#like actually making them scary and stuff

[pumpkinpartytails]

The reasoning makes sense, although I personally don't like the empty sentiment. Every time someone does something like that to me, and I can actually tell that it's insincere, it feels like they're lying to my face and it makes me very uncomfortable. And the idea that I often can't tell, or that these fake sentiments are so ingrained as to be automatic responses, makes me feel all gross. I can't even trust genuine sentiments because how do I know if they're actually genuine or if it's just someone lying to me "to be nice"? It completely pollutes conversational intent and makes it a nightmare to figure out where I actually stand with anyone. also wait that stuff is supposed to be easy??? for me there's barely even a gap in difficulty between happy and unhappy responses, they're both really exhausting, confusing, and kind of scary, unless it's with close friends because at the very least i can trust that they genuinely like me at that point and that de-pollutes the well enough for me to be able to not feel drained talking to them.

After years of living in the adulting world, I think I’ve come to a realization: Manners exist to guide you to good conduct even when you’re in a bad mood.

When you’re happy, when you’re feeling generous, when you’re pleased with your gift or your service or your outcome, it’s easy to be nice. It’s easy to tip the waiter well when you’ve had a good day. It’s easy to thank the teller or the clerk when you got what you wanted out of the transaction. It’s easy to smile and chit-chat with strangers on the road when you’re in a good mood.

It’s hard to tip the waiter when you didn’t enjoy your food. It’s hard to thank the clerk for their time when you’ve just been told there’s a problem with their account and they weren’t able to fix it for you. It’s hard to think of something nice to say when your aunt gave you a crappy sweater you neither need nor want. It’s hard to be nice to people when you’ve had a shitty day. It’s HARD.

That’s what manners are for. Scripts and phrases that you learn by rote to say when you can’t think of a single nice or good thing to say from your own volition. Yes, they’re scripted. Yes, the sentiment is empty. But the scripts work in every situation, and the emptiness provides a buffer between your own unhappiness and the rest of society.

Because most of the time, it’s not the waiter’s fault that the food you ordered wasn’t what you expected. It’s not the clerk’s fault that your account is overdrawn. It’s not the fault of the barista or the stranger on the subway that you got fired today or your favorite aunt died. But even when you can’t summon a smile or a cheery word, you can still have manners, because they will serve you the same in sunshine or rain.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Thank you for everything you do! This page is amazing! I’m looking for #Sterek where One of them is super smart and the other is the best athlete, they don’t run in the same clicks, but outside of school they are close! Anything like that? TYIA!!

I love this trope!

begin again by bleep0bleep

(1/1 I 2,501 I Teen)

Ten years ago Derek turned down Stiles for prom.

Now it's high school reunion time.

seems to me it's chemistry by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 4,153 I Teen)

Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 4,537 I Not Rated)

Derek can't believe he's actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

Game On by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 6,391 I Teen)

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

But Then What... by orphan_account

(3/3 I 24,343 I Explicit)

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

The Awkward Love Life Of A Sheltered College Werewolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

(10/10 I 30,134 I Explicit)

Derek had been used to being home schooled. Being used to be surrounded by pack, and nothing but pack. When he decides he's going to attend college, like a normal person, his family has a fit. Derek goes anyway. It's scary and new and exciting. Then he meets Stiles. Then...Things get even more exciting.

A Cunning Plan by yodasyoyo

(17/17 I 32,737 I Teen)

Stiles has a plan to get Lydia Martin to notice him. Derek is not impressed.

If you asked me if I love him, I’d lie by dereksstilinski (greyslittlediaries)

(18/18 I 37,305 I Explicit)

Derek has already typed the entire report out and even got all of the stuff prepared for the poster that Stiles and him will have to present. Derek found that he actually didn’t mind doing all the work when it was Stiles he was doing it for, but he wasn’t going to let Stiles get away completely. He was going to get Stiles to come over and help with the poster, so help him god.

When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 

(6/6 I 135,402 I Mature)

It was like a door he’d nailed shut in his brain suddenly exploded open, all of his past confusion and anger and hurt and adoration flooding out at once. Stiles? Was it actually Stiles?!

Stiles, the guy he’d had a crush on for fucking years growing up. The guy who’d been an absolute dick to him their whole last year of high school.

The guy who’d told him he loved him in a dirty men’s bathroom on prom night while drunk and upset because he thought Kira was Derek’s girlfriend.

That Stiles? But it couldn’t be!

Burn with hellfire in the blue light of midnight by babisays

(20/20 I 203,189 I Teen)

Stiles met the Hale siblings when he was eleven years old. Now it has been six years since he lost his best friend Cora in the fire, and Derek and Laura left Beacon Hills.

Six years was a long time, so he didn't think he would ever see them again, but now he was wondering what the hell was Derek Hale doing back in Beacon Hills.

[max1461]

Can someone please explain what's happening to me? It's terrifying and I don't understand at all. It's so weird and I can't convey the symptoms properly. There's probably(?) some kind of nerve or motor component, or something, it's like half my face is missing, or fucked up, or something. And all my thoughts and emotions are wrong. And my memories are fucked up. I can't imagine other people's faces, I can't see them in memories. There's some "mental block" fucking with my thoughts and emotions, and it feels like it has an actual shape, a 3d shape, that's always the same, blocking my thoughts, but sometimes I perceive it in different places on my body? My taste and smell are fucked up. I feel like I can't calm down and when I start to calm down I get weird effects, I start gagging, partial-vomiting (vomit doesn't come all the way up), yawning a ton. Sometimes my uh, like the bottom of my throat suddenly sucks in? Like by my clavicle, that little indent in your throat? It like sucks inward intensely for no reason. Uh. This stuff tends to happen when I "start to calm down", and then I don't calm down. Weird pains in specific places on my back. Feel like I haven't slept since this started, having weird disturbing dreams all night and it feels like I'm not even sleeping. But I'm sleeping for 12 hours every night.

Anti-seizure meds have done nothing, don't even think these are seizures to be honest anymore. I mean it's all day, the weird mental block and fucked up thinking is all day every day, with no up and down or anything like you'd expect from a seizure. I can't calm down. Feels like one side of my body (right?) can't calm down, while the other can. I feel it in the back of my throat, all the time, uh, like a weird tingle or something on the right side that needs to pass for me to calm down and go back to normal, but it won't pass. I can't control my face properly. I can't make the expressions I want to make, my face isn't quite following my orders. My eyes ache all the time. I'm scared, I don't know what's happening and it's CONSTANT.

I'm been to a neurologist. He said it's focal epilepsy but like I said the meds aren't doing shit. I've had an MRI and nothing abnormal. Feels like I'm missing something, normal sensation in my face? Can't fucking think right. Teeth fucking hurt, feels like my face is frozen in a weird position even though it isn't. I don't know what's happening at all and it's scary.

Is it in my nerves, my brain, my body? What is happening. I haven't even really explained it here. I'm so scared.

[yadchi-i-guess]

haaaaai I'm not dead. school's been beating me up past few weeks and I've had too many things to do all at once. Got some time to finish this though!

And to everyone waiting on requests, I'm going to TRY (no promises) getting to them tomorrow and over the weekend. I thank you for your patience, I simply have not had the time or mental capacity to focus on drawing as much as I'd like.

Continuing on, I've been unhappy with my OC's name, so after much deliberation with myself, I'm renaming Ollam to Scalpie!

I've always thought she has my kinda personality; a chill but introverted people-pleaser and a total weirdo. Still not as detailed as I'd like it, but if you've met me, that's basically who Scalpie is (personality-wise)

I've also changed a fair bit of her backstory, so there's a little rambling below cut:

Scalpie worked as an assistant to a forensic scientist at Camp 98.7, where she would help him dissect solver drone bodies (the cores were kept at CFL) and study them.

The human named her after the scalpel tool, mostly because he quickly grew tired of referring to her as "you" or "drone".

(He's intelligent, organized, and hard-working, but stingy and grumpy. He sees drones as the kind of machine that, with some pressure, should be perfect at their job.)

The human would show her how to do things and ask her to copy them, such as cutting open a drone or taking notes.

This led to Scalpie being pretty good with little notes and insensitive to gore and blood, but also drawing (she often had to draw diagrams along with the notes). Her human wasn't fond of the drawings she'd make when she wasn't busy.

(This was mostly because she actually enjoyed drawing creepy/scary stuff. Plus he started with a drone that worked tirelessly at his side without distraction, but it was now developing a mind of its own - something he knew would get in the way.)

One day, Scalpie had gone up to the dissection room on her own to look into the head of a solver drone. There was already tension between her and the human after he threatened to decapitate her for wasting paper on drawing corpses.

He had enough with her after he caught her tampering with a corpse alone, so he shocked her, marked her for disassembly, and killed her by cleaving her scalp. He didn't care that this wasn't the correct protocol, he just wanted the defective rogue gone.

Shortly after, the core collapse happened. Yay :]

Sometime after the core collapse, an improperly disposed Scalpie was rebooted after Solver struck a deal with her: She give in and concede with the Solver's bidding, and Solver revives her and make sure she won't die again.

(This was so Solver had an effective way of dealing with the drones on Copper-9 until the DDs got there)

Since then, Scalpie's been living alone in the cabins. She met Uzi when the emo worker drone was searching a cabin and (after realizing Uzi was a SD too) decided to tag along back to Outpost 3, having grown tired of being alone, and hoping to make a friend, outside of Cyn.

I'll have to make a new ref sheet to put on my pinned, but that won't be for a while... anyway, hope you enjoyed my info dump abt Scalpie. I'm open to questions about her, if you've got any :]

[rebel-hunk-enjoyer]

Am I too late for the KalluZeb ask? I hope not and if I'm not could you do 27 (Craziest place they had sex?) and 19 (What do they fight about most often? (Alternative: what was their biggest fight?)? If it's too late just ignore this message.

It is absolutely not too late! I will lovingly answer every ask about these idiots because I just adore talking about them and talking about headcanons absolutely helps me in my writing process - thank you so very much for indulging me!! 🥺

27. Craziest place they had sex?

Oh, oh, oh! I am going to answer this with something from one of my WIPs: Up a tree on Yavin IV.

So, in this particular WIP, they end up getting together on Yavin IV after working closely around the base and spending time together in the jungle. So much time that they have a particular tree they like to climb together for the view. And then for making out. And then for doing each other nasty styles. Which I don't imagine is that difficult of a thing for a lasat, but Kallus gets bonus points for being nearly 40 and boinking that far off the ground.

Of course, it's the craziest place because I wrote the scene before I really got into the gritty details of what Yavin IV is like in Legends, only to discover that they were getting down surrounded by a jungle full of INCREDIBLY SCARY CREATURES -- including piranha beetles that attack prey in swarms. How the hell Zeb can get it up in a scenario where they can be attacked by a swarm of carnivorous bugs at any moment is ... well, it's actually one of the reasons this story is currently a WIP. I love the whole scene and the whole idea of them wandering off for alone time together, but I keep thinking about these damn bugs. 😂😂😂

19. What was their biggest fight?

(I answered the first part of this one here but saved the alternate for this ask! 🥰)

Their biggest fight is about adopting children once they retire. It isn't a huge outright argument with shouting like they'd do in the rebellion, just Kallus brings it up one day (and it's been a long time coming, he's been thinking about it a lot, they're both so good with Jacen and there are so many kits who need a loving home) ... and Zeb just immediately, vehemently, shuts him down: absolutely the fuck not.

And it's like being slapped in the face, because they've gotten so much better at talking to each other. Yes, they still bicker, but the bickering leads to honest discussion and consensus and agreement on a course of action, so Zeb putting his foot down without even pretending they can discuss it is not their normal. It's also hurtful. And Kallus doesn't know what to do with that, actually, after this many years of their own brand of healthy communication, so he ends up just sitting on it. And sitting on it. And Zeb is doing New Republic Defense Force stuff, suddenly, and it's like he doesn't even want to be home with Kallus since he made the suggestion and what if Zeb actually doesn't? What if this is just how their relationship ends, at the crossroads where Kallus wants a family and Zeb doesn't?

It all comes out in messy ways, eventually. In ways where Kallus refuses to bicker about the normal stuff and Zeb spends more time away from home and the garden falls into disrepair and all the old grannies at the market who used to tease them both about their relationship are now just quiet and looking concerned until one day it finally, finally implodes. Still, no shouting. Just a flat assessment of the situation because Kallus has worked out why Zeb won't start a family with him and it's of course because of his past, his involvement with what happened on Lasan, and how Zeb must not actually trust him - how Zeb is right not to trust him even after all this time - how he's just been on Lira San living a life that isn't truly his after doing something so horrifically unforgivable - and it's time that he stops pretending, that he goes back to Coruscant maybe and tries to find the kind of life a man like him deserves after all the destruction he's wrought -

And Zeb has to kiss him to shut him up. It's an awful kiss, too. Desperate and urgent and tearful, quite possibly the worst kiss they've ever shared, it's like they don't even fit together anymore and nothing makes sense but Zeb is trying to pour everything into it, everything he hasn't said and everything he feels and all the fear, the visceral dread in his gut that started this whole awful fight.

Because Zeb wants to start a family together, he desperately does, but the thing that's been eating him this whole time isn't the role Kallus played on Lasan, but his own. His failures - his inability to protect his people - all coming down to the realization that he could very well fail again, except he wouldn't just lose Kallus but their children, too, and he already hauled himself back from the brink after losing so much once, he can't possibly do that again.

It's like uncovering a hidden wound, finally getting all this out of his head and into the mess that's accumulated between them from not talking, so it - so he - can finally begin to heal. And he slowly does. Zeb scales back his NRDF role to be home more, they repair the garden together, the old grannies at the market breathe a sigh of relief when Kallus is back shopping for the ingredients he needs for Zeb's favorite food, and their family gradually becomes something they can talk about - even bicker about - until they reach a consensus and agree to adopt their first child.

[mishy-mashy]

Bruce is actually really attractive, and I have enough reasoning to make a list

He's:

Tall (. Tall enough to hit his head on the vault doorframe)

Long-legged

Has a straight nose bridge

Has high cheekbones (more noticeable in 2nd pic below)

Has a strong jawline

Sharp eyes, but they aren't small (plus eyebags if you're into that)

Overall, he has strong, attractive facial features

Has broad, refined shoulders. You can tell he works out (or he did, when he was alive)

Even has a thick, muscly neck

He has MUSCLE. Is SCULPTED. NOICE. VERY NOICE. (nice arms. Nice shoulders. Nice neck. Nice legs. Nice butt-)

(There are actually panels where you can see some of his muscles. Other than those already shown here, he's got bricky thighs-

-and in the panels where we first get his name dropped, he's got those shoulder blades too-)

The one time we see him smile, and he actually has a scary one

Has small, kinda sharp pupils, and his eyes remind me of a cat. We only ever saw him tense or defensive, so his resting/listening face is really cute

Other than the physical appearance stuff, he also:

Takes shit without batting an eye (patience, knowing it's just how Kudo is, etc)

Kudo being all "Cut the crap Bruce and give it to me straight", after Bruce tests his blood and is rightfully Concerned because they just faced AFO

Put up with Kudo's experimenting and testing over Yoichi's transferable Factor

Did ya'll see the look on Kudo's face when he realized he had Yoichi's Factor/will? Kudo was going to start in nonsense and Bruce just dealt with that.

Also something I noticed when looking back at the images here; Bruce has bandages on his arms in the void. But not when he faced AFO in the sewers.

Were he and Kudo cutting their arms open in their experimenting over Yoichi's theory? Is this why Kudo has two gauntlets instead of his one? Why we never see his bare arms in the void? That he always keeps his arms down so there's no slip?

Is smart enough to run blood tests, plus has enough common sense to pick Shinomori as his successor

He picked a guy who avoids society, has an Ability to detect danger so he can always stay away from AFO, is also a coward so he's never going to go throw himself into danger, even without knowing instinctively he stands no chance, etc.

Meanwhile, Kudo chose Bruce, who he played Hot Potato Yoichi with; but he did also trust Bruce, and put the only pure combative Ability in OFA through Bruce.

These two made their choices based on what they valued and saw the Factor needed.

Is logical, analytical, and calm.

He tried advising Midoriya on their Abilities in One For All, especially his own.

Midoriya then tried ignoring him about using Fa Jin for the first time, but found he was right, thinking: "Dammit!! I had [Lady Nagant] right where I wanted her, but... ugh! The Third was right. My parallel Quirk processes are all screwed up!" (ch. 314).

Plus, when Midoriya fixed his processing mistakes, Bruce was analyzing the way he reached his new conclusion. Pure facts, no bias, very calm, just saying it as it was.

We never see him panic. When he's caught by surprise in the sewers by AFO, Kudo, and Yoichi's little bubble event, he immediately reacts. He doesn't falter, he just knows he has to do something right now.

Was more willing to listen than Kudo to Yoichi's beckon, and probably was just following Kudo's rejection of Midoriya

While we don't see Kudo's face, we see Bruce's eyes when Yoichi calls on his heroes. Bruce was more open and receptive, or at least more impacted.

Bruce was also the one to start talking, while Kudo just kept quiet.

He actually communicates a lot

When Yoichi called them to support Midoriya, Bruce started talking to paint a picture of why they thought the way they did, so Yoichi understood where they were coming from.

(Though he seems to beat about the bush sometimes, since Kudo spoke up to be direct on how they couldn't just put their trust in some starry-eyed teenager. Plus, when Kudo tells him to just tell him what's wrong [double Factors])

When Midoriya first used Fa Jin against Nagant, Bruce came out just to tell him he knew what he was trying, but that Midoriya wasn't ready; and Midoriya found he was right. Midoriya just didn't want to listen to him then.

He asks Kudo for clarification after finding Kudo had two Factors in him after the sewer incident ("Just to be sure, All For One didn't touch you, right?") Kudo knew him well enough to go "stop beating around the bush and tell me", so Bruce was probably gonna start with questions, theories, and trying to understand everything in general, before saying "yeah you have two Factors. Don't know why".

Is strong-willed and loyal.

He followed Kudo, even to death, carrying on the cause he started until it ended with him.

Plus, when talking about how AFO needs a strong will to override OFA's own, we first see Bruce, Kudo, and Yoichi.

AFO couldn't steal OFA because the will was too strong for him, and that was back during Banjo's time. Since Shinomori never actually tried opposing AFO and just hid, we can assume the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce) already had an accumulation of strong willpower that made OFA un-stealable. Those three are a strong enough foundation, and the main wills, that the other users just become bonuses.

Kudo, also saying that Midoriya needs allies with the same will and drive as him... hey Kudo, you're talking about yourself and your old allies, aren't you? That's why you look at Yoichi and Bruce when you say this.

Not only is Bruce attractive, but he's got good character. THE END.

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[lemonynuggets]

Unstoppable force (wanting to interact with sourcemates bc I miss them) vs immovable object (scared)

[leucoratia]

Kraz, royal healer

Kraz (Razzy if they like you(but they like everyone)(except Jerry)) is a human (?) mage who voluntarily exiled themselves to the underground to follow monsterkind during the war. They are later appointed royal healer by the king and queen and has devoted themselves to the betterment of monster society ever since. They are the only human the royal scientist ever tolerated (although would you call sharing lab coats and beds tolerating or...something else?)

Information

-Species : mage (half monster, half human)

-Age : older than the barrier. As long as they will to live, it appears that a mage cannot age.

-Gender : apparently born a female, although it is unclear how sexual dimorphism develops in mages. Kraz does not specifically care.

-Soul : Green

-Height : 1.99m (6'5)

-Hair colour : Black (somehow iridescent ?)

-Eye colour : deep dark brown. Their sclera is grey as well.

-Build : sickly thin, actually skin and bones. They never eat much of anything, claiming that they do not need a lot of food. It worries people quite a lot, especially Toriel, but they have been like this for hundreds of years so... at least they're not dead ? Still, they scare the kids.

-Personnality : a sweet, calming presence. They exude an aura which makes anyone around them feel at peace. Although they are quite akward and generally anxious, they smile easily and brightly. Kraz is very friendly, caring, and kind to a fault. Has quite an outdated manner of speech. A jokester. Always does their best to please people around them. Deeply devoted. Probably has some sort of attention deficit. Easily fascinated. Suffers from chronic bird behaviour (will bring you trinkets??).

-Likes : gardening, playing the piano, snow, cooking, puzzles, collecting shiny trinkets, science, herbal medicine, cultivating bacteria, fuzzy and furry fabrics, gift giving, late 1800's fashion, dark spaces, funny socks, Gaster.

-Dislikes : loud noises (especially clamoring crowds), being watched, sudden movements, bright reflective surfaces, small enclosed spaces, bitter foods, novelty and breaking their routine.

Backstory

Kraz was born to a human mother and a monster father during the war, as mages often are. Abandoned by their mother, who could not endure the shame of their birth, they were taken under their father’s wing and raised amongst a small monster village. Early on, they manifested an extremely intense green soul and spectacular magical power, even for a mage. Although unequipped and unprepared to nurture such potential, the monsters in Kraz's community did their best to encourage the toddler's magical prowess, such as having them heal cuts and bruises, or speed up a few carrots' growth. But as war progressed, human armies swept through monster territory and eventually raided the child's village, pillaging and slaughtering everyone in their path. In these times mages were rare, being the product of monster-human relationships, but extremely sought after by humanity, who could only manifest minor magic potential. Stumbling upon the young Kraz and recognising in their physiology the traits of a "hybrid", human soldiers immediately identified them as a mage and took them away to be raised amongst humans. Their father, if he ever survived the attack, never stopped looking for his little bird until his dust settled on the ground. And so Kraz was raised in human war camps and settlements, amongst soldiers and other mages. Being so young, they only ever had vague memories of their time amongst monsters and soon put them to rest. As they grew, their healing powers grew with them, and it was soon clear to the commanders that Kraz may as well be the most spectacular healer that they had ever known, capable of rising men at death's door back on their feet and ready to fight in mere minutes. Suffice to say, as one of their greatest asset, they were sent from battlefield to battlefield, from division to division in order to rise the almost dead and reinforce the dwindling human forces. But they had a fault. Kraz, at their heart, was kind. Compassionate. Caring. And oh so, so young still, no more than fifteen. And the pain, the suffering inflicted by and to monsters broke their soul into pieces. See, despite all the propaganda, they could never quite bring themselves to hate monsters. Hate half of themselves. And so in the midst of the battle's confusion, in secret, they would slip a hand or a green bullet towards a bleeding frog here. A dusting lion there. They wished they could just run to them and pour their whole magic into the wounded, but the human soldiers watched them. Always. But eventually, as war was nearing its end, temptation was too great. They could take it no more. And so during a bloody battle, they slipped away from the soldiers surrounding them and ran to a fallen monster, who was already dusting away. A skeleton. The young mage fell to their knees, reaching for the monster's broken face with magic already at their fingertips and reassurances spilling from their lip, and poured everything they had left as the soldier tried to struggle and speak. He barely was able to call to them, in a language they didn't know, his bones just starting to reform, but fate is oh so cruel. Kraz could only slip their guard's attention for so long, and just as life started to flicker back in the man's face, they were torn off his bloodied body and promptly covered in his dust, their work undone by the fall of a sword. As the soldiers dragged the teen away, they could only claw down at the dusty floor to rack up the dust, and a nametag. Dingbats.

"Traitor", they were deemed. "An error of nature", "a freak", they were called. But a valuable freak nonetheless. Their magical abilities were still wholly unmatched through all of the land. They were needed. And so Kraz was beaten down, corrected, whipped back into shape. Into following orders. Royals spoke of banishment. Of a barrier. And they needed mages.

Finally, monsters were defeated. They were to be sealed underground. Kraz and the other mages assembled, staring down at a beaten monsterkind, a sea of eyes and bleeding hearts crying out at them as they chanted the words.

They couldn't do it. They couldn't.

They ran to them.

As the barrier rose up, this child fell to their knees in front of Asgore and Toriel and begged them to let them stay. To right this wrong. To help. They did.

And so Kraz poured their heart out. It wasn't easy, getting monsters to accept human help, even though they shared some physical traits. They slaved away for nothing in return, growing crops magically in dead ground and never taking even a grain of wheat for themselves. Endlessly imbuing water with their energy to create remedies for everyone. Only accepting the bare minimum of food to stay alive, even though they felt as if they were tearing this food away from the hands of the needy. They tried so, so hard to repair humanity's sins. Clear their name in the eyes of monsters.

And eventually, it somewhat worked. Instead of frowns, they were faced with smiles. Children stopped crying when they saw the healer's incomplete beak and started to spare them a smile. The elderly stopped refusing treatment from them. And even though they still had to face a seemingly unclimbable wall as they began further studies in medicine, biology and microbiology, chemistry, agricultural sciences, magical studies, anything to broaden their knowledge and help, they made it. (No thanks to the shy, awkward, standoffish and straight up rude engineering-chemistry-physics student which whom the king and queen pushed Kraz to hang out with. They said that it would "help the both of you, you kids would work beautifully together". Not that the mage minded, as a matter of fact they quite enjoyed his presence and always did their best to be agreeable and overall lovely company; but the skeleton never quite seemed to get over his absolute loathing of humans. Oh well, no matter. They'll keep trying anyways.). Eventually they did succeed and ascended to the position of "tolerable fellow student who I regularly hang out with" in the eyes of their adversary. When Kraz got their first doctorate, in medicine, WingDings even cracked a smile. And as the two completed their studies, the now mage-doctor was promoted to "acceptable collaborator". A win for the ages!

Kraz finally moved out of the derelict place they were practicing medicine in since the war to a more acceptable place (which was, well, their newly furnished house, courtesy of the royal family for their friendship and as a congratulatory gift for their doctorate) and kept working as always. But with an official title to strengthen their position, and what some may call a reluctant friend, things seemed lighter. Monsters were flocking to their office, business (which was still free but their patients insisted on leaving little somethings) was booming, their ties to their fellow "collaborator " deepening, and the doctor became sincerely appreciated in their community. Maybe not in all monsterdom yet, memories of the war never quite fading, but it was progress. Things were going well.

But it seemed that fate had other plans.

One day, plague broke out. The illness decimated monster populations, entire families perishing from an unknown condition.

And Kraz, oh Kraz, tried everything. Every spell, every potion, every cure they could think of. Nothing worked. They asked for help to the other healers, consulted with other scientists, even asked the engineers if they could think of something, anything. Nothing worked. They could only watch as the malady swept through monsters, powerless to watch them die, just like they did during the war.

No. No.

They would not stand for it, they would not STAND FOR THIS !! They will find a cure. At any cost.

They locked themselves in their laboratory.

One day. Two days.

Three days.

Six days.

Eight days.

Their colleagues had tried banging on the door, shouting at them to come out, to go home, they would not answer. They called for the doctor’s friends, to no avail. Eventually, it was WingDings Gaster, the royal scientist himself, to be at their door threatening them to “kick their feathery ass if it’s the last thing he does” in order to get them to open the damn door.

No answer.

But the royal scientist was a stubborn man. And when words failed, he proceeded to take the door’s security system apart and barge into the lab, only to be taken aback by the stench. He covered his non-existent nose with a sleeve and bit back the urge to let last night’s dinner see the light of day again, ushering the doctor’s worried coworkers away. It reeked of illness. It reeked of plague. The skeleton, being the only one without lungs and hence immune to all airborne diseases, made his way through the mess of papers, vials and…patches of blood and hair…to the form bent over his friend’s table. Kraz was staring straight at him with their big, beady dark eyes which seemed to be glazed over. They looked even paler than they usually do, which is to say whiter than snow, and seemed so frail that they could snap at any moment. Their face was also swimming in what seemed to be bloodied spit, over a mountain of papers scribbled with words that made no sense. Suffice to say, they looked like death itself. They looked dead.

It was as if Gaster’s bones were made of ice. Barely thinking, he grabbed his friend’s limp body, by Asgore were they TALL, and zapped away somewhere safe. Somewhere clean. His place, apparently.

He cleaned Kraz. Changed them. Laid them in bed. Listened to their delirious babbles, relieved that at least they were alive. In a moment of clarity, the doctor pleaded him to retrieve some instruments from their lab and conduct a series of tests on samples of their blood, which he was urged to collect daily.

“I need to help them Dings. Please. Please, I beg of you, do this for them. Or else I would have done this for nothing. Please.”

Eventually, the unthinkable happened. They got better, the little colour their cheeks normally had returned. As soon as the healer could walk again, they were out of their friend’s house and back in their lab (ignoring everyone’s admonishments). Barely a week later, there was a cure for the seemingly incurable plague.

Monsterkind was saved.

And everything was truly fine. Kraz was promoted to Royal Doctor (a fact they endlessly teased Gaster with, because Now you can’t boss me around anymore mister science man), was granted a whole department in the Hotland labs, and was now revered though the kingdom! Their promotion to head doctor was also accompanied by another, to the exclusive rank of “beloved special stupid idiot who gave themselves the plague” in the soul of a certain someone. They weren’t going to live that one down anytime soon. But well, when the royal scientist’s coworkers noticed that his lunch was packed daily in the common room fridge with “Do not forget nourishment today dear, I will see you tonight at our usual, -A stupid idiot “stuck to it, let’s say that the air in the Core labs was decidedly more pleasant. And Alphys, a young intern that the Doctor befriended during one of their numerous visits to their collaborator-friend-lover(?),  could barely contain her gushing to anyone that might listen.

Yes. Times were good.

Until a human fell.

[rainbowgod666]

The autistic need to grab a twink from a videogame and just rail them until they cant walk anymore...

lil addition. i edited this post a few times because the tags dont make sense so now im fixing this

[mascothorrorhellhole]

I can see this vision

my evil plan is to become a content farm for media that does not exist whatsoever i mean id still put effort into those animations, so it wouldn't even be a content farm .. but the intention is still there!!! it counts!! Shmeepy Deeby's Playtime Land sad backstory part 39 Do you understand me

[sketchehm]

Thinking about how Minecraft NPCs are technically immortal (though not invincible) so Milo and Naomi would still be alive post time skip.. after all this time they love Sapnap so bad and they were like the only thing Sapnap had from team mafia after their deaths. team mafia teasing Sapnap and being like when you were 5 you legitimately had a phase where you thought you were a pet but Sapnap’s forgot since then and it’s :( because he was young so he remembered how he felt but not very much the details? and that feeds into the disconnect that he feels with them. Oh I made this sad

I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THIS

FUCK.

Once baby sapnap realizes he can't go back to the base anymore, it's him bothering every nutria he can find to take him back. And they all refuse. And he doesn't know why!!! 'It's too dangerous', but it's never dangerous there! (His dads made sure it was never dangerous)

And he's causing tantrums and crying that he needs to go! It's important!!! It won't be until sylvee gets through to him and asks what does he need from there? And he's bawling, barely managing to get out "g-ga-gati-tos..." Oh!

It's nutria 23 with his helicopter and peele accompanying, the two trying to wrangle two Very skittish cats into the very loud helicopter (it was NOT easy), peele looking around the base and feeling. Sad. They know they shouldn't be feeling such things as a robot but. They can't help it. But there's a mission to be completed now!

And the baby is in his new (empty, cold) room in the mountain. Sniffling. He wants milo and naiomi....Shadouni said to take good care and he hasn't...he's been a bad older brother to them :(

It's not until he hears Juan screaming and Peele also yelling, the baby sliding off his bed, poking his head out of his room and seeing two cats chase a running Juan, screaming to get the cats to stop!! He's not food!!! Don't kill him PLEASE!!!

Sapnap! Is so happy!! He's running out his room and scooping up the cats(juan: ay madre mia por fin), one in each arm, so so happy!!! (The cats are struggling to get out of his 7yr old grip lmao)

It's. All he really has left of them. As years go past and he's growing up, all he can recall is Shadoune telling him to take care of them. He can't even remember the exact memory anymore, he just knows it was Shadoune who told him. And when Eon says he should server hop to explore and get out of this forsaken world for a little bit (go grow and learn, we'll still be here), he trusts Eon and the nutrias to take of them for a while!

And once he's grown. And his dads are back. Seeing Shadounes face when he's reunited with the cats. He laughs a bit saying he's suprised Sapnap hadn't managed to kill them by accident (hey!!).

It leads to the guys reminiscing, laughing about old memories. Telling sapnap about how he thought he was a pet. How shadoune had to convince him he's their older brother so he'd take care of them and to stop throwing them out of the base. The rest of the guys laughing and bringing up moments when baby sapnap himself would answer he was their pet. It's a fun time!

For them.

Because Sapnap. Can't recall any of it. He's having. A sudden realization, he can't recall much of when they were all together. It's. Scary. He laughs along though, more out of shock he did those kinds of things and a "I can't believe you guys let that happen haha" kind of way.

And when the guys keep bringing up old memories, find Sapnap's old baby armor. Sapnap will be looking at them like he's never seen them before. Surely he'd remember something like that. It's the guys making inside jokes about Sapnap that he should know, he should. And he won't laugh, confused.

And the others, will look at each other, also confused. They'll bring up his apple slices or the way he used to beg for deditas. Nothing.

And Sapnap feels. Distant from them. Like they're talking about a whole other person. The other guys too will notice, that this grown person isn't the baby they know. The baby in their minds, they had left to go on a mission that would only last a day. But almost 15 years passed by instead. It's. Too jarring.

But Sapnap keeps trying. Going through old photo albums he has access to now, something he never had before (forbidden from leaving the mountain because of the danger). He's trying to recall he is. He remembers nightmares. Of them leaving. That day of them saying goodbye and never coming back. He remembers crying a lot.

He remembers when he was gifted his stuffed rabbit. And he remembers growing up with the nutrias and being told to server hop and all his memories from after that.

He just can't really remember them. But. He remembers feelings. Of being safe with them. Feelings of admiration for Farfa and feelings of comfort from Serpias and Shadoune. Just Knowing Conter was the one to help him with nightmares the most. Just knowing to give Goncho extra apples when he goes out. Just knowing Spreen was always a little annoyed with him.

He remembers their love for him. But he doesn't know if that is enough for them anymore.

[guinevereslancelot]

starting to kind of date someone right before christmas is so stressful fr. do i get him a gift or what we've been on two dates but i'm seeing him tonight n it's christmas eve.....but what if he didn't get me anything then it will be weird.....

[icewindandboringhorror]

It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.

Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.

[tapestryundone]

still feel so vindicated by tpatd. i dont rly have proof of it but i always wanted tlq to be a bit of a strange beast but i was worried it conflicted w canon (the wraith in particular, and the lack of a visible mouth in his appearances) so i scrapped some ideas i had to make him more beastly so tpatd was such an incredible and welcome surprise

[billybabyy]

✎ share three WIPs you're working on ✨

Thank you for the tag @buckysgrace! I’ve never been tagged in something like this so this is so cool!

also everything is still mostly a concept because of who I am as a person 😅 I’m so good at coming up with ideas and titles of stories but not so good at actually writing them so here is the three main concepts floating around in my brain right now!

American Teenager - Steve Harrington x Wheeler!OC (will span all seasons, the idea is that Nancy and OC are twins and OC falls for Steve while he’s dating Nancy and then the Upside Down happens and shit gets complicated) I will eventually give her a bio here.

Madmax - Takes place in the space between Seasons 3 and 4, After Starcourt Max starts experiencing nightmares and headaches, she starts hanging out with the drug dealer that lives across the street after she moves to the trailer park to cope.

Too Sweet - Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC (the idea for this one is still kind of floaty but; no upside down au, OC moves to California from Hawkins into the same building as Billy who is raising his kid step-sister because their parents died. He runs a surf shop and she works in a bakery/cafe) read what little I have of her bio here.

No pressure tags! : @destroya2005 @nameless-ken