#i got a bit carried away lmao

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Imagine this:

Remember that post about someone breaking in and killing S/O? What if he also kills the kid too? He gets arrested but only gets two years because the judge doesn't care. Years later, skeleton goes to a convenience store and sees the guy there, and it's ON SIGHT. Can I have this for the main 12 please?

Undertale Sans - His eyelights disappear and he stays eyes in eyes with the murderer, completely still. Sans won't look away first. He may think he got away with what he did, but Sans will make sure to remind him that crime will never be forgotten. He'll ensure that look stays in his mind for his entire life. Because he knows what that man did. He knows. Sans is not violent, it's not in his nature to attack on sight, but he's definitely someone you don't want to have as an enemy. He's dead cold and the murderer can feel his judgment miles after they left.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus is in complete disbelief. He's struggling so hard to recover from all of this, this is not the right time for that man to show up. He goes straight to the man and reminds him coldly that he is not authorized to get near him and to leave immediately before he calls the police. As the man laughs at his face and says that no one will believe him anyway, Papyrus punches him so hard in the stomach that two of his ribs break on impact. He then asks him with an icy voice who will ever believe him if he goes to report this. The guy that lost everything or the murderer that is not respecting the law? Yeah, that's what he thought. The murderer leaves, cursing. Papyrus is a bit shaken after this, but he'll be fine. What else can he do anyway?

Underswap Sans - Blue is traumatized after what happened and is still on sick leave for his own good. It's not that he doesn't want to work, but when he does, he is out of control and can get aggressive really fast, especially with murderers. Obviously, seeing the murderer who killed his family awakens very bad memories. Blue tries to ignore him, he really tries to, but the more he tries to not think about him, the more angry he gets. Eventually, he snaps and goes to confront him, asking if he feels happy to be free despite what he did. The man immediately claims he's not guilty of murder and to leave him alone or he calls the cops. Blue instinctively puts a hand on his belt. That man is very, very lucky his gun was confiscated. Because he would have shot without hesitation. Blue is forced to snap out of it when he realizes what he was about to do. He's better than this. He's better than that guy. He turns his heels and leaves the shop. He needs to calm down before he does something he will regret.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey starts to hyperventilate. He can't breathe anymore. He can't, he can't, he can't... Everything turned kind of black and weird after that. He doesn't remember when he sat down, but he sat down since his service dog is now on his knees, as Honey is clinging to her with all he has. He starts to sob, badly triggered, and struggles to take his phone from his pocket. He calls Asgore and asks if he can come pick him up. He can't stay here. He can't do this. Honey is severely traumatised and even if he tried therapy, he could never heal fully from all of this. You don't heal from holding the body of your child in your arms. You just don't.

Underfell Sans - He's so angry he's shaking. Red was raised with the "an eye for an eye" doctrine. That man should be dead like his partner and his child. Red, however, knows better than to do that in a public place. He simply calls out the murderer out loud, asking everyone around to look at the man who killed his S/O and his child, walking freely in the open because human justice doesn't give a shit about monsters. Red tells them all that this man can enter your house and kill your entire family for all he knows because apparently it's not that important in the eyes of the law. As he keeps talking, more and more people start to get angry at the man, and eventually, the crowd drags him outside and they all start to beat him up. Red stares from a safe distance, secretly hoping he's going to be severely injured or die. That's too late to flee anyway. Red is not letting him go. While he's getting beaten up, Red tells Edge he finally finds him and to start the plan. Before the end of the week, the murderer is dead and no one will ever find the body.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge was not only a victim, but the attorney of his own family after they got murdered. He did all he could to have that man sent to prison for a very long time, but the judge was clearly not happy a monster managed to get this high in the hierarchy of the tribunal. He got humiliated and the criminal got away only because that judge didn't do his job. Every bone in his body wants to crush the man in front of him, but he knows it won't help his case. He already asked for that guy to be sent back in front of another judge. He worked already very hard to gain justice for his S/O and his child. He can't kill that man, it would just ruin all the hard work he did so far. Maybe he really changed after all. Well, he still discreetly sticks a GPS capsule inside the murderer's car to find him if he changes his mind and wants to kill him after all. You never know.

Horrortale Sans - He goes entirely stiff. He has a bad memory, but he could never forget that face. Oak had a long recovery after the murders, and he's still not entirely himself. Willow sent him to go get groceries to take a break from his dark thoughts, ironically. He twitches and actually tries to struggle against the desperate need to avenge his family. It doesn't work. As the man dares to turn his back, not noticing him, Oak lunges at him and rips off its carotide with his teeth. He then grabs a can of food and smashes his skull until there's nothing left. As the customers are all freaking out, Oak runs away and comes back to the farm. By the time he gets there, he completely forgets what he did, he is too stressed for that, and doesn't understand why he's covered in blood. He only learns with his brother, watching TV that night, what he did. Let's just say now he's not the only one freaking out. Willow, Toriel, Grillby, the entire MONSTERKIND is coming at his door asking what the hell happened. And the police, eventually. Willow managed to push them away for now, using his disability as an excuse, but he doesn't know for how long it will work and it scares him.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow ignores him. He's the last person he wants to talk to. He has enough problems, he doesn't want to deal with one more. What's done is done. He tried to ask for justice, that didn't work. His therapist told him to focus on what he has right now instead of relying on the things he lost. He is still not sure he can do that, but he really wants to give it a try. He wants Undyne, his S/O, and his child to leave him alone at night. He doesn't want to add another figure to his nightmares. As long as the man doesn't interact with him, he won't interact.

Swapfell Sans - Nox smiles at him. The man smiles back. Nox takes his gun and shoots him right between the eyes. Since human justice didn't do its job, he took care of it the only way he learned to do it. What are the police going to do anyway? Arrest him? He's like the most protected person of his people, being the direct heir to the Queen. The humans could never risk the peace by sending him to jail. See the irony? He did the exact same thing the court did. He decided for them. He's not going to cry that guy. Nox is finally at peace, knowing his family had been avenged and he can finally start the process to move on and mourn them. He couldn't live with the idea that man survived when they didn't.

Swapfell Papyrus - He stares silently, disgusted. He didn't know that guy was already out of jail. This is so unfair, it's revolting him. Unfortunately, Rus can't do anything about it. He's already on thin ice with the cops because he's definitely not a saint. Even if he's dreaming of exploding his face, he can't. ... Well. Almost nothing. He "accidentally" pushes the guy, steals his car keys in his pocket, steals his car, and then sends it flying into the nearest river. Oops. That happened. He doesn't regret anything. Oh, and of course, he tells Nox where he saw the guy. Nox is a lot more protected than he is. And he is definitely upset and angry about the loss of his niece/nephew. Not two days later, the guy joins his car at the bottom of the river with a big rock.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine smiles at the guy and casually tells them that they are going to die today and to get ready with the idea. Of course, Wine won't kill them in the middle of the supermarket, no. He's going to follow the murderer for hours and hours. He's going to scare him to the point of pissing himself like he terrified his family. There's no rest. Wherever he's looking, Wine is there, creeping and smiling at him. As the man tries to run to the police station at the end of the day, Wine suddenly drags him into an alley. He's going to torture him for hours and hours until the murderer bleeds out in agony. Wine burns the body so there's nothing left to give back to the family. That was only a matter of time anyway, that would have ended like this at one point. He warned the murderer as he lost in court. If he ever sees him again, nothing will protect him from his anger. He could have been safe in prison for a very long time, but he didn't listen. Now cry.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee immediately hides, panicking. He doesn't want to confront that guy on his own. He's terrified and traumatized, and now places he thought were safe are not anymore. He's on the verge of a breakdown and it gets even worse as the guy comes and asks how is his S/O doing. That's way too much for Coffee who starts to tremble, doing all he can to not look his way and cry. He grabs his phone, and as the man is still talking to him, he calls Wine for help. Well, let's just say that guy never expected to see Wine suddenly appear between the two of them. Wine grabs the man by the collar and throws him against the wall. Coffee doesn't see what's happening next. Now that his big brother is here, he has a panic attack and breaks down completely. The next thing he remembers, he's back in the car with a blanket on his shoulders, Wine is driving, covered in blood, and they're going home. Wine tells him that man will never bother him again. Coffee is so relieved he breaks down a second time. He could never forget the day he saw his S/O in the kitchen, gasping in agony as they passed in his arms, or the vision of his baby next to her, but the thought that it's finally over is relieving. He just wants to go home and take a nap. As he hesitates to go to sleep, Wine promises him he's watching over him and that he's safe. Coffee thanks him silently.

[dr4kann]

so new oc yippee (ft. a new style again cause i wanted to try smth new and a new watermark just cause)

dont have a name for her just yet, but shes a Night-Ice hybrid and likes shiny things ig

[unsung-idiot]

always watching 👁️🦋

[gen-toon]

[nautls11]

gillion and the tidestriders but make it a 90s metal band logo

[ssongsboo]

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⟢ 내게 다가와, 다가와 .ᐟ

the dim light flickered in the cramped bathroom at the club, casting shadows that danced along the walls. the loud music from outside blasting in your ears.

gunwook leaned against the sink, a wicked grin plastered on his face, the signature white face paint accentuating the mischief in his eyes. his dark hair was slicked back, and he wore a crisp white button-up, the collar sharp and stark against his painted skin. a loosely knotted tie hung around his neck, the deep purple contrasting his tan skin perfectly. there was something intoxicating about the way he embodied the joker- dangerous, unpredictable, and irresistibly charming. you tried to play it cool, but the flutter in your stomach betrayed you. you stepped into the frame of the mirror, admiring the matching costumes, a playful grin adorning your face. he couldn’t help but stare at your reflection, so pretty and all dolled up- just for him. he saw the looks you gave him throughout the evening. of course he did. the effect his unfamiliar look had on you could never go unnoticed by him.

"come on, you know you want to," he teased, stepping closer, his fingers dancing over your barely clothed waist. you smirked, pulling him in by the tie, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the playful tension between you two. "who said we can't have a little fun?" he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. his voice is low and seductive, the hint of danger in his tone sends shivers down your spine. in one swift motion he spun you around, pinning you against the cool tiles, your laughter filling the space.

"just a quickie, right?" you murmured, eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "right," he breathed, leaning down to capture your lips, the world outside fading as you got lost in the moment. your kisses ignited a fire, a chaotic dance of lips and laughter. gunwook’s hands roamed, exploring the curve of your hips, pulling you closer as you tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. the thrill of being caught only heightened your passion. you giggled against his mouth, the sound breaking the tension in the air, a playful reminder of the situation you were currently in. "let’s make it a little longer," you suggested, eyes glossy with lust as you nipped at his lower lip. gunwook raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge lighting up his features. "oh? you’re feeling daring tonight?" he teased, leaning back to gaze at you, the flush on your cheeks a perfect reflection of your shared excitement.

"always," you replied with a wink, heart racing as the door rattled slightly with the distant sound of footsteps outside. with one swift motion gunwook lifted you, pinning your back against the cool tiles once more. your laughter mingled with breathless whispers as you surrendered to the undeniable tension that sparked between you. he captured your lips in a kiss once more, time seeming to have come to a halt. the kiss deepened, a wild clash of lips and breath that ignited the air around you. gunwook’s hands roamed freely, one tangling in your vibrant hair while the other found its way to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. the cool tiles were a stark contrast to the heat radiating between you two. your heart raced as gunwook’s lips moved against yours with an intoxicating urgency, his mouth curving into a wicked smile even as he kissed you. you could taste the thrill of danger in every brush of his tongue- his attitude and demeanor made you so incredibly needy you curiously started grinding your hips against his growing bulge. he groaned into your mouth, sending sparks racing through your veins. “stop baby, you’re gonna get us caught.” he whimpers against your lips, reminding you of the ongoing party outside that door once again "god, we’re in trouble," you murmured breathlessly between kisses, your words barely breaking the rhythm of his tongue against yours.

"and you love it," he shot back, his voice low and teasing, his eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and madness. he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, suggesting to continue this in a more private space.

[yujinsmom]

zb1 imagines!

random texts with him that involve other members

-hyung line

[robotsandjunk]

So sorry this has taken me forever to answer

Ok so Shockwave does in someways see his assistant bot as a pet, not in too much of a degrading fashion but more of a ‘this is mine’ kind of way. He prefers to be the one to handle their maintenance and for them to with him for as much of their day as possible, that sort of thing. He likes them attentive and obedient

He enjoys having a pet that knows tricks, things like knowing the exact ways to move their callipers, being able to swallow his spike in one go, and holding off their overload until Shockwaves done being spiked. Usually he’ll start his sessions with his assistant by ordering them to put their collar on (he gets a power trip out of them doing it themself, he’s got a thing for eagerness) and to get into which ever position he’s picked for that day.

He’s a lot more generous with praise when he’s doing pet play, he likes calling his assistant pet so it comes out just a little bit more affectionate than his usual tone, and he’ll usually reward good work

Shockwaves slight oral fixation also tends to come into play when engaging in pet play, he like having his little assistant chew on things whilst he holds their jaw just so he can feel how it moves or have them beg with their mouth open whilst he feels along their tongue

[skyafied]

if you are still taking requests, could you draw heavy surrounded birds like a disney princes and medic looking lovingly from the distance

Hey anon how does it feel to have an absolutely massive brain, like just ginormous

[lokiiied]

okay since roy wasn't in the locker room when the entire team clocked jamie as gay so I thought like what if roy knows he has a crush on jamie but thinks it's never gonna happen because he is 100% sure jamie is straight because he slept with so many women over the years oblivious about the fact that everyone clocks jamie as gay and then pining happens

no i don’t think you understand anon this is driving me INSANE. cuz obviously roy needed to be the one to go and talk to isaac since he’s the one who made him captain and they both have a tendency to let their anger build up etc. it was a really important moment.

but also interesting how they were the two people who, in that moment, we most wanted to be in the locker room.

obviously isaac, being colin’s best friend, who wasn’t there when he came out to the entire team.

and then roy, who, i am convinced if he was in the room jamie would have totally played up his reaction to the team clocking him as queer wayy more for roy. like, yjk he would have made direct eye contact with roy and back to the team with his hand to his heart like, “oh boys, i’m flattered…feels good to be seen.” and then done a subtle wink at roy or smth.

and can you imagine roy’s reaction to that?? he’d go all red and excuse himself to the boot room and after a couple minutes jamie’d come in n be like “hey?” and roy’d turn around furious and say “what the fuck was that?” and jamie, all tease would ask, “what was what?” and roy’d say, “you know what. just now. you winking at me and shit in front of everyone. it was fucking embarassing—” and jamie’d take a step forward, “why? you flirt with me in front of everyone all the time—” and roy’d scoff and say, “flirt? i don’t flirt with you, jamie. i’m your coach. that would be completely—” and jamie’d close the gap and cautiously bring his hands to roy’s shoulders, “roy, mate…calm down” and first roy would growl and then he’d take a breath, holding eye contact with jamie and exhale. jamie’d lower his hands and tuck them under his shirt like he does and take a small step back.

“i weren’t flirting…exactleh. i mean…unless you wanted it to be. i just…wanted you to know that i’m not straight either.” and roy’s expression would soften and he’d swallow his misdirected anger in exchange for nervous inquiry. “why?” and jamie’d look down at his shifting feet and shrug, “dunno. just thought you might wanna know.” then he’d look back up to meet roy’s eyes, searching them for some sort of signal as to how he felt about that answer…before remembering it was only half time. “uh, right then. i should probableh…” he’d point towards the door and pull roy back into reality with him. the pitch and the players and fans awaiting them outside. “right” would be all he could manage to get past his tongue. and jamie’d nod, “coach.” and pivot towards the door, his glance lingering for a moment past the shelves adjacent to roy. “william” he’d address the space before leaving roy standing there suddenly aware of the remaining presence.

“fuuuck.”

“i heard nothing” will promised, hands up in surrender. and roy growled just as a finger tapped at the window. he turned to see ted giving him a face as if asking, everything okay in there? and roy gave him a nod as if to answer, be out in a sec. but just as his hand was on door he heard a theatric throat clearing from behind. “fucks sake.” he turned to face the kitman.

“i know it’s absolutely none of my business—”

“this had better be the most fucking insightful shit i’ve ever heard in my fucking life kitman, or i swear to god you’ll have to to legally change your last name to i-couldn’t-keep-my-mouth-shut-when-professionally-appropriate-so-i-had-to-move-back-in-with-my-mum.”

will swallowed, eyes wide, and nodded. “um right then. okay, well…i think the worst thing you can do to yourself to is to…limit…or—” roy raised his eyebrows. “uh, confine ourselves to labels and boxes that we - or society - have put us in. i think it’s the most wonderful thing to see yourself opening up to new possibilities…to let go of binaries and stop restricting yourself - and others - from the fluidity of life’s experiences.” another, much more modest throat clear.

and roy would “hm” before leaving the boot room and taking his place on the pitch next to ted, opposite of beard. both turning their heads to roy, eyebrows raised, and roy giving a curt nod, which they mirrored before all three returning their attention to the game.

but roy’s head was not in the game. it wouldn’t be there tonight as he’d lie in bed trying to fall asleep. and it definitely wouldn’t be there tomorrow at 4am.

—

just so you all know…this was the writing i lost last night when my tumblr refreshed without wifi and apparently hadn’t saved any of it lol.

but luckily i am high rn and was able to remember almost word for word what i’d written so here you go.

[clownswithshoes]

My design for shockwave for my imaginary fan continuity :3

[dandyshucks]

GUESS WHO GOT ACCEPTED ONTO WELFARE THIS MORNING YAYYYYY

and my counsellor said she's going to get me onto a waitlist for low-income housing in town and i'll have priority over non-indigenous folks bc of my Metis status LETS FUCKING GOOOOO HUGE WIN

i am hoping to come back here relatively soon, but also we're entering the holiday season which is Rough for me so ,,, we shall see LOL. theres my update though! i hope everyones doing okay :]

[tarastabz]

"I want to be in your life, but only as much as you want me to be" "i want you to be!"

I just know pookster got scared for a second and thought sam was going to leave her again.

Also i think it's so interesting to see how Tara tries to push sam away all throughout scream vi, but then the moment sam is "letting her go", she goes back to her and holds her even tighter.

Imagine Tara trying to push sam's boundaries because she wanted to prove herself that she was the problem and that sam would've left again because tara was too much.

But then she sees that sam is not letting her go, not even a little bit, because she is the one person that really cares and loves her. She won't give up on her that easily. Even because, i believe that sam understands tara more than tara understands herself, and she knows what she's doing. She's not going to let tara use this self-destructive mechanism.

[good-beanswrites]

Fe Aspec Week Day 4: Acceptance

This week on I Accidentally Made Myself Sad With My Own Angst :( As much as I know Forsyth would be the most accepting person in all of Valentia, I think his own insecurities/mindset would cause a bit of tension during his childhood with Python. It has a happy ending but I wanted to explore just a bit of that first...

“Python!” 

Forsyth’s tiny hands trembled, clutching the gift that he’d bought with his very own money. His father didn't need to know.

Python scrambled down the big oak tree to meet him. He tugged at the dress his father probably made him wear for the holiday. His hair had already come loose from it's braid, likely caught on the twigs and leaves of the tree. Forsyth waited anxiously at it's base for him to come down.

When he arrived, Forsyth shoved the box forward. He startled both of them with the force of it.

“I – I – I have this. For you. Will you – I mean – I would –” Forsyth’s cheeks burned red. It was clear what he was asking. There would be no other reason you’d give someone a perfectly wrapped package of sweets on the Day of Devotion unless you were asking them the question.

Python looked down at it. The two had been friends for so long, it took only a second for Forsyth to understand exactly what it meant. 

“Oh…” He felt his stomach twist up in a knot. His throat started to constrict. “I know Father doesn’t like you, but he doesn’t much like anyone. S-so we can make it work!”

“Fors…”

“We could keep it a secret!” Then, in desperation, “we could – we could run away together!”

“Fors!” Python whined. “C’mon, you know we’re too young for that!” With one hand he took the chocolates, and the other took Forsyth's arm. “We’re supposed to be climbing trees and playing pranks on Teacher – not doing gushy grown-up love stuff.”

Forsyth bit his lip. He didn’t think it was gushy at all. He didn’t trust his voice to speak; with one word he may just start bawling right here. The last thing he needed was to be scolded for being so emotional. 

Python beamed as if he hadn’t just shattered Forsyth’s heart into a million pieces. “Let’s just take it slow, okay? We’ll have plenty of time for all that when we’re older, okay?”

He coaxed a small nod from Forsyth.

“Speaking of! I heard Teach left the schoolhouse window open – have I got the perfect plan! We’ll share the chocolates after, okay? You’re my best friend, we should split them.”

I don’t want to split them. Forsyth let himself be tugged along. I wanted to give them all to you. To give everything to you.

He grit his teeth as they ran. He wasn’t the type to accept defeat after a small setback like this. So, Python wasn’t ready. That was fine. One day he would be. And Forsyth would be there. It was like every book he’d read: the steadfast knight would get the beautiful lover, if he was just patient enough.

He said a quick prayer to Mila, that one day they’d stop being friends, and true love would win out.

—

“Python!”

Forsyth’s hands trembled, his fists balled up in fury. 

“I am sick and tired of this.”

“Oh you’re tired of this? Then quit fucking confessing every single year. Every year it’s the same speech, and the same shitty plan to run away together. We’re not in some fairy tale, Fors. Just give it up.” Python moved to take a sip from his drink, turning his back. Though they’d both come of age, it wasn’t ale. Though it wasn’t ale, they both spoke as loudly as if they’d each had a barrel to drink. It was a good thing Python’s father was out all night; there was no one in the tiny house to hear them argue.

Forsyth grabbed the cup away before he could take a sip. It earned him a hard look, but a direct one. “I’m not tired of confessing, I’m tired of this type of disrespect!” He placed the drink down a foot away. “You can’t just be honest with me and tell me why I’m not good enough for you – it’s infuriating!”

“I am honest. I’ve told you, this has nothing to do with you. It’s me who–”

“Oh-ho, don’t give me that tired cliche! Every year, it’s another cryptic excuse, another roundabout lie!” He flung his hands in wild gestures, his voice pitching. “You say you’re not ready for commitment, yet you spend every day with me regardless. You say you would make a terrible housemate, yet you stay over at my home for weeks at a time. You say you’re not ready to be with someone, yet I catch word that you shared a bed with the innkeeper!”

“What, you jealous or something?”

“That is exactly what I am. And how dare you act like I’m the crazy one for it!” Tears threatened his eyes, but he pushed through. “I have been by your side your entire life, looking out for you, caring for you, giving all of myself over to you! And here you are, laughing in the face of my love! Like - like it’s another one of your jokes!

“Oh, you're jealous, huh? So is that why you do it? You do all that for me just to get laid at the end of the day? Well if you’d said that sooner, I would have happily –”

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“Then what do you mean?”

“It doesn’t make any damned sense, Python!”

“It does, if you would just pipe down and listen when I –”

“Pipe down?” 

“Yeah! If you’d let me finish a damned sentence this will all make sense!”

“Fine then, go ahead and finish – give me one good reason why you don’t want to be with me!”

“When you’re acting like this I could give you a hundred!” Python swatted his cup away, spilling the drink all over the floor. He stormed out of the room.

A heavy silence fell over the house. Forsyth gathered his things. He left. He finally let his tears fall.

It was simple, he decided. All he needed to do was accept the fact that this relationship was going nowhere. Python didn't love him, and he'd just need to imagine whatever reasons he could. They should simply end things before they got any more hurt. 

End our friendship...

He cried through the night, unable to even muster a word to Mila. 

—

“Python!”

Forsyth’s hand was steady as it took the man’s shoulder. The pair locked eyes. 

“Run away with me.”

The wind rustled the leaves overhead. Usually the area was bustling with chaos as the new building was erected, but Python was the only one to stay back today. Forsyth would have teased him for the irony, if it hadn’t presented him with the perfect opportunity to ask his question.

Python rolled his eyes. “Har-har. I thought today was Day of Devotion, not Flostym Fools'…”

“Huh?” Forsyth’s expression flashed with confusion, then horror. “O-oh! Not like that, of course! Oh gods, I meant… the Deliverance.”

He spread his hands. “It’s clear we’ll never get the approval we seek to join. So I propose we do it in secret. Everyone will be distracted by the village festivities tonight. If we don’t come home right away, everyone will assume it’s for… the festivities. It will give us a reasonable head start. We won’t need to worry about them catching up to us by the time they finally realize we’ve gone.”

He looked eagerly to Python. 

“Heh, using all the hype around love to make our escape... you’re a true ally after all, Fors!”

Forsyth’s look soured. “L-listen. I swear, I would never ask you that again. I mean, we got over that years ago. I nearly lost you to that argument, and I shall never make the same mistake again. I know how much pain I put you through, and I would never dream of –”

“Hey. I know. You had a lot on your mind, then.” He let out a loud sigh. “Which is why I’m gonna come along with you. Somebody’s gotta help you find that special someone, right?”

“Do you mean it? Wait, what is that supposed to mean?”

With a hearty laugh, Python pulled him into a hug. Forsyth held him close. Reality may not follow a path like the perfect little fairy tales he read as a child, but that made it no less perfect.

“So… that’s a yes?”

Python leaned back so he could study his face. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”

“W-were you not?”

“Eh, I’m not serious about anything…” He offered his hand. “But I’m in. I’m always in.”

Forsyth accepted it, clasping it within both of his. He found himself too choked up for words, though he didn’t care if anyone saw him cry. He wiped tears from his cheeks and smiled at Python’s kindhearted teasing.

He thanked the gods that they would never stop being friends.

[gorekissed]

@flybcll said: ❛ let me handle it, just go! ❜ | accepting

The word 'dire' felt like a flimsy cloth attempting to cover a gaping abyss. Their situation wasn't merely bad; it was a cataclysm of misfortune, a slow-motion train wreck they were helplessly strapped into. As much as Sayuri fiercely refused to acknowledge it even in the deepest recesses of her mind, they were not only outnumbered... they were outclassed, too. Their enemies moved with a brutal precision, a practiced lethality that spoke of years of honed skill and merciless intent.

The cruel irony twisted in her gut like a poisoned blade. This day, once dawned with such promise, now mocked her with the stark contrast of the present chaos. A humorless laugh, a dry, brittle sound tinged with bitter resentment, threatened to escape her lips. It was a cruel jest of fate, indeed. She had allowed herself to nurture a sliver of hope - a costly error in judgment that she now seemed to pay for.

Kai's declaration, a desperate plea disguised as a command, reverberated in her ears. Was he planning a futile attempt at diplomacy, trying to negotiate peace? Or was he preparing to meet them head-on? The question hung heavy, unanswered, as her gaze locked onto his form. She observed the unwavering determination etched onto his face, a mask of resolution that concealed, she suspected, a deep-seated concern. The muscles in his shoulders seemed taut, coiled springs ready to unleash.

A primordial instinct, a deeply ingrained survival mechanism honed through countless skirmishes and near-death escapes, screamed at her to listen and flee. ( Run. ), it whispered, a chilling command echoing in her bones. ( Seize this opportunity. Survive. You’ve seen your fair share of death. This is the logical choice, the path that guarantees your survival. )

It was the pragmatic choice, dictated by the cold, calculating reasoning that had always been her shield in dangerous predicaments - a retreat to live another day.

And yet… her feet remained inexplicably glued to the earth, as if held by unseen chains of loyalty. It was a choice that defied all logic, and she internally cursed her own sentimentality, the unexpected surge of emotion clouding her usually clear judgment.

"I’m not leaving you to play the hero. You'll have to find another chance to act all noble on me," she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended, but the faint tremor lacing her words betrayed the tumultuous emotions that clawed within her chest. Despite her bravado, a fragile vulnerability seeped through her carefully constructed façade.

[wishing-stones]

how do you write for the guys? do you have specific ways you write for them or rules?

Yeah actually I have several things I keep in mind while writing them

When I write dialogue for Killer, I bear in mind that he's the quickest to act-- whether this is a reaction to something said, or actually doing something, he's almost always the first one to comment. He's also pushy, casual, and tends to order rather than ask. He speaks in proper case and with modern turns of phrase and slang. He's good with backhanded compliments and if that doesn't cut it, straight-up insults. He's also very sarcastic and throws quips and witticisms around freely.

Dust always speaks in lowercase and occasionally drops 'g's on the ends of words. He's quiet, so he doesn't get as much dialogue as the other do unless he's giving exposition, which he does from time to time. He's scarily observant, and doesn't miss anything. Sometimes he comments on it, sometimes he doesn't. He might even comment on it later.

When doing Axe's dialogue, I tend to make him contract words and not enunciate as clearly. He drops letters or has different words he uses (yer instead of your) to get the kind of gruff, deep rolling voice I have in mind conveyed properly. He's smart, too, but he's good at playing to those who would underestimate him for the head injury. That does affect his speech patterns, too. He'd sound a lot like Dust, otherwise. He also speaks in lowercase.

Cross is probably the one I'll have the hardest time answering this for. He's pretty upstanding and wasn't ever lazy, so he speaks in proper case. He's kind of similar to Killer in that he throws around modern slang and turns of phrase, but not as often. He's fairly reserved in what he says unless he's comfortable with the person he's talking to. He drops letters on occasion, but it's usually if he's not in his usual composure.

Baggs is the smartest person in the room at any given time. He knows it, too. (Or at least, he thinks he is and he's not usually wrong about it.) He speaks with proper case and lots of dictionary words. He doesn't tend to dumb down what he says unless someone asks for it in simpler terms ('English, Doc?') at which point he'll reiterate in easier terms to understand. He alternates between using contractions and not; if he's speaking quickly or around people he's comfortable with, he'll use them a little more readily. If not, he tends to use the extended forms (do not vs don't, cannot vs can't, etc.) OR if he's gotten wrapped up in some lecture or another while he's explaining things. He liberally abuses pet names, too, but the sweeter they are, the more likely it is that he likes the person he's referring to.

Nightmare almost never uses contractions. If he does, they tend to still sound very proper. ('I'll not, I've a(n),' etc.) He will use them if he needs to speak quickly, or if he's under great duress-- instances where he drops the propriety and becomes no-nonsense. He also uses large words, and his speech patterns are very antiquated. He tends to wax on about things before getting to the point of what he's saying, too, so sometimes I have characters call him out on that to make him stop. He picks his words carefully, and almost always says what he means. He also very rarely curses. (Damn is the most common).

And, just for kicks, the others;

Dream, similar to his brother, speaks in a pretty antiquated way, but he isn't afraid of using contractions. He doesn't do it all the time, but he isn't allergic to sounding slightly more casual (which... he's teased Nightmare about in the past). He also swears. He knows the impact of a well-timed F-bomb, and subverts other's expectations of him often. He takes great pride in doing so, actually. He is annoyingly observant and tends to skirt issues and doesn't speak plainly unless whatever the topic is deserves bluntness. He often leaves verbal breadcrumbs, cryptic comments, and noncommittal responses if he wants someone to come to their own conclusion.

Ink is incredibly casual in his speech patterns and use of colloquial phrases and slang. He speaks quickly, and if he's not putting up a front for whoever he's talking to, is annoyingly smart and accurate. He doesn't beat around the bush like Dream does and places value in being upfront. (Unless he's actively lying, which is hard to pick out anyhow because if he is, he just doesn't talk about it). He doesn't tend to think about things before he says them, which leads to trouble sometimes... but it's usually harmless. He doesn't insult unless it's petty. He speaks in proper case.

Blue speaks in uppercase, unless he's in an enclosed area (indoors, usually) where he switches to proper case for his 'indoor voice'. While not yelling, he is naturally loud. He speaks pretty casually, but is careful about what he says. He doesn't like being mean or hurting feelings, but... it doesn't mean he's incapable of it. He is just as sharp as any of the others and, similar to Dream and Axe, plays off of other's expectations of him being nothing more than an excitable recruit in over his head.

Error... is difficult. I hear his voice when I type his dialogue, so I place em-dases wherever I hear it skipping. He tends to skip more if he's under stress, angry, excited, or otherwise feeling a big emotion. I've typed his dialogue in zalgo text in the past, but I feel like using dashes is much better for readability and conveying to readers where I hear the skips. As for how he talks, he's pretty casual, swears often, tends to use shorter words (so he doesn't garble them) and doesn't... really use a lot of slang. He knows it, but he doesn't often use it. He speaks in proper case.