#no one can take aroace chris away from me ever

[the-terrible-theys]

caviva :) thank you for coming to my tedtalk

(this also applies to zhris but they fit the format here less well) (they’re SO aroace4aroacespec to me though)

[nachosforfree]

Wats the antiangel au :o

Ohboyohboyohboy get ready for an infodump

So!! The anti-angel au is something me and my friends @iamliteraltrash1 and @olivesforfree made like, two years ago almost (holy shit that was almost two years ago--) where Anti was raised by Dark and the other ipliers from ages 9+

Anti had killed his own father (which is how Dark found him-- this scrawny nine year old managed to kill a grown man?) And then months later Dark (who had showed uo into Anti's life in the form of an "imaginary friend") convinced Anti to set fire to his own house-- with Anti still in it. Once Anti had died, Dark turned him into a demon and brought him to the mansion. Anti had no memory of his previous life, which allowed Dark to easily manipulate him into trusting Dark

All of the other ipliers are also demons that died and Dark brought back (including Wilford-- at least originally? i'm not sure if damian has decided to change that since wkm came out)

Dark was quite an abusive person, mostly to Anti and Wilford (Dark and Wil were husbands). Dark had a void where two spirits dwelled-- one red and one blue, Illusion and Eternity (totally fucking called Celine and Damien, didn't we?) Where Dark puts those who misbehave

Dark also used to void to train Anti to become a ruthless killing machine,teaching him how to master his demonic powers and unleash the monster within him

When Anti was 18, Dark had put him through a training session where the things Anti was fighting injected him with something. Most of the time when things leave the void (that were made in the void), those things disappear. This was supposed to happen with the liquid injected into Anti, but it had already fused with his blood, causing Anti to be stuck in a "sort of there, sort of not" kind of a state, constantly glitching. The glitching was painful for Anti and made him feel like he was a monster

Iplier offered to bring in a student who had been messing around with and creating his own medicines-- Henrik von Schneeplestein. Dark, hesitantly, agreed.

Anti was instantly infatuated with Henrik, considering this was the first human being he had ever met in his known life. Henrik saw first hand how Anti was treated by Dark, and he didn't like it. So, a couple years later, Henrik asked Anti to run away with him. Anti agreed

They made it to Henrik's friend Chase's house before Dark found them. He took Anti back and didn't even put him in the void, he put Anti in a quarantine room Iplier had for two weeks, completely alone.

Henrik was banned completely from the Iplier mansion

Sjhchsbbfjffwe havent really planned much of what happened next until Anti left

He had finally gotten sick of the treatment he was forced to endure and he escaped for real

He found Jack and the whole evil Anti stuff ensues

Then one day he meets Chris, and they become friends. Chris helps redeem him by being nice to him, and treating him like he was her son

The egos see this and are suspicious, but go along with it

Anti changes his name to Angel, to try and forget who he used to be, to forget Dark

Dark finds Angel again though, and tries to force him to come back to the mansion

Chris and the other egos have to help Angel fight him off. Also Angel and Henrik are dating and so are Chase and Marvin. Jackie is aroace so he's single uwu

I cant remember exactly what happens...but chris gets really hurt (probably trying to fight off dark) and has to go stay with her friends cause she needs help moving around and stuff

Dark kidnaps Angel and keeps him in the void for days, driving him to think that all the egos hate him and that Chris is using him

Angel goes back to the egos house, angry and looking for Chris

The egos try to stop him, but Angel kills Jackieboy in the process of them trying to calm him down, and then he runs off. Angel kills Chris, and then comes to his senses

(This part particularly makes me cry always)

He takes Chris back to the egos and cries about how he's sorry, but it's too late. Angel runs off again, this time back to the ipliers mansion. To kill Dark. And he succeeds... And then Wilford finds him and they talk for a little while. For context in this next part, Wilford and Dark are over a thousand years old in this AU, so when they die, they like automatically deteriorate into dust (undertale much). Wilford finds Dark's dust and gets confused. He tries to teleport to Dark's location again and again but it all just leads back to the dust. He cries and begs Angel to kill him, because he doesn't think he can live without Dark (oop i'm crying thinking about it). Angel does.

When Angel returns to the ego house, everyone is afraid of him. Well, Henrik is less-so. Marvin hates Angel for killing Jackie and Chris. It takes a long time for him to trust Anti again...

And that's basically where we stopped. It's been awhile since we've rped the main stuff in the AU, but it still holds a very very special place in my heart for bringing me some of the best friends I could ask for. It's so important to me and it makes me happy and sad to think about it

[redmountaindont]

Prompt: YOU SHOULD WRITE ABOUT RAMEN NOODLES, KAY THANKS BYE

((sorry for not having this up sooner. it accidentally posted privately.))

Word Count: 1717 - Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell, Christine Canigula, The Squip - Ships: Meremy Hell

Notes: Squip lives and is weak but Michael and Jeremy are dating and Christine is a bean.

The sound of a bell was what initially raised the two teenager’s heads at the same time. The only problem with raising your heads at the same time is that they can impact. Hard.

“And this is why this place will be perfect for you two!” A chipper voice came from the side of them, Christine Canigula.

Jeremy laughed. “If you say so, Chris.” He scoffed. Usually, his go-to date restaurant was the 7-11 down the street with the great sushi and slushies. Unfortunately, Christine was not happy to find out that he and Michael hadn’t been getting the “ultimate dating experience.” Sure, she was aroace, but eventually, Michael and Jeremy gave in.

It lead them on a trip to New York, spending the morning walking around Times Square (and fanboying like crazy over the new Nintendo Switch as well as binge-eating red M&M’s at the official store.) However, now they were in Brooklyn upon Christine’s suggestion to catch an Uber and drive down. Christine had whispered in the driver’s ears the place to put into the GPS, and soon the two boyf riends were off, not having the slightest clue where they were headed.

Turns out, they were here: Ichiran NYC. It was a Japanese chain that had recently moved to NYC and sold “the best ramen ever in actual human existence,” according to Chris.

Michael took off his headphones for a minute, hanging them on his neck. “So what exactly is so special about this place?” He asked, looking around. “I can make twelve packages for three bucks at home.” Jeremy couldn’t help but laugh. It was true. The two teenage boys had enough ramen to last them throughout the rest of their junior and senior year at high school. Christine joined in the laughter.

“Trust me, you’ll like this place. Now c'mon. That was the bell for us.” The theater nerd walked the two boys down a pathway, to a row of enclosed spaces. It looked like the SATs in the cafeteria at Middleborough. Michael walked sideways, poking his head in and out of the tiny stalls. Jeremy chuckled and elbowed him in the side. The boy in the red sweatshirt whined and flicked Jeremy back. Jeremy was about to tug on Michael’s hair when Christine turned around and shushed them. “God, I can’t take you two anywhere,” she scolded, before turning back around to follow the hostess.

“Enjoy!” The woman said, giving a bow. Christine and Michael bowed back, saying thank you. Jeremy stood there like the awkward, uncultured swine he is. Christine sat down first, purposefully putting herself between the two boyf riends.

“This is the fun part. Nobody talks to you! You even write down your order on this little form.”

Michael held up his hand, leaning back farther so he could see both Christine and his partner. “Wait, but-”

“Buh!

“Wha?”

“No.”

“A-”

“Stop.” Christine snickered. “Now you guys have a chance not to be all lovey-dovey and awkward. Enjoy!” And with that, she stuck her head back into her seat. Jeremy could faintly hear the writing on the paper. He looked up to find that Michael was staring. The boy blushed before placing his head back into the tiny stall. Jeremy found himself alone with his thoughts.

This place definitely wasn’t claustrophobic-friendly. The boy looked down at the menu in front of him. Jeremy ran a hand through his hair, awkwardly fidgeting with the other. The silence was bugging him.

“I can always fix that.”

Jeremy leaped back, nearly falling off the chair at the voice in his head. “You again?” He hissed under his breath. “I just took a shot of Red, you should be offline.”

The Squip laughed. “Yeah, but you also went to the bathroom like four times after that thanks to the street pretzel. The mountain dew is out of your system already.”

The teenager grumbled before leaning back. He was about to ask Michael for a shot of Red Mountain Dew (they kept it in tiny apple juice boxes just in case) when a more feminine face shot in front of him.

“Shhh!” Christine had a finger to her lip-gloss covered lip. She really actually did go a bit overboard at the Forever 21. Jeremy tried to protest, but Christine grabbed his head, turned it back around and nudged him forward with two taps on his back. The lanky teenager found himself alone again.

“Nice try, Jere.”

“Shut up, you stupid computer.”

“Actually, I have more information on my hardware than the internet altogether, so I doubt you should be calling a supercomputer stupid.”

Jeremy scoffed before looking up to the left of his small corner of the restaurant. A button lay there, indicating that it was for placing your order form. The teenager pressed it, submitted his order and laid back. He waited. Jeremy wished he could talk to Michael. He’d speak to him about what new games were out, which was the better console, and how much he was thankful for him and how much he loved him and how much he loved his hair and his hands…

“Getting off topic there, Heere.” The Squip snarked in his brain.

“I wasn’t thinking about… about that.”

The Squip snickered. “You can’t lie to me, Jeremy. I’m inside your brain. Haven’t we gone over this?”

Jeremy blushed. Okay, so maybe he was. “What does it matter? He’s my boyfriend. I can think of him however I want. Freedom of Speech.”

A mini-Squip materialized on the table in front of him, albeit a bit glitched out and missing some important pieces. You know… like legs. “Yeah, but you’re also in a restaurant. So stop that.”

A tickle went down Jeremy’s spine. It was the Squip’s new way of shocking him. Except they were pretty much powerless thanks to the steady Red Mountain Dew diet and newfound self-confidence (from the great Michael Mell).

“Also, you’re talking through your thoughts. Freedom of Speech doesn’t apply here, Heere.” Squip laughed at their own joke. “Oops. Move your hands.” The Squip poofed from in front of him.

“What?” Jeremy started to move his hands when the shutter in front of him opened.

The person behind the counter placed a bowl of ramen in front of him with his selected garlic, scallion, and sliced pork choices. “Tanoshimu!” The male voice called from behind, before placing a pair of chopsticks and a fork at his side and closing the shutter.

Okay, so maybe this wasn’t the pork flavored ramen he got at home, but damn did it smell delicious! Jeremy picked up the fork (even the Squip couldn’t help him with chopsticks) and began to dig in.

“If there’s one thing you humans do well, it’s make food. Judging by the amount of dopamine in your brain, it tastes fantastic. It’s almost like you were kissing Michael.”

Jeremy sputtered, almost choking on the noodle he slurping. “I’m eating here!” He thought angrily. Jeremy could hear the Keanu Reeves doppelganger laughing in his head.

“You look as red as the lanterns in the lobby,” The Squip quipped. Jeremy groaned as he took another bite of pork. Why did it always do this?

“Embarrass you? It’s a form of revenge.”

“I wasn’t asking you.” He grumbled out loud. A quiet giggle dragged him out of the conversation with his computer. Jeremy leaned back once more to see Christine laughing. “What?!” He asked, annoyed.

Christine covered her mouth, giggling. “A-Are you talking to yourself cause you’re so lonely?”

Jeremy put a hand over his chest, acting as though he was offended. “How dare you! Talking to myself? Whatever could make me do that?” He held a confused face before letting his face fall. Christine got the hint.

“Yikes. You don’t think this place has Red Mountain Dew here, do you?” Jeremy gave her a look. “Okay, okay. Fair enough.” She shrugged before turning around. A murmur of talking ensued, ending with a mouthful of “what?!”

The squeak of the stool they had been sitting on could be heard as Michael made his way over. “Yo dude, are you okay? What’s it saying? Do I have to punch it again?” The poor teenager was so worried he was looking in the wrong pouch for the Red Mountain Dew apple juice boxes.

Jeremy laughed, guiding his boyfriend’s hands to the right zipper. “I’m fine, dude. It’s just being a nuisance.” And also teasing me about liking you.

“He doesn’t need to tease you about that. You show it anyway.”

Shit! Was that out loud?

“Jeremy, you’re still doing it.”

“Oh.”

The moment dragged on for a minute, just the two staring at each other before…

“Here.” Michael handed Jeremy a juice box. He nodded, drinking some.

“Jeremy, please reconsider this. You kno- oh! It hurt zzz when yo-oo! Ow! Jereeeeemeeeey.” The computer slowed to a stop leaving a distinct lack buzzing in Jeremy’s head.

“Thanks, Michael.” Jeremy gave him a hug. It was awkward though, as he was sitting down and Michael standing in front of him. Michael let out a laugh, gently shoving him away.

“We’re supposed to have no contact, remember?” Jeremy made a pouty face. Michael rolled his eyes. “How could I say no to that?” He cupped his hand on Jeremy’s face, pulling him up for a quick, sweet kiss. Jeremy smiled.

“Hey, you two!” A sharp, quiet voice came from their side. Both boys turned at the same time. The only problem with turning your heads at the same time is that they can impact. Hard. Christine sighed. “Even when you’re separated, you’re still adorably awkward nerds.”