mouth curls in derision. ‘If Dmitry's concern is incompetence, you're the least of his problems.’

His tone gives her pause. The second she tilts her head, his cool nonchalance snaps back into place, clicking shut with the finality of a lock.

‘I'll get going,’ she echoes before her heart could rope her into some foolish scheme. ‘Will you go to sleep now?’

‘Yes.’ He pauses, eyes sliding to her, lingering on her exposed collarbone. His voice lowers, softens, a snake coiling around flesh and she feels his words like he whispered them onto her skin. ‘Will you miss this opening?’

Her heart jolts. He can't possibly be…?

‘To watch me sleep again.’ He tilts his head innocuously, the effect offset by his growing smirk. ‘What were you thinking?’

Entirely unhelpfully, her mind bestows her with a visual. She thinks of him asleep, cheek pillowed by his arm, lashes casting needle-thin shadows, his ever-furrowed brows relaxed and a physical burn flares to life under her ribs.

She knits her brow in irritation, saving face too late, hastening to leave. The Cain who curved into her like the moon, who she'd christened angelic had fallen asleep, dreaming in some crevice of his mind. The one who stands in front of her, challenge highlighted in every plane of his face, is familiar, familiar and dangerous, familiar in a sense that she could hardly guess his next thought.

Just as her hand wraps around the door handle, she senses his searing presence behind her. Her body reacts instinctively, gearing up. Cain sends all of her emergency responses into overdrive, fight, flight, and fight speeding and crashing at the junction of her mind. All thoughts come to a screeching halt, leaving only expectant silence, air thrumming with possibilities. A discordant note or a lilting melody?

His fingers curl around her wrist, a gossamer touch. He lowers his head while raising her wrist, night falling as the moon rises to meet as a sunset, as a kiss. His cool breath snakes across her skin, travelling the course set by her veins, the faint brushes of his lips blissful torture.

A marionette in his hands, he angles her wrist to his mouth, setting the stage. The first act: the bite of his teeth against her pulse.

Her shoulders seize and she bites her lip, the blooming pain-pleasure shoving a gasp back inside her mouth. He presses, so gently, an invisible divot to savor and linger over at night, an ephemeral mark of him on her skin.

Can he feel her hand trembling? Her knees will give out if he continues.

In answer, in tender defiance, he scrapes his teeth across her pulse point, shrapnel and velvet, mouth feverishly hot, teeth deliciously sharp. Her spine jerks, pulled by his strings, aching to lean against his body. A low noise escapes her before she could haul it inside.

He halts, knowing when to coax with hardly a look, pulling her along to freefall into desire, another line they can never uncross, and when to let her be. He presses a full kiss to soothe her skin, before the curtain falls with a delicate graze of his lips over the faded cut on her palm.

He pulls back and she blinks as the world rushes in, both the celebrated principal actress and the dazed, breathless audience. He lowers her wrist gently, fingers falling away like the night. ‘Thank you,’ he says quietly with no trace of the smugness she was expecting.

She could hardly remember what she replied or how she stole away into the hallway. Half her mind still trembling in that room with him, the other half lazily waking up from a pleasant dream, she muses as she stumbles to her room.

The weight of the emptiness in her soul is always lurking, always ready to drag her into nothingness. Being around others only seems to chip away the remnants of her soul clinging to her insides; their strained laughter, easy anger and human hope shattered mirror shards reflecting the humanity long gouged out of her. You are not like us. Each irregular mosaic amplified till the message was deafening. You are not like us!

But as she stood in the hallway, vision golden with dust motes swirling around in a lazy waltz in the ballroom of sunlight, her soul is… silent. Not clamoring in its depleted state, begging to find its stolen half and fill it up. Cain's mere presence lifts this particular veil of half death, making her heart pumping in lazy disinterest startle awake, having to work overtime to make up for her lungs slacking.

Though she was the one who wished to lighten his burden today, it seemed he was imbuing her with his own life force with every touch. A thirst for life, and just not survival, gasped for air within her, only to see him again, to touch him again and make him tremble.

The corner of her mouth twitches as she turns the handle.

She has to find a way to get him back for that kiss.

[tuliptired]

hi! could you write anymore little looks at a humanities ta!reader x egon in college?

Do Wah Diddy Diddy

Pairing: Egon Spengler/Gn!Ta!Reader

Warnings: Reader is drunk for most of it

The egon/reader tag is so barren ;( Why nobody else dressed like a slut tonight?

INSANELY better formatting on Ao3!

 Egon left his lab, surprisingly, stressed. His major didn´t often stretch him too thin, he knew what he was doing and how to do it best, but it was just that time of year. Lots of work, and not a lot of time to do it. He always managed, with lots of coffee and little sleep, it was just a fact of academia.

The outside world reflected the inside ecosystem of his fellow students, buzzing with life and blazingly hot. Plagued by the heated air trying to cling to the classroom, you cracked a few windows open as you taught in place of the absent professor. This wasn't out of the ordinary- the man trusted you enough to run a class, and you ran it like a natural, admittedly. But today was a little strained, your daily seminar not getting to the level of intensity it usually did. Egon would’ve made a comment on it as he got the last word in, but he decided against it. While you were a TA, there was more emphasis on the “A” in times like these, evident in how you scoured through notes for other classes when you had a spare minute.

They worked independently, before you lifted your head out of a notebook, one of many fans blowing some of your hair off of your forehead. You glanced at the clock, before quickly setting up a projector and unboxing a handful of identical, thick books.

“Big assignment,” you started, a few complaints sounding from the students, “it wasn’t even me this time, blame Mr. Coulms.” 

He left the lecture room in a worse mood than he entered it, the thick tome under his arm. A play. He was a great reader- he could read each edition of Tobin's Spirit guide cover to cover in an hour if he was looking to cite something. Scientific journals were light entertainment to him. But plays? You actually had to dissect a play. To dissect it, you had to read it- well. 

He leaned against a bookcase, in the not-leaning-but-leaning way that he does, so as not to disturb the books. He would be searching for something like Ray was, crouched on the ground and investigating the bottom shelf, but he wasn’t in the mood, glaring at the text he was given before placing it on an empty shelf beside him. 

They were tucked away in the basement of the Public Library- it was one of the few places that they could ask for books about harnessing pure protonic energy and campfire stories of the 30’s without being looked at weird. Peter messed with the straps of his bag, ready to go and saying so for the 3rd time.

“In a minute, Peter.” Ray placed a few books next to him, searching for the right one that happened to be inconveniently smaller than the one’s surrounding it. He looked up at Egon sympathetically. 

“I’m sorry, Spengs. But I did this one in high school, and it was a lot of fun!” His optimism was cut short as the rest of the books along the wood fall towards the middle like dominos. 

“It won’t be hard, Egon. Do the voices.’ Peter procured a rubix cube from his bag. Egon seriously didn’t know why he carried it around, as it was never once solved.

Ray fumbled with the books as he tried to Dewey-Decimal their placements in his head. “I’ll help. Just, uh…” He looked around at the mess he made. “Can you look around for ‘Ghastly Apparitions of the Appalachian’? We’re gonna need it, too.” Egon only nodded, eager to clear his head a bit. He remembered the author well enough, weaving through aisles to find the proper section. 

He didn’t make it far, there was a reshelving cart in his way, his feet coming to a halt. As he looked up from the roller, you were standing there, hands on your hips. 

“Doesn’t look like you’re studying very hard.”

He sighed a puff of air out his nose, as you peered over his shoulder. You saw two men on the ground, grabbing handfuls of discarded books. “And your friends are messing up my hard work.”

He glanced back at the men, then back at you. “Is there anywhere you don’t work?” He didn’t intend to be in a confrontational mood this afternoon, but a bad class will do that to you.

You pointed to a pin on your chest, which read your name in small print under ‘BOOKKEEPER’.

 “Nope. How many people do you know have a gold plated name tag?”

“Waste collectors and prison guards.”

“Did you need a book? Because you’re in the library?”

He had his hands resting on the handle of the cart, not noticing until you dragged it to the side, taking away the partition between you. “Ghastly Apparitions of the Appalachian by Gregory Lederer.” He expected you to not know what he was talking about, and stand there dumbfounded. But you pushed past him, making your way to the “L” aisle of the General Knowledge section.

Your eyes scanned the spines of various options. “I don’t remember this play taking place in Appalachia,” you moved on to the next row. He followed you like a dog, unsure of what to do while you helped him.

“It’s personal. Scientific.” 

“The title’s a little oxymoronic, then, no?” You finally found it, examining the covers quizzically.

As he reached out for the book, you pulled your hand back. Egon wanted to be annoyed, but it wasn’t in him.

“Actually read the play. Do the voices.” Your own voice had the tone of someone trying to reason with a child. He reached his hand out, again, and you placed the book into his palm, conceding. 

Though you had a modest smile, Egon couldn’t help notice your tired look, under eyes darkening despite your efforts otherwise. He could understand, this was a hard time for everyone, no matter their field. Before he could show you his commiseration, against his better judgment, you let the book go limp in his grasp, passing by him with a small “see you, Mr. Spengler”.

Peter appeared in his line of sight amongst the maze of shelves, as Egon stood dumbly. A voice told him to “clean up my basement” as he passed by.

“It appears we’re not wanted here. Let’s go, Egon.”

When it was officially late, you sat in your dorm, finally having time to sit and work. You had to skip a proper lunch, mindlessly putting a baby carrot in your mouth every 10 minutes as you snuck a binder under your desk at the Public Library. By the time you were on your bed, feverishly taking notes, checking notes, and reading notes, you were barely halfway done with your studying itinerary. This week was sufficiently kicking your butt, to say the least.

The door opened and shut, revealing your roommate, Christine, setting her bag down on the chair nearby. You barely verbally acknowledged her, looking for a specific page in your textbook. She gave you a once over, before making her way to the fridge, but unable to stop taking you in. 

“Did you hear what I said?” Christine asked you, skeptical.

“Don’t think so-” Page 392.

She poured herself a glass of something, eyeing you as she did. “I said, you need to relax a bit.”

That was easy for her to say. As much as you appreciated her and her companionship, all Christine did was relax. Still, your flow was disturbed, and you reluctantly put your materials down.

She continued now that she had your attention. “You don’t hang out anymore. It’s Friday.” She crosses to stand in front of your spot on the bed, effectively tapping you in the conversation.

“There’s some guys in my advertising class throwing-” You can tell what’s coming next, and you shimmy past her as she exclaims in protest.  

“Come on,” she follows you around, nearly pleading with you. You sighed, stopping as she leaned up behind you. It wasn’t that you didn’t like fun, or being with friends- parties just stopped being your scene a few semesters ago. How’s that for maturity?

“I’m telling you like I’ve told you a million times before. That’s just not my domain.” Christine spun you around, intent on not giving up until you caved.

“You guys always get drunk, then you get pissed, then I’m dragging you home and helping you puke it all up.” She rolled her eyes.

“We’ll only have a little- and,” she pointed an accusatory finger to your chest, “to be fair, you wouldn’t have to do all that if you drank a little yourself.”

You pointed the same finger back at her. “So we can all puke together? What a fun night.”

Christine made the sign of the cross then, pointed her fingers to the sky virtuously. “I swear on my life; we’ll know when to stop.” When she opened her eyes, you still weren’t convinced.

“Pleeeease? If it’s lame, we’ll leave and rent a video and get a pizza. But you might have fun.” She looked at you with those big blue eyes, and it took all of your strength to resist. She pleaded with you again, until you finally broke, covering your ears.

You groaned dramatically. “Alright, fine, fine. I’ll go to your stupid frat party and get smashed on cheap beer.” Christine cheered, making her way over to the phone. 

“I’ll call Dean and Lisa and-” you flopped back onto your bed. Staring at your long forgotten work, you wondered if this was the right choice. 

Egon read the line, waiting patiently for Ray to respond from the copy he borrowed himself, as the man read for all other 11 characters of the play. It was about two rulers from warring countries forced to live together in a dungeon, but he just couldn’t grasp what was so special about that. It was late into the night, the dorm only illuminated by a few lamps and the little bit of light pouring in from under the door. After hours of trying to evade it, both men had only made a small dent in the long drama.

Ray pushed his reading glasses up. “You need more conviction, Egon, I don’t feel like your wife right now.” Egon closed his copy, putting his forehead in his hand against his desk.

“I don’t think this is working.”

“Are you doing improv? ‘Of course it’s not working, you-”

“No, Raymond. This book isn’t working.” Egon slid it away from him, the bright red cover hurting his eyes, and his pride.

Ray looked sad for his friend, taking off his glasses. “The only way to do it is to read. I’m sorry.” He tossed his book onto his bed. “But we can take a break. Whaddya wanna do?”

Egon remembered it was Friday, the day most young adults would use to unwind. He reached into the drawer beneath him, emerging with a miniature Tesla coil Ray had fashioned.

“You read my mind, Spenges!”

The two men were engrossed with messing around with it, placing numerous objects on and around the transformer- granted that any other flammable or conducive thing they owned was moved out of the way. As Ray teased the sparks with a pencil, he suddenly recalled something, eyes flashing and wide as he dropped the writing utensil.

“Peter has my car!” He grabbed each side of his head, almost comically as he could picture it- a nice, clean Camaro being trashed by beer and bodily fluids.

Ray was just short of spiraling, stuck on either racing down to the party himself or bawling in the spinny chair. “I’d go there myself- and strangle the life out of him,” he nearly wept, covering his eyes.

Egon let his eyes shut, before willinging himself to his feet. He’d never, ever associate with any sort of party, let alone one at a fraternity. But Ray loved that car, his dad’s graduation gift to him that’s been his pride and joy since freshman year. His friend barely even drove it around, afraid to raise the mileage too much. He didn’t doubt Ray’s conviction, or ability, to show it to Peter for going against his wishes, but the engineer was in hot water with the hosting students. One complicated party trick gone wrong, and the front lawn was ablaze quicker than he could control the little ball of plasma. It was their sophomore year, but he still wasn’t welcome near the block of brownstones he managed to devalue.

“Thank you, Egon, I promise I’ll repay you,” Ray’s eyes were glossy with tears as he pressed his face impossibly close to the glass of the window, trying to spot his baby driving somewhere down the street.

Time lessened the heat, Egon thought to himself. It was dark, but not a long walk off campus and a block or two away from the party. It wasn’t hard to find it, either- the music was loud and the bacchanal activities spilled out onto the street and into neighboring yards. No sign of the car. He wrinkled his nose. In the last stretch of freshman year, Peter tried convincing him and Ray to join a fraternity, rattling off a laundry list of reasons that it’d be a thrilling experience for the trio. He was obviously unsuccessful, and dropped the idea when he realized that it’d be hard to make friends in the already tight knit community. 

Egon didn’t dare touch the doorknob, evading people lounging on the stoop as he entered the large house after someone, using his foot to keep the door open. It smelt strongly of booze in the hot, dimly lit apartment, music still blaring from an unknown source. Not to mention the hazy smoke that was billowing through the air, hard to avoid with his height, much like the sounds of two people making out behind the couch. Infection central. How were all these people still going this late? He had to step over the passed out body of some guy without a shirt to get to the kitchen. 

As he stepped from the carpeted area to the tiled floor, arms quickly wrapped around his middle. His head snapped down, and there you were, head buried in his chest.

“Hi, Egon,” you smiled sweetly up at him, eyes glazed over and voice syrupy, not as precise as you made sure it was. He blinked a few times, noticing not only your shoes standing on his, but the fact you called him by his first name.

“Hi.” He reveled in the confusion, before pulling you away from him, gently. “Have you seen Peter? Peter Venkman?”

You thought about it, before the memory flashed back into your recollection. “Dr. Love? He left with my friend Christine.” Your voice slurred the words “left” and “with”, the same way Ray did when he was so smashed he couldn’t stand. Junior year was a sight to behold. 

He remembered how he handled drunken Ray, noting how warm your shoulders were under his fingers. “You’ve been drinking?�� He asked despite himself. Being a gentleman was above personal vendetta. It was odd, seeing you dressed like this, out of the professional attire you took pride in every day. Your ability to pick clothes with an anal retentiveness rivals even him- the only college student in a pressed dress shirt, a sweater vest, and slacks. 

“Like, one or five. Itsfine, I’mfine,” you waved your hands around dismissively, before placing them over Egon’s. “I didn’t know you could party, Egie.” He ignored the heat that stung the muscles in his cheeks.

“I don’t.” He went along with it as you started swaying the two of you back and forth lightly. “Did you come with any other friends?”

You went silent, thinking again. It was evidently hard to think and sway, and you eventually fell back into him, unable to keep your balance. “DeanandLisa went to get…food. And they told me to stay here. So I took’a nap.” You nodded to yourself.

“When?”

You couldn’t answer. He peeked sideways at the clock- 3:19. Wherever your friends went, they weren’t going to be back for a long time. 

Your arms were still around him, head back on his chest as his hands hovered over you, awkwardly. It was barely audible, but you were mumbling along to the song playing throughout the rest of the house. He should’ve felt a smug pride, watching you who were once so confident drool on yourself, stumble over your words, and paw at him, but he couldn’t. Egon felt a lash of guilt at the idea of leaving you behind, telling Ray that Peter was long gone, and going to bed. You were obviously inebriated- with no friends and too juiced to know not to sleep on the floor, he couldn’t just let you stay in this dump. 

That’s how he ended up herding you out the door, but not before you stumbled about the apartment, saying good night to everyone. He was on your heels as you banged on a socked-bedroom door, bidding whoever was on the other side farewell, but he wasn’t quick enough before you were shouting your goodbyes down the stairwell of the basement. For being wasted, you were surprisingly fast. He finally got you outside, the skin under his fingers actually cooling as you left the cramped party.

“I didn’t take you to be a party-person,” he confessed, hand on the small of your back to stop you from running across the street to greet the cat staring you down.

“I’m- wait,” you did in fact run, having to kick off your shoes for efficiency before bending down rather ungracefully to pet the feline like a child would, fingers splayed and pushing its ears back unintentionally. He watched on as you skipped back to the sidewalk, grabbing a street sign for stability when you reached him.

“I’m not,” you resumed as he steered you on. “But- it was Christine! She showed me her’fake eyelash…es and convinced me!” You looked to him to share your disbelief as you told the story, shoes waving around as you moved your hands. “I’couldn’t say no!”

Egon found himself smiling. “I have a roommate very similar.” You were surprisingly easier to talk to when drunk. He wasn’t burning up, or scrambling for his words like he normally did when you teased him, making the scientist detest you more and more for your ability to confuse him. His thoughts ceased, as you got closer to campus, but walking with increasing difficulty.

It was when he had to catch you before tripping over yourself that he swallowed his inhibitions, wrapping a hand under you. He wasn’t the strongest out there, maybe even a little weak, but he could support your weight until you reached home. As you let out a small noise of surprise though, he felt a primitive sense of manliness, your figure pressed to his in a bridal carry.

“Soooo strong.” You praised him, voice trailing off as you let your head hit his shoulder. He had to remind himself that you were drunk, none of this really meant anything. You’d wake up, and decide to torment him after taking an aspirin. His grip weakened as his smile did.

“Don’t drop’me,” your hands clawed at the fabric of his shirt, and he adjusted his hold.

“I won’t,” he watched you close your eyes, face content. “I won’t.”

 You were halfway back to the dormitory. He could feel you stirring, looking down and finding your eyes fixed on the night sky. 

“What’s up there?”

“Ursa Major.” You pointed lazily.

“That’s a plane.”

You stiffened in his arms. “No, it’s’not. I know this. It’s the bear.” You managed to cross your arms over yourself while in his hold. He felt bad, provoking you while inebriated. 

“Then it’s the bear.”

“Put me down,” you hit him on the chest a few times, willing him to reluctantly place you on your own two feet. You shook off his attempts at still holding you, intent on trying to make it home on your own. You stormed off along the path, nearly veering off into the grass.

“Where are you going?” He couldn’t hide the concern behind his voice, trying to keep up with you as you took on a sudden irritation towards him.

“Home.” You kept your pace, before slowing, battling something in behind your eyes in your drunken state. “You think I’m dumb.” Egon stopped in his tracks in a moment, before walking behind you again.

“That’s not true,” he said simply, throwing away his feud with you when sober. He thought of you as one of the smartest people he knew. And you managed to make him look like a mere child while baring your smile at him.

“Maybe I’like being drunk,” you retorted to no one in front of you. As you slowed, so did Egon, watching on as you looked on down the dim, street lamp lit path. When he followed your gaze, he saw nothing but the darkness of night ahead of him. Suddenly, you fell forward, uncaring and weightless. He wasn’t quick enough to catch you, heart dropping to his toes before you simply rolled over onto your back. Your knees were scraped, rapidly drying blood mixing with the gravel and dust of the ground over your lacerated skin. Before he could worry too much about it, you merely laughed, full of glee as your eyes were transfixed on the stars, arms out like you were a star yourself. 

You passed out pretty quick after that, a little heavier in his arms. To say Egon was uneasy was an understatement, but at least you were out for a bit. He struggled to get the door to the building open, and even more so getting up to your dormitory floor, only narrowly avoiding hitting your head against a door frame every so often. Taking a quick look at the plates on each door, he was relieved at finding your surname printed on one. After a few discreet knocks, however, no one opened up, either passed out themselves or simply not home. Searching for solutions, he sighed, again, gently laying you against the baseboards. It wasn’t his most elegant idea, but it’d have to do as he reached in his pocket for a pad and paper. He simply scribbled the words “Passed out, sleeping in 244. Please pick up when you get home.” Pressing it in the space between the room number and the wood, he picked you up for the third time and made the trek back to his own place.

You looked peaceful, as Egon decided on putting you in Ray’s bed, alcohol and cotton pads ready. Ray wasn’t home himself- and it’d be unbecoming of him to put you in his own. He hummed to himself, your current state reminding him of the deuteragonist in the play you gave him. They were affluent and sybaritic, imprisoned while drunk and jovial, to the aggravation of the protagonist, tied to tradition and analytical. He hoped that whoever you were in chains with took the liberty of cleaning your open wounds like he did. 

Apparently, the sting of disinfectant is enough to rouse the unconscious awake, as the liquid being pressed to your skin made you jolt back to the present, sucking in air between your teeth and nearly kneeing him in the nose. You rushed to sit up as properly as you could, bringing your legs to your chest.

“What’re you doing?” The pain must’ve been worse in this state. He suddenly felt very, very bad about not waiting until you were awake to take care of it, but he remembered that you couldn’t make proper decisions for yourself like this. He wet another pad, though warily. Who was Egon to say that he could make proper decisions for you, sober or otherwise?

He approached you gently, showing you his materials. “Sanitizing. It could get infected.” Maybe that was a bit overzealous, but germs love untreated, open flesh.

You calmed, letting your legs dangle over the bedside again, the exaggerated idea of losing a leg scarier than the cleaning agent in his hand. “Oh.” He figured you were sobering up, even by a bit, from the way your words slurred less and you clung Ray’s blanket to yourself, night’s activities catching up with your tired body. You looked around as he worked quickly, taking in the room.

“You’re messy.” Egon raised his eyebrows once at that, prepping another pad.

“We’re scientists. And Peter.” He could hear you laugh weakly above him. It felt nice, to make you feel nice. Egon felt oddly at ease, on his knees, cleaning you up- as dubious as it sounded. He moved on to your other leg, remembering your situation. “Would you like to stay here? Your friends aren’t home.”

Silence as he wiped away the grime. Your voice sounded again. “A sleepover.”

He resisted a yawn, letting it escape through his nose before catching sight of the clock. “Sure.”

You didn’t say anything else. Better for him- he was sure you didn’t have a key and he was a terrible locksmith. You were leaning back on your hands.

“My doctor.”

He bit back the smile and blush that spread over his face with a clench of his jaw. You were still drunk, no matter how coherent. And wrong. “Not yet a doctor.” He was done bandaging both your injuries some time ago.

“Doctor Egon,” you drew out the word, giggling to yourself. He’d let it slide, this time. Misused titles were disdainful in academia. But he supposed being a stickler didn’t matter so much, now.

Eventually, he rose to his feet, eyes honing in to a surface level scratch on your cheek from the fall. He held your jaw lighty, thumb careful to not graze too much over it. It wasn’t severe, but he assumed you’d prefer to not have a deep scar there for the entirety of the summer to come. He thought about summer. He’d be here, on an internship, while you’d be away, probably away with your friends again. You’d get drunk, seemingly trusting the people around you far too much until you’re hurt- worse than you are now. Whatever meathead you’d spent the night with wouldn’t know first aid if it was thrown at him. Egon soaked in his jealousy, eyebrows falling over his eyes, before coming back to his senses, soaking one more piece of cotton and gently tapping it to your face, a small adhesive placed to protect it. 

“Kiss to make it better?” He let go of your face, moving to the kitchen sink to wash his hands as you giggled to yourself again. It was awfully late, now.

“You should get some sleep,” he dried his hands off. He would miss you, but time was the only fool-proof remedy- and daylight was quickly approaching.

“No fun,” you complained, but you still settled into Ray’s bed, pulling the comforter around yourself. He contemplated what to do, get into his own bed or just wait for you to sleep instead. You rolled over to face him.

“Are you sure you don’t want my help with the play? I’m not supposed to, though. But I can do the voices.” Right. The play. He eyed the book, forgotten about in the corner of his desk.

“I’d rather you rest.” 

“You should sleep, too.” He could tell you were fighting your own exhaustion. He pulled out his chair, moving Ray’s coil to the side to make work of his assignment again. 

“I’d rather you did, first.” He opened to the page he left off on.

“Egon.” You sounded scarily sober. He turned in his seat to face you.

You freed yourself from the blanket a bit. “You’re tired. You always look tired.” Another state of inebriation was taking hold of you. Maudlin. You were drunk. It didn’t mean anything.

He chewed at the inner part of his bottom lip before speaking again. “You’re very stressed. And you’re going to wake up feeling like hell.” He searched for the right words to convince you to let yourself go. “I’ll sleep too, and we can talk to each other in our dreams.” A little ridiculous, but it’s not the craziest thing he’s said to a tippler.

The hammered part of you was contemplating it, before you smiled and nodded. Before he went back to his work, you called for him one more time.

“Egon?”

“Yes?”

“I need a lullaby.” You had the same devilish, teasing look in your eye as you did when you were sober. He looked around in confusion as you looked towards him expectantly, before he surrendered, winding up a small snow globe that Peter kept out, even in Spring. As it played, you shook your head.

“No, sing the one by Manfred Mann.” He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it over your head as you laughed uncontrollably to yourself.

“Goodnight.”

Egon had fallen asleep over his book some time later. As he came to, he looked back, hopeful to still see you, sleeping soundly. His hope faltered as he took in the empty space, neither his roommates returned or your spot on Ray’s bed filled in by your shape. There was a strange emptiness in his chest, knowing you were gone in a matter of hours. The only proof of your presence was the used bottle of isopropyl in the corner of his desk.

His breath slowed, light of the early morning burning into his eyes as he slowly rose out of his chair. Walking off, not sure if he was going to shower, or eat, or what, he noticed a small paper on the pillow. He picked it up, wondering if it would disappear in his hands.

“Thank you, Doctor.” He folded it back. You were drunk. It didn’t mean anything. But he still smiled.

[dominoblues]

I want to write about Mokuba. I want to write about how precious he is.

I want to write about how he was born on 7 July 2000, on how he is a Cancer and his Chinese Zodiac year is the Dragon. I want to write how confused he was as a child while the world around him was crumbling piece by piece. How he never knew his mom and his dad died when he was three.

How hard it was life at the orphanage but somehow he felt shielded and protected. How happy he was when his brother shared with him his dreams. How hopeful when the chance of being adopted came up. How hard he worked to learn what his brother taught him about chess. To win. To make his brother happy.

I want to write about those five years of despair, of the loneliness of the nights in the big mansion. Of the times he would climb on his brother's bed because only his warmth could soothe him to sleep. Of the helplessness when they would take away his toys. Of the pain of the tortures he witnessed being inflicted on his brother.

On how the hopes and dreams died out to leave space for anger. On how the nights got colder and colder because now his brother would just lock himself in whenever he got to sleep and he would end up curling before the door in the dark of the hall, crying. On how his brother would drift and drift away. No more smiles. No more words.

And then it was just the two of them again. But this time, he didn't feel shielded and protected. His brother wouldn't share his dreams with him anymore. And the anger died out and it was only mistrusts and survive, survive, survive. And rule. And conquer. And kill. Just empty void. Just darkness. Cold. Pain. Why are you hurting me?

I want to write of that light that suddenly appeared, that engulfed him, that freed him. Of the hopes that slowly crawled back. Of a love that he thought had gone but it had always been there with him. But now it is his time to be strong. His time to protect. Because he always knew..

Between the two of them, who suffered the most, who endured the most, who took too many responsabilities upon himself. To protect him. To protect that smile. So this time Mokuba suffers for him. He endures for him. He gets lost. He loses. But the light is now with him and he hopes he will find his brother again.

And they find each other. And the pieces have found their place. And they can talk about dreams again. And they can work together and they can make them a reality. Together?

The light is gone. It came back to its own world 'cause it never belonged to theirs. His brother craves it. He demands it. And Mokuba understands, silently. Should he have said something? Should he have stopped him? He feared to lose him. Again. But he was stronger now. He had said so. You take care of the rest.

I want to write about those 300 days. 298, to be exact. The alcohol, the fights, the job, the tears. The anger that came back, the loneliness, the pain. Fucking stupid dull pain. The friends. The alcohol. The research. The school? The blood. The knife. More blood. The friends. The first birthday without him. The first christmas without him.

The vain hope. The failed efforts. The 298th day, alone in the room, sitting on the floor in the dim light. The blade in his hand. The silent scream. The phone call: I found him. The quantum jump, the fear, the rush to the hospital, the operation, the fear again. He has a brain injury, sir. We'll do everything we can, sir. The hours of agony, the coma. And his brother finally wakes up.

I want to write of what happened next. Of the relief, the comfort, the harbored resentment. The reconnecting, the reconciliation, the acceptance of the different paths they walked. The love that will never fade. The past that can be left behind for a clean slate. The bond that became stronger than ever.

The growing, the teen, the rebel, the nights at the police station. The deep involvement with the company now that he had demonstrated how capable he had been. The school life, the projects, the new friends. The K-pop and Nicki Minaj. The icon he was becoming, the fans multiplying. The KaibaCorp shows. The new tech. The charities. The billions multiplying.

The 1.79m tall. The volleyball, the taekwondo. The power yoga with his brother. The swimming. The dance lessons. The laughs. The alcohol, because old habits die hard. The cigarette every once in a while 'cause it feels good. The LSD trips together. The trips around the world. The rave parties in Europe with Leon. The research projects with Becky.

The pilot license. The Jaguar for his eighteenth birthday. The Bentley, the McLaren, the Ford GT, the Honda NSX. The first yacht. The first private jet. The new fashion choices. The working out. The shaping of his self, how he wants it to be. The freedom.

The questions he didn't want to ask. The questions he didn't want to listen. The questions that popped in his mind whenever a boy would smile at him, but he shrugged them off. The hardest decision of his life: I'm leaving for college.

The day he dragged his brother to the tattoo artist's shop. The half of the compass on his right ribs, the other half on his brother's left ribs: because you are my north. The concealed sadness in his brother's eyes when they waved each other goodbye at the airport. And the secret tears Mokuba will never know about. Even if I'll see you every month.

Berkeley. The campus. The college life. The philosophy classes. The engineering classes. The first three weeks. Him. Three years older. His chocolate eyes. His smile like the sunshine. His kindness. His beautiful mind. His body. Oh god his body. The butterflies in the stomach. The cravings of more and more time spent together. The realization. The panic. The tears of confusion. The trashing of the apartment. The truth shouted to his brother's face. But he knew. I've always known. The comfort of his arms. The shield, the protection. The pride.

Him, again. The homework, the workout together, the awkward silence in the showers. The dinners. The parties. The friends. The afternoon at the bowling alley. The hasty looks, the secretive gaze. The fleeting touch. The day he opened up about himself, his past, of who he was and what he had done. The struggle of being a better person. The love for his brother. The fear of being left behind. The kind eyes that gave him the answers he was looking for. The fall that didn't feel like falling at all. More like a feather cradled by the gentle breeze of spring.

The exploring of uncharted territory. The jacking off in the dark of the room when the desire was too much to handle. The slow acceptance of who he is, of feelings never felt before. The fear for a world that is not that accepting. The subtle annoyed voice of his brother who doesn't really want to let him go.

Him, always. The strolls together, the sailings across the bay. The first dance at the thanksgiving frat party. The date three days later because you know I want you and I know you want me too so let's just stop chasing each other around. The dinner, the walking through the park hand in hand. The gaze that couldn't break away. The first kiss, sweet and simple. The second, the third, the millions more. The heart racing.

The first time at the penthouse that same night, gentle and intimate. The second, the third. The discovery of things he never thought possible he could do. The discovery of things he never thought possible he could receive. The giggling, the moaning, the screams, the groans. The top, the bottom, the switch.

The holding hands, always. The making out throughout campus. The more dates and dinners, the shopping together, the sex in the library, the studying together, the relaxing time on the grass under the trees. The springtime. The first I love you. The first holiday together. The public coming out. The moving in together in a penthouse in downtown Oakland.

Their families' meetings. The vacations around the world. The college graduation. The COO position at the KaibaCorp. The overtaking of duties at the overseas branch. The marriage proposal. The undying happiness that once seemed so distant. The darkness fading away, that now seems only a bad dream.

The struggle of splitting himself between the two most important people of his life until his sulking brother's ready to accept that no matter what, Mokuba will always be there for him. To shield him. To protect him. To love him.

Because their dreams, their promises, their bond will never fade.

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Dazzler #1 by Jason Loo and Rafael Loureiro. Cover by Terry Dodson and Rachel Dodson. Variant cover by Kaare Andrews. Out in September.

"SO BRIGHT THIS STAR! DAZZLER, Marvel’s glittering mutant songstress, has been in and out of the limelight over the years – but now the time has finally come for her to take center stage! Dazzler embarks on a new world tour, the culmination and celebration of her entire musical career! And along for the ride is her new road crew: Domino, Strong Guy and Multiple Man! But while Dazzler may be ready to focus on her music, her celebrity-mutant status and a violent attack may sideline the entire endeavor before it’s even begun… Each issue features original song lyrics from Ali’s notebook! Don’t miss the concert – and comic – event of the year!"

[randoms-fandoms]

Hello! I was wondering if you could perhaps write a calamity trio x reader? More specifically, what would happen if all of the girls had a crush on the same person?

Omg yes this is such a cute idea :0 (sorry the reader won’t really be the focus 😅 it’s an Anne pov, and Marcy and Sash are still very much in it)

Warnings: none

Relationships: they have a crush on you👀

Anne, Sasha, and Marcy had grown more after returning from Amphibia— they had at least another year until Marcy had to move, as her disappearance had prompted her parents to put their plans on hold for a few months, meaning she could stay in California the time being— but even though the three of them were no longer geographically torn apart, conflicting schedules meant that they hardly had time to spend together.

However, now that the trio had begun the new school year, life had been going pretty well. The pestering questions from other students and even teachers were annoying, but easy to get used to. Things felt normal again.

Anne loved her friends a lot, but she also wanted to expand her circle a bit. That was kind of hard when everyone knew her as the superhero girl who defended the city from robots last summer, but her adventures in Amphibia had given her nothing if not tenacity.

Finally, after a month or so of having no one to hang out with during school, she met someone new. Someone who hadn’t seen her destroy a fleet of robots on live television over the summer.

Anne only had two classes with you, and you had separate lunch periods, but that was perfectly fine. You had sat together in class every day since you first started school there, and Anne had quickly made a habit of texting you often. Photos of Domino, memes, random thoughts— she found every excuse to text you. She even took a few cute selfies with you! Overall, your fast friendship was wonderful.

Weeks into this new friendship, however, Anne was beginning to realize something. Her feelings for you were… changing. She didn’t used to struggle with eye contact when you complimented her. She had never before turned into a blushing mess just from a hug. Suddenly, your every action had her overthinking.

“Anne? Are you listening?” An amused voice broke through her thoughts.

Anne looked up to see you staring at her, confused. “Oh, haha— sorry I was just zoning out.” Anne said, face burning. “What did you say?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the library after school to work on our group project.” You asked.

“Yeah totally!” Anne answered quickly. This is the first time they’ve invited me to hang out outside of school!

“Wait— I mean, I’d love to… but I have plans already. Sorry.” Anne said, frowning. She had forgotten that she and her other two friends were going to be hanging out all afternoon, and even sleeping over at Marcy’s house.

“That’s alright. how about Sunday? It’s due on Monday, you know.” You said with a little laugh.

Anne groaned. “I know, sorry. That sounds good, you can come to my place.”

“I’ll text you, okay?” You smiled as you stood up to put away your notebook and pencil. Anne hid her face; you thought it was funny, but really she was hiding how your sweet smile always made her blush.

Anne needed advice.

Marcy and Sasha were engrossed in conversation (something about a manga they both read; Anne didn’t quite know), but Anne was distracted. She sat on Marcy’s bed, scrolling through her album of selfies with you.

“Anyway, I’m going to get some snacks and change into my pajamas. You guys get comfy too!” Marcy said, plugging her phone into the charger by her bedside table.

Anne waited for Marcy to close the door before she unzipped her backpack and pulled out her overnight stuff.

“So how are you doing? It’s been a while since we’ve hung out.” Sasha made conversation while she walked into the adjoining bathroom to change.

Anne sighed. “Nothing bad,” she started, quickly pulling on her pajamas. It was just a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, nothing like Sasha’s cute matching sweatsuit. Anne wondered if you would think she looked cute if she dressed up. “…I’m just a little… I don’t know. I feel kind of weird.”

“Well what’s up, girl? Having bad dreams again?” Sasha re-entered the room, taking out her ponytail, and lie down on Marcy’s queen sized bed.

Anne smiled softly to herself, getting lost in thought for a moment. She loved how Sasha was always so worried about her. Back when they had just barely gotten home from Amphibia, Sasha would stay up on the phone with Anne all night while she cried. Sometimes she was missing the Plantars, sometimes she was convinced one of Andrias’s robots was after her again, sometimes she was having a panic attack thinking about her own inevitable death— no matter how long it took, Sasha was always there.

“Anne?”

“No, I’m fine.” Anne said, a little embarrassed. She sat back against the headboard. “Just normal teenager things.”

“Great,” Sasha said, smiling and closing her eyes. “Can’t get enough of that. Lay it on me.” She said, getting comfy.

Anne laughed. Marcy walked back in the room, making her jump. Her heart was already in her throat, beating hard from the nerves of talking about her feelings (however roundabout).

“Hey guys! Sorry it took me a minute, I accidentally spilled the first bowl of chips.” Marcy said, shrugging. Sasha stood up and took a bag of candy from her arms, which were full of snack food.

“I’m surprised you didn’t drop more, with how much you’re carrying.” She replied, kicking a pillow out of the way so she could sit down on the plush carpet.

Marcy laughed. “Anyway, what are you guys talking about?” She said, relaxing on the beanbag chair next to the outlet where her phone was charging. She put the arm full of snacks on the ground between her and Sasha.

Sasha looked at Anne, waiting for her to answer.

“Oh, haha, I just wanted some advice.” She blushed. “I think I might… have a crush on someone.” She looked away, laughing awkwardly while Sasha and Marcy freaked out.

“Oh my god, that’s great!” Sasha smiled widely.

“Are you gonna ask them out?” Marcy asked, gasping. “You have to tell us everything!”

Anne grinned self consciously, thinking about you. Asking you out. “Well, we met at school, and I really like them…”

“Is it someone we know?” Sasha asked teasingly.

Anne shrugged. With how new they are to the school, what are the odds that they’ve met my two only friends? “Maybe. Anyway, we’ve been friends for a while, and suddenly I just can’t think straight when I’m around them… I’m worried that if I don’t say something and get it off my chest, they’ll notice, and— I don’t know, it would just be embarrassing.” Anne ranted.

Sasha nodded seriously. “Classic story. Not to worry, though, Marce and I have tons of experience with crushes.”

Marcy laughed nervously. “Sasha, you said you wouldn’t tell!” She lightly punched Sasha, who ignored her.

“Anyway, who is it?” The blonde asked. She took a handful of chips and ate them, casually relaxing against the pillows on the floor.

Anne, still sitting on the bed, leaned down to whisper in Sasha’s ear. She was pretty confident that she wouldn’t even recognize your name, but the other girl gasped as soon as she said it.

“No. Freaking. Way. Marcy you would not believe this— Anne likes the same person you do!”

Anne’s heart dropped. “What?” She distantly registered that Marcy said the exact same thing at the exact same time. She would have laughed if she didn’t feel so… weird.

“We eat lunch together like every day.” Sasha explained to Anne. “Marcy has a huge crush on them.”

“You do too!” Marcy accused, embarrassed, making Sasha blush.

“Whatever, at least I can act normal about it!” Sasha argued.

Anne felt an unfamiliar twist in her stomach. Jealousy. They hang out every day? She frowned. She wondered if Sasha was as confident and flirty with you as she was with her sometimes.

“So we all like the same person?” Marcy clarified, after a moment of tense silence. “I didn’t really think they would be your type,” she said to Anne.

“I didn’t even know I had a type!” Anne said, a little exasperated. She had never felt so strongly about a crush before. She thought about your laugh, how you teased her sometimes, how she had picked out a nickname for her…

Sasha for once didn’t really have any advice. “Well who do they like?”

Marcy shrugged. “They always avoid the question. I’ve tried asking.”

Anne was shocked. “Really? You guys talk about that stuff?”

Sasha giggled. “Yeah, some of us are better at hiding our feelings.“

Anne rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She paused for a moment. “…Are you guys going to ask them out?”

Sasha shrugged. “Maybe. Should I?”

Anne thought about that. Now that the initial surprise had worn off, she found that she wasn’t upset that Marcy and Sasha liked you. She wondered if you would be interested in dating all of them. The trio had shared everything with each other ever since they had first become friends… come to think of it, Anne found that she liked the idea of all of them dating you.

“I think we all should.” Marcy said, smiling. “How should we do it?”

“Let’s FaceTime them,” Sasha suggested. “I want to see how they react.”

Anne shook her head. She knew she was far too shy and awkward about the whole situation for that to end well. “How about just texting? We could create a groupchat.”

The other girls nodded. “Alright, sounds good!”

Marcy inviter you, her, and Sasha to join a groupchat. Anne snorted a laugh when Marcy renamed the chat to an emoji: 🫣

“Who wants to go first?” Asked Sasha, feeling nervous.

Anne just wanted to get it over with, wanted to know what you thought. “I will.” She quickly typed out a simple message and sent it.

You replied quickly, much to Anne’s relief.

I like you.

Me?

Why are you saying it in a gc?

Worrying that this was too weird, that you hated her now, Anne was already typing her apology when Sasha and Marcy replied.

Because I do too :D

Me too

Marcy squealed, dropping her phone and hiding her face. “Ah, this is crazy!”

Sasha laughed. Anne knew she was trying to play it cool, but secretly cared just as much. Anne herself felt sick to her stomach from nerves. Her heart nearly stopped when the notification that you replied came in.

Do you all wanna go on a date tmrw? We can talk abt it over lunch

I didn’t know u were friends :)

Anne sighed in relief, laughing. Friends is an understatement. She grinned, excited, hearing Marcy and Sasha celebrating around her. Her heart swelled with joy, glad that her two best friends would be there with her in this new relationship.

She was so caught up in her own emotions that she didn’t notice Sasha taking a selfie of the room, including all three of the girls in it. It popped up in the groupchat.

Anne clicked on the picture, seeing Sasha in the corner of the screen, Marcy waving with one hand and holding her phone in the other, and herself distracted and staring at her screen. Her face was absolutely glowing with happiness, cheeks darkened with a blush, staring fondly at your messages.

“Sash, that’s such an embarrassing picture of me!” Anne looked up, not really upset.

Sasha stuck her tongue out. “It’s cute. I bet our new lover thinks so too.” She said teasingly. Anne looked down at her phone again, still smiling.

Marcy came in for a hug. “First date tomorrow, Anne! Are you excited?”

Anne laughed, hugging Marcy back. “Heck yeah!”

“We should do a spa night!” Sasha said, standing up. “Marcy, do you still have those face masks I got for you? We’ll be absolutely glowing tomorrow.” She posed, making Anne and Marcy laugh.

“Of course!” Marcy replied excitedly. “I even have some nail polish; our signature colors!”

Anne couldn’t stop smiling as she followed Marcy and Sasha into the bathroom. She felt great. Despite things changing for her after she returned from Amphibia, the love she shared with her friends stayed the same. And now, they could all open their hearts up more, expanding that love, growing exponentially closer.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading about these dorks crushing on you :P have a nice day!

[ratsoh-writes]

Side Characters Ultimate List!

This list will give a brief summary of each characters role, personality and where they're from! Some summaries will be copied from old posts so if you see any repetitive descriptions, that's why.

under the cut cause its massive

The Royals

Asgore: He's a stern intelligent and loyal ruler when on the job, and a soft gentle giant when off. Asgore reigns as the main king of ebott and his main job is to keep the other royals in line, approve new princes and government officials, and acts as the tie breaker for any laws being passed or taken down. He since had gotten back with his soulmate toriel after the crash, and they recently had a child, Lior.

things he loves: goldenflower tea, gardening shows, tea packets, the color gold, golf, tropical shirts

Toriel: she is a warm witty and caring monster. currently toriel runs the orphanage in ebott city although she does join the royals when important issues pop up. When working with the other royals, she has very little patience and is quite strict, but is gentle with the children. She has since gotten back with her soulmate asgore and they had a child, lior.

things she loves: the color purple, snail pie, children, puns, fancy soaps and conditioners

Winter: underswap Toriel, she is second in line behind asgore on the line of royals, and she normally handles building safety regulations. Winter is cold and a lady of few words when you first meet her, but in reality, she's terribly shy. With people she trusts and likes, she's warm, affectionate and chatty. She is separated from her ex husband plum, but they still have a friendly relationship.

things she loves: the color sky blue, swans and geese, echo flower tea, feather quills, steamy vampire romance novels

Plum: underswap asgore, he works under winter in building regulations and helps put together funds for new roads and bridges. Plum is a flighty and easily distracted monster, but he does do a good job on his work as long as he's reminded lol. he is separated from his ex wife winter, but they still have a friendly relationship.

things he loves: the color lilac, plums of course, pickleball, marathon running, novelty candies

King: underfell asgore, he is third in line in the lineup of royals after winter. King is head of the royal guard and delegates where the troops are stationed (when something calls for large numbers of guards) as well as deciding the requirements to join the guard. King is an intimidating figure, but once you get to know him, he's actually pretty silly and playful. he loves to tease. He's very happy to be separated from summer.

Things he loves: the color scarlet, antique rings, weightlifting, cats, dueling

Summer: underfell toriel, she oversees the standards of ebotts education system at the elementary level. Spring is a very stern and dry monster who takes the rules of polite company very seriously. she is closest with toriel and miss. she's VERY happy to be separated from king.

things she loves: the color orange, sudoku, silk gloves, polite children, fancy notebooks

Spring: swapfell toriel, she is the second main diplomat behind empress and plays the "good cop" when they work together. Spring is a total snake and does a wonderful job playing a bubbly airhead to make others underestimate her. she is energetic, but is in no way unintelligent. she's extremely loyal to her best friend empress. she is happily separated from tatters.

things she loves: the color purple, cherry blossoms, conspiracy theories, velvet dresses

Tatters: swapfell Asgore, he mainly works with funding of the police in ebott. Tatters is a very blunt and straightforward monster who can’t lie if his life depended on it. He’s easily irritated, but loyal to those he likes. He misses spring sometimes but recognizes they weren’t good for each other.

Things he loves: the color orange, apple flavored drinks, tapestry jackets, smoking pot, playing dominoes

Miss: horrortale toriel. While she is still considered a royal, she’s not actively on the board unless it’s an emergency. Miss lives at and helps out at toriels orphanage. She is a tired and quiet but gentle and caring monster. On her good days she’s quite witty.

Things she loves: the color purple, snail pie, children, crochet, puns

Empress: fellswap gold toriel, she is the main diplomat of ebott, and does good at playing the “bad cop” when she works with spring. Empress is extremely skilled at what she does. Empress is a cold, petty and sometimes cruel monster, but is also loyal, believes in rewards as incentive and pays her subjects well. She respects those who she considers deserving of it. She is currently soulbonded to her human husband but prefers his identity stay secret for privacy’s sake. She hates ivory.

Things she loves: blacksmithing, the color gold, small children, fancy swords and armor, strawberry shortcake

Ivory: fellswap gold Asgore, he is the record-keeper of the royals and is in charge ip updating ebotts current history in the books. Ivory is a nervous wreck of a monster and HATES crowds. So he’s known as the hardest royal to meet. Frankly many don’t believe he’s a fell monster as he seems much too soft for it. He hates empress

Things he loves: the color white, history books, pine scented candles, thunderstorms, plum pudding

Medusa: fellswap red toriel, she works with the navy of ebott in ship and weapons regulations. Medusa is a tired yet playful monster. She had an extremely difficult time in her old au due to noble monsters constantly starting rebellions and is happy for a bit of peace in ebott. She is still soulmates with snapper.

Things she loves: snapper, the color pink, her 12 pet snakes, watching the crocodile man on tv, swimming

Snapper: fellswap red Asgore, he determines what maximum jail time and fines are appropriate for different crimes. Snapper is a total busybody, always needing something to do or else he goes stir crazy. The only one he can relax around is his darling Medusa who he’s soulbonded to.

Things he loves: Medusa, the color pink, his 4 pet piranhas, swimming, watching duck dynasty

Eros: underlust Asgore, he is the representative of the farm monsters and handles farming and pesticide regulations. Eros is a kind, sweet and a tad shy ruler. He actually never took the lust serum, and when the board of rulers was formed, gave his title of the lust representative to his best friend charity.

Things he loves: the color powder blue, scenic paintings, pottery, livestock animals, potatoes

Charity: the main representatives of the lust monsters and in charge of ebotts welfare system. Charity is a generous and caring monster, and was Eros’ best friend and advisor before the crash. She loves her job and people.

Things she loves: the color white, fire pits, s’mores, ribbon dancing, pink lemonade

Satin: lustswap toriel, she determines the age ratings of ebotts entertainment and works closely with the mettas keeping them in line. Satin is a total party girl, very extroverted and full of energy. She’s been voted the most popular royal three years in a row once. She is in an open marriage with velvet

Things she loves: the color lime green, pole and arial dancing, gymnastics, theatre, musicals

Velvet: lustswap Asgore, he handles the requirements for reviving citizenship in ebott. Velvet is a very relaxed go with the flow kind of guy. He tends to overshare in conversations but his friendly demeanor keeps people listening lol. He’s in an open marriage with satin.

Things he loves: the color flamingo pink, ethnic foods, mariachi music, musicals, pole dancing

Vamp: he decides what foreign companies are allowed to do business in ebott. Vamp is a beast in the streets when it comes to business deals, and a beast in the sheets when it comes to dutchess and their five other mates they share together. He and dutchess are the only royals to have a living asriel from before the crash, along with two other children.

Things he loves: his soulmates, his sons, the color black, silk bedsheets, fancy three piece suits

Duchess: lustfell toriel, she barters with zeus over the royals budget and what projects they’ll fund. All the planners have to get the ok from her first before continuing. Duchess is very stubborn when it comes to the royal budget, but is quite the spoiler when it comes to her family lol. She adores her five mates and vamp as well as their three children.

Things she loves: her soulmates, her sons, the color silver, pearls, fancy tea parties

Zeus: outertale Asgore, he is the treasurer of the royals and is amazing with numbers. Zeus is playful, a total flirt and has very refined tastes in what he likes to chase after ;). Unlike the other royals, he and Hestia were born brother and sister so obviously no romantic relationship.

Things he loves: the color emerald, pretty humans and monsters, grape soda, leather jackets, motorcycles

Hestia: outertale toriel, she handles the taxes of ebott. Hestia is a calm and peaceful monster. It’s quite amazing how she keeps her cool despite the chaos of the other royals. Very dignified. Unlike the other royals, she and zeus were born sister and brother so obviously no romantic relationship.

Things she loves: the color grey, vintage lace, fancy cars, sunglasses, photography

Venice: dancetale Asgore, he oversees funding the arts in ebott, mainly centers of entertainment like stages. Venice is a refined and gentlemanly fellow. He’s known for being pretty easy to work with and is a big help keeping the peace with the other royals. He and swan are separated but consider each other best friends.

Things he loves: the color yellow, dancing of course, velvet chairs, his cane, binoculars

Swan: she heads the arts department of education for ebott’s colleges. Swan is a regal elegant lady with an open mind and love for all forms of art. She can be picky, but is reasonable most of the time. She and Venice are separated but consider each other best friends.

Things she loves: the color silver, ballet, the opera, dancing obviously, patterned ribbons

Scope: gastertale Asgore, he heads ebotts medical research. Scope has only one love in his life, and that is science! Thankfully he takes his job as ruler seriously, but if the world was perfect, he’d be trapped in a lab the rest of his days. To fulfill the requirement of a second ruler for his people, he appointed his most intelligent apprentice, silk, as his second.

Things he loves: SCIENCE, oh and the color blue sometimes

Silk: gastertale toriel, she created the undernet that ebott uses today, and is both second in command of ebotts medical research and scopes “handler”. She takes great care to make sure her friend and “boss” doesn’t die of starvation when he’s on the cusp of a breakthrough. Silk is a no nonsense kind of monster with a rather dry sense of humor. She’s lovely to be around if you follow the rules

Things she loves: the color black, the undernet, scope and his team of scientists, the researchers of genetic disorders, water bears

Founder: nomadtale Asgore, he oversees ebotts national forest and the dam inside of it. Founder is a calm and gentle monster, he’s just happy to be here in a safe place where his people can prosper. He doesn’t understand smart phones. Founder is happily soulbonded to fey.

Things he loves: fey, the color cream, pine trees, the birds of the forest, swimming

Fey: nomadtale toriel, she oversees the forest with founder and regulates how much logging is allowed in it. Fey is stern but caring, and will put her foot down when founder is too easiky swayed. She understands smart phones but doesn’t like them. She is happily soulbonded to founder.

Things she loves: founder, the color pine green, wild forage, fishing, identifying clouds

Poseidon: seafell Asgore, he’s in charge of the navy, where they patrol and what they do with captured boats. Poseidon is a temperamental and harsh monster, but a good lover to his many SOs. He’s father to three children, only one is recognized as legitimate. He is unhappily separated from Salacia and wants her back

Things he loves: the color coral, sharks, guns, steak, ivory carvings

Salacia: seafell toriel, she handles fishing regulations for ebotts sea. She is a snippy and aggressive monster who takes no one’s sh*t. She has a dark sense of humor. After being cheated on many times by Poseidon, she fathered an illegitimate child herself. She doesn’t want anything to do with him

Things she loves: the color blood red, fishing harpoons, sailboats, romantic walks along the beach, murder podcasts

Lulworth: seatale Asgore, he monitors the politics around the costal cities and the factories there. Lulworth is a total nerd, and a tiny bit of a hoarder. He can’t help it, there’s just so many neat things on the surface to collect! He is separated from lapis but they have a good friendship

Things he loves: the color Ruby red, baseball cards, cool brooches and buttons, anime and cartoon figurines, glass eggs

Lapis: seatale toriel, she decides what cars are allowed to be sold in ebott and road safety regulations. Lapis is a playful and bubbly monster who adores the colors of life! She has quite the eye for art. She is separated from Lulworth but they still have a good friendship

Things she loves: watercolor postcards, the color canary yellow, floral arrangements, maximalist decor, goofy socks

Orca: seaswap Asgore, SAVE THE TURTLES- ahem, sorry, he is in charge of ocean wildlife conservation acts as well as keeping ebotts coastline clean of trash. Orca is a HUGE animal lover and is very passionate about his job. Many say he has a beautiful singing voice too. He and seahorse were ruling partners but were never romantically involved

Things he loves: THE TURTLES, sea turtle green, those tacky dolphin lamps, glass and reusable water bottles, boba tea

Seahorse: seaswap toriel, she funds and plans festivals! She was the first royal to suggest the golden festival and is trying to push for an official gyftmas parade like the humans do for their Christmas. Seahorse adores culture and celebration and believes the way to a happy people is a people allowed to appreciate the beauty of every season. She was ruling partners with orca but they were never romantically involved.

Things she loves: the color navy, every and all holidays, ornate woven grass rugs, her pet seahorse, rubies

Thunderstorm: birdtale Asgore, like Eros, he also stepped down as the bird monsters representative to step up as a representative of the farm monsters. Thunderstorm handles the sale and distribution of land to be used as farmland. He’s a cutie patootie. Just a sweet guy. Every one likes thunderstorm, if you don’t, you just don’t like nice people. He is extremely in love with his soulmate snowfall.

Things he loves: snowfall, the mountains of ebott, the color pale lilac, fine wines, sewing

Snowfall: she maintains and regulates the dumps of ebott and the recycling of trash. Snowfall is an honorable monster who isn’t afraid to do the jobs that others look down on. She’s incredibly compassionate and treats every one with respect regardless of who they are. She is deeply in love with her soulmate thunderstorm.

Things she loves: thunderstorm, the color grey-blue, art made of recycled materials, poetry, mourning lilies

Gallery: theatretale Asgore, he’s the supreme judge of ebotts court when a case gets high enough to reach him. Gallery is a fair and honorable monster, known for being ruled by facts over emotional responses. He is very polite and pleasant to work with. He and melody have a respectful relationship although they aren’t in love. Neither feel a need to search for a real romantic partner at the moment.

Things he loves: the color sage green, antique furniture, soccer, salads, the opera

Melody: theatretale toriel, she handles student scholarships for ebotts art schools as well as finding and lifting up promising new actors and artists. Melody is a flamboyant and loud monster with a love for life and music. She has a stunning high singing voice and has done a few opera roles herself. She and gallery have a respectful relationship although they aren’t in love. Neither feel a need to search for a real romantic partner at the moment.

Things she loves: the color wine, the opera, marble statues, teenagers, the comedy club.

Hercules: outerfell Asgore, he stepped down as a ruler of the outer monsters to represent factory monsters. He deals with workers rights and working conditions of the factories in ebott. Hercules is a strong fellow with a kind heart. He is harsh, but loyal and reasonable when he needs to be. He is separated from nebula but greatly respects her still.

Things he loves: the color black, Van Gogh art, metalwork, spam, sparring

Nebula: outerfell toriel, she’s in charge of ebotts small but growing air force. Nebula is a stern and unmoving monster. She has high standards for her work and hates failure. She however is also passionate about what she does and has high rewards for those who succeed. She is separated from Hercules but still has a great deal of respect for him.

Things she loves: the color sky blue, model airplanes, the shooting range, perfect posture, pickles

Saturn: outerswap toriel, she is set aside as an impartial judge for whenever government officials are put on trial. Saturn is a cool and very straight forward monster who HATES liars. Nobody wants to piss her off, her (totally legal) revenges are legendary. Like Zeus and Hestia, she and mars were born brother and sister.

Things she loves: the color orange, Roman mythology, pasta, her two terriers, lacrosse

Mars: ousterswap asgore, he handles the conditions of ebotts jails. He is a compassionate but strict monster, the perfect man for the job. He is a bit of a tease when it comes to the other royals and is the only one who can mess with his sister Saturn without repercussions.

Things he loves: the color rust red, Saturns terriers, monopoly and other ridiculously long board games, alien movies, doc martins

Fafnir: Draketale Asgore, he grants business loans using the royals budget with permission from duchess and zeus. Fafnir is a playful and gentle monster and a doting great grandfather to his children’s families, and an even more doting mate to Delphyne

Things he loves: Delphyne and his family, the color coffee brown, coffee, his grandkids art projects, baseball

Delphyne: she handles the language side of ebotts colleges working with several departments such as creative writing, foreign languages and reporting. Delphyne is the picture of elegance with a gentle dignified demeanor and a sweet personality. She’s a doting great grandmother and deeply in love with Fafnir

Things she loves: Fafnir and her family, fables, play scripts, the color moss green, slippers

Cupid: Lustswapfell Asgore, he handles propaganda and news station standards. He’s an extremely finicky and nit picky monster, which is great for his job, but bad for anyone working under him lol. The only creatures he’s truly nice to are anything toddler aged and under. He says he likes their honesty. He’s hard to please. He is happily separated from valentine.

Things he loves: the color indigo, morning glories, toddlers, visiting the library, his massive stamp collection

Valentine: she deals with insurance policy regulations in ebott. Valentines is as snobby as Cupid is picky. She hates dirt and grime and requires her working conditions to be spotless. She does love a good bout of gossip once in a while. For some reason, she and ivory are best friends. No one understands it. She is happily separated from Cupid.

Things she loves: the color peach, cheesy sitcoms, gossip magazines, spreading fake rumors to gossip magazines, ivory

Rhea: lustgold toriel, she handles the exports of ebott, making sure things are in good condition before being sold off. She’s a shrewd business woman who won’t rest till she gets the best possible deal. Rhea enjoys the fine things in life as a reward for her duties, like the best foods, entertainment, and the most beautiful soulmate, her darling tiras~

Things she loves: tiras, lingerie, the color blood red, fine jewelry, champagne

Tiras: he handles the upkeep of the government buildings in ebott center. He’s a quiet and shy monster but is also renowned for his beauty despite not believing everyone’s compliments. Tiras isn’t bothered by others attention but always seems flustered by Rhea. She’s the only one who can catch him off guard~

Things he loves: Rhea, the color gold, crochet and knitted clothing, fancy cheeses, … the lingerie Rhea picks for him~

Desire: lustred toriel, she is currently leading the battle against the human and monster trafficking in ebott. She is a vengeful and temperamental monster who can hold a grudge for scary long periods of time. She loves her people and will crush anyone who puts them in danger. Her most trusted advisor and friend is devotion. Their relationship is purely platonic.

Things she loves: the color blood, self defense weapons, teaching self defense classes, polite children, stained glass windows

Devotion: lustred Asgore, he leads the research in fertility among monsters, something he’s rather passionate about due to being born infertile himself. Devotion is aloof but gentle, only close with a small handful of people in his life, the most notable being desire. He’s been in love with her for years but knows she doesn’t feel the same.

Things he loves: desire, the color hot pink, children, frozen yogurt, taking self defense classes

Idun: drakeswap toriel, she works with scopes medical team in researching the disease dimming. She’s an intelligent and brave monster, and a big romantic. She adores her soulmate and wife, eir, a skeleton monster. She rules alongside her brother tyr.

Things she loves: eir, her grandchildren, the color mint, exotic teas, medical equipment

Tyr: drakeswap Asgore, he handles Iduns paperwork and press conferences so she can focus more on her research. He also plays representative for other royals who want to avoid the public eye. He’s friendly and easy to talk to. The public adores him for being “relatable”.

Things he loves: the color bubblegum, public speaking, dad jokes, sunbathing, beard care

Jigsaw: baubletale Asgore, he is also on the medical team researching cures and treatment for LV sickness. He is a frail but incredibly kind and compassionate monster. His bad health means that he’s out of duty quite a bit, but when he is in office, he gets plenty done. His best friend and advisor is marionette. They have joint custody of their cat, puppet

Things he loves: the color salmon, paint by numbers kits, jigsaw puzzles, redemption stories, kittens

Marionette: baubletale toriel, she works with immigration and immigrant rights. She’s a compassionate and happy monster who believes the best society is one that embraces all cultures. So she has a lot of love for the humans in ebott. Jigsaw is her best friend. They have joint custody of their cat, puppet.

Things she loves: the color royal purple, human culture, tshirts with goofy sayings, playing the clarinet, cats

Titanic: Hadaltale Asgore, he is busy making the rest of ebott more accessible to the hadal monsters. Titanic is a curious and passionate monster with a deep love for his people and family. Especially his mates Olympia and voyager.

Things he loves: Olympia and voyager, the color bright yellow, sparring, exploring the surface, sea lions

Olympia: Hadaltale toriel, she has the same job as titanic in uniting the hadal monsters wigj every one else on the surface. She’s the more cautious of the two, taking care to make sure the hadal people are getting the best possible deal. She’s a proud and affectionate monster, and a great lover to titanic and voyager.

Things she loves: titanic and voyager, the color white, sparring, stone carvings, cuttlefish

Cheesecake: flavortale Asgore, he deals with food regulations. Cheesecake just recently took the place of his now retired father mordac, and is still a bit nervous about his job. He is the youngest royal after all. The press nicknamed him cheesecake after a photo of him with cake in his beard was slipped to the public. He’s doing his best to be a good sport about it. The other royal is his aunt meringue.

Things he loves: the color aqua, all cake but cheesecake especially lol, baking, playing poker, tulips

Meringue: flavortale toriel, she handles cleanliness standards of food places and food sold and processed. She’s a jolly playful monster and mercilessly teases her nephew cheesecake and all the other royals. She’s quite close with the more serious ones as someone who never seems put off my their snappy moods.

Things she loves: the color pastel yellow, chickens, ice cream, pickleball, puns

Gloom: Grimm Asgore, gloom is a grimm goat monster standing at 8’7. He has pitch black fur a deep red beard, white eyes and two small nub horns. He is a playful and gentle monster, but has a terrifying protective streak when pushed. He’s in charge of directing the mapping efforts of the underground and providing monthly updates of such. His twin sister and playful rival is Fog.

Things he loves: league of legends lol, apple cider and pie, the color black, frogs

Fog: Grimm toriel, Fog is a Grimm goat monster standing at 8’7. She has a deep red fur, no beard and two large curled horns. Fog is a cheeky and mischievous monster. She has great skill in soothing tempers but is known to hold grudges herself lol. She is in charge of approving designs and locations for the underground highways and towns being built. Her twin brother and playful rival is Gloom.

Things she loves: the color plum purple, Victorian era furniture, root vegetables, trying strange soda flavors, swimming

Gasters

Nook-aster: (baubletale gaster). Technically aster died decades ago. Sick from the radiation on the surface, aster knew she wouldn’t live past her sons first birthdays, so she poured her whole soul into a tin doll she created. The doll, named nook, is merely a reflection of who aster was, it speaks like her, can preform basic tasks, but as time goes on, it’s magic fades away without its creator. Aster did end up living till her son’s second year of life, before she fell down and nook took over. Nook the doll did its best to raise the boys, it fed them, cleaned them, taught them to read and write, and even simple crafts. Thankfully the boys were intelligent, and as nook began to wear and slow, they filled the gaps learning more from the tapes aster left them. Nowadays the doll moves slowly, and only speaks a little at a time. But the boys still adore it and treat it as a true family member

Voyager: hadal gaster, the second father of Pearl and silex, voyager is the mate of titanic and Olympia, and first in line to replace one as a royal if anything had ever happens. Voyager was the parent to carry Pearl and silex of course, and has a very close relationship with the two as well as his other kids. Voyager is a reserved but highly intelligent monster, and was the one who discovered a way to safely bring power to the areas of Atlantis beneath the surface. He always jokingly laments that none of his kids enjoy science the way he does

Kvasir: drakeswap gaster, saga and Hilda’s father, and the retired head librarian, now happy children’s story time grandpa. He’s getting up there in years and wants to spend his retirement days relaxing and sometimes showing up on weekends to read stories to the kids who go on field trips to the temple grounds. He’s a gentle and elegant fellow who adores his daughters.

Shrine: templetale gaster, a rather bubbly monk at the temple grounds, a real sweetie. Every one thinks he’s younger than he actually is. He’s a skilled musician and plays the ambient music inside the library’s main hall

Russet: farmfell gaster, russet is a caring and intelligent monster. She was educated in an area of farmfell where most monsters were enslaved making her stand out. She has issue with the attention being on her because of this, but is doing her best to overcome holding herself back for pooch and their children's sake. She is in goldenvally working as a secretary for a wheat farmer.

Canary: birdswap gaster and the mother of mango and papaya. She’s a younger monster still in her 200s and lives with both of her kids. She’s a bartender by night and a nutritionist student at college by day. She’s a skittish and passive monster but a good mom. Since both of her kids are adults now, she's pretty hands off with their decisions, scared of letting her anxiety make her become overbearing.

Ares: (outerswap gaster) a strong and proud skeleton monster, and head of a medicine company. He misses his kids and has some regrets on how he raised them, but is too proud to apologize. He is not in contact with them. He secretly keeps tabs on helios' sparring career despite everything.

Pavo: outerfell gaster, mother of atlas and Orion, serves on the science board overseeing the core and the power plants. Pavo is rather overbearing at times, but means well. Shes incredibly proud of Atlas for following her more science oriented career, and has some disappointment in Orion but does her best to hide it. She knows it would crush orion if he knew.

Whiskey: (farmswap gaster), the father of cider and barley, whiskey used to tend the vineyard, but an old injury five years ago left him with a permanent limp and unable to do the heavy lifting. So he switched places with his brother and handles the finances these days. He's a goofy monster and always has sneaky hands ready to pinch his wife on the bum. its what she gets for always leaving lipstick stains on his skull and not telling him lol.

Copper (nt gaster): copper is alive and well and is enjoying his retirement years with his children gears and compass. He occasionally enchants the garden supplies they sell in the shop for fun. He spends most of his days though playing pickleball with a group of very aggressive women lol. Copper is a total goofball. He has rather random trains of thoughts and is great at confusing people.

things he loves: pickleball, his sons, teasing his sons, gardening

Roulette: mafiatale gaster, the father of all the mafia skeletons, and to three indiscovered skeletons. Roulette is a tragic character stuck in a state of mourning for his late soulmate, anger at his friends leaving the mafia and despair for a revenge that is no longer possible after the crash. His kids hate his guts. In the roleplays hes now deceased.

Salsa: dancetale gaster, and the doting father of pop and rhythm. Salsa is a driven busybody. He loves keeping his mind active and struggles to relax when he doesn't have anything to do. He is very elderly and is slowing down as the years go by. He works as the event planner for the royals. In the rps hes been retired from this job.

things he loves: his sons, decorating, tropical fruits, violent video games (rps)

Rosemary: farmtale gaster and mother to peaches and rancher. Rosemary is a total tiger of a mum. She's very affectionate to her sons but also overbearing and snoopy. She just wants them to settle down. She's old dammit! She wants grandkids! Dont ever mention to her that youre single, she will try to set you up with one of them lol. she owns and runs a pie making buisness that has really taken off the last few years. enough so that she and her husband yosemite were able to downsize their ranch and put the money away from the land sold to their retirement.

things she loves: her family, pie, bull riding, apples and pears

Morticia Wingdings: Grimmtale gaster, formerly named Aster, she is the mother of thistle and yarrow. Morticia is a tall Grimm skeleton standing at 6’4 and has a dim grey magic. She’s considered bloody gorgeous by Grimm monster standards. A potion accident years ago left her with her neck permanently turned invisible giving her the appearance of a floating skull set atop her shoulders lol. Morticia is elegant and mischievous, loving a good laugh at some dark jokes. She loves her sons and is very grateful that they seem happy in ebott

Alphys and Undynes

Alphys: the nerdy and awkward lizfolk we all know and love. Alphys kept her position as head scientist. She works with her team to really focus on the powerplants and development of ebott. She isn't ever touching biology/magic sciences ever again lol. Since the crash, alphys and undyne became more serious, and a few years ago got married and soulbonded. Even though its been a few years they still feel like newlyweds.

things she loves: ramen, anime, undyne, robotics and mechanics, mettaton

Undyne: the spunky loud river monster we all know and love. Undyne gracefully stepped down from the royal guard to help head the new police force of ebott after the crash. She's the chief over the main cities police units these days, but its hard keeping her in the office. Undyne would rather be out in the streets with the other officers. Since the crash undyne and alphys became more serious, and a few years ago got married and soulbonded. Even though its been a few years they still feel like newlyweds.

things she loves: anime, sword fighting, alphys, the gun range, wrestling

Cookie: (flavortale alphys), cookie is an adorable orange lizfolk monster with dark brown magic and large eyes. She’s the best friend of taffy and co-owns the shop with her and her mate bonbon. They had gone to school together, invented many of their recipes together and even lived together for several years until she and bonbon got married. Now the besties are neighbors on the same street. Cookie is a shy but sweet monster with a love for chemistry and sugar. She is the big inventor along with taffy in their business

things she loves: cookies of course, chemistry, bill nye the science guy, bonbon

Bonbon: (flavortale undyne), the best friend of taffy and mate of cookie, bonbon is the third co owner of the candy shop. She’s a strong muscular river monster with tan scales and cute cream eyes and hair. The three things bonbon loves most in the world is her mate, chocolate and her friends of course. She has a head for numbers, handling the budget of the little candy shop, and doing her body building exercises in her free time. She’s a cheerful and bubbly monster.

things she loves: anything chocolate, bodybuilding, cookie, suduko

Robber: Underwest undyne, and despite the hilarious nickname, shes no criminal but is in fact another sheriff of Goldenvalley, and has a friendly rivalry with partner. She’s still new in her job and goes to him for pointers a lot as well. Shes a bright and spunky monster, but still rather uncertain of her job as its her first time having an official title. Thankfully robber is a humble monster unafraid to ask questions.

things she loves: old western movies, cowboy hats, mettaton lol

Prairie: Underwest alphys, and partners closest friend. She breeds raptors and goes to him to train all of them. She owns a cute plot of land that she raises goats on as her primary source of income. Breeding raptors is a long and tedious job, definitely not something one can easily live off of. Prairie is a serene calm type of personality. She has a way with animals making them feel secure in her presence. Partner would've put a ring on her years ago if they ever had romantic feelings for each other.

things she loves: raptors, beer, her goats, plaid print clothes

Marcheline (drakefell undyne): She is the third in command of barins guild should anything happen to barin and arwin. She is faithful, incredibly strong, harsh, and has little tolerance for whiners. She trains the new guild members as well as helps keep up the mines. She is an incredibly tall draconic river monster with pitch black scales, moss green hair, and a pair of large curling horns that are dusted gold to match her gold eyes.

things she loves: lizfolk monsters, mushroom and bear soup, hunting

Piranha (fallout undyne): she’s a tall moss green and orange haired river monster, standing at 6’4. Piranha was only 16 when her whole world fell apart. She had been very close with her neighbors, the Wingdings. Lens’ parents babysat her, her whole life while her own parents had to work. So it’s no surprise that lens trusted cricket with her after the fallout. She thought he’d be back in a few months. Those months turned into years and piranha assumed the worst. She easily forgave him when he showed up after the crash. it was a terrible uncertain time. Piranha would rather have her adoptive older bro back than hold old grudges. However the fighting between cricket and lens make that hard. She works as a professional blacksmith

things she loves: koi fish, cricket and lens, boxing

Libra: outerfell alphys, she works for the mettas in their special effects department. Libra is a rather snappy monster. She's a perfectionist when it comes to her work and expects her team to live up to the same standards. But man is her work amazing. She secretly craves romance but worries she's too harsh to ever find a prince or princess charming.

Saggita: outerfell undyne, one of the royal guards who personally protects the royals. she is usually seen with the royals Hercules, tatters, or plum. Saggita is stoic and elegant. She's the picture perfect guard when on the job. However she hides a secret. The reason the three royals keep hiding laughs in meetings? Its her, Its all her. Saggita is notorious for the finniest dirty jokes whispered under her breath. There's a reason she's their favorite guard.

Acres: (farmswap alphys), the older cousin of the farmswap boys, acres is part of the large tribe of monsters that makes up the goldwheat brewery. She is in charge managing the shipping of the drinks, and also raises pigs on the side. Acres is a dirty monster, in body and mind lol. She's always a bit muddy looking from her job, and she's a raging perv. she loves human women especially~

Tink (nt alphys): tink is currently writing volume two of the nomad history. She’s doing very well financially after the first book and has already been commissioned by some of the other royals to write their histories. She's excited for the opportunity to work with the elusive royal, ivory.

Tempest: mafia undyne, she is Wild. full of energy, a fiery temper and just sheer audacity, tempest takes the world by the balls and makes it her b*tch. she is the adoptive older sister of the mafia skeletons, and has been both a loyal older sister and friend to them. She has been placed in the navy by the royals since the mafias rehabilitation and has been missing her family terribly.

things she loves: guns knives explosives and firrworks! oh and the color orange

Storm: underfell undyne, storm is a girly and bubbly monster, very unlike the majority of fell monsters. She's confident and unafraid to stick out though. She is still lifetime besties with edge, his one ally besides red in the underground. She works as a police officer alongside undyne on the surface. The two get on famously.

things she loves: the color pink, frilly dresses, kickboxing, sparring, fencing

Twister: underswap undyne, Twister is just fkn insane. Absolutely crazy, totally nutty. Imagine someone as passionate as undyne, aggressive as edge and as energetic as star, with a scientific inventing mind of pluto and you get twister. She's rather manic but adoring to the few people she truly calls friends. Honey, the only monster not terrified of her when they were in elementary school together, is her lifetime bestie lol. She works as a royal scientist in the weapons' division.

The Grillbys

Grillby: Grillby is a monster of few words. He’s not shy, just not the talkative type. He does have a lovely laugh though. He’s a bit of a snoop and uses his very impressive poker face to act like he isn’t listening in on his customers conversations lol. If you need good gossip, grillby probably knows all about it already ;) He owns the bar, grillbys that now has two locations! The main one is in the heart of new ebott of course, and the second is a slightly more classy version in Steeler! While he’s technically the owner, grillby still serves as the bartender in the ebott city location.

Things he loves: greasy fast food, suits, cute little dogs, playing poker, his soulmate of course, puns, juicy gossip

Felby: underfell grillby, he is a very grumpy hissy monster. He’s the perfect picture of “get off my lawn!!”. He’s unusually solitary for a monster, prizing his peace. While he is charming when he flirts, he never seems to keep relationships for long. This fact doesn’t seem to bother him though. Felby had an illegal moonshine bar before the crash, and afterwards, using those skills of his in making unnecessarily strong drinks, he had a fake license made and now runs Fireball, a club only for those wanting to get absolutely wasted. It’s located in Steeler city. He is the father of red and edge

things he loves: alcohol, hook ups, rap music, leather clothes and furniture, the ocean

Spinby: underswap grillby, he is… he’s something that’s for sure. This guy is totally nuts. Combine a hippie, a circus performer and a child who just drank a 5 hour energy and you have Spinby! He’s incredibly creative and even more bouncy. And he dresses like a walking rainbow lol Spinby owns an adorable milkshake and donut cafe in mettaland! The whole building is all rainbow pastels and he’s famous for his candy inspired shake flavors! The place is called sugar-spinner!

things he loves: greasy fast food, suits, cute little dogs, playing poker, his soulmate of course, puns, juicy gossip

Steallby: swapfell grillby, he is a very anxious monster. He’s quiet around strangers and does his best to blend in with the background, but with friends he’s a bubbly chatty monster. While he can play the nasty aggressive fell monster, he’s really just a shy baby. He’s a sweetie if one gets to know him Steallby owns a small hole in the wall restaurant specializing in soup and bread! He calls it Soul food, and it’s located in the slums of new ebott

things he loves: fresh baked bread, stainless steal cooking wares, bird feeders, winter foods, snow, soft spoken people

Grills: horrortale grillby, he is even quieter than grillby if that’s possible, and somehow is even nosier lol. He’s stopped caring about acting dignified and is quite obvious when he’s eavesdropping. He’s a gentle sort of personality, and despite his scary appearance, many consider him soothing to be around Grills was hired by grillby when leaving the institution healing the horror monsters after the crash. He works weekends as the bartender on grillbys days off

things he loves: any food, his soulmate frost, reality tv, comedy shows, card games

Chillby: outertale grillby, she is a sweet and playful monster who seems to just ooze curiosity. She’s an experimentalist and is all about those new life experiences. She prizes variety and adventure above all else Chillby is a rather famous food critic in ebott. She’s a great writer with a sensational flair to her reviews, and her good media presence means that cafes and restaurants are actually excited to see her.

things she loves: sweet foods, airplanes, zip lines, hiking and her soulmates of course

Farbon: drakefell grillby, he is a stoic and dutiful character. He doesn’t have much of a sense of humor but is kind enough to pity laugh even if he doesn’t get the joke lol. He’s also oblivious as hell and will not know if you flirt with him. He works as a blacksmith, focusing more on precious metals and small dainty creations instead of the more large hardy creations of other drakefell monsters. He’s commissioned pretty often by Ollivander to make decor for his banks.

things he loves: gold and silver, his soulmate, pretty metal trinkets, spring flowers, potatoes

Dolby: theatretale grillby, he is not one for noise or theatre despite the au he’s from. Instead he’s a man of the written arts. It makes him considered unusual to his fellow theatre monsters, but outside of that au, he’s seen as a rather chill and average guy. He’s a normally quiet monster with a talent for telling jokes at the best time. You never know when he will speak, but when he does it’s hilariously amazing. Dolby owns a simple cafe in Steeler called cup o’ coal. Its main seller is coffee of course but it also does sandwiches. The cafe is pretty popular with artists and writers because of the book clubs Dolby likes to host there, and the very comfy seating areas

things he loves: his soulmate, poetry, coffee, whipped cream, tragedy novels

Phoenix: birdfell grillby, his wings aren’t the only big thing he has ;). His ego is massive. Being treated like a prince because of his looks has definitely creeped into his personality. Thankfully he’s a sweetie at his core, and while he can come across as big headed and condescending at times, he’s also very generous and friendly with every one around him. Phoenix is one of ebotts top models. He’s in every years swimsuit edition despite not being a water type monster, and he’s especially famous for this one photo shoot advertising mellow marts new type of cheese by posing on a fur rug and pouring the melted cheese all over his… actually that’s not important. The pictures are a collectors item now though since they’ve been retracted.

things he loves: cheese, showing off his beautiful body, photo shoots, pedicures and manicures, photo shoots with babies and baby animals for those sexy calendars of hot men holding adorable things.

Kelby: fellswap gold grillby, she is fierce, stern and magnetic to those around her. She’s a monster many look up to and idolize. And she really is all that. She’s an incredibly talented individual who can back her confidence up. Don’t cross her though, her temper burns hot. She’s the owner and head chef of a prestigious seafood restaurant in Steeler. Her place is a favorite of the royal, Empress and for good reason. Everything tastes heavenly. She runs her kitchen with an iron fist

things she loves: seafood and meats in general, ballet, weightlifting, champagne and pretty scarves

Wilds: (horrorfarm grillby) the grandfather of maple and moose from their mothers side, and an extremely kind monster, wilds is a teacher at the elementary school in the farm district. He teaches the fourth graders. He used to have a chili pepper farm before the crash, but sadly gave up farming afterwards, not having the energy to start over

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Angler (hadaltale goat): aged 140, angler is the oldest prince and the first child of the royal trio, Olympia Titanic and Voyager. She was carried by voyager and fathered by Olympia. Angler is a strong aggressive but loyal monster with a tail resembling that of an angler fish.

Pacific (hadaltale skeleton): aged 122, pacific is the second child of the trio, carried by Olympia and fathered by voyager. Pacific is an elegant monster with a taste for drama. He’s clever and known for catching people in lies. His tail resembles that of an orca

Bermuda (hadaltale goat) aged 80, Bermuda is the third child of the trio, carried by titanic and fathered by Olympia. Bermuda is… eccentric. He’s a wild card who can’t be predicted, but he loves his family so no one worries too hard. He works closely with the navy. His lower half resembles a blue finned shark

Atlantis (hadaltale goat), aged 2 and named after the city in ebott, Atlantis is the newest member of the royal family. She was fathered by titanic and carried by Olympia. She’s a bouncy and giggly toddler with a big fascination for hot wheels. Her tail resembles a spiny pufferfish

Antoine: theatretale, the soulmate of the royal gallery, she is a soft and plump cat monster with sage green magic and white fur. Antoine doesn’t like the spotlight and is a master at avoiding the paparazzi

Belle: theatretale, the soulmate of the royal melody, she is a gorgeous black furred goat monster with curling horns and a soft pink magic. She recently had their first kids, twin goat monsters, and is on maternity leave with them.

Daylily: a lily-like petal monster from templetale and the soulmate of shrine and mother of zen and shield. Daylily (or Lily for short) is also a monk on the temple grounds and is one of the main garden keepers. She’s a gentle and warm soul, well to those who don’t flirt with shrine that is.

Eir: a slender skeleton monster, mother of kvasir and the soulmate of the drakeswap royal, Idun. Eir is drakeswaps royal scientist and the head of the dimming research team. She's an elegant and soft spoken monster who shies away from the spotlight.

Jenn: a soft grey coated goat monster from drakeswap, kvasir’s (drakeswap gaster) soulmate and the mother of hilda and saga. Jenn owns a rather fancy wedding catering business and is a classy monster, but she is easily fed up all the stuffy rules of the royals. She’s glad her soulmates and kids aren’t required to be part of it.

Sicily: a splotchy looking Ruby red water elemental with blue eyes, she was duchess’ childhood friend and started as duchess lady in waiting when she was politically married to vamp, but soon was named their consort a year later. She was the monster who carried (lustfell) asriel (fathered by vamp) and later carried their second child as well (fathered by duchess). She’s also labelled a prince for her contributions to the plumbing system that powered hotland in their old au. She’s extremely intelligent but considered quite ugly by monster standards with blotchy uneven color in her water ecto. However duchess and vamp always reassure her she’s gorgeous in their eyes. She’s clearly the favorite of the five.

Lady: a black furred wolf monster with yellow eyes/magic. Lady caught vamps eye with her successful business selling shoes with hidden knife compartments. She was invited into the harem shortly afterwards after getting duchess’ approval. She’s refused an offer of prince good but has a position under zeus department handling the finances

Withergate: a very large goat monster with navy-grey fur, curly horns and deep blue eyes. Withergate was a soldier in the guard who had a way with words. Dutchess liked his poetry and with vamps approval he was added to the harem. He also serves as the children’s personal guard and helped raise them just as much as Sicily.

Rue: another goat monster, with white fur, a grey beard and no horns. He has a pale yellow magic/eyes. Rue was a prostitute underground and simply just amazing at his job. He earned both royals approval easily. He’s a tad lazy but serves well enough as a butler and entertainer when he isn’t with one of his beaus ;)

Melladrew: a pure black skinned volcanid with pearly peach eyes and magic. Melladrew was originally on lustfells science team developing the lust serum. He had been the first scientist to test it on himself. That’s how confident he was in his and his teams creation. His bravery impressed duchess and vamp and he was included in the harem after the serum became common place. He also has the title of prince for several other discoveries in the fertility field.

Kevin: a coal grey mothra monster from ????. Kevin is a strangely solitary monster. No one knows much about him but he's very friendly when approached. He lives retired as an on and off park ranger. The secret son of temmie.

Things he loves: mythology, sparring, large acres of unoccupied land, cows, giving people identity crisis'

Gomez Wingdings: the father of thistle and yarrow, Gomez is a large strong ogre mage with pitch black skin of ogre monsters, dull purple eyes, and no hair as is typical of the humans of his au. He is very happily soul bonded to Morticia. Gomez is a kind and goofy fellow who’s a total simp for his wife. He isn’t sure why his wife was so eager to take on the name Morticia after the crash, but he supports it. He loves his sons dearly.

Venom: Grimm muffet, venom is a small spider monster with a plum purple skin, thin black hair and adorable pale grey eyes. She’s aged 92 Venom is a close friend of thistle and yarrow and was their babysitter when she was younger. She is a popular potion maker specializing in potions aiming to help those with good hygiene. She buys most of her ingredients from the Wingding covens farm.

Belle: the mother of rowdy and the aunt of partner, bell is a skeleton monster aged 400 exactly. Having lost her sister and husband before the crash due to sickness and a bad rain year, she was extremely protective of rowdy. Even after the crash she sheltered him, causing him to run in order to accept the job and room partner offered. Partner and Belle had a huge fight over this and aren’t on speaking terms anymore.

Juniper: a brown wolf monster from nomadtale. Juniper is a confident playful wolf who’s ears are always perked for some juicy gossip lol. She has trouble keeping her tail still, it’s always wagging. If it is still, she’s either tired, mad or very very hungry. She works weekends at peppers nail salon, and she weaves enchanted storage baskets for extra cash.

Things she loves: nail art, basket weaving, ice hockey, ice fishing, the snow, colorful vests, pepper

Devi Thorns: a spunion from horrorfarm. Devi is pretty straightforward and honest, but that’s mostly cause she just has no sense of sarcasm. She much prefers dad jokes as a sense of humor. She’s a bit innocent and doesn’t pick up on when others are being rude, or when they’re trying to flirt. She is a firefighter stationed in goldenvalley. She's worked with partner before.

Things she loves: goat milk and cheese, long hoodie dresses, riding horses, fireworks, whittling, Smokey the bear

Argo pantheon: A blue grey sky serpent from outertale. Argo is serious and stoic when on duty, but cheeky and goofy when off it. He’s the kind of guy who would let little kids crawl all over him, but if any tone deaf adult tries it, he bites a finger off. He likes his personal space bubble. Kids are the only exception since he likes their innocent honesty. He is one of the navy seals on Captains ship.

Things he loves: being the fun uncle on the ship lol, anything teriyaki, spear fishing, watching thunderstorms, playing chess, wrestling.

Dwight Welwood: A pale blue swiftee from underswap. Dwight is a shy and jittery swiftee. He has trouble talking to new people and tends to cling to those he knows well when out in public. When he’s comfortable with someone though, he’s quite witty and has a dry sarcastic sense of humor. He works for a publishing company and is a friend of honeys in the same DnD group. He is the older twin between him and blight

Things he loves: DnD of course, fantasy novels, final fantasy games, anything legend of Zelda, battle bots, and goth girls

Blight Welwood: a blue grey ogre from underswap, Blight is outgoing, bubbly and fiercely competitive. He adores smack talk and gets along best with those who have a sassy side to them. Blight tends to be very physically affectionate with people straight off the bat as he’s used to that treatment from his clingy brother and mother. He coaches basketball and is in honeys DnD group. He is the younger twin.

Things he loves: DnD, battle bots, anything Star Wars or Star Trek, basketball and karate, cuddly monsters/humans.

Flight Welwood: a yellow swiftee from underswap. Flight is a bossy and jumpy Swiftee. She’s a bit anal when it comes to having things clean and put together, but is pretty chill when herself and her home are up to standards. She loves her family greatly. She works as a nutritionist. she is the older sister of blight and dwight.

Fun fact: she’s currently in a relationship with cinnamon, a bunny monster from underswap and an older cousin of star and honey.

Talin Welwood: A dark grey ogre from underswap. Talin is a loud boisterous monster and incredibly competitive as every other ogre. He’s got a softer gentler side though for his beloved mate lune, something only she seems to bring out. His friends always joke he’s a different monster when she’s around. He owns a popular fashion line catering to larger monster types. The father of dwight blight and flight.

Lune welwood: Lune is soft spoken and a bit jumpy although she does try hard to challenge herself when it comes to interacting with others. When she’s with Talin though, she gets more energetic and playful. He brings out the confidence in her. She currently works as a car Mechanic. The mother of dwight blight and flight.

Cinnamon Snowtuft : A greyish cream bunny monster from underswap. Shes a spunky and ditzy monster. Her clumsy side while cute, can get her in a lot of trouble at times. However she always has good intentions. She works at a comedy club in mettaland doing skits and serving drinks. She's an older cousin of honey and star.

fun fact: cinnamon is currently in a relationship with Flight, a swiftee in underswap.

Dogfellow: Dogfellow, a beagle like dog monster from lustfell, is a very successful investor. His main focus is businesses catering to canine type monsters and other furry monster subspecies, and ice cream businesses for some reason. Like many other lustfell big wigs, he has multiple mates, four to be exact, and has five children with them all. He’s worth nearly 200 million G. He considers marcello goldenfoot his greatest rival.

Bea Elvis: bea is a simply adorable whimsum from dancetale. She’s got an incredible movement to her, a very graceful dancer, and a brilliant mind. Bea invented a type of cgi that can mimic some of the more serpentine or tentacle like monsters movements better than other programs can. She patented her code and sold it off for a hefty profit and nowadays spends her time appearing on game shows for fun. She’s worth 4 million G. She’s also secretly married to napstablook

Mauve chiffons: mauve is a spunky shrew mouseling from farmswap who made her fortune selling insurance to farmers that covers bad crop years and broken equipment. She’s a wonderful example of simple honest work. Just a stand up gal. And her business employs many. She’s worth about 12 million G. Mauve has no relation to the farmswap boys, but does love their families beer.

Jonny Swartz: Jonny is a crocodile monster from underfell, and is a classic redemption story. Having been pardoned from a life sentence for theft and attempted murder in underfell after the crash, Jonny decided he was going to do everything he can to take advantage of this clean slate. So he made the AEP (apprenticeship employment placement), a company designed to take your application and find any available jobs or apprenticeships near you for the job you want. And they don’t accept payment until you get your first paycheck. There wasn’t anything like this in ebott until Jonny started it. Anyways he’s worth about 10 million G (but that might go down soon since he got caught in another murder) he punched red in the face once

Juliet mars: she’s a taller than average air elemental from outertale. Before the crash, she developed a special type of greenhouse that grew the few crops they had in space even better than the natural elements could. Her design now has been converted into what ebott uses for their AC and heating systems in buildings all over as it’s low cost to make and saves power. She was also a mentor to Pluto when he was still and apprentice back in their old au. He refers to her as aunty mars. Juliet is worth about 45 million G.

Marcelo Goldenfoot: a blue grey bunny monster from lustfell. Marcelo is a playfulm, charismatic and very intelligent monster. He is just simply talented with people and can pull a good business deal out of thin air. He's a big family man as well. He loves his work, but would definitely rather spend time with his mates and kids. He has some hoarder tendencies. Marcelo owns Mellowmart, ebotts biggest grocery store chain, and golden standard, ebotts main shipping company, as well as a variety of smaller but equally successful businesses. He's worth about 850 million gold and is ebotts richest monster

Things he loves: struggle grubs, bug meat in general, his mates and kids, early morning runs, exotic fruits and veggies, colleting historical items

Mallow Goldenfoot: blue grey bunny from lustfell. Mallow is the older brother of marcelo. Mallow is amazing with numbers and budgeting but is extremely shy and reserved. He’s technically the co owner of the companies with Marcelo but is happy to let his little brother take the spotlight. Mallow is single and likes spending time with his nieces and nephews. He has no desire to find his own family and sticks to Marcelo like glue

things he loves: murder mystery novels, his nieces and nephews, number puzzles, soothing music

Majorie Goldenfoot: white bunny from lustfell, the mother of marcelo and mallow. she’s enjoying her older years as a simple manager at one of the grocery stores. She’s extremely proud of her boys and loves her grandkids

Ronan Goldenfoot: a ginger bunny from lustfell, the first mate of marcelo. Ronan is a confident and stern monster, and a business owner herself, co-owning several of Marcelo's businesses. She is just as much of a collector as her husband. several of the other mates were brought in by her. While her and marcelos relationship isn't sexual, they are still deeply in love.

things she loves: monsters that arent other bunnies lol, her mates and kids, fencing, goin to the gun range, collecting fine art

Yolanda Goldenfoot: a topaz yellow flame elemental from lustfell, the second mate of marcelo. Yolanda is a sweet and rather vain monster, but for good reason. she's bloody gorgeous. Yolanda had stayed home with jade to care for the children most of her life, but now that the family has decided to stop having more kids, she wants to get back into modeling when the youngest ages out.

things she loves: gemstones, modeling, her kids and mates

Jade goldenfoot: a grey green bunny monster from lustfell, the third mate of marcelo. Jade is a spunky and goofy monster. She was originally hired as a nanny, but quickly fell in love with marcelo ronan and yolanda and was added to the family for real. Jade loves to play her way through life, and her happy go lucky personality brings light to all her mates days.

things she loves: puns and pranks, her mates and kids, rollerblading, dancing

Mint Goldenfoot: a half breed stone golem from farmtale, the fourth mate of marcelo. Mint is a hard working, kind and gentle monster. Her natural elegance attracted ronans attention, and she was soon added to the family after the crash. Mint provides the voice of reason to the five others when they start getting too big headed lol.

things she loves: fresh produce, her mates and kids, gardening, pro wrestling.

Percy Goldenfoot: a French immigrant human man, the fifth mate of marcelo. Percy is a curious intellectual and a very creative guy. His open mindedness and playful personality attracted marcelo and he was the last mate added to the family after the crash. Percy is the adventurous one in the family, encouraging his mates and kids to expand their horizons.

things he loves: monster culture, his mates and kids, computers and coding

Marcelos nieces: Rodney, Widget, Darla, Fern

Marcelos kids in order of age: Mellow (oldest, bunny), Fabian and Damian (bunnies), Darwin and Houdini (fire elementals),Topaz and Agate (fire elementals), Charlie (adopted, whimsum), Bodoni (adopted, skeleton), Nancy (adopted, human), Huey and Bella (bunnies), Lavender (stepdaughter, stone golem), Forest (stone golem), Lacey (bunny)

Mellow Goldenfoot: a blue grey bunny from lustfell, the oldest child of Marcelo and his mates. Mellow is ambitious and gutsy just like her father. She wants to be the one to inherit the family businesses far in the future. She's curranty running her first business, a lumber company. She relies on her dad, mum ronan and uncle a lot for advice

Lacey goldenfoot: white bunny born in ebott, the youngest child of marcelo and his mates. Despite being six already she hasn't spoken yet, but it doesn't keep her from making friends and doing well in preschool. she really likes kinetic sand and bluey

Damocles Cassia: an orange vlock from mafiatale. Damocles is a… well let’s just say he’s a total slime-ball. He’s a slick convincing businessman who can flatter away the gold out of anyone’s bank account with a wink and a smile. He likes to hide his intellect behind a playful and carefree exterior. One think you can count on with him though is his pride in his products quality. Damocles only sells the best! His biggest flaw would be his tendency to monologue and how much of a smug b*stard he is whenever he wins at something. He owns and runs a mattress store. He was an ex mafia lord and has ties to don and madame.

Things he loves: playing poker, fancy beds, clothing in jewel tones, earrings, moonshine, guns, knives, tacky tourist shot glasses, humans.

Diane Swann: a powder blue dual colored vila from birdtale. Diane is an outspoken and confident monster. She’s bold, never shying away from a fight and is loved by fans for her dry humor and elegance when arguing. Plus she isn’t afraid to show herself behind the scenes of the show, often posting herself in non-modeling scenarios, even if the picture is unflattering. She is one of ebotts top models and works closely with the mettas, and previously with pepper.

Things she loves: nail polish, feather wax, cute hair claw clips, her pet zebra finches, the color beige, anything cinnamon flavored, trying to discover the secret shampoo that Queen toriel uses, pedicures, the opera and Fortnite and tik tok dances lol

Saffron Allspice: crimson cen-corn from horrorfell. He’s a very sarcastic sassy and almost aggressive monster when you first meet him, but those who are close get a soft, sensitive and affectionate, but still sarcastic fellow. He just cant help the snark, its in his blood. He's a craft glassblower and window maker. He is currently dating harley.

Things he loves: pasta, dumplings, marshmallows, any sort of doughy food, very colorful decorations, jousting, and soft squishy monster subspecies and humans

Paprika Allspice: a peach biped-corn from horrorfell. He’s a very straight forward unicorn monster, and doesn’t grasp sarcasm very well. He's aware of this though and is pretty good at asking people questions if he isn't sure about their tone. He's a chef at a waffle house. He is the (older) nephew of saffron.

Harley Zambrana: a brunette human woman from undertale, Harley is rather crazy at times, but is usually just bubbly. Shes a massive flirt and has a thing for larger monsters especially. She used to work at willows bakery but recently landed a job designing concert flyers for the mettas. she still pops in to harass her old boss from time to time. She is currently dating saffron.

things she loves: cheese bread, willow and saffron, her pet rats, drawing and sketching

Dice (Darren): mafiaswapfell sans, he would’ve been the oldest of the mafia brothers if he had been discovered. He’s about 175 now. He’s a very serious regal/elegant monster and a numbers genius. He moved up from a lowly factory worker, to manager, to a personal clerk, then finally as a personal accountant to a very affluent family. On the surface, the humans he worked for though didn’t cross over in the crash as well. He started from the ground up and now owns a fancy casino.

Gamble (Gabriel): mafiaswapfell papyrus, he’s 130 years old and the younger half brother to dice. He’s not roulettes son but their mother’s second child with dice’s stepfather. Gamble isn’t particularly book smart, barely reading at an elementary level, but he’s incredibly personable and his goofy bubbly nature makes it easy for others to like him. Dice had gotten him out of the factory as a coffee boy to his humans, and nowadays gamble works as a bartender at dices casino. He’s a sweetie and is married to his long time sweetheart Cambridge, another skeleton, and they have a child together.

Cambridge: Gambles mate, Cambridge is a skeleton monster from underswap. He is all of gambles self control and he knows it lol. Cambridge is a stern and slightly spicy monster, but a loyal and doting mate to gamble. He worked as a trash man but is at home right now as their child is still rather young.

Slugger (Samantha): mafiahorror sans and a half breed skelehon, aged 166. She’s a blunt and a bit temperamental monster. A previous head injury before the crash left her with one working eyelight and very bad migraines. Slugger worked all her life in a meat packing facility barely making ends meet. Her mother, a rich human lady, dumped her in front of an apartment building filled with factory workers to hide the shame giving birth to a half breed monster would bring her family. After the crash, she took up the same job, working for mellow mart in one of their own packing factories, now enjoying much better pay and a home that has much more space than the shoebox apartment she used to live in with her brother.

Steel (Solomon): mafiahorror papyrus, clearly their mother didn’t learn after having Samantha, because she continued her affair, having Solomon just eight years later. Aged 158, Solomon was identified by the factory workers as being related to slugger by his scent. He was given to her and when he was old enough, joined his sister at the meat factory. Steel is a gentle soul, the light of his sisters life and has always been the one to always forgive her when she snaps at him. He’s since grown more of a spine since the crash as his sister also became softer, less stressed now that they aren’t struggling. He works as a cashier at a mellow mart and is trying to pass online high school.

Sans: a moss green bat from farmtale. sans has always had a love for nature and keeping things beautiful. She’s not the brightest monster, never got good grades, but she’s always been a hard worker and good with her hands, so ranger is the best job for her. She volunteers for trash duty most days and spends her time cleaning campsites in the forest and patrolling trails. Her father is a skeleton monster hence the font name. She lives in the same ranger circle as moose and maple

Akira Todds: dark brown garbee from lustfell. Akira is a confident and bold monster. She loves herself and wants others to find love for their own bodies. She thrives off of attention, but isn’t the type to put others down. She craves proper competition and has been known to train up other models and really sell their looks just so she can get some new rivals. She’s fun to mess with and doesn’t mind being the butt of a joke as long as eyes are on her. She is ebotts top model and was a rival to pepper.

things she loves: grapefruits and grapefruit juice, her son and his siblings, soft pajamas, self portraits, social media, realistic art and photography

Dallas: he is the resident mage on hook and captains crew. He’s a mouseling mage and is a little dwarf of a man. He’s a total crazy scientist kinda guy but he’s a loyal crazy scientist and loves his captain. He and his cousin who is a human both work as the curse-breakers and shipwrights. They’re from the farmfell au

Hunter: an olive skinned human man from farmfell. He is the cousin of dallas. Hunter has a strong sense of justice, and so stole his mage cousin away from their toxic family before the crash. Hunter is a sturdy character whos never afraid to speak up for his sense of right. Hunter is a navy soldier on captains ship with dallas.

Pooch: a red houndlike dog monster from farmfell. pooch is the mate of russet and the father of ram and pitch. Pooch is a shy passive monster. He had a hard life in his old au, but is slowly breaking out of his shell now that he's in ebott. He worked in a jam factory when living in the city, and now has a job as a farmhand for a wheat farmer in goldenvalley.

Snow Thumper: a white bunny from lustswapfell. Snow is a flirtacious and goofy character. She just loves to tease her friends and loves to (censored) them even more lol. Snow is a yes man, she's great at hyping people up and getting a party started. She is one of the prostitutes at the brothel and is in a bit of a weird "situationship" with Sir.

things she loves: dancing, summer fashion, pastels, casual hook ups, exploring new places, drinking games

Nefree: a large handsome wind elemental, he is the father of papaya. He is no contact with canary and the siblings and doesn’t know where they are. They haven’t spoken since papaya was born. Hes very good at being flattering, but has a short temper and is rather racist towards humans. His treatment of mango is what led canary to leave him. He currently works as a road paver in ebott city.

Lewis: a frail 89 year old middle eastern looking man and the grandfather of rook and harpy. (Their mother had been a half breed). Harper is enjoying his retirement on harpy’s vineyard as an “official wine taster” lol. He has a good relationship with his grandkids and is not so secretly glad that there are no more babies in the family lol

Selene: a deep blue flame elemental and the mother of Helios and Artemis. Selene is a flighty monster, always looking for something shiny and new to keep herself occupied. She is not in contact with her kids and is secretly glad she isn’t responsible for them anymore.

Jerry Hereberry: a fillerblot from undertale, jerry is the man everyone despises lol. Hes rude and condescending. He's smart enough to know this, but hard headed enough not to care. He works at the DMV and gets his rocks off by torturing people who just want to get their paperwork done in a timely manner.

Robin: a family friend and the adopted mother of quill and crow, Robin is a brunette human lady from birdtale who helped (birdtale gaster) raise her children after her ex walked out on her. Robin is enjoying her retirement in the farm district raising turkeys. The boys visit as often as they can. She's a gentle and chatty soul. Their visits to her are always longer than they expected.

Gamma: a flayer monster from fallouttale. Gamma is the only other surviving scientist on the team who made the bombs. His quick thinking in jumping continents is what kept him and lens alive in the fallout. Gamma feels no guilt over what happened, putting all the blame on the leader who pushed the button. But he does want to work hard in making up for his past. He works in the royals military testing weapons making sure they stay on code. Gamma lives with lens and is a supportive but distant older brother figure

Poppy Talliwag: a brown mousling monster from undertale. poppy is an incredibly curious and rather nosy monster. She’s one of those people who has to know everything. And with her adorable face and cheerful personality, she gets away with way more than she should. She’s a spoiled but sweet princess. she is a nuclear engineer apprentice at the core where sans and lens works. She just started so she’s mostly a coffee girl right now as she does her studies, but she’ll be getting more important jobs after she passes her introduction. She’s terribly clever but a bit of a clutz so she makes her coworkers worry. She works in the same department as sans.

Avenir Wingdings: a skeleton monster from farmtale, the younger brother of rosemary and uncle to peaches and rancher. He’s a sweet guy but has a serious case of rbf face which runs in her family. Thankfully rancher and peaches don’t have it. He owns a small herd of dairy cows on some shared land. Hes soulbonded to a whimselot monster and has two children with her.

Kavish Lyer: a human indian immigrant man. Kavish is almost 30 now, he already has a masters in dermatology and minored in chemistry. He’s a very studious man and comes from a large family of doctors. His parents are supportive of his interest in monsters and he’s hoping that once he’s finished and is making some money, that he can pay for them to come here to retire. Kavish loves ebott and wants to stay in this country. He is the only other person to live on the same floor as the mafias in their apartment building. Kavish is a bit of a shut in and honestly has no idea his neighbors are anyone important. He barely remembers they’re skeletons most days

Hydros: gorgon monster and father of atlas and Orion, retired captain of the royal guard of outerfell, runs the outer-AUs history section of the planetarium. Hydros is a monster of research, often lost in a book on battle strategies. Hes pretty forgetful when it comes to his own health and needs pavo (outerfell gaster) to make sure he doesn't starve to death lol. he spoils his sons.

Mama bug: (horrorfarm muffet)the grandmother of maple and moose on their fathers side. she’s THE beekeeper of ebott. Sure there are other monsters, but bug has the monopoly, and she will steal any swarm that stands in her way lol. Mama bug is a real beast of a spider monster. She will practically combust if she gets bored. she needs to always feel busy somehow.

Carmen: the human mother of cider and barley, she’s a real southern belle happy to help in the family brewery. She manages the one vintage bar the family still owns. Carmen was raised in a mexican household in her old au and still keeps a lot of her culture close. Shes very strict on making sure her boys keep up their spanish. She gets so annoyed when her husband whiskey pinches her, so she sneaks lipstick stains on his skull in retaliation.

Hissy: (farmfell catty) she hosts auctions where the farmers will sell tools, animals and antiques. She’s a shrewd dealer but her auctions are always the best. Hissy lives up to her name by having some famously loud hissy fits. She was born with an amazing pair of lungs. She has a massive crush on brass but isn't sure how to confess.

Brass: (farmfell bratty) she’s named brass because she’s a blacksmith, and her “calling card” is the brass “B” she puts on all her work. Anything made by brass is rumored to last a lifetime. For a monster, that’s really impressive. Her name is also an indicator to her tough as nails personality. Brass is a patient and stoic monster. She knows catty has a crush on her and cant wait to see how long the cat monster takes to break and finally confess.

Jezebel: a pink bat monster from lustfell and the mother of lush and pepper. she is a vain, snobby and sometimes entitled monster, but she can also be kind and so so sweet. She was the favorite in lustfell gasters harem for being the only one to have kids and enjoyed her status immensely. Jezebel is very proud of her boys and visits often. For work she is a dealer at a high end casino. Jezebel knows her card games and is a master at catching the cheaters. Plus she gets the best gossip there. The work is only to keep her occupied. After gaster died, she was left a very nice inheritance.

things she loves: card games, gossiping with the girlfriends and pepper, gambling, antique store shopping, getting her claws painted, kickboxing, and making homemade salsa.

Jeggar Downy: a reddish orange sunsport from lustswap. Jeggar is a determined and loud spoken monster. He’s never been satisfied being on the sidelines of life. He lives for attention and the roar of the crowd. He’s the lead singer of a heavy metal group named ‘Breaking the Barrier’ and his group has recently become very popular in the last four years. His childhood best friend is sparks. They still keep in contact.

things he loves: singing and screaming, songwriting, debating politics, collecting old album cds, watching buzzfeed unsolved, weightlifting, and taking silly personality quizzes on the internet.

Helia Grant: a sunflower petal monster from lustswap. Helia is a total extrovert. She makes friends fairly easily but gets along best with fell monsters and other lusts. Her easy going nature is hard to resist, even for the grumpiest monsters. She still lives with her parents who are extremely proud of their wild child. She’s a flirt like most lust monsters, but prefers committed relationships over flings, but because of how busy she is, dating is kinda on the sidelines for now. She’s a private event planner and the personal assistant to Satin (lustswap toriel). in the roleplays shes salsas replacement after his retirement.

things she loves: dancing (especially aerial dancing), collecting sunglasses, caring for her pet leopard gecko, trying new smoothie shops, soccer and tennis.

Hawkins: a skeleton monster from farmswap and brother of whiskey. He works in the vineyards with most of the family and is soulbonded to two bunny monsters. Hawkins is a sweet guy, but a bit gullible. He is whiskeys favorite sibling and barleys favorite uncle.

Misty maylee: an orange tabby cat monster from seatale. misty is a driven and spunky monster. bubbly when she's in a good mood, and sassy when she's ornery. Her mood switches up and down easily. She is the childhood best friend of jasper. She's working as a tour guide for seashore.

things she loves: swimming, jet skis, cute hats, tapestries, hiing fishing and human culture.

Frisk Dreemur: now an adult, frisk is an ambassador of ebott, often traveling on the job. They are still the same curious and somewhat flirtacious kid that saved the underground, they just have a big kid tote to go with it now lol. Frisk is out of town half the time, so when they are in the country, they try to spend as much time with their husband as possible.

Monster Dude-Dreemur: previously known as monster kid, monster dude is all grown up, and his friendship with frisk blossomed into a romance as they both grew together. Hes happy being the househusband for his lovely spouse when they're out of the country.

Whisp Duke Dreemur: a yellowish orange lizfolk half breed monster and the child of frisk and monster dude. whisp is only a toddler right now. she loves snails

Lior Dreemur: the infant son of Asgore and toriel. The royal baby is still only a few moths old, but despite this is beloved by the nations people.

Merlin Smelt: a teal and orange shyrin from dancetale. Merlin is a rising singer praised for his rich deep voice and jazzy style. He's stage shy though. He is a bit jittery like all shyrins and while he does want the spotlight, he doesn't think he can handle it lol. He has a big crush on vibrato.

Weave: (muffet) a red spider monster from nomadtale. Weave is a co-owner of a steadily growing boutique. The other owner is lush. Lush handles all the money part of owning the business, while weave is in charge of filling orders and training the other employees. What makes her boutique special is that she can enchant clothing to make it more durable, stain proof, and stretchier. She’s a life saver to a lot of monsters. Weave is a total sweetheart. She’s a soft spoken, snuggly, generous and kind monster. And she gets flustered very easily. The best way to get weave blushing is to complement her work. She’s very proud of her clothes. Or give her potato chips. It’s her favorite treat

things she loves: fabirc, potato chips, temmie flakes, lush

Marco Reyes: a hispanic looking human man from texas. His stepmother (also human)is from farmtale though. Marco is a playful guy whos notorious for matchmaking lol. He wants all his friends to happily pair up, and has been surprisingly successful at this. He works at a rice mill and leads a scout troop on the side. He is best friends with rancher.

Charles Barkins (mr corgi): a corgi-like dog monster from mafiatale. once a former mafia goon, now royal guard. He works alongside snipe on king Asgores security team. He deals more with the physical side of the job like the actual guarding and testing the royals food for poisons and such. Mr corgi is a laid back and somewhat catty fellow. He's a huge gossip but loyal to those who have his respect. He is snipes only friend outside of family

things he loves: hunting, rifles, sparring, crossword puzzles, camping, the color blue, farmtale monsters, ribs, breaking fingers during interrogations, babysitting his niece, snow days, fuzzy sweaters and mittens, and mixing drinks

Harper White: a blonde human girl born in ebott. she's in her senior year of high school and on weekends and Wednesdays and Tuesdays she works as a cashier at willows bakery. Shes reliable but she also just loves to annoy willow so much. She keeps changing the radio station in the store and trying to get him to let her film tik toks lol. She's a good kid though and plans to keep working at the bakery when she goes to college.

Mr Campbell: an older human man from birdswap. His full name is Brian Campbell. He is the manager of the bakery when willow isn't in that day. Brian is a good friend to his boss, honorable enough, and a great scheduler. He's a kind fellow and takes the leftover bread at the end of the day so he can feed the birds with his grandkids. His wife attends noirs yoga classes.

Danny Gage: A straight black haired woman from mafiatale. She was the ex best friend of snipe before he was whisked away by the mafia. She's a practical lady, Always looking for the logic behind an argument first. Shes a licensed therapist specializing in psychopaths and sociopaths. She is the one currently working on ace's case. She and snipe are aware of each other, but due to her profession decided its better to stay distant.

Temmie: secretly a fae from ?????, temmie is a monster from ????, wait no temmie is a monster species- why do they have the same name, are they speaking in sync-. forget all that. the collective known as temmie own a chip factory called temmie flakes. nobody really knows what theyre made of but they sure are delicious!

Yosemite: the father of peaches and rancher, and the mate of rosemary. Yosemite is a large tree golem from farmtale. He is a silent stoic monster but is really just a gentle giant. Hes happy to let his wife take the reigns and do most of the speaking for him. He helps out in the family pie business. On the side he makes leather crafts but its more of a hobby really.

things he loves: his family, pie, wrestling, cattle, bull riding

miller: the new baby brother of rancher and peaches, miller is a toddler tree golem born in ebott. He only just started talking, but he has a lot to say about his mums and dads pies! hes fascinated with the kitchen.

Lilo: a goblin monster from nomadtale, lilo is a young adult who just entered her 20s. she's soft-spoken and gentle. She's a creative lady but isn't sure about what she wants to do with her life yet, but she's looking forward to all the possibilities. Lilo works as a cashier and stocker at gears and compass' garden shop.

things she loves: pretty coins, mint bushes, bandanas

Winnie: The daughter of sugar, winnie is a half breed monster who was born in spain to her human mum, and shipped back to ebott when she was a few months old. Her mother refused to come back to ebott and didn't want the shame of raising a monster child. Sugar had no idea about his daughters existence until she was practically left on his doorstep. winnie is now 10 and is a cheerful kid. She loves everything barbie and is in beginners color guard. She used to be fluent in spanish but is slowly loosing the language

Titan: a large black scaled river monster from outertale. Titan is the father of jupiter and pluto. He's retired from the royal guard and is living his best life at seashore with his small pack of rescue dogs lol. Titan is an intimidating figure, you can just feel the seasoned warrior in his aura. Hes kind to his sons though and makes an effort to understand plutos interests despite having no head for science.

Wisteria: a wisteria petal monster from nomadtale, wisteria is a spunky and rather aggressive monster. She never backs down from a fight despite being rather weak in magic. She's sassy and has a great sense of humor. She works as an electrician in mettaland. She is infertile, but she and her husband just had a baby via surrogate together.

Linden: a green raccoon monster from nomadtale, linden is a goofy but passive kinda guy. He likes to go with the flow of life and feels no need to rush things. He works as a janitor in mettaland, sweeping up the park. His mate wisteria is infertile, but they were recently able to have a baby via surrogate.

Frankie: a brown chigupa from lustred. Frankie is a spunky bright eyed monster. She’s bubbly and cheeky. She loves teasing her friends and can be a terrible gossip sometimes, but usually she means well lol. she currently has an apprenticeship at a local hospital with the labs. Her tasks are mostly to clean equipment now, but she hopes she can move up and get certified to be an anesthesiologist. Frankie was previously part of the same orphan pack as pesto and Flambe and is still close with her pseudo brothers, even though they no longer live close. She’s been offered a job at the brothel and if her apprenticeship doesn’t work out, she plans to take it.

Things she loves: goofy looking pens, instant noodles, memorizing pharmaceutical drug names, pole dancing, breaking bad

Sylva Heifers: a green triadscog from drakeswap. Sylva is a graceful intelligent well bred monster. She’s considered a beauty by others, and it doesn’t help that she comes from an important family. She’s distantly related to the drakeswap royals and saga and hilda as well. She’s quite close to her little cousin Hilda who looks up to her pseudo auntie. Sylva is also friendly with zen and Alden and Ollivander. Sylvas family is known for their beautiful architecture. Hilda finished her apprenticeship with sagas family and company, and they were the ones commissioned to work on the temple and some of the tombs in remembrance. She’s currently thinking of retiring so she can finally settle down and have some children with her soulmate before they become too old

things she loves: her soulmate Drew (goat monster), rose quartz, buildings with large towers, chess, poetry, fried artichoke hearts.

Berkeley Dickens: a carashield from gastertale, Berkeley is a well spoken dignified and elegant fellow. He was born in high society and worked hard to respect the customs and rules of his ancestors. He has a scientific mind like many in gastertale, but takes it in a different direction with an interest in music! So despite having the attitude of the stuffy “silver” (gaster) monsters, he’s considered a bit of an oddball in his au Barkley is a conductor for a prestigious orchestra in ebott. He writes the music they play as well, designing the songs for the way the sound waves make people feel over the actual sound. However many adore his music and his shows are always packed

Things he loves: music of course, the piano and cello especially, fencing, lemon flavored ice treats, his cat Beethoven, the color navy blue, fancy pens and stationary, winter

Cotton Lee: an orange maedae from outerswap, Cotton like every maedae before her is a real spitfire! She’s got a lust for violence and her biggest goal is to be a professional fighter and to someday beat every fighter who’s ever won ebotts freedom festival battle royal. Especially Helios, she’s modeled her fighting style after him after all. While cotton is feisty, she is also a compassionate child and loves feeling helpful. Her parents found that the easiest way to keep her out of trouble is to make her feel like she’s in charge of or responsible for something lol.

Things she loves: sparring, fighting, any form of combat, Godzilla movies, her mom’s vintage frilly dresses, stealing from her moms closet, Helios, GI Joe, lace bows.

Mozzy stewart: a ginger and cream vamboa monster from farmswap, Mozzy is a huge goofball, he loves to play and joke around. And of course he lives up to his monster subspecies by being a huge flirt. However he tends to get sidetracked while picking up chicks/dudes and winds up making friends instead. Oops. Mozzy comes from a long line of butchers and follows the family business working in his parents butcher shop. He’s mostly behind the counter slicing the meat and packaging it. He takes a lot of pride in his job and hopes to inherit the shop when his parents retire as the only child who works full time there.

Things he loves: baby back ribs, pork loin, tri tip, sloppy Joe sandwiches, barbecue sauce, hosting barbecues, gardening, hook ups, hair care, volleyball, swimming, the lake

Brie Stewart-Bakers: the oldest sister of mozzy, she’s the one sibling who came out a normal human. She’s 78 now, and her husband passed two years ago from a heart attack. Brie is starting to slow down, so Mozzy moved in with her to be a helping hand. She was like a third parent to him so they’re very close

Middlemist: a rusalka from baubletale, Middlemist is very stuck in the clouds. She’s a rather distracted sort of person, always caught in the stories she makes up in her head. She’s kind and goofy when you catch her attention though! Middlemist works in Mettaland as a voice actor in the same cartoon stitches voice acts for. She plays both the main villain and the female love interest character. She’s absolutely obsessed with the cartoon she works for and operates a well known fan blog for it as well. She's a friend and coworker of stitches.

Esther Mogs: a malgoth from the factory monsters (mafia aus), Esther is a gentle and guarded character. She was in a rough area before the crash and worked half to death in a concrete factory. The crash was her big break, and taking that opportunity it provided, she managed to get herself in school. She just recently graduated college and got her teaching degree Esther just started work at a little primary school in ebott city. She works with the younger kids, a mixed group of kindergarten humans and monster children who just got control of their magic. She adores her job so far but can’t help but be skittish around one of the kids parents despite their positive history.

Feller Belted: a gleeko from underwest, Feller is a playful friendly guy. He’s super chatty and loves to hear about people’s stories. Something about him makes others wanna share, and he often winds up as an accidental therapist at the bar lol. He’s madly in love with prairie and is planning how he’s going to romance her with the help of his mate and best wingman genius, another gleeko. Feller is a farmhand in Goldenvalley. He’s a surprisingly good climber for a gleeko and works on various farms trimming trees and harvesting. When farm work is slow, he makes some killer jam to sell.

Mother Gothel: the grandmother of thistle and yarrow and the mother of morticia, she is one of the 30 fae who stayed on the surface. It’s unsure what au she’s from, but she currently has a child with a male witch from the grimms. Her husband has since passed years ago. She has a second child as well who passed of old age 10 years ago. Gothel has been traveling the world in memory of the older one visiting all the places he wanted to see. she typically takes the form of a skeleton with black bones. She says she’s like an albino skeleton but reversed. But she also takes the form of a woman with black hair, silver skin and the eyes of a crow. And when she’s feeling peckish, she takes the form of a crow owl folk.

Hansel Merlin: a bunny from grimmtale, hansel is part of the merlin coven and is the childhood friend of yarrow. Hansel is a little ball of anxiety. She has trouble talking to new people and can stress herself out so much she faints lol. Despite that she’s determined and always willing to push herself, if yarrow is there of course lol. She’s a very curious bunny and refuses to let her anxiety hold her back from chasing her dreams!

Things she loves: yarrow (like a brother), seafood, rock climbing, jump rope tricks, dancing and human women lol

Jeanie Snowtuft: a denim blue bunny monster from underswap, jeanie is the maternal aunt of star and honey, and the one who took in her nephews and helped star raise honey when their parents dusted. Jeanie is the second youngest daughter of the snowtuft bunny family and one of 11 siblings. She has a bunny soulmate, Bleau, and together they have 8 children (and honey and star who might as well be their kids too). Jeanie is a generous, kind and cuddly monster who always has an ear ready to listen and a shoulder to cry on. and she smells like brown sugar. anyone who doesn't love this mama is lying, yes you do.

things she loves: her kids and grandkids, baking, honey and star, american cop shows, nail care, true crime podcasts

Bleau Snowtuft: a chocolate brown bunny monster from underswap, Bleau is the soulmate of jeanie and the uncle of star and honey. He worked very hard his whole life to help support his nephews and kids, and hes finally been able to retire after the crash- no wait, his kids are having grandkids now. Bleau is enjoying his "retirement" days as a full time grandpa now.

Major Ell: a scruffy looking dog monster resembling a terrier with an overbite. Major is from underfell and is a notorious scammer. Hes well known for showing up at every festival in ebott and running game stands that nobody ever wins prizes at. He used to be one of the royal dog guard working under edge in snowdin.

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FOR: @mobscene-starters EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: The Main Bar.

If Felicity hadn't forced her hand, Amélie wouldn't be here.

And the realisation of her dire situation had begun to set in. Felicity's friendship with Andrew started raising questions after Gideon's revelation, and now she realised just how corrupt everything she was involved in was. And that letter, the one tucked away in a box at home: stating certain stories would be better portrayed in a favouring light of the Rutherford's as she began her takedown of the French. It was all in effect. The first domino had fallen — and while she wished to be anywhere else in the world.

Nothing had prepared her for those shirts.

It hadn't taken her long to trudge over to the bar and order the first thing she saw: very out of character for a woman who found herself giddy after just two wines. Alone was one way to put it: and without her phone, she wanted to riot.

A notebook clutched in her hand, a way to make notes for the story she had to write on the weekend. The real reason she was here: because none of them would've invited her now she was no longer his. "A shot, as well, please."