#i have not slept a wink.

[tippedarrows]

Mr. C is a clingy man! With willing to hear about ur AU! :D

I have my own strange and not so lil AU, so it's always nice to see what AU other people creates, especially when they're working not alone on it! If you're gonna ramble about it, I'm definitely reading!<3

Also here's lil question for it to be an ask: who's ur favourite character from Old and New Order? I'm curious.

- Mr. C

I'm

speechless I'm screaming I'm so happy right now what . oh my goddg3fvvvv

Okay well,, if you're interested..... Uh..... me and my fiance @mrballpit have an au where the admins have kids - well, like... Petra is Romeo's daughter, Aiden is Xara's, and Lukas is Fred's... that's the basic plot and we're currently thinking on rewriting it from the base idea we had!

Essentially, Lukas was made first because Fred wanted to watch life grow. He wanted to be a father! Romeo, however, made Petra purely to copy Fred. Petra was raised as a weapon, someone who would never betray Romeo and would be the perfect person to help in the end. In retaliation, Xara made Aiden - but Aiden was kept a complete secret from Romeo, and even Fred. Until he was 10! Romeo NEVER got to know who he really was, but we're gonna work on that

Romeo was Lukas' monster under the bed until he had to watch in real time him.. errmmm.. murder his dad brutally? Yeah, that!

Aiden's got such an intense complex it needs it's own dedicated post.

And Petra, in that fight between the admins, accidentally ropes her friends in cuz she wants to help? And .. uh.. Romeo throws Aiden off the watch tower where Fred died cuz he has no idea who the kid is, and Xara goes after him, effectively forcing her to chose her son over her best friend.

When xara is put away in the institute, Aiden thinks she's dead, and Xara thinks AIDEN is dead because she told him to just run.

Petra, though.. poor girl was forced to fight Lukas - who did actually swing at her because like YOU DIDNT TELL HIM YOUR DAD WAS ROMEO !!! THAT WAS KEPT A SECRET THIS WHOLE TIME CUZ SHE WASNT PROUD! Did I also mention that Petra was sent to spy on Lukas, but found Aiden instead, and kept Aiden a secret from her dad?

That.. forces Petra to side with her dad. She pushes Lukas off the roof after slipping a water bucket into his hands. Her dad's like woohoo! You did it, you killed him!! Come now I can give you that gift I promised you since you were like 4 my pretty little princess!

BOOM. ADMIN POWERS. Petra hates it. They bedrock and the new world starts, petra is basically the reason all the new update stuff happens. They create the old builders together (Soren being one, hes a small part in this). Then Petra makes Jack to impress her dad cuz her dad is just like . Have fun! Bye! She ends up getting attached to Jack, and made him with the intent of him being a champion. That matters.

Then her dad's like surprise. Gauntlet. I'm going to kill his friends! Jack retires. Petra is horrified, as Jack was her last hope.

So, in retaliation, she creates Jesse. A hero. He'll take her dad down once and for all. Heavily implied Jesstra, also.

romeo will fail to reconnect with his daughter post protocol .... she hates him

as for your ask, kind sir.....

Jesse is my favorite of the new order! As of the old order, I LOVEEEE SORENNN SO MUCH!!! Yk kooky ..... Jesse my loveeeee my boyfriend!!!!

[kaleidoru]

sealed emotions

[radiance1]

I for the life of me cannot find my og post but I shall take the concept and what I remember from it and make this one. So, snippets from that one au inspired by the Kwami from Miraculous Ladybug.

For context, Danny and Vlad are trapped in a necklace and bracelet (iirc) and are both just miniature versions of themselves, an eastern dragon and phoenix respectively.

===

Vlad, standing on Lex Luthor's desk with his head raised and a haughty look in his eyes: If you, a mere human, wishes to use my power, you will have to prove yourself worthy of the barest dregs of its embers-

Lex Luthor: No.

Lex Luthor taps his bracelet and Vlad gets sucked back in, finally leaving Lex's office blissfully silent.

Meanwhile, in another city:

Danny, currently flying near Tim's head as he takes up a camera: Hey, hey kid. Wanna use my power?

Tim, currently checking over his camera: Would it help me keep up with Batman and Robin more easily?

Danny, blinking as he questions what the hell is a Batman and Robin in this context: Yes...?

Tim: Deal.

Danny, blinking once again as he thought 'Huh, well that was easy'.

===

Lex Luthor, currently in an elevator minding his own business on his way to a shareholder meeting:

Vlad: Luthor.

Lex Luthor: What is it now.

Vlad: We need to go somewhere.

Lex Luthor, raises eyebrow: And that somewhere is?

Vlad: No time to explain but we need to go.

Lex Luthor, questioning how he ended up in this situation: You are aware I have an important shareholder meeting, yes?

Vlad: I know, and I don't care, you can always reschedule those things, but this is more important than that.

Lex Luthor: What could possibly be more important in your eyes?

Vlad, voice barely above a whisper: The Packers.

Lex Luthor:

Lex Luthor: No.

Vlad: You will not deny me this, I have been deprived of them for hundreds of years and I will not be denied the chance to watch them once again.

Lex Luthor: You say hundreds as they haven't been around for a century.

Vlad: Interdimensional time hijinks, not something someone like you would understand but that is besides the point. You will take me to the Packers game currently happening right this instant.

Lex Luthor, fixing his tie: I certainly have no incentive to do so.

Vlad: I will give you a portion of my power if you take me.

Lex Luthor:

Vlad:

Elevator:

Lex Luthor: Truly, a tempting offer-

Elevator: Opens

Lex Luthor, walking through the doors while tapping on his bracelet: -But no.

Meanwhile, in another city:

Danny: Kid, boy, child.

Tim: My name is Tim.

Danny: Right, yea, Tim, Tim, Tim, Tim.

Tim, currently standing on the counter as he looked through the cupboard: Yea?

Danny: I saw an observatory while you were out looking for those Batman and Robin dudes.

Tim, taking out some ingredients and checking to see if they're still good: Go on.

Danny: Take me.

Tim: Sure.

Danny, flying loops in the air: Yes!

Tim: But after I finish cooking.

Danny:

Danny: Can't you just buy something on the way?

Tim: Yea but if I do these will go bad.

Danny: Fair.

===

[ieropilled]

i live here

[hydn-jpg]

i just read all the current chapters of id2 and i. i need to lie down

[madamewalburga]

*screams into oblivion* JILYPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD

[maya-tl]

Hm?... maybe something about Medic trying to find the right time to propose to Spy but ended finding Spy was also planning the perfect proposal moment. Cuz that might be a good fanfic?

(sorry to bother you, it's also my first time to ask someone with sheer confidence— )

They had talked of marriage before.

They had talked, oh yes, but they had been new and fragile then, a bloom waiting for either the right rains to make it blossom or the right drought to make it wither. The topic of marriage had been a simple conversation starter, something to keep them awake through the night when sleep didn’t matter.

Medic had been married before. An arranged thing, something his parents had agreed to in his stead—she had been too tame, too traditional for him, and he too wild, too sharp, too different, too much for her. It had been a bitter and miserable affair, a laughable attempt at normalcy, and in the end the only thing they had ever agreed on was that they weren’t for each other.

Spy’s story was a different one. He had loved her, certainly—the proof was right in front of their eyes, loud and brash with a side of Bostonian fire—but they had never been in love, and she had never asked him for more than he could give despite everything it would have meant for her.

“I would’ve stayed,” Spy had told him in the quiet of the night, looking more vulnerable than Medic had ever seen him, “I would’ve given it all up and settled, spent all my remaining days in that house with her if she only said the word. I would’ve been comfortable.”

Medic had simply turned to face him and whispered, “But would you have been happy?”

Spy had fallen silent. Looking at his tortured profile in the moonlight slipping through the window, Medic knew it was as close to a confession as he would ever get. They hadn’t spoken about marriage since, even as the months turned into years and they learned everything there was to know about each other, even after they swore their teammates to secrecy and stopped hiding themselves behind closed doors and false pretences.

Medic had looked at him one New Year’s celebration, just as the clock hit midnight and their team erupted into cheers in the background, had watched Pyro’s fireworks dance off his eyes and highlight the curve of his soft smile and decided that he was the one. He was his only choice, his forever after, his today and all of his tomorrows.

The engagement ring came a month and a half later—he’d had it custom-made, of course, and spent a fortune on the design and a little under a fortune on the jeweller’s silence. Spy had told him once that he wasn’t too fond of golden accessories and found that silver tones better complimented his complexion, and so Medic had kept that in mind and gone in the opposite direction of tradition. He’d chosen a split-band, beautifully carved platinum ring inlaid with white moissante and topped with a one-of-a-kind, trillion-cut blue diamond.

When he first held it up to the light it shone like a rainbow in the water, so brilliant it left him blinking spots from his vision. It was perfect. He set it within a thin, royal blue velvet ring box, also custom-made so he could easily conceal it, and then went about trying to do the actual proposal.

Trying being the key word. He didn’t debate much over the words he would say—a simple ‘marry me’ would be more than enough for Spy, who would appreciate the gesture far more than the words themselves—or even the place—ideally somewhere private enough that they were unlikely to be interrupted. No, that was all fine. It wasn’t even that he was nervous.

It was the timing.

He couldn’t do it on the battlefield. The tides of a battle could turn at any moment and there were too many things to focus on, such as crushing the enemy and not dying. Medic himself had to keep an eye on all his teammates and Spy had to keep an eye on all their assailants, and even if they somehow got a moment to themselves in the middle of the carnage the atmosphere simply wasn’t right.

He couldn’t do it during dinner. Besides not being private in the slightest, the team ate all of their meals together and one of them was bound to do something inappropriate the moment Medic pulled out the ring box and ruin the whole thing. Spy would immediately catch on if he made a big deal out of them dining alone too, so that option went out the window early on.

He couldn’t do it in public, much as he’d like to treat Spy to a fancy meal at a fine restaurant and a walk in the park at sunset. The world, sadly, just wasn’t ready for that.

He couldn’t do it in the bedroom. No one would interrupt them, sure, and it was as intimate as it got, but Medic was more than familiar with Spy’s complicated history of setting apart the pleasures of the body from the feelings of the heart. They’d gone down that road before, and the last thing Medic wanted to do was to blur that line again now.

The time of day mattered too. Medic didn’t want to do it in plain daylight or in the middle of the night, even if proposing under the stars was tempting. Spy struggled with insomnia, and preferred sunsets over sunrises besides, so an early morning proposal didn’t feel quite right.

It was maddening.

It also didn’t help that their schedules had begun to conflict lately. Medic knew the reason for his own odd behaviour, late nights spent agonising over the right moment disguised as research projects, and had initially assumed that Spy was going through one of his distance phases. Medic tended to be very hands-on in every aspect of his life, and while Spy welcomed and often even encouraged that, he’d made it very clear that sometimes he simply needed his space. So Medic hadn’t questioned it much, willing to wait it out for a few days—it gave him more time to think and plan.

By the time a week had rolled by, he began to suspect that something else was up. Spy wasn’t exactly avoiding him, they spent roughly the same amount of time together, but there were—quirks in his behaviour that hadn’t been there previously. Medic, who was well-versed in his moods, picked up on them easily, but it was significantly more difficult for him to figure out Spy’s train of thought than it was for Spy to figure out his, no matter how close they were. Only one of them had been trained in espionage all their life.

When he returned to his room from another late afternoon spent in the lab—actually researching this time, more to take his mind off things than to achieve any scientific breakthrough—and found Spy’s suit jacket folded over the desk chair, but no actual sign of Spy, he decided that he’d waited long enough. If the right moment never came, so be it. Neither of them were getting any younger, despite his best efforts and the effects of the respawn system.

He took off his gloves and his coat and hung them in their proper place in the closet, stuffed the ring box in the folds of the front pocket of his pants and set off. It was almost dinnertime and it was Engineer’s turn to cook, so most of his teammates would be swarming the kitchen, which gave him the opportunity to search the base at his leisure.

Spy wasn’t in his own bedroom or his smoking room, or in the firing range, and Medic knew he wouldn’t be hanging around in the living room when he could be fashionably late to dinner. That left only one place that Medic knew he frequented.

The sky was alive with the colours of sunset, soft pinks and warm oranges and fiery reds. A light breeze was cruising over the desert, making the few scattered trees growing near their base shiver and the tumbleweeds dance on the nearest horizon, and the tors and mesas burned like a mirage under the light of the lowering sun.

Spy was leaning against the railing of the balcony, his back turned to the door, and he didn’t acknowledge Medic beyond the miniscule tensing and then relaxing of his shoulders. His tie was loose and the top button of his undershirt undone, which Medic found out when he snaked his arms around his waist and leaned down to press his mouth to his skin.

“Something on your mind, mein schatz?” he murmured, and Spy hummed. He turned his head, allowing them to touch foreheads.

“Many things, lately,” Spy said, too casual to be genuine, “Have you had any success?”

“Success?”

“With your experiments,” Spy said, and Medic caught a knowing glint in his half-lidded eyes, “The reason you have been spending most nights in the laboratory, non?”

Medic huffed out a laugh. His heart felt full. “No,” he said, unable to stop himself from smiling, “Not quite.”

Pop, came a noise, and Spy looked down. Medic held up the box to the light, and the platinum ring glimmered giddily under the rays of sunset, casting shimmering reflections over its soft velvet cushion. The blue diamond shone like a miniature star set into the band—the same colour as Spy’s eyes.

Spy’s head snapped back up, and there was shock there as he searched Medic’s expression for any trace of deceit. Medic knew he wouldn’t find any even if he tried to make it up, as he sometimes did in his more paranoid moments—and indeed Spy seemed to realise this was not some overly complicated prank, because a sheen came over his eyes, and he seemed torn on whether to cry or laugh.

Medic gave his waist a reassuring squeeze. “Marry me,” he said, two words that for them meant a thousand things.

Spy choked out a little laugh and then shook his head as if in disbelief, and for a split moment Medic thought—

But then it was his turn to look on in shock as Spy reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box, revealing an exquisite rose gold ring set with swirling gemstones of a dark and rich red sitting prettily on a white silk cushion.

“There was a manufacturing issue, so it only arrived last week,” Spy said, voice choked up with emotion. Medic thought of how tired and stressed Spy had looked up until the previous week. “I was debating on a time and place, but I—I didn’t think—”

Medic surged forward and pulled him into a deep kiss, and their respective boxes dug into their ribcages as their bodies met in the middle.

“Hey guys, Engie says—what the fuck—”

They broke apart with a gasp, and Scout yelped as Spy shoved him back into the hallway and slammed the door in his face with enough force to make the building shudder. “I’m being proposed to!” he yelled indignantly, and Medic felt his cheeks begin to hurt from all the smiling he was doing.

Spy swivelled back around, ring box still in his hand, and pulled Medic in by the collar of his shirt. “Ask me again,” he whispered against his lips. Medic could do nothing but laugh, and he kissed him one more time just to feel him smile.

“Marry me,” he said.

“Yes,” came the answer, and the sky bled colour behind them as the sun sunk beneath the line of the horizon, signalling the end of today and the dawn of another, brighter tomorrow.

[whirliko]

i made one (1) mesh edit successfully and now im already getting too big for my boots thinking of all the cc im gonna make (idk how to use blender without my friend's help) (YET)

[the-gay-phagenda]

i need to be sedated

[hamartia-grander]

Jesus fucking christ I hate the US south

[shima-draws]

Man why couldn’t I have gotten sick THIS weekend instead. I could at least use all that time to play the Indigo Disk 😔

[alien-ally]

the last thing i want happening if i come out as aplatonic (which takes immensely more than coming out as aro or ace) is to be erased to my face with something about friendship being very important and that i should really get out there and try it out and stop isolating myself or whatever. I am introverted, i get drained by social interactions a lot, even when I'm having a good time, i get quiet in between, for those reasons i do isolate myself. I am not good with approaching people and starting conversations or keeping them going most of the times as i usually have limited reactions and just humm most of the times. so i have to work my mind a mile an hour to make some comment or query to not seem too indifferent. overall I'm just very indifferent to friendship. significantly disinterested as compared to non-apl people. maybe it's cause i have not met very many people i truly connect with but maybe it's just the way i am. i usually have a lot to talk about topics and can go about it to other people if I'm feeling like it or if I'm 100% sure they're interested. But that doesn't happen all the time. rather, it happens quite rarely. eitherways it's hard for me to feel as intrigued/drawn in by other people. which i believe is a major factor of platonic attraction. there are several intersections between my introverted, reserved, private nature and my aplatonicity. both make it hard for me to function around people as friendship and enthusiasm for it comes as a natural expectation in the society. But I'm just a little too happy by myself most of the time, and that doesn't make a lot of sense to people. 2/10 times, when i want to do something out of it, my shell makes it hard for me to. As a result, there is a specific brand of isolation and loneliness i experience. Doesn't make me less aplatonic.

In any case I don't want to be erased to my face with some lame excuse about why you just cannot fully comprehend how someone could be this way when i come out to you.

[critrolesideblog]

A little scene inspired by this lovely drawing by @kurosmind

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The Nein Heroez set sail from Nicodranas at sunset. Essek stood on the deck of the ship, watching the city grow smaller and the first stars of the evening spark into being in the dusky sky, when -- "oof!" -- a pair of strong, blue arms wrapped themselves around his middle.

"Wow, you're super light!" Jester declared gleefully as she stretched upward to hoist him into the air. He dropped his hover charm. With a squeal and a laugh, she swayed a moment under the sudden weight before finding her balance, and he could not help but laugh with her.

She set his feet on the deck, but did not release him from her grasp. She rested her chin on his shoulder, squeezing him tightly. Joy lingered on both their faces. "I'm glad you're here with us."

"As am I." He peered at her sidelong. "I am looking forward to seeing what sort of trouble you'll get me into this time."

"Oh, so much," she replied, grinning at him mischievously. Her tail wrapped around them, first one way and then the other, like a child playing hide and seek. Then, her smile softened, and she turned her head, resting her cheekbone on his shoulder. "But, you know, we'll get you out of it again. Don't worry."

"I have no doubt, Jester." And as the lights of Nicodranas twinkled like stars in the distance, he found that it was true. The warm ocean wind carded her fingers through their hair, and love, joy, and, perhaps, a little bit of chaos bloomed in Essek's heart, tenacious, vining things, squeezing him tight as Jester's arms around him. He leaned back against her. "I have no doubt."

[ireallydohateyou2]

U guyss.... i was wonderingg Whyyy i felt So out of it/insane today....

[medtech-mara]

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[integrity-souls]

is there anything specific u would like my thoughts on involving ut or dr..... i have a lot of opinions but dont post most of them

HM LET ME THINK....

Honestly. What are your thoughts on Kris as a character. Their relationships with noelle, asriel etc etc. Maybe its just because i'm my own space and im newish to utdr, but i barely see anybody talk about them. I have my own thoughts but they're still rough at the sides. I like that they share their name with an actual real blade.

Not even asking for anything specific, maybe any speculations you have for the next chapters and Asriel... The heaven and hell thing, the number 7 or perhaps something that just stood out to you comparing deltarune and undertale, similarities and differences what you like and what you dont like etc etc... Perhaps even something technical like the game design.

You dont have to answer all that but yknow. Im not picky, I can just about listen to anything.