#hate the pacing !! but i do enjoy that its better at explaining the world and shit cuz the og hasnt rlly
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trigun stampede is insane cuz it's like. knives shows up in episode three. EPISODE THREE. i've finished 19 episodes of the og trigun and i havent seen knives outside of flashbacks. wdym youre putting him in episode three.
#im like three episodes away from w***** fucking dying#and im stalling by watching a bit of stampede#but im not gonna finish the 3rd episode im too worried abt like. idk knives mentioning spoilers. i think i'll just finish the og first lmao#but like. tons of mixed feelings about stampede so far#hate the pacing !! but i do enjoy that its better at explaining the world and shit cuz the og hasnt rlly#i also think that vash's n meryl's designs r rlly cute. i actually like vash's coat better than the og. miss the old glasses tho#i actually just like meryls characterization so far i think its kind of an improvement ngl#but god. GOD. why r we going so fucking fast#trigun#anyways. hi im just talking to myself sorry for trigun posting <3#jc.txt#ok edit ive finished og trigun so now im releasing this from drafts#:]
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What Are Friends For Ch. 28
An Undertale fanfiction
Written by ichiwashername-o
Summary: The final chapter, an ending.
Rating: Viewer discretion advised. Contains swearing, trauma, and psychological horror
Cast: Undyne, Papyrus, Sans, W.D. Gaster, and others
Chapter 1
Previous
AO3
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And finally, FINALLY, my story has finished. I hope everyone who's been with me through this enjoys.
For all the times Frisk had made it here, they never really knew where exactly here was. Or if it could even be called a place to begin with.
They stood with Asriel in a black empty void that stretched infinitely all around them, and though Frisk felt their feet stand on something solid and there , it gave off the impression that maybe what they were standing on wasn’t actually a physical thing at all, merely the suggestion of what should be.
So already their plan to get back to Sans and Papyrus’s house was falling apart because how could they get there if they didn’t even know where they were to begin with?
Asriel heard their concerns and simply shook his head. The small goat monster looked so sad, even though he was doing his best to keep smiling.
“We’re still in the Underground,” he explained. “It’s just that–when I took all the souls, it just distorted the world around us. But we can get back to Sans and Papyrus’s. It’ll be easy.”
Asriel held out his hand and Frisk took it without hesitation.
And just like that, they blinked and they were in Snowdin, standing outside a very familiar house with twinkling lights and festive decorations. Frisk’s eyes went wide in surprise, and Asriel just laughed at their expression.
“With all the monsters’ powers within me, well, I can do just about anything,” he said.
Sometimes it was easy for Frisk to forget, as small and unassuming and innocent as Asriel looked right now, he had all the power of a literal god. Frisk shouldn’t be so surprised, given everything they’ve been through, but even now they found new mysteries of the Underground.
They stepped around the house and to the back door which led down to the basement. As they walked, with Asriel nervously fidgeting with his hands, he spoke out loud.
“I remember Gaster. Before he got erased, that is,” he said absently. Frisk slowed their pace, listening carefully. “Even when I was young, I always got the sense he was a very troubled monster. He always looked so sad. And angry. But . . . he could also be really nice. I–I didn’t have many friends growing up. Not until–” he stopped, his voice choking a bit from the memory. “But he was a friend to me and Dad. He helped tutor me. He taught me sign language, because I had a hard time understanding his accent. But when he met–when he met Chara–” Again he had to pause to compose himself. “He really hated humans. Just like they did. Because they hurt him so badly.”
Asriel stopped, turning, and Frisk paused as well. They looked at the young prince, whose expression was overcome with resolve.
“I know he did a lot of bad things. Things a lot of monsters won’t ever forgive him for. And it doesn’t excuse it, but I know how badly he was hurting. And if he’s really decided to be a better person after all this time . . .” He took a deep, steadying breath. “He really was a genius. And when he’s back, he can do a lot of good not just for monsters, but for everyone.”
Frisk smiled, nodding their head. “That’s why we’re going to bring him back.”
Frisk extended their hand and Asriel took it as they stepped into the basement together.
Along the far wall, buried underneath a whole slew of dusty old tarps, loomed some strange machine. Frisk had no idea what they were looking at, but it looked like a great big metal arch with tubes and pipes running all around its perimeter, a computer on its right with a keyboard and screen.
This had to be the time machine, but Frisk had no idea how to work it. Asriel clearly did as he approached what Frisk assumed to be a control panel and started pushing some buttons.
“I remember this working a few times before,” he said out loud as he furrowed his brows in thought. “Give me a moment, I just have to power it up.”
“You remember how to work it?” Frisk asked in surprise.
“Not really. But Sans does,” Asriel said “And now that his SOUL is in me, I know what he knows.”
Frisk nodded in understanding. “Right.”
In just a few short moments, the machine was activated with a low and steady hum. The circular gate-like machine was now fully operational thanks to the preemptive work of Papyrus and Sans. And with Asriel at the controls, it was working perfectly. The arc was filled with a shimmering blue iridescent light that sparkled like the ocean waves in the sunlight.
Frisk stood back, admiring the massive metal machine with awe.
Asriel extended his hand, placing it against the metal exterior, and shimmering rainbow vines began to cover it all over, the vines sinking into every nook and cranny it could. The vines pulsed with a beautiful cascade of rainbow colors as they glowed brilliantly.
He turned back to Frisk. “I can’t go with you. I need to stay here and keep it running. It has to work on my own SAVE file. But once you go in, you should be able to find Gaster.”
“Gaster said himself he’s scattered all across time and space,” Frisk thought out loud. “So we’re going to have to go all over to gather up all the pieces of him and put him back together.”
“Sounds like a lot of work,” Asriel said with a grin. “Are you ready?”
Frisk nodded, feeling that familiar warm surge of determination within their soul. “Ready.”
“Ok, just step right through. And good luck, Frisk.”
Frisk nodded, looking up at that swirling maelstrom in front of them. The electric hum tinged the air as they felt their hair stand on end as they approached, static dancing on their skin. They could almost smell the charged ozone the machine was emanating.
They took a deep breath, closed their eyes.
And stepped through.
They felt themselves falling. And then they were pulled, as if swept up in some great powerful current, their tiny body hurtling along some great unknown cosmos. They felt themselves being flung every which way, their arms flailing out to grab something– anything to steady themselves. All around them was a bright shining cascade of colors and sounds and sights too incomprehensible to decipher.
They were traveling across the timeline, seeing each and every possible past, present, and future playing out simultaneously before them.
The chaos was deafening and maddening. Frisk felt tears prick at their eyes as the world around them grew far too much to bear. But they hung on, searching for something–anything– anyone –
T̙he͚͓re yo̯̬u̬ are̯̦̰.
Something grabbed them, steadying them. Though Frisk didn’t see so much as sense it, they knew Gaster was there beside them. A hand that clamped around their arm, firm yet steady, guided them through the chaos of time.
And then they were pulled out of it, out of all the noise and sights and sensations, out into somewhere abyssal and black and nothing.
So staggering was the sudden whiplash between too much stimulation and none at all that Frisk needed a moment to reorient themselves, the stars of their vision fading and the ringing in their ears lessening.
They stood(?) besides Gaster, the skeletal monster that looked like he was barely hanging onto his own existence. Though as fragmented and distorted as his shape was right now, Frisk could see that glimmering beam of his own determination dancing in his black empty eye sockets.
Frisk shook their head, getting their senses back to them. “Gaster,” they said. “Am I glad to see you.”
Gaster simply hummed. W̖͚̤ẹ͖ ͕̖hav͈e̞̦ ̪̙̼muc̬h ̝̯w̰͖ͅork̥͇ a̭̙h̰̲͙ead̮͉ ͚͍͕o̪f u̳̤̺s̗͎,ͅ he said. He then turned upon the small human, and they saw light returning to his eyes. But̘͙͉ ͉̝b͔ͅefo͉ṛḙ͍ w̱e̳̲ ̖̠beg͈͖̘i̥̙̟n̫͚,͖̼ I h̫̻a̲̫̮v̳͉͕e ͔a few ̥͎th̳in̘̣g͕̱͖s̞ ̩to͇̮̗ a̦͚s̠k ͙̗of ̰̳y͕̪̗o̬̻u͔.̬͉
Frisk swallowed. “Um, ok, what’s that?”
F̟͈̱i̯rs̜ṭ͙ ̦of̱ ̭̻al̺͚̘l͉̼̲,͍̬ do̗ y͍̲͓our b̤̥̱e̩s̱t̙̰ t̗o̳̤ ̮̭not ͉͍͕g̘̬͉eṯ di̲͇̻str̞͕act͙̟ẹd and̞ to͖̙ ̬̥͉sṱ̰a̝͈͓y o̟̱̳n̮͎ ̥t͓̤a̱͔ͅsk.̲̤̘ It̫̩ ̲̮i̹̗s͉̟ ̤d͕̼i̜̳f͈̲f̳i̦̜cu͔͙l̰ṭ ͍en̤ou̻g̭h̯͈̳ ͔̩t͍͕o na͓̪͔v̥̠̙i͓̰̬g͓ate ͕t̝h͈̦̣e ̼̝̘vo͖id ̤̳͍a͍s i̥s̩̞.̺̼
Frisk frowned, very nearly pouting. “I’m not going to be distracted.”
S̳̬͉ec̻̙̙on͍̭d̮̹ of a̳̳ll͍̻,͙̻͕ ̜ Gaster went on, as if he hadn’t heard them. I ͉woul̮͚d͈̜ ̮̪̩li͍̬k̻̺ͅe ̳ͅy̙̘ou̩ ͔̝̤t͉͈o ͉̘̝h͓old͚̻̰ o̺n ̹̼to a̜̮ ̭f̹e̗͈͇w̲̯͖ ̟̫t̹̱̱hi̗͇n͖̖̤gs͎͍.̟̦
He raised one of his skeletal hands and reached inside . . . somewhere and pulled out two envelopes, sealed shut. Frisk blinked.
Where did he get those?
I ̻͔͔n̥̝ee̺ḏͅ ͓̩͚y͕̖ọṵ̮ ͉to̗ h͈o̳̬͔ld̗̗ on̺̲t̰̲̱o ͓͖̦t͕̪hes̫̲e̠̹ fo̩r̮ me. As ̗̫a ̯favor̤̜,̻͚ Gaster said calmly. He extended his hand, holding out the envelopes to the human. Too curious for their own good, Frisk took them, seeing that one was addressed to them, and the other–
The other was addressed to Grillby.
Now Frisk was completely confused. “Why do you want me to hold onto these?”
I̳̮n̯͍s͖u̥͕̲r̰an̳̯͙c̣̪͙e,̩ Gaster said simply. I ̘am͖͚̠ ͕̮n͚͇͚o̲̖t̺ ̟̠͎g̞oi̼ng t̥o̻̯ ͙̼p̬̝̬r͚et̻end̲͖̙ ̜̫th̬͓ạ͖t th̩̞is ̲jo̹͈̘u̩rne̤̭̺y ̳w͔̦o̘͙n’̺t͔͉̮ ̞̼͚b̩̞e ext̪̮raor͕͓̗d��in̜͇͎a̻̺r̳ͅil̪y ̫̟d̠̝a̲͎ͅng̜e̱r̟o̮us͓̭.̺͕ ͅI̭̗t͖̟̟ coul͉d̩̤ ͖very̘̰̱ w̟̗ell͈̺̪ ̹ͅde̘ș͔̬t̰̠ͅṛ̱͇oy͎̦̤ m͍e.̦ A̭̮͉n̥d̟͎̰ j͎̝̱ust̳̻ in ̣͉c̼̖a̳s̤͖͔e it̞̪̱ ̞do͙̜e̱͉s . .̲̯̘ ̣̦̩.̖ I̺ ̗̦n̪e͉̝e̬̜͚d͎ yo̠͖u̜̮̥ t̺o̙͚̰ ͇h͕o̮͙l̻͙d ̪̩̥o̖͔̬n͚̳͚ ̰t͓̣̭o ̜̱t͉hese.̰
“But nothing’s going to happen to you,” Frisk insisted, shoving them back towards Gaster. “You’re getting out of here. Then you can hand this to Grillby yourself.”
Gaster didn’t move as Frisk continued to shove the letters against Gaster’s semi-blobby, semi-static form.
Plea͚̫se ͉͖̩p̪̹̻u̻t͔̤ a̩͍si̭d̖e yo͉̲u͓̭͍r stub̭̻̦bo͇̤r̟̞n̘ness̖̠ ̫for ̥o̞n͎̝͈e m͕̺o̟͖̬m̙en̠̘t and̺ li͍ste̺̹͎n,̙̬ Gaster said lowly. I͚̻ ḍo ͙̦͙no̰̹͚t̰ ͉͚̲i͖n̞t̥͇e̬̜n̖d̗͔͕ ț̤̞o ̫̜̱lẹa̙̠ͅv̩e ̜̭̥a͙̠n̪͈͎y ̮b͚us̝ine̲s̰s͚ inc̖̥͙om̦̻ͅpl͔͕͕ẹt̫e̘̝, ̯̜b̪̲ut so to̮o̼ mu̘s͙t I ̦͍a̼̝͎c͈̰k̤̹n̻ow̦͍̦l̹e͙d̹̤̬g̥̦̪e̙ ̟̰̥t̻̲h̭̭̫e ̺̯i͎̜n͉̜̱n͚a̞͇̣t̯͉e da̹ng̲͓͙er ͔͙of ̹o̟͙ͅu͕͈̠r̘ ̺̲̠mi͍s̻sion̝̹͓. ͎̯S̮͈̭h͕̩̭ou͕͖̻ld a̫̻̗l͖l̜ g̠̻ͅọ̳̦ ̭̗̻to̺̝ ͔̤̙p̼̜l͈aṋ̯̞,̦ ̩ͅt̰̖h̼͙e͚n ̞̺̹you ̺̺ne͍̥e̩d ̭̺n̦̖͙ot do an͓y͇̞̺th̞̭̲i̼̳ng͕͙̞. Bu̫t ͙i͈f̩̤̟ no͍̪͓t .̥͓ . ̻ͅ.
He let the warning hang.
J̳̮̱ụs͉̮̜t͇͚ d̮o̪ ͉͍me ̤̦t͙̜h̲̟͙i͇s͙͎ ͉̦o̺͚n̯̲e̜͇̟ s̼m̹̳̤all ̲̮͖g̮͔͎rac̙̦e,͓͎ ͕͉p͚l͔̻ea̖͓̯se.͓̜̬
Frisk frowned, but begrudgingly shoved the letters into their pocket. “As soon as we get back, I’m giving them back to you.”
Tha̮͙t ̼̜i̤̻s̭ ͎̤more ṱha̘̱n ̬̺f̩a͇̤̳i̬̱r. O͇̤͚hͅ,̗̥̜ a̮̗͙n̰̗d̹̟ ̩o̩ne l̤̦͇as̪t͍ ̪thi̗n̻g,͎ Gaster said, raising a finger. I̟̙f͇̥ ̦I ̩̼̟can̖n̖ot d͈̻͔eli̗̥̗v̖̩e̬̲r̯ͅ ̜͈the̮̘ l̖e̗̥̗t̤t̹̩e̘͔r̟̙͉ m̺y̲s̺el͚̗f–̰̺m̞i͔̲nd ͓̱yo̩͉͈u̖, I s̟̩̥a̗͈id ̪͖I̭F,̮̪ he snapped, to prevent Frisk from interrupting him. T̯͔̹ẖ̘̫e̦re ͉͎̫i̻ͅs̘̘̟ ͙on̗̺͚e ͕ț͖̙h̬̮i̘̫̺ng I n̥e͓ed you͎ t̘o t͍̬̲e̗̖̙l̟͓ḷ ͅGr̖͇i̩l̰̯͍l͖by̥̱̺.͎͖
“And what’s that?” Frisk asked.
Teͅl̗͇̹l͉͇͎ ̝̩ͅh̩͕i͚̺̟mͅ ̮̩t͈̰o̹̯͍ ̤͙̭r͍̞̞ea͙͈d m͕y͚̼ let͍͍te̞r in it̟s̳͎̯ ̠̫enti̗͖̤r̝̲e͍̫t̩̞͈y̺̟̥. Ma͈̠̺kͅͅe͚͎͈ him̖ ̼̣prom̹̹̘i̜̟ͅs̺͉e̤̪ ̖̲͈to̼̻ d̠o̤̘ so̫̹, Gaster urged.
Frisk felt their brows contort together in confusion. “What?”
I f͎̙ear̞͓̥ h͉̜e m͕̞̹ay͔ ̼̪̹b̝̥͚e a ̮̳̱b͈̗̭it . . .̹͉̹ ̞̥i͔̤̲nc̩̼̗en̺̺sed̪̗͎ ͎͖̣t̤o ͕̯s̱̩ee̯̩ m͖̱͍e̹̙̥ ̞reac͕̼͔ḫ o̼̺̮u̻̳̪ț̬ to͍̲ ̠̖̲hi͖̮m, a͍n̹d͓̪ ̟thu͔̜s ̮̗̞wo͙̫͓ul̗̜ḏ ̯͕̦b̯u͎̘̝rn͚̣ͅ ̼̜͕m͇y̲͓ let̖t͍e̘͍ͅr͔̗ ̳t͔o̞̹ ash͈͇ ̯̟͈bef͔͓o̲r͈̤e̮̙͚ ̟̠͚he͎͓ ̘̟eve̤n͙̰ͅ o̗̰pens i̗̖t͙̗̮, Gaster admitted. His expression contorted, his sockets shifting upward in mourning and regret. I͍͓̻ d̮̞ͅo ̫͇̮no̠̤̰t bla̳̦̮m̗e̪ ̘̬̱h͈i̝m̲͈. Bu̠͇t̩ the͇̮̫re ̲is̝̦ much I ͅwo̝͈uld ̞͓li͇k͓̳̟e̲̺̼ ̜͚t̯o͙̳͇ ͉̘sa̞̟̪y to̪̟ ̳hͅim̥̬–̱̭so̲ b̮̪̥e͇̹̞fo͕re y̹̼ou g̱̬̘i͇̲̼ve̯ him͕ th̟e̝̥̙ ̯͖let̪̠t̳e̬̩͉r͎,̱̦ ma̱͇̣kͅe̙͕ h̠͓i͍̫̭m̯̪͉ ̯̞̫s̱̠we̘aṛ̭ ̪̜̱he͕̼̥ wi̘̖ll rea͎ḏ it͙̞ ̼̙thro̩ug̗̯h͚͚̥.̳̗ͅ ̹And ̪o̖͙̥n͔͙ce̦̱ ̖̯ͅhe ̠̠̫d̺̗͍ọe̫s .̤̯ ͍.̦ .̺ ̜̮h͖̥̪e m̻a͔͙̩y ̰̻ͅdo̟̟̥ w͖it͉̰͚ḫ̜͍ ̦it͕̮ ̭̯̜wh̠̣̗at h͔e̫̪ p̖leas̪̙ẹ͙s.
Gaster’s plea was so earnest and desperate that Frisk understood immediately the severity in which Gaster spoke. So they nodded grimly, gripping the letter tightly.
This letter was so important to him. It made Frisk feel so small to be entrusted to something so dear.
“But you can tell him yourself, face-to-face, when we get back,” Frisk insisted.
Gaster smiled. T̘ha͙̣̙t̩ i͙̬̯s̭ t͚̱̖h͖͓e ̭h͇ope.̱
He then extended his hand out to Frisk, who grabbed it without hesitation. His hand felt so strange, flickering between solid and not-there and static and everything in between. Gaster really did look like he was going to fall apart at a moment’s notice. And Frisk knew it was by some small miracle that he hadn't by now.
Let ̗u̺̙s b̤̮̺e̼̪̰ ͓͎o̯̣̦ff͎̱, he said.
And then they dipped right back into the time stream, stepping out of the void and back into chaos. Frisk squinted their eyes closed, bracing themselves as they tried to shut out all the noise around them.
They didn’t know how Gaster knew where to go, they simply had to trust the monster. And once they found his pieces, they could start putting him back together–
Slowly the sights and sensations around them began to come together into a more coherent image. They saw flashes of Alphys in the lab, experimenting with a yellow flower. They saw Asgore at the end of a golden hall, facing down a small human child clad in yellow. They saw Toriel run from the palace, her expression twisted in a furious mix of rage and grief.
Frisk blinked.
Just when were they going?
The scene before them began to grow clearer and clearer. They were at the throne room, the two massive chairs of the king and queen of monsters currently empty. Light filtered through the many stained glass windows of the halls. They could hear birds singing lightly in the distance.
And through the far door, a figure loomed. It approached, staggering and limping. It towered above Frisk, even as hunched over as it was. And as they stepped into the lush green throne room, the light spilling on its face–
Frisk’s eyes widened in recognition.
It was Asriel. But not the small young goat monster Frisk knew them as. He was in his godly form, long curled horns arching over his head and black stripes crossing his face.
His body was badly damaged, sliced apart from many gashes and wounds, arrows burrowed deep all across his body. Every step the prince took was one of sheer agony as he pushed through his fatal wounds to return home–
Return home with the tiny unmoving body of Chara clutched in his hands.
Frisk could only gasp. “What–what are we doing here?” they asked breathlessly. They heard of the moment the young prince died so many times, but to see it for themselves-!
Gaster didn’t answer. They just watched on, their eyes narrowed with grit and focus. His expression was a tight grimace, one hand reaching out as if in anticipation.
Frisk watched him carefully. “Wait, is a piece of you here?”
Asriel collapsed to his knees, one last mournful smile crossing his face. He closed his eyes, and with one final sigh, his body crumpled to dust.
Above the grass where his dust laid, Frisk saw it: two souls, one red, and one white. The red vanished in but a blink of an eye, but the white soul lingered for only a moment more. And Frisk immediately knew what they were looking at.
Asriel’s soul.
It burned with all the radiance of a star, hovering in the air with a faint tremble.
So̜me͍̦da̪̜y, ͕̮̫p̠͔er͉ẖ̝̼aps̻ yo̙̫u ̬̞wil̪l̫̩̬ ̣̝f̺͕̘or̯̞͇g̞iv̹͎e̗̜ me̗͍̖.͓̦
Frisk didn’t understand. Not until it was too late.
Gaster’s hand snapped forward, his fingers latching around the soul and digging deep into the unbridled force before him. He screamed. But on he held, his eyes flashing wildly with magic as he grabbed the Soul and began to drag it, his body shredding into flakes of nothing as the overwhelming power of the soul threatened to rip him apart.
“What are you doing?!”
Gaster could not afford even a moment of his concentration to waver as it took every single bit of strength and grit he had left to simply hold on. But he pulled, pulled himself and Frisk and Asriel’s soul through time and space–
Back to the time machine.
Back to the small monster waiting just on the other side, his eyes wide in shock and horror.
With one final desperate cry, Gaster reached out, slamming the soul into Asriel’s tiny body.
Asriel screamed.
Gaster, with one final contented smile and a sigh of relief, fell into oblivion.
And the world around them went white.
–
“Frisk! Oh, Frisk, please wake up!”
Frisk groaned. Their entire body ached, and their head pulsed painfully. They slowly blinked awake, shaking off the haze of confusion and disorientation.
It took many seconds for the world to come back into focus. Everything around them was so blurry and discombobulated, the voices around them muffled and muted.
They tried to sit up, and a gentle hand assisted them, pressing onto the small of their back. They blinked again, screwing their eyes up in concentration. There was nothing but a blur of white in front of them.
“Human! There you are! We were so worried! We didn’t know if you’d wake back up!”
Frisk groaned, rubbing their head. Their senses were finally coming back to them. “ Urgh . . . Papyrus . . . ?”
“It is I!” the skeleton announced bombastically, his wide toothy grin finally coming back into focus. “You’ve been through quite the ordeal! But I am glad you’re back to the land of the living! You gave us all quite the scare!”
Frisk shook their head, gathering themselves. They were back in the final corridor just before the barrier, right where they were when they fought Asriel. Surrounding them was Alphys and Undyne, but Sans, Asgore, and Toriel were nowhere to be seen. Frisk looked around for them.
“Where’s everyone else?” they asked immediately. “What happened?”
“We were hoping you could answer that,” Undyne said with a smile. “We were facing down that flower, there was a bright light, and then we were back here, with–”
“Everyone else is back in the throne room,” Papyrus said. “They didn’t mean to leave you here, but I promised to look after you, and, well –”
Frisk looked up at Papyrus, trying to figure out just why he looked so damn guilty. But no time for that right now, they shoved themselves to their feet and took off back towards the throne room, the three monsters hot on their heels.
They could hear voices, loud voices. They couldn’t tell if they were laughing or sobbing over all the shouting and screaming. Frisk ran faster.
They burst into the room to see Asgore and Toriel on their knees, their arms wrapped tightly around a third figure between them. Both were openly weeping, fat wet tears rolling down their cheeks, but they were both smiling so wide and so brightly. Frisk froze.
“I don’t believe it– I don’t believe it!!!” Toriel was saying between gasps of sobs.
“It’s a miracle! You’re back!” Asgore was somehow sobbing even harder than Toriel. He had to pull away several times just to wipe away his eyes. “Oh, my son, you’re back!!!”
Frisk could only stare. In between the clutches of King Asgore and Toriel . . . was Asriel. The young goat monster was clinging to the both of them with all their strength, refusing to let go as he sobbed in his parents’ arms.
Standing behind them was Sans, who was looking on silently and with a sense of fondness.
It wasn’t long before Frisk’s presence was noted, and Asriel looked up at them with big red eyes. He smiled ear to floppy ear, finally at last pulling away from his parents to greet them.
“Frisk!”
He ran right to them, hugging them fiercely. Frisk hugged them right back, still too stunned to do much else, but they pulled away, gaping at Asriel.
“I–what– how?!” was all that they could stammer.
“I’m here! I’m really here!” Asriel said, pulling back slightly but still holding tight to Frisk’s hands. “Gaster and you–! You got my soul! You got it back to me!”
It came back to them. That moment in the hallway with Gaster, who reached through time and space to grasp the young prince’s soul and return it to his body.
“So you’re here? You’re really . . . you?” they stammered.
“It’s me! It’s really, finally me!” Asriel said, tears threatening to spill once again. “I–I can feel again! I can feel everything! I’m not a flower anymore!”
And they just held each other for a long moment still, Frisk’s head still reeling. But finally, after what seemed to be hours of all of them reveling in the young prince’s miraculous return, Frisk turned back to address all the gathered monsters, examining all their faces. Everyone was a mix of surprise and sheer delight, but behind those proud contented smiles of the skeleton brothers . . .
There was a look of deep and profound sadness. And guilt.
“Where’s Gaster?” Frisk asked, turning towards the brothers. “I went back to save him, so where is he?”
“You still don’t get it, do you?” Sans said with a quiet sigh. He shook his head. “Ah, kid, there’s no easy way to say this–”
“Gaster’s gone,” Papyrus said sadly.
“What?! No he’s not!” Frisk protested furiously. “He was right behind me–! We were going to bring him back, he promised–!”
“He lied to you,” Sans said softly and with a great deal of patience. “He never had any intention of coming back.”
Frisk felt a terrible weight bear down all around them as if the floor beneath their feet had fallen away. “So–this entire time–ever since you stepped out of that door–”
“Please forgive us,” Papyrus said mournfully. “But it was Gaster’s wish.”
And so the brothers recanted what happened behind that silver door
–
Sans was not in a mood to talk. Hell, he was barely holding it together and admirably restraining himself from bringing down his entire wrath upon the one monster responsible for all of his suffering. To speak nothing of the devastating harm he inflicted upon Papyrus.
But Papyrus, ever optimistic, stupidly naive Papyrus, heard him out. He listened. He empathized. Empathized . With that bastard .
I c̖a̞n ͔̪̥st̠and ͈h͙ere t͈i͔l t̪͇he ̘̱̱e̝̺̫n͇̪d̫ of t̰̖ịm̯ḙ̖ t̠͓o ̦v̭̞o͈i͚̞̫c̠͉e ̥͇͉my̥͚̫ ͎̗r̳̟eg̮͍r͖̟̝ets̗̠ ̖̱an̙̮d͉̖ ̯so̙̻͉r̘̝ͅrow̥s͚͖̭,̠͖ bu̖t ͎̞͙not̹̠̤h̝̱ͅing ̙I̭ ͇ca̝n̦͓ sa͓̳ͅy̟̳̪ ͔̰̻w̺i̭̝l̯l̩ mạ̟ke̳̳ ̙̹ͅy̩̝ͅou f͙o͉̦r͈̖gi͙ve͓͕ me̳̪͇, ̜̞o̠̟̭r̮ eṿ̩e͔n̞ ̝̺͔b͎̗͎eg̘̳̘in to̯̱͈ m̤̠a̩k̳͍e̳̯ ̙̤up f̘̭or ͔ẉ͔̝h̥̟at ̻̩I̭̞’̞͓v̜͖e ̯͇̭d͍̻o͔͔̮n͓̤e̯͙̫,̳̳ Gaster was saying. B̪u̜̙͖t ̻ͅh̤o̗we̬̖v͔e̱͈r em͕̥pt͚y ̪͈̩you͖̜̩ m̠̱̖a̯ỵ͎ fi̜̗̻n̮̥d̟ ̱̹th̙̠̪es̱͉ͅe͕͕͍ w̘̹̤or̖̘ͅd̥s, ̬do̼̙ ̥̠kn̬ow̲̙ this̱̼̝ ͈̰͎ṭo̦͚͎ ̝̘b̺̯e͕ ̱t̹̥ru̬̟e–̼̜I ̪re̟͓g̙͇͈ret̟̯̝ ̻͇͈a̖͙͉ll ̹I͍ ha͙̯v͍e̬ ̤̼d̹one ̙t̼o ̦y̮̦ͅo̭u̩.̝ ̰͉͖A̹n̥͔̩d I wi̥͕s̘̲̺h̪ to us̘̻e ͓͙̙m̝̣̩y ̹̗̭f̩in̦͖̖al̮ ̲̱fl͓̩͙e̠̭̤e͖̖ting̘̭̩ ̝͓̦mo̫͙m͍͖eṋts̳̰ ̝̠̻o̫f̗ e̹͓xi͍̣s͖t̲e̼nc͈ͅe̦͓̞ ̘̜t͖̥̘o ̙d͉̲o̼ o̟ne̙ f͓̗i̙n̦al̰̖̲ a͙͈̳c̼̲t o̹f g͕̩oo̪d̦̘.
“The human wishes to bring you back,” Papyrus was saying. “If we can somehow find all your missing pieces that were scattered about–”
A̙̣̜nd wͅh͈̜̠at̯? Gaster said with a scoff. P̖u̘̗t ̪̲ͅme ͔ba̭̮ck͈̫ ͕̟tog̰̮eṭ͍he̳̤r̹ ̯̖̩like̼̞ s̜om̞̪̺e j̯͙̱i̠͉͈g̳sa͔̠͍w ̠pu̳z͍z͓͕̜le?̤̘̥ No. I̞͉ h̫̱ạv͈͓̦e̫͎ ̣͍l̠̬ong ̼̳si͔̮͈nc̫̜͈e p̘a͙s͈͈s̘e͇̦d ͎͙̬the ̲͍͔po̙͇i͓͇nt͈ o̦͖f ḇei̻̜n͈g͇ re̟̝̘s̺to͔r̹ed.̦͔
“So what exactly is it that you want to do?” Sans said, unable to keep the venom from dripping from his voice.
I w̮͈i̯ͅsh͍ ͔t̳͓̩o̰ ̪̣s̮͍a̝͔̣v̭̪ẹ tḥ̯͙e ̟̺͎one m̰ons̩̲̤ter ̯̥who̲ i̟̪s̩̘ ̫̣tru̯͕ly ͔d̗̙̼e̪̪̙serv͖in͓g of̙͈ ̯i͓̺t̳̠, Gaster said. I w͍̺̫i̲̻͎s̹̹̙h ̪̙̱t͓̪̯o ̫̻̮r͙es͔ͅt̗o̻re Pr̟̠inc̞ͅe̺͚̦ ̭̙̗As̼rie͔̯l.͉̥
The skeleton brothers stared at him.
“You’re–you’re insane. It’s not possible–”
I͍ͅt is. I̥̫ ̮̤̪h͙a͙͎v̟͕e ̬̥̝s͙̮̮e͓en̪̬ͅ ̟t̝̣h̠̺̦e fa̖l͔l̦̠ ̖̣̹o͇f̯̗ ̬Aș̳ͅr̦̥ͅiel̩̥̖ ti̘̺m͍͕e͎̫ and͎̮ ̞̻͉ti̜͖m̠̙͚e͚ ͅag̹̯̞ḁ̱̳in,̰̩͙ a̺nd i̪f̱ ̠͙͕I w̲̬e̙r͎̳e ̝̺t̺̫o̯͇ be ̪̗t̙̗h̞̰͈ere͈̭ at ̻t̹he͓͖ ̪p̭̝rec̼is̖e̮̙l̟͔͙y ̼r̟i̬gh͍̭̰t͓̥̜ ̼͇ͅm͈̗̤o̼͇m̘e͕̻͙n̩̣͖t . ̼. .̟̙̙ He trailed off. It̤͉̹ ̬̗̤c̹̤an̦͇̺ ̮̫̯b͎̻e ̩d͇o͍̬̼ne.͕ ̰̮B͔͖ut t͈̱hi̳s̰̤ s̺̻hall̟ ̭f̩͚̤i̝nạl̖͎ly̖, ͔̯̳d͈efi͖n͙it̩̫̪iv͎el̹̞͙y͕,̫͙͇ ̯̝̣be͚̣ͅ my end̳.̪̺̮
The brothers glanced at one another. Shock and disbelief still settled over them like an uncomfortable static.
“What do we tell the human?” Papyrus finally whispered.
S͎̹̭ho͔̬͚uld t̤he̮y know̭̠ my͍̩͉ p̝l̗a̯̭n,͎̲ ͍th͉͉e͖͙͙y͕ ̗w̙i̤l̩l̦̺̯ ̬n͕e̺̘v͎̫ͅer a͙͍gr͕̘e̦e ͈͇̻to it.̯ S͎͈u̩͚ch͕̼͚ ̤̬stu̜̱̹b̥b͎͕̗orn̗͈n̻ḙ̭̰ṣ̺s͖ ͈̺.̫͍ͅ ̗. ̼̫̮. Gaster said with a heavy sigh. I͓̦̹t͍ͅ r̥͓emḭ̭n̦͖̯d̬̞s ̦͙me̥͈ ͇.̟ .̮̥ ̦̫͈.̳ ͖̘̝of ̺̗a̟͈ ̤de̺̭ͅa̦̲r̗̮̤ st̥̮u͔̲d̥̦ent ̙̤̯ofͅ ṃin̫̯̩e̱͚̘.̥̥ͅ
He shook his head.
T̝h̰̬e̟͈͈ hu̱m̹ͅa̤n͇̝̭ ̞̼͎can͍n͇̻o̰͇̺t ̫̖k̫̫͔n̖ow̙̭ ̗ou̘͔̞r ̞͍t̝̙͎r̝̳ͅu̺̗͎e ̲͕in̙̫̪t̪̥̺e̹n̖̤ͅt̜͙ͅ.̤ T̝̰̰h̤̦ḙy ͈̝̼w̪͇̰ill ̠̳̬never ͍͓͈ag͈̘̩r̫̗e̝e̯̟ͅ ̝to ̦͕it.͕̯̙
“So you want us to lie to them?” Papyrus protested fiercely. “We can’t do that to them!”
Kn̞o̦̪ẉ͓i̪͎̠ng ͔th̳̹̫em,͚��̠ ̠t̮̬h̦̞ey ̜̞̙w͉i̹̹ḷl͎ nev͉̬͇e̥̯r̳̰ ͕̩a̮cc̰e̳p̝̝t̮ t͙̮̘h̺is̲̫ outc̦o̠me.̣ ͖͎ͅThe͕̮y wil̙l̜̲ ͈̜.͓͙ ̘.͔̘ . ̠͈i̫n͙̣t̮e̞r̻͇fer̦e.̼̤ A͉̠nd then ͍̫͈m̘̞y͉̜͔sel͔f̗ ̙̯a̜̞̹nd ̟̳As̞ri͙e͔l ̝̺wi̩͙ll̯̫ ͍b̪e͈ ̹̖̖ḷ͕͔o̫st f̣o̼̭̳re͕v̗er.̙̫̞ His gaze hardened. Th̻̦i̩s ̗̬͉is̬̭ ̬ͅmy̻̺ ͈̱͔f̬i̦na̩̣l ͓̱̬w͇i̬̦̼sh̠. ̳̩͙My d͔̣̯e̫cͅi͙s͈͕ion͈. ̹̙͙M̹̼̦ỵ̹̣ ̻̳c͓̭̮hoic̰̬̭e ̟̲̫t͔̩̦o̬ ͈̫d̟o t͎̰͈his ̥̱one las̗t th̯͈i̖ng,͔͚̩ f̮͎or̘ ț̠̼ḫem, an̪̩̣d for̤͚ ̪̬̦th͓̱̝e w̭o̪̣̫rld̺.͇̻̞
Sans let out a bitter laugh. “So. This is your ending, huh? You get to die a hero?” Sans balled his hands into fists. “You don’t deserve that! You don’t deserve forgiveness!”
I̻ ne̥͓̻v̙͔e̹̫r sa͔i̳̠̠d̼ any̝͈t̠͔̫ḫ͎̱i̖ng̺̣ ͙ab̯ou̲̺t͙ ̣͈f̳̫orgi̩̗vene̫̙̖s̠̠s,̩̬ Gaster said calmly. I͚͎̙ am͍ well pas̰̞̝t̖̰̼ ̺t̫h̦e͈͕̗ ̮̱͉p̭̹o̱͍int̘ of͍͍̞ ̱ṛe͉̻ͅde̳̗̮mp̫t̺̠i̥̪o͎̫̪n o͔͓͇r ̗ͅsa͓̞l͈͚va̼͙t̺̼̹ion̺͇.̩̜ I ̞kno̭w I ̳c̤̣͉ann͍o̲͓̠t̘̼ ̝̜̳b͉̼e͖ fo̩̫rgi̘̩v͇͕e̱̳͕n̥͖ f̳̻o̫̣r w͈͇͔ha̝t ̭̪̞I’v̯̣̙e̹̝ͅ ̝ͅdon̜̟̤e. But̯̟ a̜̦l͚͎low ̫̯͉m͉̜e̗̤̘ ṭ̦o g͕͈i̟v̱͙̱e a se̺̗͚c̹͈̪o͙̗̠n̪͔̲dͅ chanc̜̠͖e̩ ͕to̼ ̹̠ͅth͉̮̞e̼̥͖ ̮o͎̲͎ne̮͓ p̣̗̲er̠̲̱so̯̯n̮̳̞ ̭̝̮w̖̬h͓̼͔o t̲͈͕r̤̞u̳̼l͈̥̝y̞̺ de̻s͙̥̞e̜r̭v̯̣es͕͇̭ ̜it.͖
Gaster’s features, as warped and distorted as they were, had been stoic and still, but at this, his expression contorted into one of true sorrow and grief. His brows shifted with sadness, the light in his flickering eyes desperate and pleading.
P̘̙̰le̝ase. L͚e̘̠t m̘̞̺e͍̱ͅ ͈̳s̪̯av͚̫ͅe ͍͙̤hḭm.͙͎̼
–
Frisk and Asriel listened to the brothers tell their story, struck silent. Frisk couldn’t help but feel . . . betrayed. And used. It was such a filthy underhanded thing to do–
But in their heart of hearts, they knew Gaster was right. If they knew, they would have protested. They would have fought back with all they had–
Still.
It did nothing to lessen the sting. It hurt so bad, knowing that they couldn’t save him–
But Papyrus, seeing their torment and pain, put a hand on their shoulder comfortingly. “Frisk, please do not be upset with him. You’ve given him something he’s been waiting for a very long time now: peace.”
Frisk shuddered, closing their eyes and composing themselves. It was still so hard to accept. But was it not the case that in every other ending, there was always someone left behind?
Their gaze turned to Asriel, who had been listening on, also wrestling with his own grief.
“I also believe that Gaster gave you something?” Papyrus added.
The letter! Frisk ripped it out of their pocket, feeling a hot lump build in their throat. The bastard had of course planned this and had lied to them from the start. They pulled out the letter addressed to them and ripped it open, Asriel peering over their shoulder.
Frisk began to read it out loud.
Dear Asriel and Frisk,
By the time you read this letter, I will be dead. And my plan would have undoubtedly succeeded in doing what I intended to do from the start: To give the one monster in the entire Underground who is truly worthy of it a second chance.
I understand by now you must feel deceived, and for that I am sorry. But I knew if I had conveyed my true intentions, it would have jeopardized the mission. Frisk, as kind and as compassionate as you are, I know that bull-headed stubbornness of yours far too well. You would have never agreed to any of this if you knew that I would be forfeiting my own life.
You truly are the blood of my dearest student.
But I give up my life freely and gladly, without regret or remorse. Frisk, I know how much you wanted to give me that second chance. I know you wanted to SAVE me to make reparations, to start anew, to redeem myself. But you did not heed my words when I told you I wanted none of that. I have lived a very, very long life. I had my chances. I made friends, I’ve loved, I’ve lost, and I made my choices. I had my chance to live.
But Asriel has not. His life was cut so bitterly short, so young and so full of potential.
If anyone deserves a second chance, it would be him.
Asriel, you truly deserve this, do not doubt it for a second. I remember you when we first met. You are kind, compassionate, intelligent, and will undoubtedly grow into a great and honorable monster.
Now, my dear Prince, my final words to say to you are this: you must not dwell and despair on the actions of your past. Take solace that at this moment, they did not happen. Your friends and family are alive, they are with you, and they love you. Do not despair. Share their love and joy.
Ah, but that is so easy to say but so very hard to do. I know. Because it is not that easy, is it, dear Prince? You may find it easy to blame and hate yourself for your sins, but that is a dark and terrible place to tread and I urge you not to descend that path. There is nothing there but horror and despair.
If you truly wish to seek redemption and reparations for your transgressions, then find it in the good deeds you do for others. Find redemption in kind acts to others, find it in the love you share with family and friends. Let go regret and guilt and give selflessly. You may wish to seek forgiveness. You may wish to earn it, but forgiveness is not something that is earned. It is given freely and willingly. And most important of all, you must be able to give it to yourself.
There is so much I wish to say, so much I want to tell you. But I have full confidence the both of you will lead monsters and humans alike into a new era of peace and prosperity. You will do great and wondrous things, I have full faith in that.
I do not do any of this in the name of redemption or repentance or forgiveness. I do this because it is right , and because this is my final wish: To make one life better from beyond the veil of existence. And if I can accomplish that, then I am content. I can pass in peace knowing my final act was helping another. That is all I wish for.
Enjoy the stars and sun for me.
Dr. W.D. Gaster
Frisk finally finished reading, looking up from the letter with fresh tears brimming in their eyes. Asriel was already crying, messily sniffling and wiping at his nose.
“Gaster always seemed to know just what to say,” Asriel whispered between his sniffles. “I was feeling so guilty because of everything I did–”
“But now you can start over,” Papyrus encouraged. “And you can count on your best friends to stand right by your side whenever you’re feeling down!”
Asriel smiled. “You mean that?”
“Of course I do! Or I am not called the Great Papyrus!”
Asgore and Toriel, both composing themselves from what must have been an incredibly emotional moment, gathered to discuss what to do next.
“Now that the barrier is down, all the monsters can go free,” Asgore said. “And . . . it would be my great honor if I could continue to rule monsters with you by my side, dear Tori.” He extended his hand to her, looking on expectantly. Wishing. Hoping. Praying.
Toriel took a moment, many thoughts crossing her mind. She still resented Asgore for what he did after her son’s death. Asgore had lashed out in pain and grief and she didn’t think she could ever forgive him for that. But what she did afterwards–running away, abandoning her people, locking herself away, letting her entire kingdom and her dear husband fall into despair–well, that had been cruel of her, hadn’t it?
She gave Asgore such grief for not taking one human soul and passing the barrier to gather the other six he would need, but seeing what happened to Asriel–how could she expect Asgore to face anything different? How could she expect Asgore, radiating great and terrible god-like power, to just walk up to humans and ask them for six souls? What would she expect humans to do?
It also didn’t escape her notice that if she so chose, she could have left the Ruins at any time. She could have escorted the ones that fell down here to the barrier herself. She could have lead Frisk here and faced Asgore–
But she didn’t.
She made her choices, too. And now, she had another one to make.
Toriel would be lying if she said she didn’t miss her husband’s company dearly. And seeing Asriel look up at her, practically begging her to say yes . . .
She wanted nothing more than to be a family again.
They would have much to talk about, much to amend, but right now she wanted nothing more than to be with her husband and child once again.
“I accept,” she said, taking his hand. She pulled close, a small smile crossing her muzzle as she touched her snout to his. “You’ll always be my King Fluffybuns.”
Asgore laughed a deep booming full-bellied laugh as he gripped Toriel into a hug. “And you I shall love and cherish for the rest of my days.”
Asriel made a sound of mock-disgust. “Ugh! Parents!” he laughed. “And what about Frisk? Can they stay with us, too?”
Asgore and Toriel looked at the human, exchanging a quick look between them.
“Well, I suppose that is up to you,Frisk,” Asgore said carefully. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?”
“And if not,” Toriel spoke up. “I know we’d love to welcome you as another member of our family.”
Frisk didn’t even need to think about it. “I want to stay with you,” they said. “If–if you’ll have me.”
The Dreemurrs didn’t have to say anything. They just wrapped up Frisk in a mighty hug.
“Welcome to the family,” Toriel said, nuzzling Frisk.
Frisk let themselves relax and bask in their warmth and love. And finally, finally , they felt . . .
Fulfilled.
“Alright, enough of this mushy sappy CRAP!” Undyne suddenly shouted, causing everyone to jump. Frisk honestly forgot they weren’t the only ones in the room at the moment.
“I challenge all here to a race outside!” Undyne said, her mouth splitting wide into a great toothy grin. “Last one out of this dumb cave is a rotten crab apple!”
She took off in a dead sprint, but Papyrus was not to be outdone. Quick on the draw as ever, his form crackled with an explosion of orange magic and his form shifted instantaneously into his Blaster form–
His normal Blaster form, the one Frisk had grown so accustomed to seeing. The one that was truly Papyrus.
The great skeletal dragon overtook Undyne before they were even out of the throne room, practically scampering up the walls as he took the turns at a full sprint. Undyne shouted from behind him.
“OH YOU GREAT BIG CHEATER!!!”
Papyrus responded with a series of loud barks of laughter.
Frisk and Asriel watched them take off, laughing at the sight. Frisk could tell how eager everyone was to get out of this cave, but they still had a few more things to do first.
“We should let everyone else know. Tell them the good news,” Frisk said to Asriel, and Asriel nodded eagerly in agreement.
“We’ll wait for you right here,” Toriel said. “And then we can go see the sun together!”
Hand in hand, Frisk and Asriel took off to make their rounds all throughout the Underground. Every monster they met, they spread the good news that the barrier was broken.
And that Prince Asriel had returned.
Frisk had no idea how to explain that to everyone, so they simply . . . didn’t. No one needed to know the truth about Asriel’s existence as a flower, so when the inevitable question arose, they simply shrugged and shook their heads.
Who knows? Does it matter? He’s back, and that’s all that’s important.
It was the least Frisk could do to ensure Asriel got that fresh new start that Gaster wanted for them.
So on they traveled. All throughout Hotlands, telling all the guards and residents. News of their freedom spread like wildfire and soon the entire Underground had erupted in celebration. By the time the two finally made it to Snowdin, the entire town was alight with festive celebration and jubilant merry-making. Already monsters were packing up and readying to move out into the world above.
The two were showered with praise and admiration. They could barely make it two steps before the residents descended on them, insisting on shaking their hand or giving them a hug or simply wishing them well. After what felt like hours talking to every single monster Frisk had ever met, they finally broke away and stole into Grillby’s bar, desperate for a reprieve.
Asriel and Frisk giggled as they snuck away, hoping the bar would be fairly empty with everyone out and about. It would either be dead or packed to the brim with celebration, but Frisk had another reason for being here.
They had a letter to deliver.
Much to their relief, the bar did happen to be mostly empty, though a monster or two lingered at the booths as they shared a celebratory drink. Working away at the bar was Grillby himself, busily cleaning the many glasses on his shelf and even he seemed to be sorting thighs to be packed up later.
Frisk approached, greeting the fiery bartender with a wave. Grillby looked up and dipped his head in silent greeting to them. Asriel was right behind them, and Frisk could very nearly see Grillby’s “eyes” widen considerably at the sight of the young monster. Asriel gave a sheepish wave, to which Gaster gave a small bow to the prince, placing a hand on his chest.
“Hey, Grillby!” Frisk greeted, crawling on top of a barstool. Asriel saddled up right next to them. “We’re here to share the good news that the barrier is down and we can all go free!”
Grillby gave another nod, the flames that made his body brightening and sparks dancing off his head in a clear sign of his joy. The bartender had always been a monster of few words.
He set down his glass and gestured to the bar, silently asking Frisk if they wanted anything to eat or drink, but Frisk shook their head.
“Ok, thanks, but I’m good, we just needed to sit down and catch our breath,” Frisk said, gesturing to themselves and Asriel. “We’ve been all over the Underground talking to practically everyone. We’re exhausted!”
Grillby’s mouth crackled like a warm fireplace as he laughed.
“But I actually have something for you,” Frisk said. Grillby tilted his head curiously as Frisk pulled out the letter, handing it to Grillby. Grillby raised a hand to take it, but Frisk snatched it away. Grillby blinked, his eyes quirking with confusion.
“It’s from Gaster,” Frisk said slowly, and at the mere mention of Gaster’s name, Grillby’s flames grew red hot in anger and sparked in a much more violent fashion. Steam hissed from his jagged mouth and those white piercing eyes narrowed into white-hot circles of fury. But Frisk was not intimidated.
“He wanted me to give you this,” they went on. “But I need you to promise me you’ll read it the whole way through. And then you can get rid of it if you want. But you have to promise.”
Frisk once again held it forward, but kept it out of Grillby’s reach as they stared the monster down. Grillby’s flames were still red-hot and Frisk could feel the heat from where they sat, but with a resigned and frustrated sigh, he nodded.
He reached out his hand, but once again Frisk pulled away.
“Do you promise?” Frisk challenged.
Grillby hissed. He closed his eyes, his shoulders squaring, and he dipped his head.
“I . . . promise.”
Satisfied, Frisk handed over the letter.
Grillby ripped it open. Despite his promise, Grillby couldn’t help but smoulder the edges of the paper as he held it between his fingers. To his credit, he did not instantly vaporize it, and his eyes quickly scanned over the writing.
Grillby didn’t talk much. And sometimes it was hard to read emotions on the flame elemental. It was easy to read him at the moment, given his anger, and that anger sustained for a moment as he began to read. But that fiery anger softened, muting back down to a more subdued level. And then the fire nearly died down completely to the intensity of a flickering candle, Grillby’s eyes widening and a hand raising to his mouth. The flames around his head turned a soft and gentle blue as he read on. His shoulders heaved. His hand shook.
Frisk didn’t know if Grillby could cry, but they imagined this was what it must look like.
Grillby finished reading, drawing one final shuddering breath as he folded up the letter and carefully–oh so carefully and gently–folded it back up and tucked it away inside his vest. He looked up at Frisk, his expression one Frisk could only describe as . . . grateful.
“Thank you,” was all he said.
Frisk and Asriel didn’t stay much longer. Grillby informed the other patrons he’d be closing up soon. He had much to attend to, much to plan and pack up.
And surely much to think about.
With Frisk and Asriel finally making their rounds, they returned to the throne room where Asgore and Toriel were patiently waiting for them. Everyone had already gone up ahead, not that Frisk blamed them, but now together once more, they made their way to the exit.
They were free. It was over.
It was finally, finally over.
They stood at the mouth of the cave, high atop a rocky cliff, looking over a spectacular scene. The sun was rising, casting a golden glow on everything around it. A thick luscious forest surrounded the mountain, and far, far off in the distance there was a city, metallic skyscrapers piercing the sky and glistening and shimmering like jewels in the morning light.
Frisk could stay up here forever to admire the view.
They weren’t alone with that sentiment. Papyrus, Sans, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore, Toriel, and Asriel, all standing shoulder-to-shoulder, looked over the world sprawled out before them, taking it all in, enjoying the sun after so many years beneath Mount Ebott.
“It’s so bright!” Papyrus said. “Say, what is that thing, anyway?”
“That’s what we call the sun , Papyrus,” Sans laughed.
“Wowie! I can’t believe I’m finally meeting the sun after all this time!”
“And smell that fresh crisp air!” Undyne said, taking a deep breath. “Ah, man, I can’t believe we’re finally here!”
“It truly is beautiful, is it not?” Toriel said. “But we should start to think about what comes next.”
“Of course,” Asgore said. “Everyone, this is the beginning of a bright new future. An era of peace between humans and monsters. Frisk, I have something to ask of you. Will you act as our ambassador to the humans?”
“Of course!” Frisk said without pause. “I can do that! And you all can help me!”
“We’ll be sure to make a great first impression! I’ll be sure to dress my Sunday best when we get to meet all the humans in the city!” Papyrus said.
“I have no doubt you will!” Frisk laughed.
“Well, off I go! I’m going to greet as many humans as possible!” Papyrus said. He spun sharply on his heel and began to race down the mountain at a break-neck pace.
Sans chuckled as he watched his brother go. “Welp, someone’s gotta keep an eye on him. See you around, kiddos.” He then turned down a different path to go down the mountain, which was, funnily enough, a much shorter path than the one Papyrus took.
“Hey! Wait up! Don’t think you can get away from me so easily!” Undyne shouted, chasing after Papyrus.
Alphys called out excitedly, she too giving chase. “And wait for me, too!”
Now it was just the Dreemurrs and Frisk standing together on the mountain, watching their friends head off to make good on their new start in a new bright shining future. Never before had Frisk felt so happy, so satisfied, so . . . relieved.
There was still much they regretted. They regretted that it took so long for them to finally get here. They regretted that they weren’t able to save Gaster. But they couldn’t waste their life wallowing in despair.
The whole world was waiting for them. Their future was theirs for the taking. And together, with all the loving friends and family Frisk could ever want, their future felt unlimited.
Frisk took Asriel’s hand.
“Let’s go make the most of it.”
And they walked off into the sunrise, their soul brimming with DETERMINATION.
#what are friends for#waff#undertale#fan fiction#fanfiction#undyne#papyrus#sans#gaster#wd gaster#flowey#gaster blaster au#gb au#asgore#toriel#asriel
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Not that anybody really cares, but these are my personal takes on the first 2 PJOTV episodes.
1. Grovers character so far is getting too much hate! I, personally, think that the additions of Grover aren't that bad of a change for him. The scene in the office genuinely show how he is willing to risk his friendship just to save Percy. Also, be mad at Chiron for that, not Grover. Chiron made him do it.
2. Mr. D is adapted so well in this, and you cannot convince me otherwise.
3. Gabe is actually NOT written too nice. As someone who has dealt with manipulation/emotional abuse he is almost exact to the people who are like this (atleast in my personal experience.) Like, I'm no pro, but it's pretty spot on.
4. I don't really like Lukes character development... you're supposed to like him before the big betrayal and his character just feels super stiff.
5. THE BLACK SCREENS FOR TRANSITIONS ARE SO ANNOYING AND A TERRIBLE CHOICE. It doesn't really take away from the episodes, and I still enjoyed them either way, but it was still a really lazy and weird way to show a time skip.
6. Episode 1 had really weird pacing and went super fast. I can't really explain it, but it just felt rushed.
7. The fight with Ms. Dodds was super disappointing :( although Percy being unconscious on the floor while everybody is standing there was really funny.
8. The mythomagic for training is actually a really cool detail and I'm super excited to see how that helps him and Nico bond in the future! However, it's gonna make Nico running away hurt even more😭
9. Clarisse is amazing. The restroom scene felt a little disney channel, but she is so cool and well executed I love her anyway. Also, THE CAMO PANTS!! I am so happy that made an appearance.
10. Walkers sass for Percy is literally the best, he is literally him. Same thing for Leah for Annabeth. The small detail with her fixing Percy's strap was hilarious. Her blunt "tell it how it is" attitude is honestly such a good personality trait for her, and I think will mean a lot in the further episodes.
Overall rating?
Episode 1: 7/10
It was a great start to the series! The editing is certainly... a choice. Felt kinda rushed, but I really loved some of the changed made. Kind of mad that the outro song isn't Riptide (PJO version.) Still got me hooked!!
Episode 2: 8.5/10
They shouldve knelt when he was claimed. Pacing was better, but the weird transition point was still there. Lukes development is super boring, and I genuinely considered skipping his scenes. They should've shown the Council of the Cloven more, but I don't really care about that, it was just a missed opportunity. Loving Annabeths character, even if she wasn't there a whole lot! Chiron is making me mad, though. I LOVE DIONYSUS.
I'm super excited to see what they do with the characters. I'm trying to be super patient with the characters development, since its only the first 2 episodes, but I'm super worried that 6 more episodes won't be enough to properly execute everything necessary for the book. This is especially because most of the book is spent explaining things and is mainly world building. Everybody is almost exactly how I imagined, with maybe a few minor details, but nothing I even mind.
#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#percyjackson#rick riordan#rrverse#pjo hoo toa#pjo fandom#pjoverse
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Community College Hero: Trial By Fire
...is a video game I played for four and a half hours back in January 2017. It's an "interactive novel" wherein You get a scholarship to superhero college and do stuff.
The Steam page talks about romancing one of six characters, investigating a new villain, property damage liability, and character customization. It also lists two different word counts (168,000 and 176,000), which makes me wonder how you count words for this kind of narrative in the first place.
I don't remember much about it, but I decided to replay it and write up some thoughts.
Conclusion
A lot of this post is rambly and stream-of-consciousness, so I figured I should put this first.
There are absolutely parts I like, particularly the characters. None of them are deep, but as a supporting cast, they work well enough. I could see myself liking them if they were in a better context. But their context is a text adventure with slow pacing and a poor attention span.
I just can't find any angle to enjoy this from. The plot progresses too slowly for me to get invested in it. The character-conversation scenes are short and shallow, and at least in the early game it splits its focus between about a dozen characters instead of focusing on a smaller cast you can spend more time with. And neither the world nor prose are good enough to enjoy just soaking in the superhero community college atmosphere.
Gameplay
It's a very basic game, more complicated than a CYOA book but less complicated than many visual novels. It's told almost entirely through text, with the occasional piece of art. There's zero audio, not even a looping royalty-free track from Kevin MacCleod or something. (It's probably an engine limitation, because boy is this engine limited.)
The publisher has an extensive library of such games, the earliest being Choice of the Dragon. I feel like the format fits a freemium mobile game better than a $5 Steam title, but I bought CCH, so what do I know.
The game has stats, but unlike most crunchier visual novels, it doesn't do much to convey what affects them or what effects they have. It doesn't help that the stats are named things like "Thud" and "Yay" and "Hmmm"—defense, popularity, and awareness, respectively. There's a list explaining what the stats mean at the bottom of your character sheet, but it's not particularly near your stat list. Also: If you realize the character sheet needs to remind players which stat is what, you should rename at least some of the stats.
And balance seems off; at one point in the early game, I glanced at my character sheet and noticed that I had inflated Yay to 23 when the other seven summed to 19. I wasn't trying to be super-popular at the expense of everything else, I just kept being a nice/cool guy and stumbled into obscene popularity.
Relationships with various characters are tracked, but it's not always clear what raises or lowers them. Unlike the stats, you can usually take an educated guess; agreeing with your classmate makes them like you more, criticizing a teacher's lesson plan and general approach to teaching makes them like you less, even if you're obviously right. But sometimes, I would just have no clue. Why does Professor Downfall hate me more than the teachers who I've ignored or criticized when the worst I've done in her class is get beaten up?
Choice
In this kind of game, layer choice and expression is the most important aspect of the game. And while there are some positives, I found the game rather restrictive.
First, some positives. When you pick your gender, you can pick "neither" as well as male/female, and you can independently pick your sexuality (with "bi "both" and "neither" as options). It's no 2064: Read Only Memories, but it's pretty solid.
The game also gives you a bit of flexibility in how you develop relationships with other characters. You might need to remind the game that you're trying to be friendly two or three times in a row, but being friendly doesn't lock you into any particular romance, which is nice.
However, the game occasionally just decides to have you do stuff. If I was given the option, I'd have gladly volunteered at the children's hospital with my paper classmate, but the game didn't give me the option. Stuff like that makes the design feel less polished than it should, considering that the game is 99% text.
It doesn't help that some dialogue options are very bluntly playing into four superhero personality archetypes—Brooder, Charmer, Jokester, Traditionalist. The game doesn't encourage you to pick one "alignment" and stick with it, but there's a certain...lack of nuance in the options. For instance: When one of your classmates suggests a rather ineffective-sounding study plan of "look at clouds and ask quiz questions," your options are to call it dumb, say it sounds nice, or go along with it silently.
And even if it's not a "What kind of hero are you?" question, there are still times when you're provided with two extreme, specific options without any kind of middle ground. Lots of games with a focus on that sort of choice run into this problem. It's still annoying.
It's also more prominent, because most games offer this kind of question when you need to do or say something. CCH:TBF, on the other hand, sometimes asks what you think about something another character says, absent such action. There might be multiple options which involve caring about it for various reasons, but "I don't have a strong opinion" is often not an option. And again, sometimes the options are very specific.
Though on the bright side, when you're asked about your intentions, you are allowed to lie.
Structure/Pacing
After character creation, you go into a long section that's literally just conversations with other characters, meant to establish their character traits (and possibly figure out what romance you're angling for). Most good visual novels would try to mix these in with some form of exposition or plot advancement; if they couldn't do multiple things per scene, they'd at least alternate between different kinds of scene, or make you pick a couple characters to talk to, or something.
It doesn't help that the pacing of the main plot is extremely slow, bogged down by all these aimless scholastic vignettes. If you want to see how that in medias res opening goes down, or what's going on with the Contrarian, or see how the protagonist's background comes to bite him, you need to wade through hours of fluff for crumbs of plot.
And even if you like visual novel fluff, you're liable to walk away disappointed. The scenes tend to be short and low on detail, with many conversations reduced to a few key lines and a summary. And worse, it's impossible to focus on the parts you like. If you get a couple scenes with characters you like in a row, they'll be followed by characters you don't have an opinion of, classwork, crumbs of plot, a meeting with the Dean, etc.
I tried to give CCH the best chance it could have. Tried to meet it on its own terms. One of us failed, and I'm inclined to blame the game. I can't see why it would be appealing to sit down and play.
Maybe the problem is that I was sitting down to play it on my PC. Maybe it would work better if I was playing a scene at a time on my phone or something. But this game was sold on Steam. The new platform should have been considered when designing the game.
Saves
There aren't really any. You can close the game or turn off your PC and progress will be saved, but you boot up right on the "page" where you left off, no menu or anything. You can't maintain multiple saves, or save right before a dialogue choice in case the writer wrote you saying something unexpected, or undo a transition if you accidentally skip past an entire page, or anything. Your only options are to continue or restart, erasing all your progress.
It's a very basic system that works well for games you can complete in a couple hours, but less well for games where you're still in the prologue by then.
Worldbuilding
Zeeple
This world's term for metahumans is "Z-person," which is dumb in a way that would be charming if it didn't also feel kinda lazy. But it's not as bad as it sounds; they're named after Zenith Shields, which are a...unique origin for metahumans.
Basically, SDI worked in this universe, resulting in nine of the USA's biggest cities getting shields that "purportedly protected [them] from nuclear strikes". Apparently those nine cities hold 20% of the population, which sounds wrong (NYC has <5%, and it's way bigger than most cities), but I convinced myself not to crunch the numbers. Especially since there's a bigger problem.
RIots broke out in unprotected cities and the economy stalled for over a decade. In addition, those living in shielded cities were physically unable to leave (emphasis mine). Z-Cities were arguably safe from nuclear attacks, but they were prisons.
How does this work?? Putting aside questions of why the Zenith Shields can't be lowered when there's no imminent danger of attack, how do these cities function? To date, humanity has not built a single city which can fulfill all its needs using only facilities within city limits. Food alone would be an impossible challenge with modern tech, unless we urban-renewal'd Manhattan. Do the Zenith Shields cordon off the tri-county area? (Is that how they cover 20% of the population?)
Anyways, the Cold War lasted until 1996, by which time a whole generation of city kids had grown up absorbing Zenith Shield radiation. Starting in 1997, the media noticed that some of those people developed "unique abilities"; these became known as Zenith People, Z-People, Zeniths, or Z's. In my opinion, they should've lead with Zeniths and dropped Z-People and maybe Z's.
The game obviously never calls Zenith People zeeple, but I will, because I think it's funny to do so.
Anyways, the Zeniths have an official Power Grade system, which I think is kinda goofy. Each grade is about twice as powerful as the last; Grade 1 is presumed capable of defeating five "standard humans," with each grade thereafter doubling that. Grade-2 zeeple can defeat 10 people each, Grade-3 20, Grade-5 80, Grade-10 a bit over 2,500. Grade-10 zeeple are considered global threats.
Now, "defeat X standard humans" is a pretty wibbly-wobbly kind of power level. But I think most people would agree that a "global threat" should be able to defeat at least half a division of ordinary soldiers, and it doesn't sound like that's necessarily the case.
This is just a very silly power level system, one where the provided details make things sillier.
Cape Institutions
Prestige University for Heroes was founded in 1997, right after people learned zeeple were a thing. Apparently Mega Cat (one of the first famous zeeple) worked to found it, along with "federal and state agencies".
PUH trains and educates heroes, and also "has worked with the government to test Zeniths and objectively measure their power levels". I assume PUH started as a research institution and became a hero training facility once there were more heroes who needed training, but that's 100% benefit of the doubt.
There are two other hero programs noted. Savior School in San Fransisco, like PUH, offers a four-year hero degree. But this isn't Ivy League Hero, this is Community College Hero. Speck Community College (in unremarkable Speck, Nebraska) offers a four-semester program that will give you an Associate in Arts degree and prepare you for a potential transfer to PUH or SS.
The different hero degree programs have different requirements. For instance, Savior School won't accept any applicants below Grade 3, and most of their "advanced students" are Grade-4. PUH requires Grade 5, while SCC will accept anyone of at least Grade-1. Good luck transferring out with that kind of score, though.
Savior School's founders, Booksmart and Streetsmart, founded their school about seven years ago, with two stated motivations. First, they want to broaden the range of students accepted to hero training programs, both in terms of power levels and in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. Second, they want there to be multiple hero training programs; previously, Mega Cat and PUH had a monopoly that Booksmart and Streetsmart want to break. (It also sounds like Streetsmart thinks Mega Cat is a wimp.)
There's also the Diabolical Dozen, "the world's premier group of villains based somewhere in southern Florida" (of course). They also have a minimum Grade requirement of 8, which means they could potentially be defeated by a small crowd if they attacked a high school graduation. Well, the text says they could defeat an entire division of over 15,000 soldiers, but I assume that most of that comes from the more powerful members, like Lady Ash (who I assume is the Siberian to the D12's Slaughterhouse Nine).
The Dozen haven't been super active recently, but the in medias res opening has the main character fighting three members, so that won't last long.
Cape Culture
The application process for Speck Community College's hero program is pretty impractical. You're not allowed to give them identifying information like name or address, meaning that just submitting an application requires a bunch of spy movie bullplop. I can only imagine how bad the big universities are. Anyways, this continues when you actually start attending classes; you're required to wear your costume basically whenever you aren't alone.
Characters
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The second-person main character (who i will herein call Yuu, after P4's similarly blank slate) is a zerson geek. That's the one personality trait the game assigns you, and it's a pretty extreme one. Victoria Dallon and Izuku Midoriya think he should tone it down.
Yuu isn't a zerson; they're the one normal human in the SCC hero course. But that's not the only unique thing about them; they were raised by a petty supervillain! A fact that the game doesn't dwell on.
You are given a wide variety of character customization options, though many of the choices are a bit...limited. You can type in whatever you like for your names, but you're limited in most other details to options the developers picked.
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A marksman with an anarchist streak, named Marxman. In his civilian identity, he's a Japanese kid named Hei Yuu, because I like dumb puns. He tries to present as a classical superhero, clad in red/white/blue spandex with a half-mask. He's still intensely distrustful of most formal authorities, though. Marxman tries to be cordial with all of his peers who aren't asshats, hoping to befriend them.
In my head, he's hoping to start a superhero team with his classmates who aren't accepted to PUH or Savior School—a team which will ultimately be open to anyone with a good heart and strong arm, including ones left out by even the SCC program. But obviously this isn't gonna come up in the game.
This section was mostly an excuse to share a couple terrible puns. Though while I'm here, I might as well share other details.
The weapon Marxman was given is a slingshot. I guess Hawkeye and Green Arrow were a bit too obviously murder-capable for the kind of stories they wanted to tell.
He did well at his law midterm, but got Ds in the others due to varying combinations of being a shitty close-quarters fighter and refusing to accept the premise of the tests.
Fellow Students
There are a bunch of them, and the game doesn't do much to help you remember which is which.
Tress is not a death octopus in a prosthetic body. She's a chipper redhead who can control her hair and make it grow. Like the other Tress, her powers are useful in the capture-the-flag teambuilding exercise her group goes through.
There's also a character named Rain, who I mention here because that's also a Breakthrough name. This Rain is a girl with water powers.
Dirty Girl seems like she'd have an interesting character design if this was an actual visual novel with...art. Anyways, her powers make big clouds of smoke. She has a pragmatic streak and little respect for authority, so I feel like she makes a good teammate for Marxman. One represents the philosophical, reasoned kind of anarchy; the other represents the primal, emotional kind.
Stunner is a big gold-armored guy who makes shockwaves. The first impression he left was when he got mad that we tried to console Tress about losing capture-the-flag instead of apologizing for our lackluster performance. Part of that lackluster performance is that Marxman's weapons are a bit too injurious for a lighthearted training exercise, but that didn't stop Stunner from going all-out. I don't like him much. He's paragon enough to refuse to spy on his classmates for a grade, though.
Origami is one of the younger students (19 instead of the early 20's most students claim to be), and the one who volunteers at the children's hospital. She's optimistic and kindhearted in a remarkably generic manner. I can't tell if the game is intending to frame her as someone who drags her classmates to charitable volunteer activities or if that's just a side effect of the rough game design; it would provide her some much-needed texture.
Stoic is a seemingly emotionless girl. Her power seems to be a force-field-based invulnerability, reminiscent of Victoria Dallon, if it didn't turn off and also made her immobile. Stunner hates fighting her, which he has to do amusingly often.
Combat Wombat is a dork in impractically large power armor. Which resembles a turtle more than a wombat; it stands for Wondrously Original Mobile Brute with Advanced Tech. The bulk and clumsiness of the armor is frequently the butt of jokes, which...fair. But he's also the butt of a few jokes for being a video-game-playing nerd, which feels like a weird shot to make.
SCC Educators & Faculty
Professor Sandy McCormick is a mundane lawyer. She's the no-nonsense professor, who doesn't approve of having a bunch of untrained zeeple Zeniths running around on municipal property. Imagine the potential liability lawsuits! Her first class starts with a big PowerPoint slide reading "Welcome to HELL (Hero & Enemy Law & Liability)", so she can't be all bad.
Professor Downfall, like most of the SCC hero teachers, is a superhero. She wears paramilitary gear and has a spartan attitude to match. As far as she's concerned, the most important thing for a superhero to learn is how to break people and things.
Professor Hedonist (who looks like a well-dressed marble statue) takes the polar opposite point. He seems kinda sleazy, but serves as a philosophical counterpoint to Downfall. The professors do a pretty good job in that regard (aside from Nil). Anyways, he's a transfer from Savior School who teaches "Basics of Defense".
Professor Nil is mysterious. That's his whole deal. His class is all about protecting and uncovering secrets. He's annoying—partly because he's such a nothing character, partly because what bits of personality he shows aren't great.
Nil tells the class that his class involves trying to learn other students' secrets, and then mocks anyone who steps forward when he asks if they'll try to learn other students' secrets. ("Who will trust you now?") So he's mocking you for saying you'll actually do assignments in his stupid class. Also: Basically his entire class is built around digging up your classmates secrets, which is both psychotic and clashes with the fact that students aren't supposed to even let their classmates see their face.
The Dean, Meg Tolly, had intense "wants to be the cool teacher" vibes during orientation. She mostly sticks to those overcompensatingly cheery vibes, but gets serious when the circumstances dictate. Like when telling her new students not to investigate the dangerous new supervillain (who the plot dictates we investigate).
The worst thing I can say about Meg Tolly is that she puts up with Nil's lesson plans. And possibly Hedonist's conduct? It's not clear whether the writers think he's being subtle about it or not.
Villains
Doctor Stench is a backstory villain—specifically, Yuu's father. He was a perfume scientist who became obsessed with the emergence of zeeple. His villainous actions are variely-defined, but he apparently used weird-smelling chemicals and had a nose-themed costume. I'm not sure whether this is a universal feature or a side effect of my choices for why Yuu admired him, but Doctor Stench's villain philosophy had a distinctly anti-capitalist streak, explicitly telling his child that the capitalists are the real supervillains.
The description of his crime reminds me of Mouse Protector. The local "high-wage earners" started getting defenses not to protect themselves, per se, but because being victimized by this nosy dork with a stench ray was embarrassing. Eventually, Stench was captured, at which point he promptly tattled on every crook and villain he'd ever worked with. Including a few scraps of information on the infamous DIabolical Dozen, which lead to him getting stabbed twelve times in jail.
The Contrarian comes off as someone who couldn't decide whether she wanted to be The Joker or The Riddler, without having the talent or charisma to pull either off. You know what she does have, though? Pipe bombs. Also spray paint. Her first attack (during SCC hero orientation) hit a fast food joint and came with graffiti'd anti-consumerist-sounding word salad, her second hit a church and came with some teen-atheist-sounding word salad. ("Just pray to a pie!") She comes off as a faux-nihilist/faux-anarchist sort of troublemaker.
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My spoilery review of Lightlark… 2.5/5
Man… where do I even start?
First of all, this felt like 3 different books with one for the beginning, another for the middle and a completely different one for the end.
The beginning, or the first “book” was a complete mess. There were run on sentences, grammatical errors, and enough oddities that it kept pulling me out of the story.
As readers, you are essentially just tossed in the story with very little knowledge of the world (aka little to no world building) and suddenly our FMC is getting ready to go to the centennial. Like where is the build up for this? It just felt like being tossed in cold water with no warning. It needed editing and revision from a good editor.
The middle, or 2nd book, had the slowest pacing of all and is spent mostly with our characters running around trying to find various items that could help break the curses of their various realms. But it was BORING. Much of it should have been cut or rewritten in a way that didn’t feel as dragged out as it did.
The end was clearly the golden child and got the most editing love and passion put into it. It felt like it was its own book. The twists were good. The writing was good. Everything was just mashing together quite nicely that it seemingly made up for much of the rest of the book in some ways.
A few things that also bothered me:
I hate it when authors forgo worldbuilding and instead retroactively add worldbuilding details later on. E.g. the part where FMC is explaining why she has to dye her hair as a disguise while visiting various realms? “Oh yeah by the way this is a thing various realms do, they have the same color hair as their power”. It happened a number of times with other details such as FMC’s various trainings which could have easily been put at the vapid beginning and would have given the readers some much needed and RELEVANT background information.
Her feelings for Oro? What the heck?? I’m not convinced she even has feelings for him and it’s just not some elaborate plot twist. I can see him liking her but… we were given ~nothing~ as far as her liking him. Grim, yes, but even then all her memories etc were of a sexual nature.
I did enjoy Grim as a character and his expressions, but his betrayal didn’t make much sense to me and I would have liked more of him. I think the author did well on some of the key characters and their characterizations but I feel the other rulers very much lacked any character at all. They were just there.
Honestly, her guardians betrayal didn’t make sense either. Why would they hold so much knowledge over their own ruler? That never happens unless they were the true rulers.
Overall… this was okay. More editing work would have made this so much better. But it was entertaining and the ending made me want to read the 2nd one just to see more Grim.
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i see it less as "this is just for fun shut up!!" (but like, yeah it is. tbh i dont take my fic writing as seriously as i would a full novel. sorry to fic writers who do but its a different medium with different rules. i dont see telenovellas as the same as a drama/suspense feature film and tbh there are pros and cons with each with their own audiences. i don't get ppl who say it is all 100% perfect literature that should be taken as seriously as the classics or something fanfic is on the same level as webnovels for me--and i enjoy webnovels more than the average published novel. something being less serious and more causal has no bearing on popularity or level of enjoyment in the audience)
but instead. if you are a random reader on my fic i don't necessarily know you. i dont know if we're on equal footing. you could be a published author giving me writing advice i do not understand. you could be a total amateur giving me horrible advice. you could be an annoying prick who doesn't understand basic themes or deeper meanings who loudly and angrily says "the curtains are just BLUE!" complaining in my comments about how nothing makes sense and the fic is annoying to read because you are taking everything completely literally.
i got some frankly hurtful "constructive" criticism in early fandom days from people who flat out hated my work and were never gonna like it. it could have been the most well written, well structured, gorgeous prose, and they would be pissy about the plot and subject matter. the "tips" they gave me, while sandwiched between genuinely good advice sprinkled in, was mostly "this story sucks, the plot sucks, i hate what you chose to write about, you're an uncreative hackjob of an author, get off this website before you continue to make an utter clown of yourself because i hate AUs and i hate canon divergence and i hate this ship". and if you so much as said "uhm maybe this fic just isnt for you then--" they would proceed to harass you. honestly its a wonder i continued writing at all, but all it did was serve to make me more paranoid about what i was putting out into the world. i wasn't thinking about writing fundamentals or pacing or plot structure or characterization, i was trying to justify my ideas for years. because it was shitty advice. they didn't want to help me get better, they were mad i wasn't writing the stories they wanted. and it made me a worse writer for a time.
constructive criticism is constructive only when all parties know each other well enough and can consent to it. it only works when its done by peers or higher ups who are trained in how to criticize a work properly--because it's very easy to again, not see the story the writer wanted to tell and how to make it better, but instead see how you would write it and make it fit into your vision. bad writing workshops where people don't get this IRL also has this side effect.
fanfic writing is writing practice. you're putting words on a page, that is practice. regardless if you are making a crackfic or writing a full multi-novel series. but in terms of art if im coloring a sketch im going loose and fast, getting ideas down and practicing shapes and forms--it's not gonna be polished. i dont need someone to tell me "uhm your lines arent clean. and also this hand is wonky. and the folds of the fabric dont make perfect sense" yeah. its not a polished painting. sorry i do things that are loose and fast? it doesn't mean i learned nothing from the colored sketch or no one should enjoy it. it means it should be graded on a different standard. i know the lines are rough. i know its a bit unclean. i know the hand looks wonky bc i didn't wanna spend half an hour making it look perfect. i can promise you i CAN make it look polished.
or just as easily it's a newer author. they don't know how prose should be structured. they don't know pacing yet. do you genuinely understand it well enough and can explain it with clarity enough to teach them? are you ready to hold their hand through that? are you ready to full on teach them so they make improvements? probably not. i just dont think the average AO3 user is a writing instructor who wants to do that on their time off. but you pointing out complex things in an effort to be helpful probably isn't gonna help much. they most likely know its awkward and weird on that part, or if they don't, you pointing it out isn't a solution. you'll at best have no effect, and at worse just make them self conscious.
tl;dr: fanfic isn't serious and idc whoever says it should be held to the same shining standard as a full published novel, they're morons. critiquing smth is a skill that requires the consent of all parties, and can't be done anonymously unprompted. bad critique can be more harmful than no critique. idk who you are most of the time, random commenters on ao3. i wouldnt go to you for advice, why would i take your criticisms unprompted? you don't know who the hell i am or where im even going with this story. if i wanted a beta reader id find one. and i learned more through genuine practice and learning exercises than i ever did unprompted "advice" and "constructive criticism" on fanfic websites
I just saw a Tik Tok that said writers on AO3 are not looking for constructive criticism in their reviews. I have no audience on this platform so I have to know if this is true? I've always left my pros and cons when reading a fic and now I'm concerned that the authors didn't like that.
Yeah writers are Not looking for criticism, constructive or otherwise. Unless they specifically ask for it, it’s considered rude and honestly a bit hurtful. In the least bitchy way possible, don’t do that. It’s unwanted.
#ive had fanfic that changed my life and my entire perspective on life#it is still not to the same standard as a published classic#why the fuck would i hold it to that standard#i love my little webnovels. idc if they are brilliant masterpieces. theyre fun#and have a HUGE audience#legitimacy =/= enjoyment or popularity
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I just read your story, the one with Xiao and Albedo, its really good! I love it! Is it ok if you do the same thing but with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe and Diluc version. I can see how excited these guys are since Kaeya first appeared is clapping his hand, the way Childe call Lumine 'Hey Girlie', Zhongli with how handsome he is especially his eyes and with Diluc how mysterious he is when he appeared out of nowhere
Feel free to do it if you're not busy or you can ignore this :3
reader impact || first meeting cont.
series masterlist characters: kaeya, diluc, childe genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i’m glad you liked it! i’m having a lot of fun writing these so expect some more coming out :D i plan on doing more first meeting hcs and then branching off to other scenarios, so if there’s something specific, please request it! also, i’ve already done one for zhongli!
kaeya's playthrough -
he's more of a variety streamer, honestly.
most of his viewers watch him because of his carefree nature (as well as his looks).
obviously, he'd do a bunch of drinking streams whenever he could where he would just talk to his viewers about whatever came to mind.
during those streams, his viewers often try to ask him questions, which are only answered in vague statements.
his gaming streams are pretty rare compared to his chatting streams, but they're there nonetheless.
his viewers jump when they hear he's planning on playing genshin impact.
just neverending messages about a character they are convinced he will love.
he's so tempted to ask but decides not to, wanting to learn who this mystery character is on his own.
honestly, he was expecting you to appear way later in the story.
he's very interested in the looming threat of stormterror.
his character lands on the ground and he leans back to watch the cutscene play.
then he hears footsteps and sees his character look to someone offscreen.
this man practically LUNGES INTO HIS MONITOR WHEN THE CAMERA PANS UP TO YOU.
you walk in clapping at a calculated pace, which is when he leans forward and stares at your character model.
"i can't believe you have the power to stand up against that dragon... that said, are you a new ally... or a new storm?"
"oh, hun, i can be whatever you want me to be."
HE'S ALREADY FLIRTING WITH YOU PLEASE HIS CHAT IS IN HYSTERICS-
he knows his chat is freaking out, so he turns to the camera and sends his signature smirk.
"now i know why you guys wanted me to play this so bad."
"(name), kaeya, you've come at the right time. we must..."
"now now, don't forget to introduce us."
"oh... right. this is (name), our cavalry captain. these two are travelers from afar."
"ooh, they're a person in charge, too?"
HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING TO HIS CHAT BUT THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DO TO HIM.
he genuinely likes you. like genuinely. he's fallen deep and he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.
if your costume has that long v-neck like his does...
hOO BOY HE'S THANKING EVERY DEVELOPER OF THIS GAME.
anyway, he's heard that there are characters you can only obtain throguh wishes, so he's kind of nervous to find out if that's the case with you.
he just really wants you in his party so y'all can be mysterious together.
"let me show you how the knights of favonius conquer our adversaries!"
"oh, yes. please do."
his viewers can and will make compilations of him flirting with you.
ngl, he's looking forward to those.
sometimes, your voice gets all quiet and he melts when he hears that.
he will pay to have voicelines of you flirting with him--
when he enters your trial domain, he will purposely avoid completing it just in case he doesn't get to keep you.
he sees some of his viewers talking about how you're a bad character and that the other characters are so much better.
too bad, they're banned now.
no (name) slander in his chat, thank you very much.
he loves your quips whenever he uses your elemental skill.
he loves you even more if those quips are puns based on your element.
finally, he's nearing the end of your domain. when that happens, he will slowly turn towards the camera and stare.
"if they aren't a permanent member on my team, this'll be the last stream of genshin."
"let's continue our adventure, shall we?"
obtained (name): a thinker in the knights of favonius with a somewhat exotic appearance.
"okay, so we'll continue streaming genshin soon."
he'll put you in the first slot of his party, moving his traveler character to the second.
his streams will always include him flirting with you, even if you don't reply.
diluc's playthrough -
his streams are mainly bartending based, so he likes mixing drinks on stream for his viewers.
he doesn't drink them, though. he gives them out to his friends and family once the stream is over.
it's pretty rare for him to play games but he'll do an occasional gaming stream if his friends and family don't want any drinks.
his chat always makes fun of him because he's a bartender that doesn't like the taste of alcohol.
he's very blunt, so he's not afraid to drop a game immediately if he isn't interested.
in fact, that's almost what he did with genshin.
it's not like the game is bad or anything, diluc just didn't care for it because of all the hype his chat shared.
he keeps playing, though, because someone promised he would really enjoy a character that comes up in the prologue.
granted, it's over an hour or so but it doesn't matter--
when he gets to the domain teaching him how to use cryo, he hates every minute of it.
he hates the character he's given and just wants to leave.
the demo character is one he doesn't really care for, especially because he's the type of person he dislikes coming to the bars he works at.
his chat is laughing at him when they reach the end because the cutscene continues with the character he hates.
he feels a bit better when he learns the abyss mage is in the domain because he gets to see and hear something that isn't the cryo character.
then he meets you.
you run into the domain out of nowhere, quickly defeating the abyss mage and tossing it towards the corner.
"knights of favonius... always so inefficient."
his chat goes insane when your character appears, especially because of how dumbfounded diluc looks.
he's known for not really emoting and it's the same case for this scene. however, his chat knows he is in love with your character.
he takes a few minutes when he's kicked out of the domain but he clears his throat and looks over at the camera.
"i'll be streaming this game again soon when the others don't want any drinks."
YOU SINGLEHANDEDLY SAVED THIS GAME FROM BEING TOSSED AWAY WITHIN A MINUTE OF APPEARING
THE POWER YOU HOLD OVER THIS MAN AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME--
cut to after he's stolen the lyre and is sent to the tavern.
he's a bit excited because he gets to visit mondstadt's tavern but then--
"master (name), this is this week's accounts."
"they're back."
HE'S SO NONCHALANT BUT WE ALL KNOW HE'S FREAKING OUT
he gets second-hand embarrassment when venti talks to you asking for the... least conspicuous table.
he's kinda sad when your character is suspicious of him, but he understands.
when the knights leave the tavern, he really wants venti to just shut up.
please you're embarrassing the man.
when he hears how you feel about him joining the knights, he is so willing to quit--
man just wants you to be proud of him and trust him :((
he's relieved to hear that you will help him and you don't hate him.
please give him validation--
childe's playthrough -
man is still rich he can do whatever he wants.
his gaming streams would definitely be pvp based games. honestly, just any game where he can fight someone, he'll play.
his chat also has a few little games they like to play together like guessing what the hell this man does to have so much money--
also his siblings crash in on his streams sometimes :D
those are pretty much the only times you'll see him be soft and not so competitive.
teucer likes crashing his streams to show off his plushies :))
anyway, genshin time!
he definitely tried to fight paimon the first time he loaded the game.
please expect lots of genshin stream from this guy because he needs to make his team deal the highest damage he can get.
also his wallet doesn't even have a dent in it despite all of the money he's spent on characters and weapons.
please sir what do you do for all that money
ok so onto your first meeting
he was really excited when the exuvia fell during the rite of descension because he thought he would get to fight whoever killed the great archon of liyue.
he really wanted to fight the millelith but then his chat convinced him to dodge them first.
one of his viewers explains that there's a character they know he'll like and he was very... intriguied to say the least.
he moves forward in his chair once his character is heard by the millelith, prepared to fight the various soldiers surrounding him.
"hang on, sweetheart. i've got this."
this man will squeal when you flip over the stairs in front of his character.
he doesn't know who you are and what you do but he knows for a fact that you are his new favorite character.
you take down all of the guards in two seconds, leaving him (and his in-game character) dumbfounded.
"come with me."
"o-okay..."
he's smitten.
he absolutely loves the way your character fights even if he met you about... a minute ago.
his siblings definitely come into his room to check on him because he's so quiet.
once he realizes you're a part of the harbingers, he's even more obsessed.
he hates the options the game gives him when he needs to respond because 2/3 of them are insulting you.
anyway he really likes listening to your voice.
he will give anything to hear you call him sweetheart again.
his chat informs him that the traveler he chose changed the nickname you give him, which makes him very happy.
when you send him off to talk to the other adepti, he's kind of disappointed he doesn't get to hang out with you.
but when he gets back to you...
"welcome back, sweetheart. how was your trip to jueyun karst?"
HE'S SOFT ALL OVER AGAIN PLEASE KEEP CALLING HIM SWEETHEART!!!
when he learns you're rich just like him... he gets all pouty. his chat, of course, wants to know why.
"... i want to be able to spoil her."
PLEASE HE'S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU <3
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A Lover and a Friend, Pt. 4
Welcome to the fourth installment of this chapter!
CW: MC is afab and she/her pronouns are used. Action, blood (I'm not too gore-y but it's there), cursing, fighting/violence, implied death, harm to the reader
Themes: Action, drinking, clubbing
Characters: Asmo, Mammon, Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, MC="You"
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It was 10:30pm. Prior to getting ready, you had been pacing your room, trying to go over every detail of the plan. Your brain couldn't stop offering you images of your nightmare from last night, what you felt was so real. You remembered Lucifer being the last person you saw, telling him you were in pain. When you did your hair and makeup, you often found your hands trembling. It was hard, but you had to trust that everything would be alright. Right?
You took a deep breath before venturing into the foyer where Mammon and Asmo were waiting. You were all in your club clothes and looking ready to take on the night. Asmo immediately hugged you and peppered you with compliments on how attractive you looked and how you should go clubbing more often.
Mammon rolled his eyes and shooed Asmo away, "Alright we get it, you're too close!" He looked over at you again and asked, "Ready?"
You nodded reluctantly and went to The Fall with the two demons.
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Once inside, you immediately went to your succubi friends in one of the corners of the room near the dance floor, where they welcomed you warmly, which meant the clock was starting. You brought them over to the dance floor and began moving to the beat with them. Mammon and Asmo went to the bar to order drinks. Mammon turned and leaned against the bar counter, watching you.
"She's rather good at that, isn't she?" he muttered. Asmo smiled.
"Isn't she just perfect? I taught her everything she knows," Asmo beamed. Mammon "tched" Asmo and grabbed his drink.
"This is going to work," Mammon said trying to convince himself. Seeing you brought some ease to his mind, but also simultaneously heightened the nerves he was feeling.
He scanned the room in search of his targets, the bookkeepers for the boxing ring. He didn't see them right away, so he relaxed and found some incubi to talk with as he waited.
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At the boxing match, Lucifer and Diavolo went in with illusion spells to make them look like lower demons, and they slipped into the tent where it was being held on Siren's Beach with no resistance. They looked around for the leader, and both found no one who matched Mammon's description.
The seats were full of lower ranked demons, many of whom were not a fan of Diavolo, much less Lucifer. Many of them hated a former angel being the right hand of their ruler, and many hated the prince for allowing such scum to be greater demons than they.
The two moved through the crowd to find an emptier area to get a better view. It was tightly packed, and the arena was formed into an oval shape using wrought-iron bars laced with magic so no one from the crowd could assault the fighters, nor could the fighters get too rowdy. The lighting was poor, but demons didn't really need much to see.
Diavolo silently pointed to the bookkeepers arriving at the other end of the tent, and how some of the lower demons surrounded them to start taking bets first. Lucifer instantly knew that their plan was turning upside down, and there wasn't much he could do to stop it. Their target was now at the club with you, Mammon, and Asmo.
The duo watched as the demons began to clamor and get rowdier, causing the volume inside to increase. It was almost time for the match to start, and the two would see its end before anyone even knew what happened.
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You had told your succubi friends that you needed their help tonight, and they were of course willing to help their favorite human. They agreed to the plan without you so much as to having to explain what this was all for. They just enjoyed getting rowdy as their days were fairly boring if they didn't get to go up to the human world.
Mammon's eyes went wide as he saw the boxing ring owner walking through the front doors of The Fall. He went back to his position, facing the rest of the club while Asmo faced the bar, both leaning against the counter. He elbowed Asmo and averted his eyes. Asmo dipped his head and snuck a side-glance, confirming the target's face.
The target walked over to the bar and ordered his drinks for him and his entourage. Mammon watched as the ring owner and his three friends went to the back of the club to observe the crowd. It was ten minutes until start time of the match.
While you were dancing, an incubus bartender brought you a drink, saying it was a Dark Ocean Hell Cocktail. That was the signal you were waiting for, knowing it was Asmo's favorite. That meant one thing: the leader was there at the club instead of the boxing ring. You smiled and thanked the incubus and continued dancing. After some time, you looked at the clock, it was two minutes until the match started.
Asmo saw you accept the drink and knew you got the signal. He turned to Mammon and nodded silently. Asmo went to the front doors of The Fall to chat up the bouncer, and Mammon went to the boxing ring owner and started chatting him up. He asked about this evening's fighters and what the odds were so far.
It was all going to plan, but the brothers were hyperaware of the situation since they were tasked with a heavier burden now. They absolutely could not let this demon get away, and Lucifer and Diavolo would be by shortly to see his end too.
It was finally time, and you looked at Mammon who gave his signal to you: He crossed his arms while still talking to the target and held up his index finger and curled it. You told your succubi friends it was time, pointed at who they needed to talk to, and they all rushed the boxing owner. Luck was on their side; he was in a good mood and welcomed the attention, as they all pleaded with him to go home with them. Asmo moved to the back nonchalantly and joined the group without raising suspicion, as he knew all the succubi in the Devildom, and your friends had no problem showing that much.
You slowly moved off the dance floor, to distance yourself from the scene that was about to unfold. The same bartender came by and took your empty glass, offering for another but you declined. Once he was gone, you started to walk to the front of the club as a crowd started to appear around Asmo and Mammon with the ring owner.
Very suddenly, someone grabbed your waist, and their sharp nails dug into the thin fabric of your dress, poking holes in it.
"Aren't you a pretty thing? Why don't we go somewhere quieter," he growled and licked your ear, pulling you into one of the storage rooms as he clamped your mouth shut with his hand.
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After the start time and the fight had begun, Diavolo and Lucifer made their way to the betting tables and broke the illusion to reveal their true forms to the crowd, causing an instant scatter. They apprehended the bookkeepers and tortured them for information. Allegedly, the illegal ring had started back up in the human world months ago, but things were getting out of hand and the humans were starting to get involved with the illegal activities happening underfoot within the group, so they only just recently moved to the Devildom. Barbatos along with some friends joined the two and had the bookkeepers brought to swift justice for their misdoings, and Diavolo and Lucifer went to The Fall as quickly as they could to finish business, and Barbatos stayed behind with the other trusted demons to get rid of the ring left behind. There would be no remnants of this having ever happened, to be sure.
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Minutes after the start time, screams erupted in the club as Mammon and Asmo took down the ring owner and his goons. It was a short scuffle as the two avatars worked quickly to apprehend their targets. The succubi had long since scattered, having completed their mission and not about to be caught up in the fray. Asmo knocked out the three other demons and bound them up, and Mammon had the owner in a choke hold, ready to snap if necessary. It was quite the scene as the club emptied but music still played, and the lights were low.
Within minutes, Diavolo and Lucifer strolled into the club into their demon forms. Everything had gone to plan. They had no reason to question the owner further, and Diavolo sought to bring this demon to justice. He could not tolerate such behavior in his kingdom. He was judge, jury, and executioner here, and he knew what he needed to know. He didn't enjoy resorting to violence, but upon hearing this all started in the human world, he could not let someone like this roam free or continue to exist in his realm, to possibly inspire copycats or coordinate efforts with others from behind bars. He nodded at Mammon and Asmo who proceeded with the bloodlust, doing their best to not be too messy.
Lucifer looked around. The club was now empty except for them, and he realized he did not see you anywhere. He jabbed Diavolo with his elbow.
"What?" Diavolo said calmly.
"Where's MC?" Lucifer said, tense.
Diavolo then looked around the area, heart rate increasing. Mammon and Asmo finished what they were doing and looked around as well.
"Where could she have gone?" Lucifer pondered out loud.
Mammon spoke next, "I know she kept away from us when the succubi ran up to us, I saw her hanging back." Asmo shrugged. Their concern for your heightened and Lucifer was about to go on a warpath to find you, until a door opened.
Just then, a demon with a dagger held to your throat walked out of the storage closet, shielding himself with your body. You were covered in scratches and scrapes; your hair was disheveled, dress torn on the side, your makeup was smudged, and tear stains covered your cheeks as you looked at everyone, terrified. When he pulled you into the closet, you had fought him off as best you could, but you couldn't summon anyone with your mouth bound, which he did promptly with a random piece of cloth he grabbed in the closet when he got you pushed into a corner with his strength. The two of you sparred off in tight quarters; you were unwilling to let him lay a hand on you if you could help it. You managed to get a punch to his throat and jab your heel into his thigh, but you fell, and that's when he grabbed you and held a knife to your throat for your insolence. He held you there in the closet until he heard the fighting outside stop.
Lucifer lurched, and the demon "tsked" at him, holding he knife closer to your neck.
"Let her go," Diavolo demanded.
"No, I think I rather like this human, she's fiesty, no?" he said. You struggled against him. He had your arms bent behind your back so you couldn't get another swing at him like you did in the closet.
"If you don't let her go, you worthless scum, I'll rip your throat out," Mammon growled. He was trembling, enraged at the sight of you.
"Well, we could've had a conversation about this had you not killed my brother there, but oh well, he was a prick to work with," the demon holding you hostage mused. "However, I will be leaving, if you want her back, at least. I don't mind killing a stupid little human," he purred, pressing the edge of the dagger in so that it cut lightly into you, a thin red line appearing across, blood trickling down. Seeing this caused everyone to step forward. You whimpered and tried to remain still, looking between the demons before you.
Lucifer watched your eyes, and he finally held your gaze. You raised your eyebrows, indicating you were about to move. You rolled your eyes back and looked back at Lucifer so he could get a drift of what you were about to do.
"So, I guess that means I'll be going then," the demon said, slowly backing up towards the entrance of the club. He had moved the dagger just slightly away from your neck, so you took the opportunity as he walked backwards. You brought your head just a little bit forward and slammed it back as hard as you could into your assailant's face, hearing his nose crack.
"Gah! Stupid little bitch!" he growled.
He stumbled back and when he brought the dagger around to step back from you, he cut deeply into your bicep and down your arm to your elbow, and you fell forward, dizzy with spots in your vision from using your head like that and the sudden slice in your arm. You held yourself up on the floor with the unharmed arm and heard a rushing of feet past you to get a hold of the demon. There was a struggle, but it was hard to focus on anything as your ears were ringing.
Mammon went straight to you, kneeling before you. He removed the gag from your mouth, and you sputtered.
"MC? MC talk to me, are you okay?" He then saw your arm profusely bleeding onto the club floors, and you collapsed on your side from shock. But you couldn't hear anything, and it was getting dark as the edges of your vision were tunneling. You rolled onto your back as the pain finally set in, a blood-curdling scream escaping your lips as you clutched your injured arm. In seconds, Lucifer's distressed face appeared in your line of vision that was continuing to narrow.
"Luci, it hurts," you cried out, tears rolling down your face. This was your nightmare, it was happening, just as you saw it then.
He immediately worked on a torniquet for your arm. Lucifer's beautiful face was all you could even look at as he silently wrapped your arm. His gaze would dart to yours as he quickly tried to stop the bleeding, making sure you were still with him. Your eyes started fluttering, and you could feel that lull as if you were about to fall asleep, the only sensation you could still feel was the searing pain from your cut.
"Stay awake MC, you need to stay awake," you heard Diavolo, muffled, as if he was underwater. He was on your other side, kneeling down to hold your head up. "Stay with us now," he said. You didn't even get a chance to look at your lover when you couldn't fight it anymore and the last thing you heard was:
"Fuck!" from Lucifer as your head lolled to the side.
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Picture Perfect — KMG
“Can’t you just see our happy future together? It’ll be picture-perfect, babe.”
【ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ || ˢⱽᵀ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ || ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳᵖᵒˢᵗ】
💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Kim Mingyu x female!reader 📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, Minor Angst if you know, Established relationship!au, College!au, Photographer!au 🌟 🅁🄰🅃🄸🄽🄶: PG 💬 ⓌⒸ: 2.2k ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Brief pregnancy/birth mentions, Maybe some swearing, Pretty tame really and super fluffy — IDK if there's really much, just lmk if I missed anything :3
💫(っ ◔◡◔)っɛƖ۷'ʂ ŋơɬɛʂ 💕:
Domestic!gyu for the win :3 this one is the second installation in Life Through the Lenses (congrats to myself for writing another part in a series) I finally finished this, it's been sitting in my drafts for a bit. I'm really excited (morbidly) for the next drabble :3 I hope you enjoy this one!
A breeze blowing across the Han River tickled your cheeks and you closed your eyes with a deep inhale. The sun was just beginning its descent, tinging the horizon with an orangish hue that melted into the early evening’s yellowing sky above. Dying rays of light caused waves of heat to dance across your skin.
Golden hour.
“You aren’t gonna get any good shots like that.”
The warmth of Mingyu’s hand on your back had you opening your eyes to grin at him, despite his teasing remark.
“It’s not the shot I want anyway.”
“Hm…” Mingyu pressed a kiss to your ear before moving away, “what about this one?”
You shook your head as he struck a pose, toothy smile on full display. Even a stranger couldn’t deny that the radiant view paled in comparison to your bubbly husband. There was nothing ever stopping you from capturing his silly shenanigans and today would be no exception.
Now breathless from making you laugh, he pulled you into his side. The precious DSLR hanging from the leather strap around his neck — just like yours — prevented him from giving you the back hugs the both of you had come into the habit of doing. You weren’t sure when it became common practice to enjoy a view that way but you figured it was something that you would always do.
“Stop distracting me.”
“Oh, me? Distracting? No way.”
You hated how smug he dared to look. “I know you’re doing this just so I won’t beat your score.”
“I would never.”
“Uh-huh, that doesn’t explain why you kept sneezing on me last time.”
He sniffed pitifully, only for dramatics. “I can’t help I have allergies.”
“But you can help which direction you blow your snot. I love you but not quite that much.”
“Aw c’mon, babe, we’ve been swapping spit for years now,” Mingyu whined in protest when you gently pushed him away so you could get closer to the bank of the river. “Just be honest, your love for being at the top of our class is greater than your love for me. It’s okay. I can handle the truth.”
You gasped. “You’re so childish, Kim Mingyu. How dare you even hold my scores against me when I accepted your ring on my finger, not the university’s. And don't change the subject, I know you were sneezing on me on purpose!”
His brown eyes always sparkled almost as much as the diamond on your left hand whenever anyone mentioned or glanced at it. Like he couldn't believe you were married. As if he didn’t first place the band on your hand himself two years ago.
“Sure, Kim [Y/N], whatever makes you feel better. I’ll have you know, though… I may love getting the top scores but I respect my woman more.”
“Keep saying that if it makes you sleep better at night.”
Despite his long limbs that tangled constantly with yours, sleeping with your husband was the most comfortable thing in the world. You loved the home that the two of you had, a safe space. One you dreamed of raising your children in the near future. Very near.
That was why you wanted to complete your photoshoot and hurry home but the sky continued its changing hues without a rush. Silently urging you to wait. Time marched on at its own uninterrupted pace — a blessing and a curse you’d one day truly realize.
Mingyu flopped down on the grass. “Golden hour has almost passed, babe. Don’t tell me you’re still trying to get something.”
Honestly, the two of you had been at it all day. He’d woken up at the first sign of sunbeams to catch the morning dew dripping off of the tree outside your porch. After that, you made him drive you around Seoul’s most popular attractions all day while he casually took a few shots here and there.
You liked to challenge yourself. The thought had suddenly hit at the cliché dating location where even you had experienced a mortifying first kiss. As competitive as he is, Mingyu made it his mission to dispel that unmemorable moment by quite literally stealing your breath away when it was his turn to take you there.
That’s where your inspiration sparked. You loved photography because while you could capture beautiful moments and memorialize them forever, oftentimes it wasn’t just the view in the frame that held all the beauty and magic. Where others would see the skies over Han River during the mystic time before the sun truly set, you would reminisce precious moments with your lover. And perhaps others had untold stories, prompted to appear once more in their memories when looking at your snapshot. Art of all kinds was meant to be perceived from differing angles. To connect the viewer to a medium that lets their imagination, emotions, and thoughts take off.
You loved the contemplation. The hidden messages. The thrall.
Mingyu teased and said you were crazy. But deep down, you knew he was drawn to the tug as well. The two of you found much amusement when dragging your chaotic friend group to the quiet museums for their input and contemplations.
A rare use of brain cells.
Only ten minutes later and your husband had given up trying to convince you to call quits, his camera stored safely away in its leather satchel for the day. You’d seen out of the corner of your eye the sneaky pictures he’d taken when he thought you weren’t paying attention. That was nothing new. The two of you shamelessly got your films developed with dozens more pictures of each other than assignments a countless number of times.
Now he sat behind you, arms gently draped around your waist so as to not accidentally mess up a shot you might take. Gazing over your shoulder, he appreciatively grunted at the view through your lens.
“Blue hour? Not enough people are patient for it, God, you know Kami will love it.”
“Of course, I know. Only a professor’s favorite student would present them with exemplary results.”
“Just because he’s your favorite doesn’t mean you’re his.”
You chuckled, turning around to boop his nose. “Jealous much? How in the world will you act when we have children?”
“That’s different,” he pouted, arms tightening around you almost imperceptibly. “That’ll be our children, not some fifty-year-old gramps.”
“He’s not that old.”
“He’s not that young either.”
Rolling your eyes, you leaned back into Mingyu’s embrace still waiting for that perfect moment. But perhaps it was a perfect moment for a different subject.
“…What do you think about having children, Gyu?”
“I’d love to.”
“You didn’t even hesitate.”
“Why should I when we’ve talked about it before? It’s something I’ve always wanted with you… of course, it’s what you want too — whenever you’re ready.”
“Gee, thanks I should think so. I’ll be the one carrying them for nine months!”
“And I’ll do whatever I can to help you through it.” He squeezed you even tighter. Of course, he would. “But… what makes you bring that up now…?”
You tried to hide your smile at the lingering hopefulness in his voice, not that he could really see your face in this position. “I think someone’s getting baby fever lately. I’ve noticed a few new books on the bookshelves we never use.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Darling, I used to love The Magic Treehouse just as much as anyone but that’s not something even you would read right now.”
“… Joshua gave them to me.”
“Why would Shua give you Polar Bears Past Bedtime? Is he into that? Why would he even have it?”
“They… came free with my textbook?”
“Is it because Yejun still thinks she can woo you? A married man? My married man?”
“No, no babe. Okay. I bought them, I admit it.”
Of course, you knew that all along. But you couldn’t help but tease him just like he always did to you.
“They’re good choices. However, they might be a little too advanced for our baby right away, don’t you think?”
A beat of silence.
In that millisecond beat, the whole world paused. The sky, the breeze blowing, the waves on the water, the hum of the city, your own breath as your husband stared at the hand you placed on your stomach. Maybe even Mingyu’s brain paused until —
“[Y/N], d-did you just say… our b-baby?”
It was impossible to wiggle out of his arms so you craned your neck to look into his wonderstruck eyes, joyful confirmation reflected in your own.
“I had some suspicions, took a test, and then dropped by the clinic yesterday to confirm. I wanted to surprise you formally but… it just felt right to tell you now.”
“We’re… having a baby? We’re having a baby… We’re having a baby!” He nuzzled your neck, hand wrapping around yours already protective of your stomach as you laughed. “[Y/N], we’re having a baby!”
“Yes, Gyu. Yes, we are!”
“Oh, my god… we’re having a baby.”
He kept repeating it like a mantra. With the way he was shaking, you might’ve been worried he was crying but you knew he was jittering from the excitement he couldn’t contain. You were absolutely overjoyed, the world suddenly a brighter place despite the physical growing darkness of the sky above.
“Are we gonna have a girl or boy? Do you know yet?”
You smiled. “It’s too early to tell. What do you want?”
“I’ll be happy with either, maybe both? Two of each?”
“Don’t push your luck. Seokmin cried for days after his wife absolutely tore him a new one in the delivery room and said no more twins ever again.”
“Then we can always just try again. If we have a girl first, she’ll be as fierce as you are with Chan.”
“If we have a baby girl, you’ll be too overprotective of her.”
“I don’t see why that’s a bad thing.”
You sighed. “You’ll never let her get a partner, that’s for sure.”
“Of course, I’d be protective of our child. Even a son needs protected.”
He was absolutely right. Imagining a child that was the result of the love between Mingyu and you — nobody could ever prepare you for the giddiness you were feeling and the way you would want to shield them from all the badness of the world. You knew he was happy but you had to hear his confirmation. Just for the sake of hearing it aloud.
“So… you’re happy? You want this right?”
“Without a doubt, this is the second-best thing to ever happen to me.”
“Second-best?”
“You know falling in love with you will always be first.”
You shared a sweet kiss but you couldn’t help but warn him. “You better not let them know they’re second-best or they’ll get a complex.”
He laughed loudly, the adrenaline still rushing through. “Can’t you just see our happy future together? It’ll be picture-perfect, babe.”
You could see it, almost like a movie of the future flashed before your eyes. Of a baby’s cries, tiny feet racing down the hallway, messy diapers, the scent of fresh milk, babbly giggles, sleepless nights, all of your friends and their families coming over, Mingyu’s warm breakfast for more than just the two of you daily, and all the wonderful snapshots that capture each and every memorable moment along the way. Everything you’ve ever wanted and would ever need. You prayed nothing would change no matter how hard things got so that this happiness would last forever because it was picture-perfect.
Just like the view in front of you. Finally, the sky had turned a delightful myriad of cobalt blues. The stars beginning to faintly twinkle beside the luminous moon. The breeze chilled slightly but you were warm. Glowing with a warmth of love and wrapped in your beloved’s arms as his hand enveloped yours as you picked up your camera.
It took several tries to get the right shot. Both of your hands were still trembling, the lenses blurring in and out of focus. And when you finally took it, it was the loveliest thing you’d ever seen. It didn’t matter what others thought and saw or didn’t. Whether or not they had untold stories hidden within the limited range of your lenses or not, only you and Mingyu shared a secret of your own. That’s why you had grinned at each other mischievously when hanging it in a frame on the wall of the nursery.
But when you held your wailing son in your arms after extremely long, hellish hours of contractions and cursing at your anxious husband, nothing tied it all together better than when he whipped out his camera.
Even the doctors broke into laughter at your scowl, hair matted and sweaty as he fumbled with it in his hands still spasming from your vice-like grip.
“Say kimchi, baby Yeongcheol and my beloved [Y/N]. No, don’t make that face love, see even Cheollie’s smiling!”
“Put that camera away before I do it for you, Gyu.”
“Whatever you say now won’t even affect me. Not after what you were spewing just moments ago.”
“Mingyu,” you grumbled but Yeongcheol’s sudden babbling had you smiling down at him. An opportunity your husband victoriously took.
“Beautiful,” he whispered to himself. “It’s picture-perfect.”
You couldn’t help but agree when he showed it to you later in a much better mood.
dokyeomblr: December 2021 — Picture Perfect ©
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I've heard many authors say in interviews that they hate rereading their own writing.
I used to think "of course, you wrote it, you know the story already, and you see the mistakes you made before that you wish you could go back and fix."
While not every author I've heard admit this view explained why they felt that way, I imagine that at least some of them--and plenty of others who haven't admitted it--feel just the way I've described.
I've become the opposite. I love rereading my own writing, flaws and typos and all.
I've published four novels and I have reread each one, not just as part of the getting-ready-to-publish process (though I did read them all completely at least three or four times each then) but since publication.
I reread them because I genuinely enjoy my own writing, my own stories.
Yes, when I started as an author, hoping that I would somehow be able to make writing at least part of my living, I wanted other people to love my novels. I still do.
But years later, I understand that ultimately, I wrote them for me. They are the stories I wanted to tell to explore parts of myself through characters who aren't me. They get happy endings that I, as a flesh person living in through linear time in the real world, am not at all guaranteed.
Literature in general is sometimes called "masturbatory" as a criticism, and when you're talking about Old White Men Classic Fiction about adultery with pretty young women, yeah, okay, I get it, I think that too and don't enjoy reading it; but as I've grown older, I accept that maybe that was what those authors wanted or even needed to write, for whatever reason--the problem isn't necessarily with the individual, who is allowed to write whatever they want, but the society that reveres Old White Men in the first place and decided their writing was the only Good Fiction.
Because I write romance, my genre is called "masturbatory" in a much more literal sense, because how dare women have agency and get to own their sexuality and still have happy endings? Romance is porn for women! Romance is escapist garbage! Romance is a blight upon the face of Literature!
But seriously, fuck that. Romance is awesome. I'm proud to write it, I'm proud to read it, I'm proud of the way the genre as a whole has moved beyond some of the sexist tropes of its past and is continuing to move beyond the white m/f pairings that used to define it. The queer romance I've been reading isn't always good but I'm always glad it exists and is available to me.
I love my own writing, and it's going to get weirder and more queer and it's always going to be romance, and I'm fucking proud of it.
I have given up the dream that writing will ever make me money, and I'm at peace with that. I don't need ambition to want to create, and it's better for my mental health that I never bought into the "publish or perish" grind of cranking out endless formulaic novels at a grueling pace because that's the only way to feed the algorithmic beast in order to make a living as an indie author (unless you happen to be one of the very, very few who gets struck by lightning with some kind of runaway hit. It does happen, but it's vanishingly rare.)
I will continue to write what I want, when I can, and polish it until it shines, and carefully release it into the wild when it's ready so that maybe two or three other people might read it, if I'm lucky.
But I am not beholden to the machine, or even to my hypothetical future audience, because I am writing for me.
Normalize reading your own writing and genuinely liking it and laughing along to your own jokes and swooning at the romance you created. You did good, author. Enjoy it.
#writeblr#elena rambles#i guess i needed to rant about this today#i actually just finished rereading fifty-five days#a few days ago#because i think it's my best novel#and it's definitely a comfort read for me when i'm hurting#tooting my own horn#and proud to be
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Mmm maybe eren walking in on the reader using a vibrator and offering to help her and over stimulating her..
you got it! here it comes :)
red handed - eren jaeger
pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader
word count: 2.5k
content warnings: smut, 18+, masturbation, overstimulation, crying
notes: this one was fun to write, it was my first time writing about a vibrator so idk if it’s that good but i hope you all enjoy nevertheless! <3
you sighed to yourself, anxiously glancing at the clock. your roommate had informed you he wouldn’t be back until around nine; the numbers 7:30 blinking back at you expectantly. there was no way he’d be home early; eren was late to nearly everything he did.
deciding to move into a small, crappy apartment with your childhood best friend had seemed like a good idea at the time. you and eren knew each other forwards and backwards; right side up and upside down.
what you didn’t know was just how needy eren could be. he hated being bored more than anything in the world. he was always lingering, always pestering you to go do something. he would sometimes just walk into your room and stand there, asking you what you were doing and if you wanted to hangout.
most of the time you didn’t mind. most of the time. but there were instances where the lack of a lock on both your bedroom and bathroom doors became an issue.
instances where the pent up hormones became too much to bear and you had to relieve yourself, quickly and quietly.
you thanked your lucky stars that eren had decided to go out with some friends tonight. you’d finally be able to enjoy a moment of bliss for the first time in well over two weeks.
after double checking that the front door was locked and peaking your head into eren’s room to make extra sure he was gone, you skipped to your own space with an air of giddiness. finally some alone time!
you softly closed the door behind you, turning to look at your beside table. pulling the small drawer open and rifling through various pieces of junk, your eyes landed on the small, inconspicuous piece of plastic.
you’d come to realize that your hand wasn’t quick enough to combat eren’s nosey nature, and after a few near misses, you invested in your very first vibrator.
it was a light pink color; just nearly longer than your middle finger. you picked it up carefully before plunking down on your hard mattress. you shifted so your back was pressed against the head board, knees slightly bent.
you could feel yourself aching in anticipation, cold hand slipping past the hem of your pajama pants to press the plastic device against your clit. your thumb moved to click the on button, halting as you heard a floorboard creak from out in the hall.
“ugh,” you muttered to yourself, trying to quell your paranoia. “eren’s not gonna be home for at least an hour.”
you paused for a minute longer, ears straining. when you were met with just the distant sound of sirens, you allowed yourself to continue, clicking the button. the soft vibration buzzed against your nerves, breath hitching involuntarily at the sudden pleasure.
it was a wonderful feeling; your chest heaving as your lower half embraced the foreign object. you leaned your head back against the wall, shifting to a more comfortable position as you bent your knees for better leverage.
your mind began to wander, an image of eren popping into your brain. a few years ago, you would’ve cringed and banished the thought away, but you’d come to acknowledge there was no denying just how attractive your best friend was, no matter how guilty it made you feel.
you pictured his muscular back, leaned over the sink as he washed dishes with a pair of black sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. you could feel your face heat, closing your eyes as the pressure within the pit of your stomach began to build.
it was easy to reach your breaking point with the vibrator; breath growing shallow as the image of eren’s muscular arms and defined v-line started to fog your mind. you exhaled out through your nose, the gentle buzzing making your clit twitch with desired release.
you were so wrapped up, so distracted. it was the single moment of bliss right before your orgasm, face hot and hands clammy.
you’d never let your mind wander so far before, but you were beginning to imagine eren touching you; letting his hands wander down your skin and caressing your curves, squeezing and-
“what’re you doing?” a voice startled you from the moment of peace, replaced by an overwhelming embarrassment as your eyes snapped open, focusing on the tall figure leaning against the open doorframe.
eren’s arms were crossed, face shadowed as he observed you. you quickly sat up, pulling your vibrator from your pants and clicking it off. the pace of your heartbeat was through the roof, eyes wide and chest tight. how fucking embarrassing!
“i’m- i was-,” you were at a loss for words, standing from your bed. your heart pinged with annoyance, the embarrassment quickly dissipating into anger. “can’t you learn to fucking knock?”
eren didn’t say anything, quirking a brow at your snippy tone. it just aggravated you more, your brain trying to combat the dopamine that never truly reached its full potential. he stood in your doorway, staring you down as you seethed in your place.
“don’t be embarrassed,” he spoke softly. his face had some unknown expression on it, one you’d never seen before. his pupils were dilated, brows furrowed and gaze serious. “it’s a normal thing to do.”
you huffed, shifting your legs in an attempt to quell the burning between your thighs. “i know that. what’s not normal is you barging into my room without knocking when you weren’t even supposed to be home for another hour.”
“i got bored, so i decided to come home and hangout with you,” he explained. his lip was curved upwards, as if he were trying to suppress a smirk. “s’more fun here anyway.”
you frowned at his words, your mind flashing that image of his rough hands trailing down your body, squeezing. you swallowed at the thought, the anger quickly being overpowered by your unfinished arousal. “how long were you standing there?”
“long enough to know you didn’t finish,” he commented, holding eye contact as your eyebrows raised in surprise. you opened your mouth to respond, but eren beat you to it. “c’mon, i think i know you pretty well.”
“not like that,” you muttered demurely, the dull ache nearly too much to bear. you felt like you’d be antsy till you got off, shifting uncomfortably as your eyes fell to the floor. “could you- could you give me some privacy?”
eren didn’t respond for a moment, the sound of your bedroom door shutting sending a feeling of relief to your brain. you looked up, frown deepening.
eren was leaning against the closed door, eyes dark and serious. “let me help you.”
his words sent a confused throb to your cunt, face going slack. was this really happening?
“eren, you don’t mean…” you breathed out, the ache in your center multiplying tenfold at the sight of his tall and muscular figure staring down at you. shit, shit, shit!
“i do,” he responded seriously, taking a step towards you. he was normally tall and formidable, but in the darkness of your bedroom, he seemed infinite. you paused for a moment, your resolve already thin due to the incessant throbbing of your clit. eren seemed to take notice, eyeing you carefully. “who better than your best friend?”
you held your breath before responding. you’d been thinking of this, dreaming of this. now here he was, standing before you and looking at you as though you were his for the taking. and it excited you. it excited you to no end. “i- okay.”
eren was quick to smile, stepping up to you. you craned your neck to look at him, heartbeat erratic as his calloused hands ran down your bare arms. he slowly lowered himself to his knees before you, fingers hooking under the waistband of your pajamas.
his teal eyes glanced up to you, asking for permission. you were afraid your voice wouldn’t work, instead feverishly nodding your head in acceptance. he pulled your pants down tantalizingly slow; like he was unwrapping some sacred gift.
you bit your lip as your thighs became exposed, the feeling of eren’s hot breath fanning across the newly exposed skin. he leaned forward, eyes still locked with yours as he placed a kiss to the soft flesh, lips slicked with chapstick. it was sinful and he knew it.
your cotton pants dropped to the floor, standing in nothing but your underwear and a t-shirt. eren’s gaze grew heavy on your panties - the inevitable wet spot showing just how desperate you were for attention.
“trying to finish before i got home?” he cooed, curling his lip. you felt your face heat, glancing away.
“yeah,” you responded bashfully, eren motioning his head towards the bed.
he breathed out a laugh at your answer, giving your thigh that deeply desired squeeze. “that’s so cute. bet you’re so needy for me now, hm?”
you could feel yourself growing wetter at his words, choosing to sit on the end of the bed in front of him rather than respond. he kissed your leg again, eyes catching on something beside you.
“what’s this?” he smirked, reaching to grab your vibrator. you were too slow to react, reaching for it in vain as eren inspected it. “tsk, tsk. sit back down.”
you hadn’t even realized you’d lifted from the mattress, eren’s dark tone making you abide as though you had no free will.
he gave you a sadistic look, lunging forward to press his tongue flat against your clothed clit. you hissed at the feeling, hands fisting your bed sheets. eren chuckled against you, the vibration making your stomach burn.
“just that already has you squirming?” he mumbled, lips pressing a kiss. as if this couldn’t get anymore embarrassing. “’s’hot.”
you breathed out, the sight of eren between your legs in the lowly lit room entirely too attractive. you weren’t surprised he was so bossy and vocal, hand tapping your leg impatiently.
“off.” he deadpanned, leaning back to watch you as you stood, yanking your underwear down your legs. you tried to quell your excitement; eren’s pupils growing impossibly larger at the sight of your exposed cunt. you sat back down, breath shaky as eren situated himself in front of you. “so wet already.”
eren, just as he always had been, was impatient. you’d just sat down and he was prying your knees apart, tongue hungrily pressing itself against your center. he was sloppy; eating you out with an animalistic hunger that had you nearing your climax much faster than usual.
“eren,” you whimpered, the feeling of his tongue circling your entrance causing a moan to ripple from your mouth. the sound of his name only made him suck harder. he wasn’t letting up; absolutely determined to bring you to your high as fast as possible. “m’gonna cum, eren.”
he groaned at your words, arms hooking around your thighs to hold you in place as he focused intently on your clit. the warm, wet feeling was becoming too much; edges of your vision growing dark as you let your release come crashing down, legs twitching as eren released his suction on you.
he looked at you just long enough for you to notice the sheen on his chin, the sparkle in his eyes, and the grin on his lips. “been waiting so long for this, i’m gonna make the best of it.”
your chest was heaving, brows pulled down in confusion as eren brought his first two fingers to your entrance, circling it twice before stuffing you with his long digits.
you were burning, just having come down from your embarrassingly quick release only to have eren fucking you with his fingers. they easily slid in and out, wet with your sheen as he began to gently suck on your inner thigh. your vision was hazy, eren pushing his digits in to the last knuckle and curling slightly.
the feeling of another release was building in your core; churning and readying you to succumb to eren’s will once more. and you were ready; a breathy moan leaving your lips as he angled his fingers particularly deep. you laid down, hands subconsciously lifting to grope your own chest - searching for an anchor.
“shit,” eren swore at the sight of you palming your breasts, squirming in his hold as his fingers pumped in and out of you, quickening his pace. you whimpered in response, screwing your eyes shut.
you felt the cold object press against your clit before he turned it on; eyes widening in surprise as you shot up. eren was grinning at you, thumb clicking it on as an involuntary cry ripped from your chest.
the vibration was too much as his digits abused your cunt, stuffing into you as far as possible. your clit twitched aggressively, face and neck hot. your brain was growing fuzzy, thoughts clouded as you stared down at eren, mouth hanging open and eyes glossy. he was watching you seriously, pressing the vibrator harder against your clit in order to make you jolt.
you were burning, abdomen flexing as your eyes began to water. the sensations were too much, legs trying to close but you were blocked by eren’s broad shoulders.
you’d never been one to scream, but you couldn’t help the strangled sound that escaped your mouth as eren included his tongue in the overstimulating mix. hot, sticky tears slid down your cheeks, eren’s tongue lapping at the spot where his fingers disappeared inside of you.
his eye contact. oh, his eye contact. it was pervasive and inspective, analyzing every sound and movement you made.
he pulled his tongue back for just a moment, the vibrator buzzing intensely against you. “cum for me.”
and you did. it was too much; your legs jerking and stomach cramping, mind turned to mush at the overflow of dopamine. you collapsed back on the bed, eren leaving the vibrator pressed against your clit for a moment longer, the feeling now more uncomfortable than anything. you waved your hand, too exhausted to beg him to take it off. eren only chuckled, pulling his fingers from you but pressing the object against you harder.
“let me see those tears,” he said sweetly, tapping your thigh. it was a sinister sweetness, the tears pooling down your face as you began to grown numb below your waist. you forced yourself to sit up, eren smiling as he saw your wet face. “good girl.”
he removed the vibrator, tossing it on the bed as he stood. you laid back down, breathing heavy and legs weak. eren hovered above you, leaning down to wipe your cheeks.
“next time, just ask for my help,” he sneered, your eyes rolling weakly. he had a boyish grin on his face, something teasing about his nature. “i’m way better than some stupid vibrator, anyway.”
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Helloooo! How u doing? Hope things going over there!
Glad to meet another one piece x reader blog! 💕💕 I was wondering if I could have a drabble or headcanons (whichever u prefer honestly) about jealous Zoro x chubby s/o? It can be NSFW or SFW (again whichever u prefer)
A jealous partner just hits different u know? 😳😳😳
Thank u for ur time!
authors note : hello ! <3 im doing rather well , thanks so much for asking <3 hope you’re doing lovely <33 i hope you don’t mind that i picked NSFW for this one ;; jealousy just blends perfectly with NSFW .. Anywho ! i hope you enjoy the headcanons + drabble <3 Oh ! i mainly kept the reader gender neutral , as i wasn’t sure if you wanted it as a female , male or nb. i hope that’s alright with you <3
NSFW WARNING BELOW <3 please skip if such content makes you uncomfortable.
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Jealous! Zoro x Chubby! Reader Headcanons
tags : jealousy , ( slight ) breeding kink , possessiveness , marking
• It takes quite a lot to get Zoro jealous. He’s a swordsman and swordsmanship is all about honor and respect , even towards opponents.
• But if a certain Straw Hat even breathes in your direction, he’s quick to make jealous. Sanji had no limitations when it came to his flirtatious attitude, he didn’t even hold back flirting with you, someone who was knowingly in a relationship, let alone someone who was dating Zoro.
• Zoro doesn’t hesitate to stride over to you and Sanji, quick to shout and possibly hit Sanji. Who does Sanji think he is? Zoro hated that sleezy face Sanji would make, allowing his eyes to trace along every piece of exposed flesh you had as you sunbathed on the ship deck. And Zoro especially hated how your face would flush in embarrassment from the other mans compliments.
• When he’s jealous, Zoro gets a lot tougher when it comes to bed room activities. Most of the time, he’s slow with his strokes, leaving light kisses along your stomach or neck, depending on what position you two were in. But when he’s jealous? Boy, oh boy... Jealousy is the plague! Do not expect to be able to walk straight afterwards
• He’ll definitely bury your body in hickies and bite marks, wherever his mouth can reach, it’ll be throbbing from Zoro’s lips. Zoro lacks shame, really. He doesn’t mind if people notice the marks he leaves upon you. If anything, Zoro wants people to see them, it strokes his ego.
• Zoro wants to be able to see your face 100%. He loves seeing your sweet expression sink with pure ecstasy. The way you’ll drool and blush an unbelievable shade of red as he rams up into the warmth of your body makes him grin with delight. Zoro knows nobody can do this for you, that only he can. And that feeling is the greatest to ever bask within him, the feeling of superiority of all the men who have ever looked at you in a lewd way.
• Zoro loves to grope your body, as well. He likes to feel every bit of you, from your chest to your lovehandles, he wants to feel it all. He loves knowing your plump body is only for him to feast on.
• If you ever show shame in your body type, Zoro is quick to correct you with eager touches. How idiotic do you have to be to neglect such a treasure? Zoro will always be there to remind you of the value your body holds to him, and why you should find pride in it as well.
• When Zoro is in a mood, he often likes to drain his seed inside of you, filling you to the brim with his musky semen. He’s very territorial , as you can tell. Very into marking, wether with marks or his own cum.
Jealous! Zoro x Chubby! Reader Oneshot
“H-hey... can’t you be a bit gentler?” Your voice seeped out in between the harsh pants that circulated from you. The way Zoro was palming at your body was as tight as the grip he would use upon his sword. Mixing such powerful touches with the grinding of his rock hard member made it even more difficult to speak through. You could feel his precum dribble against your hole, making your warm body hotter then it already was.
Zoro didn’t make an effort to reply, as he was clearly in his own little world. All of this over Sanji and his cooking .. All you had done was compliment the chef on the straw berry and vanilla parfait he had graciously served you. It wasn’t your fault Sanji took ever little thing to heart... Yet, even as you had explained the scene, Zoro still didn’t let up with his sudden yearning for your body.
It was embarrassing, nearly. The way Zoro’s face smothered against your stomach, his calloused fingers scaling against the surface of your body. Everytime Zoro would leave a kiss or hickey against your stomach, you’d jolt in pleasure. It felt so good but having him smother your stomach like that... it was far too much.
“Zoro...not my stomach...its-“ You gasped out loudly as you were suddenly impaled on the forth of Zoro’s member, that action completely cutting off your words. You felt your toes curl and your legs tremble from the intrusion. You were already so sensitive, and that certainly amped it up further. Your eyes peered up at Zoro as he sat up, his tanned hands firmly squeezing your love handles as he let you consume every inch of him.
“Eh? It’s not what, Y/n?” Zoro smirked down at you, letting out a raspy laugh. He didn’t hesitate to begin to move his hips, letting his member exit your warmth before burrowing deep inside once again. “You better not have been thinking what i think you were...” Zoro knew how you felt about your body. You didn’t hate it but some days he would notice the way you’d gaze upon yourself, a small frown taking over your face. “Because.. the whole Grand Line can tell how fucking hot you are,” Zoro hissed, his breath growing slightly heavy as he quickened his thrusts.
You couldn’t tell if your face was hot from the temps tire of the room and the man that hovered over your naked form, or if it was hot from what Zoro had just said. Zoro was never new to vulgar compliments but that one was far too for you to handle, making you tighten around Zoro’s shaft. This was certainly different from the sex you two typically had. Zoro was never a man to falter, always staying at a steady pace but today, it was nonstop. You couldn’t help but let the loud moans that brewed within your throat out. You felt guilty, because God knows the rest of the crew was trying to sleep right now. But you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t help but gasp and call out for your lover as he pounded your deepest parts.
Zoro felt a never ending source of confidence against the rest of the ship and their mates. He knew he was the only person to make you scream in such a way. The thought that he was the only one who ever got to see you in such a manner just made him even more excited. Nobody got such a great view, nor would they ever. You were Zoro’s and Zoro’s alone, no one could come between you two, not even a damn War Lord.
Zoro was consistent, never stopping his rapid and rough strokes. He didn’t even pace himself, as you two got further into the session. It was sloppy, at that point. You two had been going at it like animals for about an hour or so, giving not a single Straw Hat time to get a blink of sleep in the time window. Fluids gushed from the both of you, the sticky fluid you dumped against his member just made such a lewd noise every time he would thrust inward. It was loud as he rammed into you, matching with the smacking of flesh.
You were close, and with the look that rested on Zoro’s face, he was just as close as you were. The room was full of moans and groans, the playful banter from before had ceased to be, melted within the bed sheets, along with the sweat that was produced from you and Zoro.
“Zoro...! I’m close!” You mustered out, throwing your head back into the mess of pillows that remained behind you. It was as i you were molding into the bed, slowly sinking into the wet bed sheets, marked with your own juices as well as the ones from your lover.
With how suddenly your walls clamped against Zoro’s shaft, it didn’t give him a single moment to think about pulling out. It was as if you were attempting to milk him of every drop of cum he could produce. And so, you did. The warmth of Zoro’s seed was an overwhelming force that seeped into you, painting your walls white with the thick fluid.
An animalistic groan escaped Zoro as he drained his balls, filling you as much as he could with his semen. It felt so satisfying to fill you, almost as if he were trying to impregnate you, wether he could or not. The feeling of him not just branding every bit of you on the outside but as well on the inside was the best feeling he could ask for.
You were his. Inside and out, you were marked by the worlds top wanted ‘ pirate hunter ‘ , the right hand man to the worlds future pirate king.
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Characters: Aether
A gift to my sister cause she never stops thirsting 😒 @katsukiibug
Doing all of them ;-;
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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Aether is opened to any activities his partner throws at him. He's not very picky.
But he does enjoy some dinner dates and strolls around the city, wheater it is Liyue or Mondstadt. He pays for all meals and snacks with the Mora he got from his travels.
Be warned, however, cause Paimon ain't gonna shut up about the food. Regardless it's comforting, followed by a nice walk through the city basked in moonlight.
Aether also in general likes to travel with you, other than Paimon you're his companion. He likes to take you to the forest to pick berries or other essential resources, beneficial for future endeavors.
Stories from his travels? Aether could ramble about for hours. Describing the little mishaps and mischief he and his sister found themselves in. Though he gets really sad whenever his sister is brought up.....oofles
He's traveled from world to world was introduced to many hobbies and games of variety, he's happy to introduce you to some of them if your willing to try something new out.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Your patience
Aether has a bit of a packed schedule; assisting with commissions and dealing with hilichrul attacks. Not to mention his mind is set on finding the 7 archons in the hope to find his sister. He's incredibly busy most of the times
He doesn't ignore you on purpose, but he's dragged everywhere. Poor guy:(
But he admires that you don't fuss about it and always hold patience. Of course, Aether will find a way to make it up to you eventually. He tends to send small souvenirs from his travels as a form of apology.
Your comfort
He recently lost his sister and is overhwaled by all these tasks placed on his heavy and tired shoulders. He leans on you when he needs that moment of peace or comfort.
He loves that you try to soothe him whenever he's in his worst moments. With your words or simple touches of comfort, he adores it all.
Your eyes
Aether loves to stare into your eyes. He finds them really beautiful and finds himself smiling whenever looking in your eyes.
He's memorized by how they lightly sparkle or glimmer depending on your emotions. Or how they light up whenever you laugh or smile.
He finds it soothing to just lean your foreheads against each other and stare endlessly at your eyes, his worries and concerns being carried away.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
He's a brother and understands when his partner is under stress or feeling down. Similar to how he notices the small gestures Lumine has that show her emotions are swirling in her head.
He picks up on the small hints and notices right away the shift in your behavior. You can say you're fine but he ain't falling for it, he's seen the signs.
But Aether does give the space you want. He recognizes its benefits and understands it himself; He's lost his kin, there are times Aether wants to push everyone away.
So patient, he's not pushing you into anything instead he's letting you describe what's bothering you at your pace. You can break down sobbing and he would wait while comfortably drawing stars on your back. He even has his shoulder to cry on if you want, softly running his hand through her hair in comforting motions.
He tries his best to give advice from his own experience. He makes a promise to cheer you later. He's just trying to make you happy again cause he hurting inside if you're not :(
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
Aether pictures the future from time to time. Mainly thinking about finding his sibling. He pictures two outcomes the good now and the one he dreads dearly.
Of course, since you are his s/o, you do play role in some of the scenarios he plays on his head.
He wonders what will be of the relationship after he finds his sibling, would they continue to travel worlds as they had done previously?
It was his sister and himself life's work of jumping planet to planet and learning of the different kingdoms and such.
Teyvat is your home, you have all your plans for the future in this world, he couldn't force you to leave.
So he rather hears of your views on the future instead, listening closely as you explain everything you have planned while his heart slowly aches as he debates for his future.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
He sees you as his equal. Nothing less or more- though he looks to up you a lot
He doesn't let any status you may hold hinder the relationship, and he wishes the same. He may be a traveler from another world, praised for his achievements, and his reputation in the nation's placed his name high. But Aether doesn't want that to affect his relationship with his lover.
So yee equals =
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
He hates fighting :(
Soft boy can't handle arguing with his s/o. It breaks his heart every time. Instantly feels guilty, even if he wasn't in the wrong.
Because of this arguments are incredibly rare. He's not an angry person in general and tends to stay positive most of the time. It will only occur if he's incredibly pent up about a situation. He'd bottle up those emotions before the string being pulled and he snaps.
Easy to forgive, the moment he notices he's angry he's apologizing for lashing out. Poor boy can't handle you being scared, upset, and disappointed with him.
After a fight, he gives you the space needed before checking on you and asking if you're alright. Aether would pull you into a hug, and probably sob depending on how bad the fight was. Cuddles until your both happy again or unless you really don't want to be in his presence at the moment.
If the fight was really bad he gives you some space to think for a bit and try to get it off his head. Afterward, he goes to apologize to you, to where you either sob together or things go back to normal right after
Apologizes repeatedly to you, you could say you've forgiven him but he's gonna continue apologizing for another hour or so.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Incredibly grateful for every little act his s/o does for him. Ever since losing his sister, he's been in a void and his s/o has been the light helping him back to his feet. Cheesy I know-
But he truly appreciates everything you do for him, it always brings a smile to his face whenever his s/o does the most simple little acts that go a long way for him. He acknowledges even the smallest of things
Simple acts such as setting up his stuff before he goes to complete commissions or cooking him some food. It always makes his day better.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
Aether tells his partner pretty much everything, he dislikes keeping you in the dark. He would be really upset and heartbroken if he found out his s/o was hiding anything from him
He relies on you a lot, he tells you everything because you always put him at ease.
However, there are a few things that he would hide for a short time. He would tell his partner eventually but needs some time to plan out how to tell them. But those moments are rare and in between.
If he did find out that his s/o was hiding something from him, he'd be so torn :< feels betrayed a in way that you hid something from him.
Of course, he would listen to your reasoning as to why you kept secrets, but he starts to distance himself for a bit.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Aether works harder for you. In other words, he's constantly trying to impress you. He tries to act heroically around you to make you smile and all.
He learned to not always feel so down because of his sister and take time to be happy as well
He for sure helps you overcome any problems or barriers that have been holding you back, taking one step at a time. You work it out together and he's patient with the process
He's always inspired by you, he works harder for you and tries to complete his commissions at a faster rate so he can spend the rest of the day work you.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Can go both ways. On one hand, Aether isn't really one to get jealous, as he has complete trust in his partner but on the other hand, there are times when he gets insecure or jealous over somethings
But for the most part he isn't jealous, there are moments where he's scared to lose you like he lost his sister, to be left alone again :<<
In the moments where he is jealous, he would tell his s/o that he's feeling envious. Getting it off his chest and hoping his S/o would help calm down his worries
If he's feeling really envious, which are incredibly rare, he would avoid you for a bit trying to let his jealousy die away before confronting you
He'd feel really bad if he accidentally made you feel jealous instead. He would remind you that all his love is reserved for you and only you.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Something like that done here
An average kisser, a bit inexperienced when it comes to kissing, you're his first boyfriend/girlfriend but he caught on really fast.
But because of this, your first kiss ended up being really awkward and Aether got incredibly flustered cause he believed he did something wrong
He's still really shy whenever he kisses you, he grows flustered whenever you intimate the kiss.
His kisses are really gentle, pressing his lips against yours softly. Each kiss is filled with emotions, all his love into each one. Very gentle boi
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
A mess
Poor boi is stuttering and fumbling over his words. He a nervous wreck but he's trying his best.
He planned everything out but when the moment came he tripped over his words.
He invites you over for a nice dinner, nothing too fancy and nothing too cheap, just right. He pays for food, slowly bringing the conversation to an idea of a relationship. Of course, he's hella flustered and trying not to show(which he does) it.
Then he kinda blurts out that he has a crush on you and wants to try out a relationship
If you say yes he's gonna have a huge smile on his face for the rest day, it's really adorable TwT
If you say no, however, he freezes in place for a while, the whole thing repeating in his head up to the point where you rejected him. He apologizes and excuses himself. You don't see him for a couple of days, since aether is avoiding you, he's really embarrassed to talk to you. Oh and congratulations you get a nasty nickname from Paimon :D
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
He thought about it at least once when your relationship was growing. Similar to dreams, he had different scenarios in this head for the future and how they could play out.
He would like to get married one day, yes, but it isn't something he sees doing anytime soon as his primary goal is to find his sister, afterward however he will look into it more and suggest the idea to his s/o.
In terms of how he proposes, he takes you on a little adventure that highlights some your adventures you had together near the beginning of your friendship, before getting on one knee and popping the question.
Kind of that nostalgic feeling you get as you reminisce on some of the old memories you created together
The both of you plan the ceremony and incorporate your ideas into one. It's gonna be a big wedding though since pretty much all of Mondstadt, Liyue, and other nations that are yet to be explored will be attending.
Of course, if you wish for a smaller wedding, he doesn't mind at all and will plan out something smaller. He personally likes a small wedding too :)
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
Aether isn't too keen on nicknames for his s/o but he does have a few. But for the most part, he calls you y/n, especially in public
He calls you sometimes a shorter version of your name. Or a flower that reminds him of you.
Really depends on your personality as well and which flower it associates with, or he might have a silly nickname for you that he called you once and it stuck with him. However, those types of nicknames are used rarely depending on the circumstance.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Blush blush blush blush
He might be a little oblivious to it since your his first, he doesn't realize it until someone cough venti cough points out to him.
He's in denial at first, swirling over his words while his face reveals the truth. He's crushing hard
Aether tries to mask his little crush from you and he does pretty well minus a few moments where he's got off guard, que flustering soft boi
But when he's in love, he has a smile on his whenever speaking to the person that makes his heart skip a beat. It's pretty prominent to others once you notice the behavior shift from someone random to you.
He expresses his love in a little of everything; kisses and little hugs along with serenading you in words or perhaps gifting you something. A little mix of all of them
His favorite way to express his love is to have his hand intertwine with yours. It's simple but it comforts him knowing you're close. He loves it whenever you give him a slight squeeze of reassurance; it never fails to put a smile on his face
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Shy boy gets flustered in private, he gets really flustered showing PDA in public.
Don't get me wrong he loves showering you in affection but he gets easily flushed at the idea of people watching him kiss his s/o or giving them a comforting hug.
His PDA is average, he's open to hand-holding in public because it comforts him without having to do anything too affectionate in the public eye
He doesn't brag either, most people already know the existence of your relationship.
Although for the most part, he's trying to keep it a secret because of the Fatui and the threat it could place on you. You don't want La Signora chasing after you.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.
Paimon is usual around Aether meaning that whenever your feeling hungry, Paimon can point out the best places to sit down and have a delicious meal
An expert treasure hunter is in your area, and you're dating him! He knows where to find hints and little clues for treasures and can open any lock or seal. Many fortunes
He has so many stories to tell from his previous travels. It helps you connect more as you listen to him tell you every memory he can remember from the worlds he visited. You never get bored by his stories either.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
He's can be really creative in his antic when it comes to making his s/o happy, but he also sticks to some more cliche methods as well
As mentioned previously he's visited many worlds and has seen the various ways people would do to cheer up their partners.
He uses that to his advantage when trying something to get that smile he loves dearly on your face
But the also likes to take some classic routes, little gifts, or acts of affection to make you happy
Perhaps a rose banquet one day and something new and really imaginative the next. He can be a wild card when deciding
One time he jokingly asked Paimon for advice, of course, she suggested having sticky honey roast as a nice evening lunch date. Which he ended up taking you to that afternoon
He's willing to do anything-within reasonable terms- to make his s/o happy. If just point something out or specify on what would make you really happy; chances are he's going to do it for you
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
100% support in you
He wants to see your goals accomplished as well. Just like your helping him find his sister, he helps you achieve your goal
If you allow him, he's willing to put aside some of his commissions to help you plan and get a better roadmap to obtain your goal
Aether helps keep you motivated whenever you're feeling down, reminding you of what you have accomplished so far. Cooking you food or bringing you some water to get your brain flowing again. As well as some encouragement from Paimon, although she tends to over exaggerate most of the time
He is also sure to help you take breaks whenever you're pushing yourself too much. He takes you outside to pick plants or berries, but it's really soothing and distracting
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
It's an adventure every day with Aether
At the beginning of the relationship, he tried to follow a more classical relationship routine. Since he was so new to affection, e mimicked what he saw other couples do thinking it was the correct way to go. But after spending more time with you he strayed away from that, adding his own ideas along with yours
He's constantly traveling the world, meeting archons and other powerful beings. There always a battle to be fought or a harbinger to run from. A lot can happen in one day
And you're his trusty and equal companion, he likes to bring you along through the chaos that is Teyvat
In other words, there is always a thrill in your relationship, plus Aether is always open to trying something new occasionally. Never a dull moment except for that one lazy Sunday where you cuddle all day, but it's really wholesome
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Aether picks up on the little things that signal a behavior shift within you. With these notices he acts quickly to be sure your alright and accesses if he needs to shower you in more affection in order to make you happy >:0
He tries to sympathize with his partner, trying to understand the emotions they're going through. He understands grief and anger, as he had experienced it with the loss of his kin, and knows how to help alleviate his s/o
But he does try his best to help cheer you up regardless of the emotions you are feeling. Paimon is even there to cheer you with her own words
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Aether's relationship with you is something he holds close to his heart. It's incredibly important to him, and he is sure to voice how important you are to him.
His s/o is that last speck of hope and happiness in his life after being filled with pain for so long. He'd be devastated without you
Unfortunately, his sister is his first priority, his family comes close. Lumine is the only kin he has. But your also really important to him, and so he tries to shower you with affection daily
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
Your Paimon's close friend, you get to hear her ramble about food- a lot. But she's also really supportive of your relationship, she's noticed how much happier Aether had become since then.
Aether likes it whenever you braid his hair. Finding it soothing as your fingers gently comb through his golden locks
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
A shy boy wanting to shower his s/o in affection. He's not the most affectionate person out there but he does try to be romantic and such
He adores hugs more than kisses, he finds it further comforting to hold his partner close and reassured that there beside him. He wishes he could cuddle with you for hours however commissions among other tasks that always pull him back
He also likes kisses, there always gentle and soft and he mainly kisses you on the cheek, forehead, or lips.
So overall he is pretty affectionate and he tries his best to make you feel loved
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
He can handle it for a few days, he has trust in you and your abilities. But he does think about you whenever you have to leave, wishing he could go with you. He's already missing your presence the moment you kissed him goodbye before venturing off to whatever.
Then he starts to become worried, his head is racing even though you're fine. He's trying to stay calm in the situation, which he does pretty well but it's clear something is troubling the traveler from another world. Nonetheless, he doesn't act out that worry
He starts to take up more commissions in hopes it will put his mind off It, overworking himself just a tad too much until he finds himself exhausted and turns in to rest for the night.
He refrains from any thoughts involving you being in a dangerous circumstance, he's trying to stay positive and counting down the days until your arrival back to Mondstadt or Liyue. But he has had that one thought or two, dreading over his shoulders
When you do return, the moment he spots your familiar figure; his mind is washed with relief as he makes his way towards you. He approaches with a soft, kind smile as he engulfs you into a hug. He asks you how the journey or task went and if you hit any roadblocks or difficulties.
He takes you to dinner that afternoon to talk some more, he misses you dearly :(
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
As mentioned before Aether tries his best to make you happy, he'll try somethings out but he won't cross any unnecessary lines or ones that shouldn't be crossed
Listen- he's stolen a Gods Lyre, angered the cryo God, fought a Harbinger, and almost destroyed a nation- oh and he's a garden thief. He's willing to go to some extra lengths to make you happy-he just doesn't want to add on to the list of chaos that had occurred already
But as mentioned previously, his main goal is finding his sister and he tries not to stray from it too much. But yes, he does care about your relationship and he is sure to remind you that you always hold a special place in his heart :)
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I'm done omg, yay
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hello hello!! happy 500 :D i’m a new follower and i’d like to request a pit stop (i’m pretty sure that’s the alphabet thing) with mr kenma pls and thank u <3
part of my 500 event! [CLOSED]
NSFW ALPHABET | KENMA KOZUME X GN!READER
warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, gn!reader, mentions of: filming, exhibitionism, choking, bondage, voyeurism, edging, roleplay
a/n: thank you for requesting!!!! this was super fun to write and i hope u enjoy <3
a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
kenma’s competitive with himself, and that’s something that definitely carries into the bedroom. he’s analytical, so he’ll ask you questions that you really cannot take seriously after getting your brains fucked out like how many times did you cum? and on a scale from one to ten how good did that feel? although its not the traditional sort of aftercare, you know that he’s only doing it so he can make the experience better for the next time, and so far he hasn’t failed in doing so.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
himself: his fingers. he’s gotta use them for a lot of things: clicking the mouse while he’s gaming, signing business contracts, making you cream around them, sticking them down your throat, you know, day-to-day things. he looks at his hands with pride with the way they’re able to manipulate anything—especially you.
partner: your wrists. he loves the duality; when he’s holding your forearms above your head and thrusting into you mercilessly, he gets a sort of satisfaction in how limp your wrists go, your clenched fists drooping helplessly in his grasp. but he has reverence for their strength; when you’re choking him, fingers digging into his pulse points, he can’t help but focus on the way your wrist pushes down on his collarbone, the post-sex aches there simply reminders of how he fell to putty in your hands.
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
would rather cum on you than inside. let’s face it, he was probably a hentai addict at some point and got hooked on the lewd way they showed backshots, facials, and the like. also a sucker for cumming in your mouth when you give him a blowjob and making you stick your tongue out before swallowing. put on a little show of licking your fingers or your lips and he’ll instantly get hard again.
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
wants to fuck you while streaming. even after graduating high school, he’s not the tallest nor the strongest, and he’s constantly getting comments like how did he bag someone as hot as ‘em? or they’re probably just in it for the money on videos that he films with you. he’s not an idiot, he knows that even if he was the world’s hottest person there’d still be hate comments because that’s just how the internet works, but he really really wants to shut them all up by pausing his game and folding your body across his desk. there’s no way in hell he’d follow through with that though, because his career—and probably both of your lives—would be ruined, but he’s not opposed to making some faceless porn videos if you’re down for that kind of thing.
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
kenma kept to himself for most of his life, so while he didn’t really have hands-on experience, he did get a lot of knowledge from hentai and mangas and such (which really is a double-edged sword because no, not everyone’s nipples are that sensitive, but its fine). so he kinda had a lot of unrealistic expectations and not a lot of sexual encounters to disprove them. but when he blew up on twitch and youtube? phew this guy had people THROWING themselves at him. and so he did indulge a bit, ‘gained some xp’ and ‘leveled up’ as he’d say, before stumbling upon you.
f = favorite position (this goes without saying)
when you ride him and he’s sitting up so your chests are pressed together. kenma’s the type of person to see kissing as super intimate (yes, even more intimate than literally being inside you) so he loves this position because he can make out with you. he lives for those heated makeout sessions when you’re both moaning into each other’s mouths and nipping at each other’s lips. also likes the position where either you’re sitting with your back to his chest or vice versa and getting each other off.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
i feel like he’d be pretty serious at first, in the early stages of your relationship, but as you got more comfortable, his dorkiness would shine through. like, this guy plays video games for a living, alright? he’s bound to make a few dumb references while you are ‘doing the dirty’, maybe let loose his killer wario impression when things get steamy.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
i feel like kenma definitely dyed his pubes blonde as part of a prank at some point so that it matched his hair LMAO. and hygiene-wise, i mean, he still is a musty gamer boy except now he’s getting paid for it. so he probably didn’t take care of it at all before really settling down with a long-term partner (cough, you). now he keeps it trimmed (and he might dye it again for kicks).
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
i feel like it varies from situation to situation. depending on the mood and whatnot, he might really cling to the romance stuff and kiss you on the neck or forehead or murmur i love you, that kind of thing. other times, it might just be all about physical pleasure. it all chalks up to what kind of sex you guys are having, really.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
likes to be watched when masturbating. this pretty much goes hand-in-hand with his fantasy of railing you while streaming, but he’s a fan of either having you sit in front of him and boss him around while he’s jerking off or recording himself. also he might have posted a couple of the videos he films for you to a brand new account on twitter, accidentally blew up, and caused the hashtag #isthiskodzuken to trend for a couple weeks... oops.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
filming/voyeurism: kenma spends all his time in front of cameras, and that part of his life is just part of his sexual preferences now. would almost always be down to film a sex tape. when you guys are separated because of work or whatever, your messages are just lewd pictures and snippets back and forth. its really fucking with your data plan.
roleplay: he has an active imagination—need i say more? he’s constantly coming up with scenarios in his head and he’s definitely bought you a sexy cosplay costume on multiple occasions. i can’t see him into anything too intense like ddlg but i’m sure there’s some more milder stuff sprinkled within his sex life.
edging + bondage combo: when he’s subbing, kenma’s definitely the type who wants to relinquish all control. he just wants you to do whatever you want to him and tease him until he’s crying and begging to cum. will squirm a lot, which will eventually prompt you to tie his hands behind his back, which he realizes he likes a lot more than he thought he would.
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
his office (feeds into his boss/employee fantasy) and in the bedroom, but just not on the bed (on his desk, at his gaming chair). the bed is for the more lovey-dovey sex.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
this is oddly specific, but i feel like he’s the kind of guy that’ll get really hard if you massage his hair, lull him into a false sense of security, and then wrap your hand around his neck. the moment you squeeze, his face’ll go red and the blood goes rushing to his dick.
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
threesomes or sex with other people watching. although he might be an exhibitionist, he’s pretty hesitant when it comes to actually being that vulnerable for another person. there’s a fine line between the thrill of possibly doing it with other people and then the reality of actually doing it with other people and its a line that he most likely will not cross. after all, even though he’s more extroverted than he used to be, sex is still something you still had to coax him out of his shell for.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
giving (50%): he likes the ego boost that comes with making you cum with just his mouth and, since he keeps note of the kinds of things that really get you over the edge, he’s constantly getting better at it. likes fingering even more, though, so he’ll almost always have his fingers in your hole while he does it.
receiving (50%): loves getting blowjobs while he’s gaming and his headset mic is on (exhibitionist, cough cough). his favorite time to get oral is when you’ve got him tied to a chair and are taking your own sweet time, daring him to cum at the frustratingly slow pace you’re going.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
regardless of the scene, he goes relatively slow. likes savoring the moment and likes seeing your reactions to each of his individual movements even more so he wouldn’t like rushing things.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
honestly, not a fan of them. he gets really flustered after sex, like red-face-and-heavy-breathing-and-messy-hair kind of flustered, so he sucks at composing himself. the last thing he wants is for his stakeholders to realize he got the soul sucked out of him from the burning blush on his cheeks, therefore he like sex when he can take his time with it.
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
will be down to experiment if you’re clear about it. open communication is a big one for taking steps in sex because he’s not the best at reading people. so as long as you explain what exactly you want to do, sure, he’ll try it.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
not more than a couple rounds, but they will be excruciatingly long. he’ll make you cum multiple times before he takes care of himself just because he loves seeing your expression when you finish. but once he cums, there’s not much going to happen after that. baby burns out fast.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he loves ‘em and uses them at any given opportunity. he’s still a bit lazy, but does it really matter when he can just buy something to make you both feel good with minimal effort? after all, he has the money. kenma always has the latest ‘gadgets’; in fact, there’s an entire box of toys in his closet. his favorite would have to be the app-controlled vibrator—he loves using it on you as much as he loves you using it on him.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
as much as he likes making you cum, he likes seeing your face and hearing your noises more. so yes, he’s a teaser. he just loves how receptive you get when you’re begging him to touch you more, to fuck you faster, that he can’t help but drag things out longer than necessary. it’s really your fault that he does it, at least, that’s what he tells you.
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
loud, loud, LOUD. kenma whimpers and his moans usually get higher-pitched the closer he gets to his orgasm. when he’s busy focusing with you, though, all that’s pouring out of his mouth is absolute filth, talking about how sexy you look and how good you’re taking him. might degrade you here and there when he sees how easy it is for you to finish with him just using his fingers—he can’t help it.
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he has the money and the inability to take life too seriously, so yeah, he’s ordered a silicone mold of your genitalia, whether its your pussy or your cock. its embarrassingly useful when he goes on business trips and its the one thing he never forgets to pack (he forgot his passport once but you bet he had his custom sex toy tucked safely in his luggage like the crazy bastard he is). got you a dildo in the shape of his dick for your birthday so he wouldn’t feel as weird about it.
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
six and a half inches, slight curve to the left, and for lack of a better word, pretty. it sits prettily in your palm, has a pretty pink shade on the tip, and overall always leaves you satisfied. for what he can’t do with his cock, he has plenty of toys to compensate anyway.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
he was pretty conservative about it at first, but once you gave him a taste of his desires and some of your own, he was hooked. what started as taking out his frustrations after a particular bad game became compounded with rewards after a particularly good game, and now he thinks of sex as a good luck charm before he even turns on his pc. so yeah, you got a pretty needy guy on your hands.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he’s out almost immediately. he puts a lot of effort into fucking you well, and i mean, he doesn’t have the best stamina despite years of volleyball. basically the pleasure goes straight into his brain, electrifies his nerves for a solid couple hours, and then the moment he cums it all just shuts down. if you make him drink some monster you’ll probably be able to fix the circuit board and get him started up again.
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His Dark Materials, s3 / tv show review.
This is just my opinions on the final season of His Dark Materials. Pretty much spoiler free.
The end of His Dark Materials has always been a bit of a knotty and perhaps disjointed story in many ways, and people ether love it or hate it, because there is a lot going on in this final chapter of this massive story but somehow the story always comes to the end in a rather good, well-deserved way that is never overally sweet or nice without betraying the essence of what this story is like.
There's something about the feel of the final series that feels both heavy but hopeful and bittersweet at the same time. The story seems to take a slight detour from our main characters, Will and Lyra, and instead focus a lot on Lyra's parents and their whole war effort. It's a point of view that isn't seen as much in the books.
I think this works really well for the shows that they explore these characters in a much more complex, deeper way than they do in the books. It just works better in the world of the TV, as the story grows with each series and the story also gets to mature a bit more with the characters and it explains things more to the viewers at home.
There is a time when Will and Lyra almost feel like secondary characters in their own story, although their story is explored and told well enough when they story actually gets to them and to me that decision sort of makes sense in the narrative. They are after all, despite all the prophecies, only children and in many ways pawns in the adults' game of power, which is clearly shown here. But sometimes there is a little too much going on in each episode and the story lacks a bit more rhythm. It occasionally feels like there is just a little too much going on.
War, the tyranny of religion and its prejudices are themes that are all mixed together in a rather powerful way and the episodes manage to deliver that quite well although the story tends to stretch perhaps a little too far at times. The jump between different storylines was sometimes rather hasty and Pullman's themes may seem too direct in their approach at times. This shows has always seemed to have had a pacing problem and just told stuff a bit too hastily, but with this season I especially feel like the show is being rushed just so they can get it over will. But they still deliver on most things regarding the story.
His Dark Materials may not quite live up to the bookseries, but I still think it's a solid adaptation of one of my favorite stories. Some of the characters may not work the same, like this Lyra has never felt like the Lyra I read in the books, and some have been changed to adapt to tv, but I still feel like the essence of the story, the core of it all, has been delivered with this adaptation. It was never going to be very easy to adapt this story anyways. And the ending manages to touch me in a similar way as when I read the ending for the first time (and sobbed my little heart out). The ending is quite satisfying, both for fans of the books, and even those who have only enjoyed the story through the shows.
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"am I your lockscreen?" "you weren't supposed to see that!" for scooby doo
I have spent far too long working on this cause I wanted to get it just right and make sure it was still in character. Thank you for sending this prompt in because it’s so cute and I’m glad I got to write fraphne for it <3 Most likely takes place in movie canon but could also work for anything, idk I don’t have a set world here.
Scooby Doo (Fraphne) - Fluff + #12 “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
She's hanging half over the front seat of the Mystery Machine, the headrest jabbing into her stomach as she watches Shaggy, Scooby, and Velma setting up a picnic through the front windshield. (Well, it's mostly Velma doing all the work. She’s currently laying out a blanket in the grass and making sure Shaggy and Scooby don't eat the mountains of food they bought from the gas station they're stopped at.) Fred is to her left, his nose buried in the Mystery Machine’s manual as he sits behind the wheel. She knows that he’s practically memorized that thing at this point but it still amuses her how often he returns to it. As if it’s his favorite book. ...Actually, it very well may be.
“Enjoying that?” She asks, leaning over his shoulder and catching a glimpse of various diagrams.
He glances up at her and she catches a flash of blue. “Yeah! Did you know that the Mystery Machine has a solid front axle to achieve increased load-carrying capacity?”
“So that explains why it can carry all of us and Shaggy and Scooby after they’ve eaten their own weight in food.”
He laughs, the sweet sound causing her to smile. “Speaking of Shaggy and Scooby, we should probably join the rest of the gang. What time is it anyway?”
She shrugs in response as he reaches for his phone. Powering it on, the screen lights up, displaying the time in bright white numbers. But she’s more distracted by what’s under the numbers than what the time says.
A smirk pulls at her lips as she cocks her head. “Am I your lock screen?”
Eyes wide, he shoves the phone down onto the seat and tries to cover it with his hands. “You weren’t supposed to see that!”
Her smirk turns into a smile as warmth fills her chest. It wasn’t often that she made someone’s lockscreen and when she had been, it was either a group picture or one of her modeling photos. But this was Fred and it meant so much more from him.
He glances up and seems to notice her smile because his shoulders sag in defeat. “Okay, you are.”
He turns on the phone, holding it up for her to see. She remembers this day, but not him taking the photo. They had stopped at a town’s yearly fair to let loose and have some fun and had managed to play a few games-- and eat at half a dozen food vendors in the case of Shaggy and Scooby-- before the ghost of an old mayor-- whose real name was Bill, a guy who hated how the fair always increased the traffic near his house-- showed up and put an end to the festivities.
The picture was taken before the chaos, her, mid-action shot while trying to get a high score at skee ball. She can see Velma off to the side and can practically hear her explaining how each carnival game is rigged. In the background stand Shaggy and Scooby, several elephant ears stacked in their hands. But the focus of the shot is on her and that knowledge makes her heart pickup its’ pace.
“It was such a fun day-- remember how I built that amazing trap using the bounce house? And you won me that giant stuffed moose and you looked really pretty winning it...” He trails off, eyes never leaving the screen even as it goes dark.
She moves closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her lips to his cheek. “Freddie that is so sweet.”
“You don’t think it’s weird?”
She’s pretty sure she could get whiplash by how violently she shakes her head. “Not at all!” She pauses for a moment and then takes out her phone, turning on the screen to reveal a selfie of the two of them, the rest of the gang photobombing in the background. “Besides, you’re my lockscreen so now we’re even.”
He grins, the expression so infectious that it causes her to do the same. Though a second later they’re interrupted by a tapping on the glass. It’s Velma looking mildly annoyed and as Fred unrolls the window, she jabs a thumb in the direction of Shaggy and Scooby. “You two better get out here before all the food is gone.”
“Oh right, lunch,” Fred says, sliding out of the van. He pauses, turning around and offering her a hand as she climbs over the front seat. “Come on Daph, let’s eat.”
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