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the-messenger-of-the-gods · 5 months ago

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— Chomp —

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: Little man gets the Chomp (no actual gore sry). After preparing to just be unceremoniously eaten, Riley finds he’s in for more than he expected—my first smut fic! Of course it’s for this shit lmao. Willing giantess vore, gets right into the smut, plenty of teasing and mouthplay, characters’ fates left vague, but they are reoccurring so safe to assume it’s digestion with reformation. Enjoy!

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Edit: Added names, because I slipped and made these guys ocs. They both start with R and lean gender neutral, so incase that’s confusing, Rori is the woman and Riley is the man. Also testing my luck with tumblr by getting rid of the ao3 link and putting the full fic here.

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Fingertips wrapping around one of his ankles, she lifted him up, up, up, until Riley was level with her face—no, not her face—her lips. The delayed vertigo of the upside-down trip up hit him all at once as she brought him not higher, but closer.

She stopped just millimeters shy of contact. A small exhale washed over him—a sigh of satisfaction. As if to say, Finally.

Riley held his breath. He expected at any moment, those lips would part and gigantic jaws would pull every ounce of him in with a single swallow. Imagining what it would be like made his hands start to shake.

Her lips twitched, but Riley couldn’t tell if it was in response—could she feel him trembling? Did she think it was terror? Hope? Excitement?

He had no time to find an answer—rather than moving him again, she closed the distance with her lips—softly. Very softly, as if trying to feel for certain where his face was. It dawned on him their faces were so close, she could not see his—she—and he—had to go almost purely off of sensation. The idea was rather thrilling as her lips brushed over Riley’s face, mapping out the details of his nose, brow ridge, mouth, cheeks, chin—committing them to memory. Savoring every last detail. It was both caring and keen, yet controlled in a way he could tell was holding back true desires.

Content, her lips stilled against his face. So close to him, Riley could not see them open, but he felt it—muscles tensing, he squeezed his eyes shut, waiting to pass through those massive lips into ravenous jaws; to be consumed, body and soul.

She breathed in—smelling him, maybe. Breathing in his fear. His anticipation.

His heart hammered furiously. Riley tilted his head against her lower lip—questioning—What are you waiting for? Eat me.

But all she did was let out a light-hearted scoff and push lips against him, harder this time.

A kiss.

Her lower lip cradled the top of his head. Her cupid’s bow grazed his chin. Against his skin, her lips pulled into an amused little smile.

“Hanging in there?” Rori whispered coyly, and for a moment Riley thought to struggle if it weren’t for all the blood going to his head.

“I thought you were going to eat me,” he breathed.

She tilted her head. “Do you want me to eat you?”

His face burned red, but it only made her grin. Through the blurriness of close proximity, Riley could see white—her teeth. His pulse quickened.

Rori removed her lips, and disappointment rushed over him like a wave of ice—disappointment—?

“I said—”

—He jumped as her voice appeared left of his head, just above his ear—

“—Do you want me to eat you?”

“I—” His mouth opened, but upside down, the words caught in his throat.

“Hm,” Rori mused, and her lips returned to his face—pressing over his mouth, his nose—and she held them there, just for a second long enough to make him panic. Before he could process it, she was pressing another kiss to him—the side of his face, his chin, the other side of his face—and then she began to move down, or rather, up, his body. His throat. His chest. The side of his ribcage. His thigh—and Riley realized not enough blood was flowing to his head.

But she was not done with him. Rori slowly turned him around in her fingertips, kissing between his shoulder blades, along his spine, his lower back—her lips tingling against the back of his knee made him jump. Nobody had ever kissed him there.

She dragged her lips over his entire body until his lungs heaved and his breath was ragged—the idea of being eaten now mostly forgotten, Riley desperately pushed his hips towards her, but found only cold, empty air as she skipped right over the almost painfully tight tenting in his boxers—again.

A frustrated noise escaped him, higher pitched than he would’ve expected. And as if this were exactly what she was waiting for, Rori pulled back just enough for him to see the wolffish grin on her face.

“Oh, god.”

She was on him again in an instant—this time, he was not met with lips, but her tongue. His short black hair was plastered to his face as she licked him from the top of his head to the top of his free foot, back down again, and then came back for more. This time, she left not a speck of him dry; not a single stretch of skin pure. No, this time, Rori let it be known: she was hungry.

She eagerly flicked her tongue over every part of him, the muscle rough from gigantic taste buds, yet each time her tongue dragged over his dick, it was not enough.

“Come back,” Riley struggled. “No—augh—come back here—please.”

Her breath rolled over him. She sucked on his hip, his shoulder blade, his elbow, his fingers, back again—finally, finally, lips pressed against his dick. The pressure and the friction of the wet fabric was good, but still not enough. He needed taste buds. Lips. Skin-to-skin.

Riley squirmed in her grasp, trying to twist himself against her lips at just the right angle.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.

Snickering, Rori seemed to get the hint. Pinching the band of his boxers between pursed lips, she pulled them past his knees, over one ankle, adjusted her grip, and then over the other ankle. She pulled her face back just enough for him to watch the dark fabric disappear between those lips and a moment later, Riley heard the swallow.

His heart caught in his throat, but between the blood rushing to his head and his dick, he couldn’t think straight enough to register what he’d just witnessed.

Rori licked him again, slow and sensual, enjoying his taste now that he was stripped bare. His heart fluttered as she gave his cock a kiss on the tip—then his blood froze as for a moment it seemed like she might use teeth, but thought better of it.

Turning Riley so he now faced away from her, Rori raised him to her lips to press another quick kiss to the back of his head—and then kept lifting him higher, tilting her head back. He twisted in her grasp to see her face and her stone-gray eyes caught his, half-lidded with lust yet strikingly collected. In control even as desire threatened to take over completely. In them, a dark, wicked glee twinkled playfully, and she gave him one long, last kiss.

The next time her lips rose to meet him, her teeth clamped onto either side of his head—not hard enough to break skin, but enough that a panicked shriek tried to claw its way out of him. Like his words, it died in his throat.

Riley bucked against her clutch, but she’d already moved along, releasing his head as the heat of her lips engulfed his throat, sliding past—her teeth grazed his shoulders, his arms, his torso, his ass. Her tongue found his dick again and her pace slowed, taking time to torture him by massaging it between his stomach and the thick, pulsating muscle. Taste buds rubbed against the head and he groaned.

Encouraged, Rori sucked on his entire upper body, lips and teeth locked around his knees and digging into his calves.

“Fuck!” Riley breathed, turning his face to the side so he could brace his head against her tongue. His hands found her bottom molars and gripped them for support—the one thing holding him up over the open abyss he couldn’t see but knew with absolution was there. Still, he dared to release one hand to wrap fingers around his aching cock. A desperate moan escaped him, moving his fist furiously. It wasn’t enough. Riley needed to feel her tongue—all of it, all at once—rub his entire body across every last taste bud—be the most delectable thing she’d ever tasted. The best. The most delicious morsel to ever grace her mouth. An unforgettable meal—snack—desert—whatever he was. To consume her mind with hunger and lust the same way he wanted—no, needed her to consume his, literally, figuratively, spiritually—

A particularly strong lick threatened to throw him off balance. Riley returned both hands to his grip on her teeth, opting to lean up and fuck full-force into the burning hot surface of her tongue. Grinding hips against pulsating taste buds. Trying to hold on.

Saliva pooled onto his head, over his arms, running down his back and collecting against the side of his face pressing into her tongue—the way it does when you need to swallow something.

Oh my god, she’s going to eat me! Riley realized, sliding back and forth against her tongue in a frenzy. I’m inside her fucking mouth and she’s going to eat me! Tease me like this, let me fuck like a desperate animal into her mouth, and then swallow me whole. Devour me. Make me hers—until there is nothing left.

Her breath was hot and heavy in his ears. Sweat and saliva clung to him. When he thrust up into her tongue, Rori sucked down on him like he was made of candy. His balls hitched.

“Fuck,” Riley groaned, unable to tell if she could even hear him with her mouth closed around him, over the roar of sex— “Cumming!”

She sucked down on his body harder than ever before. His arms shook and he lost his grip, her tongue rising to press his back to the ribbed roof of her mouth. His fingers ached, finding another handhold against the underside of her top teeth, desperate for the leverage to thrust with as much force as possible. Her taste buds seemed to squeeze his dick almost painfully. He was melting—Riley was melting. His brain and his body and his dick were melting into her mouth, wanting to stay there forever in the heat, in the dark, wet pleasure, fucking forever into her all-encompassing tongue. Too good. It was too good.

Rori moved her tongue—tasting his cum—tasting him, his sweat, his skin, how his little lungs sputtered as she picked up her unrelenting pace again. She flicked his throbbing dick and still-tugging balls, licking him from hole to tip. Anguished, Riley cried out as she drew out the last few sparks from his near-painful high, scraping warm, powerful flesh against an all-too sensitive cock. Playing with him. Toying with him. Pushing him just to feel how far one tiny little body could go. How much pleasure he could take.

Then, in an instant, the world shifted—her tongue tipped him over the side of her teeth and face-first into the smooth surface of the inside of her cheek. Scrambling to keep from falling, Riley gripped her teeth, using his knees to push off her gums and lay against the side of her cheek.

He could just barely make out her tongue moving to the roof of her mouth in the darkness—saliva ran past him to gather at the back of the throat and then—she swallowed.

From inside her mouth, the sound was loud and foreboding. Excess drool gone and tongue now free, Rori spoke.

“Do you—want me—to eat you?”

Riley struggled to catch his breath. His whole body ached like he’d run a marathon. He could tell even without seeing it, his skin was red and raw from her mouth’s manhandling. Her lips now parted properly, he could see into the back of her mouth. Her uvula hung like an ominous marker, almost like an arrow pointing down. The muscles of her throat danced with the rise and fall of her breath—making it impossible to ignore the walls of this cave were alive.

He flinched in surprise as Rori poked his side with her tongue. The same tongue she’d just railed him to hell with.

Riley looked at his hand, anchored in place in the grooves of a tooth the size of his head. All she needed do was close that powerful jaw and his hand would be crushed, the rest of him trapped between her teeth and the inside of her cheek. A living prison, but nothing like what awaited him below.

Air sucked in past him and then out just as rapidly—a sigh. Something tensed around his ankle, still outside her mouth, and Riley realized with a jolt she’d never let go of him—the entire time he’d dangled over the giant, hungry expanse of her throat, she’d never lost control over where he was going, even for a second.

Carefully, Rori readjusted her grip to flip him over. Her tongue helped guide him away from teeth as she pulled him from her mouth—up and up, until she could make successful eye contact.

The cold of the outside air on his wet skin made Riley shiver, like he might never be truly warm again. A little disoriented from the change in surroundings—still upside down, too—he attempted to wrap arms around himself and darted his eyes toward hers. He tried not to think about how they watched every minuscule movement. He felt his dick twitch.

Rori arched a brow. Something told him she would not ask the question again. Her eyes were far too focused for someone who’d just sucked off not just his dick but over half his entire body—focused like an owl on its prey, gliding down silently from the dark. Like a creature perfectly poised to hunt. It was no doubt she had him, from start to finish.

“Do you want to—to eat me?” Riley managed, relieved his tone sounded mostly even.

That same darkness glittered in her cool gray eyes. A hunger. Not for survival, but for enjoyment. Swallowing him, devouring his whole being because she could—no, not just because she could. Ravaging him because she wanted to—to claim his body as hers. Lock him up inside her own. Consume him entirely.

“What do you think?” She offered dryly.

He paused.

“I can’t believe you didn’t do it sooner,” he confessed, feeling his shoulders drop. He couldn’t tell now if he was still shivering from the cold or the look she was giving him.

Rori wet her lips. From his ankle, she lowered him again. His hands reached out to meet her lips, and her tongue flicked out over them.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she whispered, and Riley leaned in in anticipation. He could feel his pulse, hammering wildly over the heavy drum of her own, beating beneath the warmth of her skin. Her breath was heavy with need. Rori sucked in a short laugh. “You look so cute like that—little and wide-eyed. And,” he met her eyes, so close to their prize, “I wish you could really know—you taste so good scared.”

She let go of his ankle. Finally, those jaws snapped open. The heat washed over him. The darkness took him. The wet clung to him. Her tongue rolled him, fully coating him in saliva as it pooled. For the first time, he was fully and completely inside her mouth—all he could hear was her mouth; feel was her mouth; licking and sucking and spinning and marking him with her spit, her skin, her soul.

He felt her savoring him. Cock hard and in hand, Riley rubbed both it and his face against her tongue, pressing as much of himself into the taste buds as possible—desperate to be savored.

Taste me. Taste me. Remember me—remember how good I taste. Remember how good I am.

Her tongue gave him an appreciative little flick; maybe a thank-you for being such a sweet little treat. Then, it pushed him to the roof of her mouth—gasping, Riley looked down at where he knew was the waiting second entrance. Finally, the impossibly loud swallow rumbled through every inch of his being and smooth, tight muscles engulfed him as she made him utterly and irrevocably hers.

You taste so good scared.

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kaondecay · 1 year ago

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a couple little vol 7 thoughts featuring vashwood brainrot 😎✌️

man this scene makes my brain itch on so many different levels lmao, like on the surface level wtf wolfwood!! we’ve just had all these chapters explicitly digging into how vash has a Problem where he tries to hide his pain under empty smiles- and in fact wolfwood clocked that about him pretty much instantly back when they first met! so of course badgering him about ~looking sad~ (especially when he started the page with a neutral to mildly glum expression) is just gonna make him try harder to cover it up, and that’s exactly what he does with that stupid little smile on the second page 😔

but wolfwood’s whole point here is that that shit isn’t gonna work on him no matter how hard vash tries! unfortunately wolfwood is also emotionally constipated as hell, so it comes out as aggression and teasing rather than anything genuine.

actually i just gotta revisit that earlier moment here because the contrast is just fascinating lmao

like goddamn wolfwood really came in hot with the sincerity in that first meeting, how did we go from that to this?? was it just because they were strangers then, and wolfwood thought he could get away with saying shit like that because their paths might never cross again? this was also before ww got his assignment from Knives- did he not know this was the boss’s brother? he probably didn’t realize the twins’ inhumanity at that point either… he’s had a lot to grapple with over the course of this assignment, both re: the twins’ apocalyptic power, and the fact that he has to betray vash at the end of it, that would naturally create a need for emotional distance. allowing honesty and attachment with vash puts too much at risk.

so really, given that very high-stakes need for distance, it’s telling that wolfwood still can’t help expressing his awareness of vash’s suffering & investment in cheering him up, even if it comes out in such a ridiculous way lol

it also seems like a clumsy/oblique way of trying to reassure vash that he’s still a person? vash’s inhuman nature has come more to the forefront lately- losing control in the dragon’s nest, regaining the memory of all the death he caused in july, catching that bullet with a feather only for the whole town to turn against him for it- and it’s clearly been weighing on him. so wolfwood acknowledges that angle by calling him all those awful things- “the legendary devil gunman, the humanoid typhoon”- but immediately discredits them by pointing out vash’s softheartedness.

idk i also have one more little bit of brainrot about the moment they share leaving the bar, acknowledging that things are about to get serious with Knives

like goddamn there’s so much meaning packed into that exchange!! it’s the closest they really come to acknowledging their whole “you know i know you know” deal around wolfwood’s assignment. (hah, “i told you from the start…”, fuck. ) like, openly telling vash that knives sent him would break the plausible deniability that wolfwood is simply fulfilling his mission, and that would put the orphanage in danger. at the same time, he has been 0% subtle and never actually *lied* to vash about it either- the few times vash has asked direct questions, wolfwood has given him vague answers or conspicuous silence and allowed him to draw his own conclusions.

so this seems like their weird twisty way of setting mutual expectations for what’s going to happen next. wolfwood is vash’s “guide”, no more and no less- he has enough insider information to bring vash safely to his brother’s door, but past that point wolfwood will stay out of the confrontation. it’s the one thing wolfwood and both brothers all agree is best, whether they like it or not. god wolfwood’s face in that last panel kills me

i am absolutely normal about this

#trigunbookclub #trigun #trigun maximum #vashwood #hhhhhhhhhhhh losing my goddamn mind abt these 2

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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Yandere romantic concepts for Legoshi from Beastars? I'm surprised this wasn't requested yet lmao

Honestly, same. Now, I'm a bit rusty with Beastars so I apologize if he's OOC. Here you go! You're both animals but I kept it vague.

Yandere! Legoshi/Legosi Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Obsession, Brief mentions of jealousy, Slightly clingy behavior, Slight delusional behavior, Violence, Overprotective behavior, Blood, Dubious relationship, Mentions of being feral, Implied murder, He doesn't mean to be scary.

Legoshi falls into the category of yandere that could be terrifying, just tries not to.

He's a wolf and by nature he can be intimidating.

Although Legoshi does everything in his power to appear less intimidating to everyone including his darling.

For the most part Legoshi is awkward and nervous around the idea of a crush.

Essentially how he acts when in love would be comparable to how he feels for Haru in the show and manga.

He's awkward and new to his feelings and vows to do his best to protect you.

Legoshi is capable of doing harm but he limits it to when you and/or him are in danger.

The wolf would never harm his darling, carnivore or herbivore....

He'd rather die than have to live with the fact he hurt you.

Legoshi is Obsessive, Caring, Overprotective, Impulsive, Patient, and Intimidating at times.

For the most part he's awkward and out of the way.

He isn't a very confrontational yandere, reclusive or his more social arc, which is partly what makes him safe compared to others.

He's also relatively down-to-earth and isn't usually delusional.

Legoshi truly is an obedient yandere who listens to his darling.

For a wolf he can be submissive to his beloved.

Legoshi usually likes to stay out of the way and watch his darling.

He likes to see you smile and speak with friends.

There's times he gets jealous but he usually isn't too aggressive about it.

He does like being included in what you are doing, however.

Legoshi is incredibly happy when he finally befriends his crush.

He was scared he'd scare you off due to being a wolf.

Yet you aren't, not by much at least if you are.

You've heard from others Legoshi is a kind and polite wolf which allows you to warm up to him.

Legoshi is definitely a yandere who reacts to compliments and praises from his darling.

The wolf is startled and awkward at first but soon accepts it.

His face never stops feeling heated and his tail is wagging after that.

Speaking of which, the wolf's tail gives away how he feels about you.

It's always wagging when he sees you and you can also notice his ears perk up when you're around.

Legoshi is obsessive over you and it's mostly due to the fact he overthinks.

Legoshi finds his mind and thoughts drifting to you throughout the day.

Which leads to embarrassment as now others are asking why his tail is wagging so much.

Legoshi would be a lovestruck yandere who's mostly innocent with his obsession.

He thinks of his crush on you as innocent and normal even when he follows you around at a distance at times.

It's not like he wants to hurt anyone over you, intentionally at least

Legoshi is caring towards his darling.

He truly tries not to be intimidating around you and shows he adores you.

Even when he eventually tries to make a relationship work he's more caring and loving than ever.

Legoshi wants nothing more than to make his darling happy.

He'll provide for you, stay around to comfort you, protect you... he wants everything to do with you.

He'd plan out a vague guideline of your future but it ends up being trashed multiple times due to how hectic his life is.

Legoshi isn't usually possessive in the beginning.

As a carnivore he has his moments, especially towards an herbivore! darling, yet for the most part he's just protective.

As a result he's almost never seen too far from you and often obsessively asks how you're doing.

He is not the most devious Beastars yandere.

Due to his nature he isn't very intense.

Legoshi may accidentally scare you at times but he desperately tries to have you forgive him.

Any forceful gesture is most of the time on accident.

He forgets his own strength at times.

Legoshi doesn't mind getting messy if it means saving you.

For Haru in the show, Legoshi would get his fur covered in blood.

The same goes for his darling.

Legoshi can go feral if your're threatened.

Biting, clawing... you name it.

He's more of a protective wolf compared to how I write Juno (a possessive wolf).

If he scares you then he tries his best to comfort you.

Even if he did lose control and did something violent out of jealousy or anything similar... he vows he'd never hurt you.

He just hates the smell of others on you. He just wants to keep you safe, that's all!

Legoshi is impulsive and doesn't think things through all the time.

This can happen when he fully relies on instincts around you or messes up an attempt at getting you to date him for some examples.

He gets a bit too eager at times.

Despite his inner instincts howling at Legoshi to just take you for himself, he tries to be a patient wolf.

He'd wait forever for the chance to have you.

Any sort of possessive behavior from Legoshi is caused by his more feral instincts.

The smell of his darling makes him yearn for you.

This makes him a bit more determined to date you, based on the type of yandere he is, you most likely will accept without much fuss.

Legoshi would never kidnap.

Murder is only done if it is a life or death situation.

Legoshi fights to protect you, deep down that's truly all he wants for his beloved darling. To protect and care for you.

It's when his instincts bubble up that his intentions turn much darker.

#yandere beastars #yandere legoshi #yandere legosi #yandere beastars legoshi #yandere beastars legosi

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freeuselandonorris · 7 months ago

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omg please director’s commentary on oscar’s thoughts/feelings/vibes/happy valley rewatch for is it cold in the water? please? 🙏

EXCELLENT QUESTION omg. is it cold in the water? is my fetid little kidnap kink fic and probably the most 'personal' kink fic i've ever written but i don't often think about CNC from the other side!

okay, under the cut for length and also cw for discussion of CNC and kidnap kink.

so i think the only way oscar would be able to easily conceptualise being the 'aggressor' in a CNC scene is to essentially create a sort of character for himself, not in the sense that he's acting exactly (i think he'd be far too self-conscious to do any sort of dramatic roleplay) but more that he'd sort of have to externalise it and figure out the motivations and behaviours of this other, fictional Bad Oscar because he wouldn't quite be able to picture himself doing it.

i think i've mentioned before that i imagine lando figures out what kinks he wants to try out by going absolutely kamikaze in the pornhub tags, whereas oscar reads the wikipedia page list of paraphilias in his spare time. he likes to research!

but with CNC, because he kind of feels like he needs that external character self, just reading about it isn't really helping him. and maybe lando mentioned something vague like "yeah it's hot in films and that innit, getting tied to a chair and your mouth taped up and that" and that triggers oscar to think about the kidnap scene in the first episode of happy valley.

(side note: the happy valley thing is maybe the most egregious bit of personal fanservice i've ever put into one of my own fics because the kidnap and torture/threat scenes at the beginning of the first series make me FERAL. so glad other people enjoyed it lmao)

anyway so oscar would basically have watched those episodes back and studied up, both to get ideas of what he could do and how he could translate that into safer stuff to do to lando (hence the pillowcase over the head instead of just duct taping his actual skin/hair) but also to get ideas of how tommy lee royce acts and why it's threatening but also kind of attractive. which is why the persona he adopts is very cold and cruel and almost mocking (that bit in HV where TLR asks "are you a virgin?" in that sly way was VERY influential on oscar's dialogue).

i think when it's actually happening in the moment, he surprises himself with how much he gets into it, in a similar way to how lando is shocked by how difficult it is to remember that the threat isn't real. he's always in control of himself and there's a bit of him that's constantly watching lando to make sure he's safe and isn't getting genuinely hurt, but he likes seeing lando so helpless and scared, and it means that by the end of it he's acting more on instinct (i don't think coming on the pillowcase across his face would have been planned in advance, for instance). that's partly why he gets a bit of top drop himself afterwards, because he'd sort of imagined that he'd have more emotional distance from it all than he has in reality.

final tidbit: the most stressful part of the entire thing for him is stealing the zipties from the garage. it's done on the spur of the moment, but he's petrified someone's going to see him and ask what he's doing because he can't think of any plausible excuse why he might need a handful of big zip ties and also they're really hard to hide about his person and he's sure everyone can see them tucked inside his hoodie.

FANX i love thinking about this 'verse so very much. need to go and rewatch the first two episodes of happy valley now for personal reasons.

#tysm i hope you enjoy this ESSAY dear god #fic meta #answered

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quaranmine · 9 months ago

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Your word-of-god on my theory is driving me UP THE WALL!

Ok, so let me make a timeline here, let me know if I'm wrong at any point.

He leaves his campsite on the 12th for a day hike, taking minimal supplies with him. He gets hopelessly lost and takes temporary shelter under some low-hanging tree limbs for the night.

He finds the mountainside where he fell early on the 13th and, with a pair of binoculars, can see the creek in the distance. Let's say the rangers and medical examiner were correct, and he was heading to the creek because, at this point, he's probably in the early stages of dehydration (his presumed cause of death)

He tries to climb down safely, and we all know how that went. He makes it as far as he can on a broken leg and possibly numerous superficial injuries that wouldn't have been evident a year later for obvious reasons. He takes shelter under the overhang and... never leaves.

Grian reports Mumbo missing on the 16th when he misses checking in.

Grian leaves Colorado and subsequently arrives in Cody, WY to join the search on the 17th and is immediately forcibly subjected to a nap.

At this point, Mumbo has been under that overhang for the better part of five days. If he was already dehydrated, even mildly, before he even fell, and especially if he lost a medically significant amount of blood from any abrasions or lacerations suffered during the fall...

There is a significant probability that Mumbo was already dead by the time Grian joined the search.

Grian never had a chance of finding him alive, did he?

Damn...

OOOO

Okay so your timeline is a bit different than mine. But I'd like to note—my idea of what happened to Mumbo in general is actually pretty vague. It was one of those things where it didn't actually matter much to the plot since it would never fully be known. Also it made me sad to think about LMAO (imagine that.) Actually though? I had a draft of chapter 11 where when Grian was unknowingly retracing Mumbo's steps, it would be intercut with italics/otherwise clearly formatted Mumbo moments. So that you could see both of their stories converge. I scrapped it because I disliked the ~3 paragraphs I'd written for Mumbo and never came back to it.

So, the dates for this can be whatever you want (12th or 13th) since the specifics don't matter much. I think the main difference is that I didn't have Mumbo getting lost as the first step, I had it as the second. This means that I had Mumbo leaving the trail intentionally to get water, and getting lost on the way. In my scenario yes, the rangers were right about him heading to the creek.

I mainly had this idea because of my experiences with backpacking in Big Bend. Namely, it's just....very, very, very hard to bring enough water on a trip like that. So people bring water filters. When hiking the South Rim in Big Bend, you can refill your bottles at Boot Spring (though you shouldn't rely on it having water since it's the desert.) I have done this before. (Pictured: my dad lol)

I figured that Mumbo probably needed to refill his water (Grian stated he left no bottles at camp, not just that they were empty, so he would've brought comparatively a lot for a day hike. So maybe he planned on refilling them later in the day.) I figured that maybe he just....didn't want to completely overshoot his camp to go back to the creek he crossed a day or two before. Maybe he thought his off-trail route was shorter. Maybe he was confident he could find the trail again. It doesn't matter, all that matters is it brought him to the place where he fell. Or maybe, related to what you said—maybe he made this somewhat silly decision because he was already dehydrated.

From that point on, I think the rest of your timeline matches with mine. You are right that they wouldn't be able to tell any other superficial injuries a year later. Actually, I've got no idea if they would be able to tell it was dehyrdation that did it after that long. That's MY idea of what happened. But probably it would have been more accurate for the rangers to file it under a general blanket of exposure/infection from injuries/dehydration.

I can't say if Mumbo was dead or not by the time Grian joined the search. You're 100% correct that it's very possible. The only reason I don't confirm is that I don't know the timeline myself, nor does the timeline really matter that much, since even if he was alive when the search started, it would've only taken a day or two more before he wasn't. And since he wasn't in the search radius....You are right that Grian never had a chance.

But I think it's less sad that way, honestly. Devastating still of course. I just think it's worse to linger for weeks when nobody is looking in the right place.

#also in regards to timelines. it won't matter what's correct if viewed through the lense of outsider pov/general public #cause nobody else but us as writers/readers know the real truth #everyone living inside the story would never know which one of these two timelines in this post were the real one; they'd only have to gues #also i love ur wording of grian being forcibly subjected to nap that's Exactly what happened lol #i think. being involved in SAR. is probably at least partially as much about how you interact with the families as it is the finding #(and grian for this purpose counts as the family)#they're like okay. go get some sleep. we dont need to have to rescue TWO people today!#quara asks #hc_firewatch_au #death tw

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drabbles-mc · 2 years ago

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Nothing New (Part 2)

EZ Reyes x OFC (Lola Ortega)

Part 1 can be found Here

For Day 22 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: "Let's get you cleaned up."

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, blood/injury

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I think about these two all the time. My brain has been Bad lately so hopefully this still came out okay. I just. I love their angst and their constant push and pull. I want to make life easy for them but I can't lmao

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The weeks that followed their last discussion felt precarious. It felt like there were still eggshells hidden around, waiting for one of them to step on them and reduce it to shatters. The distance that time had put between them was hard enough to traverse, but the extra miles that EZ was manufacturing to keep her away just seemed cruel, salt in an already-aggravated wound.

She could deal with limbo, to a certain extent. She expected it, even, as they got back into knowing each other. The usual routine for reconnecting with old friends had gotten thrown out the window the first night they saw each other after so many years apart, so now they were back-tracking and trying to do it over the right way this time. It wasn’t as easy as they’d hoped, especially with the bumps they’d already hit in the road, but they were determined to figure it out.

They existed in the space between friends and something more. It would’ve been simple enough to pretend that their first night together didn’t happen, or that it was just a mistake borne from too much alcohol and too many years apart. But the truth was that neither of them wanted that. Even EZ, for all of his self-sabotage, wasn’t ready to let her go now that he’d had her like that.

But that didn’t mean that he was ready to let her in, either. The push-and-pull of that muddied the waters, kept things from being simple. He could feel himself doing it, too, but he couldn’t seem to make himself stop. There were a lot of things that EZ still didn’t get into with her. He said precious little about the club. Part of her understood that, understood that there was a lot that happened with the club that anyone who didn’t wear a kutte wasn't allowed to know the ins and outs of. But she still wanted to get a better picture of what it was all about now, what this huge new part of EZ’s life meant for him, and for her, if she decided to stick around.

When EZ had left her apartment the day before, the last thing he said to he was that he’d let her know when he was back safe at the clubhouse. He didn’t say where he was going, didn’t say why, and Lola didn’t ask him to tell her either of those things. She knew that she was going to be met with vague answers, so she took what she had been given. That was well over twenty-four hours ago now, though, and from the way he had been talking it didn’t sound like whatever it was that he was doing was going to take that long. But she’d gone to work, come back home, and done it all over again all without hearing anything from him. So now she was back to sitting on her bed, trying not to overthink it all.

Letting out a deep sigh, she reached over and grabbed her phone off her nightstand, scrolling to the last text message she’d sent him. She sent it late the night before when she could feel herself finally about to go to sleep. Just a short, simple, “Hope everything is okay” that she never got a reply to.

She toyed with the phone in her hands for a few moments before hitting the call button. Part of her knew better than to get her hopes up that he would answer, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

After a long series of rings, she was met with the automated voice telling her that the person she was trying to reach wasn’t available. The couple seconds before the beep had Lola wondering if it was even worth it to leave a voicemail for him. If he didn’t have time to answer a text, it wasn’t more likely that he was going to give her a call back. Taking a deep breath, she managed to end the call just before the beep sounded.

She let her phone drop onto her comforter, running her hands over her face and back through her hair. Suddenly the stillness and silence of her apartment felt like a bad omen, like a calm before the storm. She didn’t know if that feeling would be more or less intense if she actually knew what the hell EZ and the rest of the club were getting into.

Another hour went by, and there was still nothing. No text, no call, no EZ miraculously showing up and knocking at her apartment door. If he hadn’t promised she’d hear from him, she wouldn’t be worrying so much. They were grown, they could go a couple days without talking—they didn’t owe each other anything when it came to that. But he was the one who had said he’d be in touch, and now it was radio silence.

Letting out a groan, she yanked the blanket off her legs, kicking it so that it bunched up at the foot of her bed. Swinging her legs over, Lola got up and made her way over to her dresser, changing out of her pajamas, trading in her comfortable shorts for jeans, swapping out one tank top for another. She swiped her phone off the bed, stuffing it into the pocket of her jeans as she left the comfort of her bedroom. She barely slowed down enough to slip her boots on, too focused on grabbing her bag and her keys and getting out of the apartment. It was a miracle that she remembered to lock the door behind her.

It felt unnaturally dark out when she pulled up to the scrapyard. They had a few scattered lights throughout the compound, something between a street-lamp and a light pulled from a high school football field. The light cast off from them just seemed to emphasize the rest of the darkness that was surrounding them.

Putting her car in park, she hopped out. The small handful of times that she’d been there, the gate had been open. She frowned as she looked at the heavy metal, wondering how she was supposed to get herself on the other side of it. Even in her younger more reckless days, that was one gate that she wouldn’t have been able to hop even if she had been stupid enough to try.

Raking her nails back along her scalp, she tried to figure out what her next plan of action was. It wasn’t like she could just call EZ to come and let her in. The fact that it was so quiet had her thinking that no one was around. Then it became a question of whether she was going to wait and hope someone turned up, or if she was just going to go all the way back home to sit and worry there instead.

Just as she was about to slump down and sit in front of the gate, she heard the rattling of the office door being pulled open. She froze, feeling hopeful and like she was trespassing at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited to see who it was that would be walking out.

The man was whistling, eyes on the ground as he watched his step leaving the building. It was only when he lifted his gaze to turn around that he noticed Lola’s car. Then, looking around, he noticed Lola. His eyes grew wide, but he didn’t flinch.

Lola had no idea who he was, but the Romero Brother’s shirt that he was wearing gave her a little bit of hope. Clearing her throat, she walked over to him. “Hi.”

“The scrapyard is closed,” he said, studying her like he was trying to figure out if he was supposed to know her.

“I know. I, um,” she didn’t know how much she should say, “I’m looking for EZ. He’s my…he’s a friend.”

“A friend,” he repeated.

She nodded. “Yea.” Both of them stood there awkwardly for a moment before Lola realized that she should probably tell this guy who she was. “Sorry.” She held her hand out, not batting an eye at his prosthetics. “I’m Lola.”

“Lola,” he said, like he was turning the word over in his mind. “I’m Chucky.” He paused. “EZ isn’t here.”

Apparently he’d gotten the memo about giving vague answers. “Right. Okay. I just, I’ve been waiting to hear from him and…nothing.”

He frowned at the worry in her expression. “I don’t know where they are.”

She believed that. She just didn’t know what she was supposed to do now. “O-okay. Thank you, Chucky.”

“Do you want to wait here?” he offered.

She couldn’t hide the relief on her face. “That would be great, yea.”

He gave a small nod before walking past her towards the gate. “No one else is here. I’m sure they won’t mind.”

She wasn’t as sure about that as he was, but she wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. After she’d pulled her car in and parked it off to the side out of the way of the clubhouse, she found herself standing in the empty lot, feeling much more out of place than she already had, which she wasn’t quite sure was possible. Chucky lingered with her for a few minutes, clearly unsure about whether or not he should be leaving her there alone.

They were each seated on the steps that led up to the clubhouse, and Lola was about to apologize for holding him up, making his late night even later. However before she could, the sound of motorcycle engines cut through the silence in the air. Both their heads snapped to look towards the gate. Sure enough, hardly a few minutes later, the entire entourage of bikes, and the van, all came rolling in.

Chucky was up on his feet in a second, making his way towards where they were all starting to line up their bikes. Lola managed to get herself to her feet, but she hung back by the steps. She knew that she probably wasn’t supposed to be here for any of this. The less noticeable she made herself, the better.

She watched from the sidelines as each of the men began to dismount their bikes, taking their helmets off in the process. She saw Angel first, which was reassuring. A couple of the other men she didn’t exactly know but she’d seen them before when she stopped by to see EZ. Everyone looked exhausted, beat up in one way or another. However, as the sound of bike engines started to die off, all of them beginning to fall silent, she still had yet to see EZ. Her nails were nearly drawing blood from her palms as she clenched her fists at her side.

None of the guys seemed to notice her as they talked among themselves. Lola watched with bated breath, tears starting to well in her eyes as she waited for any clue as to what the hell was going on. She watched as Angel walked around to the back of the van, sighing as he yanked the back doors of it open.

“Alright, Boy Scout,” he said, sounding more exhausted than anything as he reached to help his brother stumble out the back of the van, “let’s go.”

“EZ?” the name came falling out of Lola’s mouth before she could stop it. Not especially loud, but the surprised yet concerned lilt in her voice caused everyone to turn and look at her.

It was only then that Chucky spoke up, turning and looking at EZ who was leaning on his brother for support, breaking the tense silence with, “Lola came looking for you.”

Angel tried to choke back a chuckle, knowing that it wasn’t the time or the place. EZ just shook his head, peeling his gaze off of Lola and looking at the man who had a knack for pointing out the obvious, “Thanks, Chucky.”

He took that as his cue to leave, giving a nod to the rest of the men who were standing around before taking off back towards the gate to leave. Lola started to make her way towards where everyone was standing, while most of the men started to disperse, heading for the clubhouse. Lola passed by them all without a word as she walked up to Angel and EZ.

“What are you doing here?” EZ asked when she walked up to him.

She frowned at his tone even though she knew it was coming. “I—”

“She’s helping me carry your ass to the trailer,” Angel cut her off, knowing that this was going to turn into an argument that he didn’t want to be part of. He looked at Lola before nodding at EZ. “Help me out.”

Lola was about to loop her arm around the other side of him when EZ waved her off. “I’m good.”

Angel rolled his eyes as the three of them slowly made their way towards EZ’s trailer. “Yea, you’re good. That’s why Creep had to ride your bike the rest of the way back.”

“What happened?” Lola asked, not able to contain her worry, her curiosity.

“Nothing,” EZ’s response came immediately, a knee-jerk reaction as he limped along.

Angel didn’t have the same reservations as he did. “He wiped out. Smacked his head off the blacktop.”

EZ rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t that bad. Leg hurts worse than my head, honestly.”

“Yea,” Angel said with a scoff, “that’s because you’re missing some skin that’s supposed to be there.”

“Jesus,” Lola said quietly, going a few strides ahead of them so that she could pull open the door of EZ’s trailer.

EZ shot his brother a look. “Do you have to make it worse?”

Angel chuckled, shaking his head. “You do that just fine on your own with her, Little Brother.” He paused as he and EZ both awkwardly maneuvered up the stairs. “All those brains and you’re still a fuckin’ idiot.”

Lola only heard the latter comment, and it got an eye-roll out of her even if she wanted to laugh a little bit. “Angel…”

He dropped EZ rather unceremoniously onto the mattress, holding his hands up in surrender once he was done. “He’s your problem now.” He pulled her into a quick hug, and even through the brief gesture she could feel how tired he was. “You good?”

It took Lola a second to realize that Angel was talking to her, not EZ. Clearing her throat, she nodded. “Of course. Go and get some rest.”

“Yea,” he lightly squeezed her shoulder as he pulled away from her. He stepped past EZ as he reached for the door. “Call if you need me.”

EZ nodded, knowing that he wasn’t going to be doing that. “I will.” Once the door clattered shut behind Angel, EZ turned his attention back to Lola. He winced as he moved, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. “What are you doing here?”

“I got worried.”

“I told you I’d let you know—”

“And then you didn’t.”

“Well I wasn’t back.” There was more venom to his statement than he meant for there to be, but he didn’t apologize for it.

He wasn’t wrong, technically. He hadn’t reached out to say he made it back, because he hadn’t made it back. But that also wasn’t the real issue at play here. They both knew that, and Lola wasn’t going to let EZ try and turn their argument into something that it wasn’t.

“I was worried. I’m…I’m allowed that.”

“You can’t just be showing up here,” he said as he shook his head at her.

“You’d have more of a right to be upset about all of this if you were actually okay. But you’re not. I was right to worry this time.”

He shook his head. “I know. But I don’t,” he sighed, eyes dropping to the floor for a moment before looking back up at her, “I don’t want you involved in all this shit, Lola.”

“I’m not involved.”

“If you’re here, you’re involved,” he shot back.

The statement gave her pause. She figured that the reason he made the trek to her place more often than not was because there was just more room, felt a little more like a home than his trailer did. She figured that not really wanting her around the guys from the club was part of it, she just didn’t realize how big of a part it was.

“Well,” she shook her head as she started to gather up things to clean out the road rash that was only partially covered by his torn jeans, “I’m going to have to get involved eventually.”

“Why?”

Her brows furrowed as she looked over at him. “Are you planning on leaving the club anytime soon?”

“No, but—”

“And I’m not leaving you,” she cut him off, soft but firm. “So. You know…yea.”

For just a moment his angry façade cracked and real worry shone through. “What if something happened to you?”

She shook her head at him as she brought her things over. “Seems like you’re the only one who has things happening to them.” She held her hand out to help him up. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He winced a bit but otherwise held his tongue as he allowed her to help him up, trying to keep his weight off of the leg that took the brunt of the damage. If he didn’t know better he’d think that something in his hip got put in the wrong place with how much it hurt to try and move.

When EZ was sitting back down, she set about trying to clean his leg out the best that she could. She knew that there would be no getting him to the doctor over this, so she didn’t even bother trying. “Did you really just wipe out?” she asked as she cleaned.

He sighed, head dropping back so he was staring up at the ceiling. “Lola, don’t.”

“Ezekiel, come on. Even if I wasn’t here tonight, I would’ve seen this,” she gestured to his leg, “eventually. And I would ask then.”

“I know you think you wanna know all of this, know this part of me, but I’m telling you, you d—”

“How long are you going to be using that excuse?” she asked, wanting to sound angrier than she did. Tears started to gather at the edges of her eyes. “How long do I have to stay before you trust me?”

“We’ve hardly known each other for a month.”

She sat back on her heels at that, hurt all over her face. “That’s not true. You know that’s not true. I, I grew up three streets away from you! You played baseball with my brother all throughout high school! Don’t,” her voice shook as she tried not to let it crack, “don’t act like none of that matters.”

“It doesn’t,” he said, shaking his head, “Not when it comes to this.”

They both fell silent after that. Lola finished cleaning and wrapping his leg without much of an issue. She heard him hiss in pain a few times but she knew that if she tried to offer him any words of comfort she was just going to get herself worked up. Having the work to focus on for a bit was good, something to keep her emotions in check.

When she was done, she got up and went to wash her hands in his kitchen sink, still not saying anything to him. EZ watched her, and he couldn’t deny that he felt a wave of guilt over it all. He knew she meant well, that she cared. He knew that she wasn’t just going to walk away, but that’s what made it all so much more difficult for him. She wasn’t the type to turn tail and run out on someone when things got difficult, she never had been. Sticking by him when they were kids had been one thing, it’d been easy—there was no real danger back then. But now there was, and he didn’t want to be the one responsible for hurting her, destroying a life that she’d spent the last ten years building for herself.

“Thank you,” he finally said.

She nodded as she dried her hands. “You’re welcome.”

There was a long pause before he asked, “Are you gonna head back?”

She shrugged—she hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Do you want me to stay?”

It felt selfish to say yes after all that he’d said to her. But he also had to think that if she didn’t want to stay, she wouldn’t have given him the option. “If you want.”

A sad, tired smile tried to lift the ends of her mouth. “Okay.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment as she went and grabbed one of his shirts to wear, letting her clothes land in a pile on the floor. She watched as EZ shrugged off his kutte and put it off to the side before peeling his shirt off over his head. He let that fall in the pile with her things as well. When he looked back at her, any calm he might’ve felt over the sight of her there, with him, wearing his things, was erased when he saw the way her eyes were taking in the bruises scattered on his body.

Without either of them saying a word about it, she crawled into bed beside him, neither of them minding the tight fit. She tried to carefully position herself around him so that she wouldn’t aggravate any of his injuries.

After a few minutes of laying there in silence with EZ’s hand lightly trailing up and down her back, Lola said, “I know…I know you look at my life and think that you shouldn’t be part of it.”

He exhaled, visibly deflating. “Lola…”

Propping herself up on her elbow, she looked at him. “You can’t keep using my life against me, using it as an excuse to keep me at arm’s-length.”

He toyed with the ends of her hair that were laying on his chest as she leaned over him. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to protect me from you. If anything,” her hand grazed over the scar running down his arm, “I should be protecting you from you.”

He let out a quiet chuckle at that. “Maybe.”

There was a beat of silence before the heaviness returned. “I don’t want whatever this, we, turn out to be, I don’t want it to be a fight every step of the way. It doesn’t have to be like that.”

“I know.”

She shook her head, bringing her hand so that it was cupping the side of his face. “Then you gotta stop fighting me, Ezekiel.”

He rested his hand over hers. “I’m trying, I’m just,” he let out a small laugh, “really bad at it.”

For the first time since he’d left, Lola felt the knot in her stomach start to go away. “Yea, I see that.” She let him weave his fingers through hers. “Pendejo,” she said softly with a shake of her head.

“You’re the one who said you wanna stick around,” he said, a smile on his face despite the exhaustion.

Allowing herself to lie down next to him again, she let her cheek rest against his chest. She pulled her hand away from his face and let her arm drape across him. “I do. And I will.” She felt the ride of the scar on his stomach beneath her palm. “I promise.”

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auryborealis · 8 months ago

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For the OC prompt list: 🐱🦀💖

oc x canon ask game! (always accepting >:D)

🐱: Do they have pet names for each other, if so what are they? How does their partner feel about their pet name?

Of course Sanji has pet names for Yuna lol. The ones he frequently uses are: mon ange, mon coeur, mon étolie, and my goddess. At first, Yuna just casually accepted them since she expected it as part of Sanji's flirty personality but once they actually got together, she becomes more amused by them (especially the "goddess" one) but secretly enjoys them.

While Yuna isn't someone who often uses pet names (if ever), she thought that it was unfair to Sanji if she didn't have one for him. She even shares this worry with him and although he reassures her that he doesn't mind, after some thinking, she calls him "[my] dearest" and he almost bursts in happy tears. She'll also call him "my prince." Either one gets the tip of his ears to flush.

🫶: Who ended up falling first? Which of them actually realized that they’d fallen in love first? (answering this instead of 💖 since it's not on the list)

While I want to say obviously Sanji given how we all know he goes immediately hearteyes over any pretty girl, I think the first one to actually go from the "infatuation/crush" stage to "in love" - as well as realize it - was Yuna. She gets quickly attached to him especially after he saved her life and therefore, he was initially one of the two Straw Hats who made her feel safe and comfortable during her adjustment to the crew (the other being Nami until she eventually got closer to the rest).

It's hard to pinpoint exactly when Yuna fell in love with him (or more like I still didn't think of it yet though it could've been more of a gradual thing). She doesn't even realize her feelings and even thinks she's become ill until she talks with Nami and the navigator helps her process it. Yes that one comic I did is canon (to this storyline lmao).

As for Sanji, I think he fell in love with her pretty soon after she did but he takes longer to realize it.

🦀: How did they handle realizing they were in love? Embarrassed? Nervous? Mad?

When Nami helps Yuna realize that she's in love with Sanji, her reaction is very mixed. At first, the novelty of the feeling intrigues her but as the realization sets in, she grows more dejected and even fearful. Because of her self-loathing and Sanji's flirtatious nature, she immediately assumes that he won't reciprocate her feelings and even if he did, they will not last long. The fear is due to her comparing herself to a certain someone who had been obsessed with her in the past (the same person who trapped her on the island the Straw Hats found her on). She misunderstands her jealousy whenever Sanji flirts with another woman as her becoming like that certain person and it terrifies her because she doesn't want to hurt him that way (btw I'm being vague about her past here cause I gotta keep some details for the fic that I will definitely write, right? ;)) So after this realization, she starts to keep her distance from Sanji unless necessary. She doesn't act coldly; she'll still smile and thank him as he's serving meals and occasionally help with the dishwashing and all that but she noticeably spends less time with him.

Sanji's moment of realization is when he overslept after a night out at a bar and Yuna took over breakfast duty. She specifically cooks meals that helps with hangovers and when she brings over his plate, that was his "oh" moment. He's at loss for what to do because it's unlike how he expected to react and his mind goes wild as he wonders if she feels the same way. And of course, since this is when Yuna is keeping her distance, he begins to doubt that she does. He also thinks that Yuna is in love with Robin (when Robin joined, Yuna did have a brief crush on her). This combined with knowing her past trauma - as well as him not feeling worthy of her - prevents him from revealing his feelings to her and he attempts to shove it down with his continuous womanizing.

TLDR; they are both pining idiots and meanwhile this is Nami the whole time:

#oc: yuna #sanji x oc #sorry this took a bit #aury answers

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monty-glasses-roxy · 8 months ago

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Hey guess who had a dream about surviving being springlocked? There were also two of Chica's cupcakes in the river as like a secret display thing my friend showed. The springlocking killed me btw but they managed to save me and I made a full recovery. So in my dream, we returned to school after the six weeks holiday and I dropped my jacket, spilling an absolute shit ton of stuff all across the floor, under everyone's tables and shit. As I'm going around getting my stuff back, I hear them saying I ruined springlock suits cause ya know surviving one failing on you is gonna cause a stir.

There was a whole game ending feeling to the actual springlocked situation too. Like as I was being springlocked, a shadowy figure came towards me in like a visual novel kind of way. In the distance for a good chunk of frames, then climbing up onto a platform nearby and then reaching for the suit I was in. I think I'd been running from them earlier I dunno but I was running from something in an underground facility kind of thing.

As I'd turned the corner, there were various endos against the walls and I just kept running. An endo at the end stepped out of this metallic blue station thing and walked to it's right to do something or other and I jumped into the blue station it came from to hide. Next thing I know, I get scooped, but then it swaps to me in a springlock suit cause I guess that's more fun or something or lined up with the previously established "everyone thinks you ruined springlock suits for actually dying to one and miraculously surviving after resuscitation" plot

Ya know, I'm not sure even the kids I went to school with would be that judgy about someone almost dying to springlocks ngl lmao like dayum I guess it's fine if this kid (me) came back after nearly dying horrifically but fucking hell they ruined springlock suits forever :( they get regulated to be actually safe now :( this is so unfair :(

I didn't see any of the recovery of anything like that. It started when I was walking with my friend and I was too scared to look in the river at the Cupcake because I thought I'd fall in and when I looked, I just kinda drifted into the water lmao. I thought "no no. I didn't do that. Put me back." and it didn't happen. I knew I'd been springlocked at this point but only vaguely.

I was then at this random place my brain generated for a school for lunchtime or something and picking my stuff up from the floor I heard them say I'd ruined springlock suits. I knew that this was because of health and safety changes and better regulation that was put in place as a result of what happened. Apparently things not killing you anymore means it's been ruined.

I feel like I either woke up for a sec or something else happened after that, but I'm not sure. Next thing I remember is me running from someone, the endos and then getting springlocked with the guy coming closer. Then I was back at the river with my friend where I actually looked into the water to see the two Cupcakes. One was pretty fucked up and the other was the replacement of it that was cute and in one piece still. Don't remember anything else after that except the second time I was at the river, I knew I had a shit ton of scars that were 'like tiger stripes' all over me. I was in perfect health though

Which is weird. You'd think I'd have some lasting damage from that...

Afterwards, in my in-between state of being asleep and awake, I dreamed up an answer to how I survived. I might have been asleep for this I dunno I couldn't tell. But anyway, the reason I didn't die was because something was jamming the springlocks before I was in there. So when they clamped down on me, they got even more jammed and that's what saved me. I then had some time on the recovery end and how absolutely agonising that would have been, along with random stuff about leg braces, crutches and whatever else, I don't remember the specifics on that, but it was all attempts to explain the recovery process.

I'm glad I don't usually have a sense of touch in my dreams because wow it would have sucked to feel all of this snndjd None of this was scary btw this wasn't a nightmare or anything. Sure, the guy coming closer was a bit scary, but not enough for it to really matter much lmao

Oh also, I remember that I dropped my jacket before the holidays and I was only just then going around getting the stuff that fell out of the pockets. I explained this to people asking what I was doing as "yeah I'm one of those people that keeps putting stuff in my pockets and forgetting about it." because there was a LOT of stuff apparently. One of the things was an old chocolate lollipop that was bigger than my average jacket pockets lmao apparently my jacket is like the fucking TARDIS now

But yeah that's what I was dreaming of all night! Fun, right?

#pop rox talks #me and my fun dreams huh?#also temporarily imagined a biological Roxy going through this but it was just a few seconds #lmao whadda hell brain #at least it wasn't scary and i didn't feel any of it lmao that would have been horrific #i like sharing my randomass fnaf dreams they're very entertaining to me dnjs #long post

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everyone-with-a-para · 11 months ago

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(5/5) alright! arc four! once all the alola stuff wraps up, cole+my guy are...still fired from aether, not that they'd want to be associated with aether now anyway. so it's time to develop a new research angle, and This time it's working with professor burnet to develop a way for them to safely traverse the ultra wormholes that nebby can create. and where does the first one drop them but hisui, over 100 years in the past! and initially they're just. out in the wilderness. and they're not stuck as long as they have nebby, so they could leave, but they want to explore a bit instead of just dipping out because they can't see any signs of civilization. so they do a little wandering+luckily, instead of getting Attacked by anything, they run into the pearl clan's favourite warden: ingo! this ingo is distinctly different from my other para of him; this one has been living in hisui for like. At least ten years. maybe closer to 15. and he only vaguely remembers his home+has basically resigned himself to the fact that he's never gonna see anything even remotely close to it again...until he runs into this little group of very-obviously-modern travellers+is like Oh My God. he pretty much assumes the lot of them are fallers right away+starts fussing immediately, trying to orient them+get them somewhere safe, while THEY'RE all looking at each other like "is it just me or is that a unovan railway uniform. where the hell are we?"

either way, things get cleared up+ingo is...somewhat disappointed to discover that they're not in the same situation as him, but also relieved because good lord nobody deserves that. and they tell him "well we're gonna stay here for a little for research because this place has got pokemon we've never even HEARD of, but when we go we could try+see if we can get you back home." initially ingo declines because he has Duties here, but he *does* accompany them when they go on research because he knows the land better+doesn't want this group of kids (read: roughly 17-25 year olds) dying in the wilderness. and it's during this, while watching everybody Be A Family from the distance, that it occurs to him "ohhh i see. I Miss Having A Family. Badly." and it's not just having a family, it's also having Anyone who really understands him. as much as he's settled into hisuian culture, he's still an outsider from another time. so when it comes time for everyone to pack up+leave for real, he decides (with a bit of regret) to abandon his post as a warden+come with. part of it is the temptation of being able to actually Go Home, but it's also because everybody else has genuinely grown on him+he doesn't want to lose anybody he feels close to again. Found Family Complete. for now at least.

...and THAT'S the story as it stands! this could go a few different directions; right now i'm playing omega ruby+depending on how much i end up thinking about it everybody could end up getting plunked in hoenn. there's also obviously if, how, and when an emmet/ingo reunion happens but nothing concrete has been worked out for that. i'm trying not to go "oh my god this is fucking long" for the 70 millionth time because you DID say you were interested so um. thank you for reading. i REALLY hope this all sends in proper order+tumblr doesn't eat any of these asks lmao but if it does i can resend any of them. again: literally had to draft this in a word doc. can you believe this is the Short version of all this. i swear to god this is meant to be more truncated. i'm not even going into the symbolism of everyone's pokemon teams or anything. did you know genesect is here? fucking genesect has been here the whole time

@ninesecretsteps

Ingo mention Ingo mention Ingo mention!!!! (Can you tell I love him?)

Oogh I put Ingo in Hisui for 5-7 years depending on how I feel but people who do 10+ make me incredibly sad

My Ingo has very similar complicated feelings about his Duties and life he's made in Hisui vs the want to go home when Akari convinces (threatens) Arceus to let them. He very almost decides not to leave. It also doesn't help that he has no memories other than a flash of Emmet's face and the vague knowledge of a fire type pokemon. He's afraid of what he'll find or what he won't find because he just doesn't know whereas Hisui is Known and Predictable (and he's autistic) but also also Hisui never felt like Home. He's always been an outsider no matter how much of the clan eventually accepted him

My Ingo and Emmet do get a reunion and I daydream it a lot

Genesect:🧍

Thank you for sharing!!! I enjoyed reading these immensely!!!

#quill speaks #paraportal #ask #ninesecretsteps

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hi art <3 thought i'd answer your cute lil year-end survey because i just have to talk about my favorite drabble of yours...

but then i was going through the second masterlist and as i was reading each title i went 'oh that's definitely my favorite- no wait- that one, no no that one-' so it's safe to say narrowing it down to my top three was...a challenge.

but! i did my research and found my answers cause you're my favorite writer and you know that saying that's like, 'if i could only paint one person for the rest of my life, i'd choose you?' it's like that for me but with your writing hehehe ♡♡♡

anyway, i'd have to say my three favorite drabbles from the in which collection are probably:

> in which you are jungkook’s religion and he wants to be your passenger princess

> in which jungkook can sleep without you, but he’d rather not to

those two are probably mostly cause i'm sentimental and they were the first drabbles of yours that i read so re-reading them makes me all mushy (and the very obvious fact that damn your writing is amazing)

and the third one is obviously the queen: > in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either (just now realizing that this is gonna be so long, i'm so sorry T^T)

Next, some of my favorite scenes in your writing are where it's more from jungkook's perspective? it's so cute how he sees oc, and you are really good at painting a picture and making us see them in the same way (and also vice versa for when oc is thinking or talking about jk)

as for some of my favorite paragraphs or lines, there's a specific way you write sometimes that i can't really describe? but it always makes me wanna bawl in a very endeared manner lmao. a few examples are:

"however, for the jungkook of today, control is an abandoned form of self-destruction and he can tell you in confidence that ‘here i am in all my glory. there are unfixable, fractured parts of me and i am laying them out on the floor for you to see- you can take me or leave me, but i know you’ll always choose the former’"

"he wants to get under your skin, let his pounding heart cross the distance and meet yours like two penpals throwing caution to the wind. however, your hearts are prisoners to your vessels."

and oh my goodness there is another one i can't find :'( (my professors would be so disappointed in me not citing my final source lol) but it's an opening for one of the drabbles and i have it vaguely memorized inside my brain but can't seem to think of any of the words for it lmao. i don't even think it was from the second collection but all i know is that it talked about them moving mountains and crossing oceans to see each other and them loving living together. it is very dear to me hehe. (also may i just add, art. i-...stop lying to us all. how much poetry do you have published and listed with the biggest accolades? cause there's no way you just casually write like that and maybe i'm biased, but! if you haven't already received every accomplishment outside of tumblr for your writing it's cause your brain is too good at it for an accolade to even be created that matches it...)

ok, now for the favorite character question, it's not technically an answer but i love jungkook and oc both equally. i espcially love how they are very human. not to put down any other works, but the way you write is incredibly realistic which i really appreciate. just in a 5k word drabble i can instantly feel connected to both characters, what's happening in the drabble, and how relatable aspects of their personalities are. both your writing and the characters are soft and fluffy but also realistic in the way that it doesn't seem like they're in some dream-world where everything is perfect. they both have flaws and acknowledge them and just seem like, people? i don't know how to put it but argh you're very good at writing characters.

as for which year i'd love to see more of, i'd say it'd be really fun to see the earlier aspects of their relationship and them being giddy over one another, but i also love the 2022-2023 stuff when they're living together because i'm a sucker for domesticity and i find reading about them sharing a living space and having bam so endearing. and then for the season i'd want to see more of, i'd say either winter or spring! i think spring is such a pretty time of year and brings so much to appreciate, but winter is my favorite season because the cold and snow are so much fun to me hehe.

okok, i think that's it! sorry for this being so long :O but also just know that if you ever have doubts in your writing, someone just wrote a full 800 words on why they love it and appreciate it sooo....♡♡♡

anyway, i hope you're doing ok and have the time to do things that make you happy! please stay healthy and hydrated and i hope you have a nice day or night <3

-🌙

just know that if you ever have doubts in your writing, someone just wrote a full 800 words on why they love it and appreciate it sooo....♡♡♡

oh, the way this brought me to tears. no kidding 🥲 my writing being worth the time to be also be written about by a person got me so freaking happy and also overwhelmed lol i want to give you so many kisses and huggies!!!! i don’t know what to say 🥹 i’m just so so so so grateful 🥹

oooo and i think the part you couldn’t recall where it’s from is the opening of in which alcohol plus k-drama is equals to your and jungkook’s tears !! 🥰 i rbed it recently that’s why i remembered but i wouldn’t have recalled it too omg it’s only this year but it feels so long ago

(also may i just add, art. i-...stop lying to us all. how much poetry do you have published and listed with the biggest accolades? cause there's no way you just casually write like that and maybe i'm biased, but! if you haven't already received every accomplishment outside of tumblr for your writing it's cause your brain is too good at it for an accolade to even be created that matches it...)

anonie ur such a cutie i love you 😭😭😭 how wonderful would that be <3 in the future though… might have to come up with a pseudonym. i’ll get find out too easily with artemis 🫢

i espcially love how they are very human. not to put down any other works, but the way you write is incredibly realistic which i really appreciate… both your writing and the characters are soft and fluffy but also realistic in the way that it doesn't seem like they're in some dream-world where everything is perfect. they both have flaws and acknowledge them and just seem like, people?

this is something i also very much appreciate hearing 🥺 like this is always one of my concerns, making them feel realistic as a couple and individuals. nowadays we seem to live in a near dystopian world and it’s beginning to feel like long term healthy relationships are seen as unrealistic and it’s honestly sad. it is possible !! between two flawed people who want to make it work !! <3 thank you 😭😭😭

this was one of the best christmas gifts i’ve ever received 🥺 i really didn’t expect to receive such a beautiful message in my inbox. as a writer it’s really so easy to lose motivation but rn i am filled with warmth and pride <3 i love you so much and i hope the year 2024 brings you all the joy you deserve in life! 🫂🩵

#art’s post office ☁️#🌙 anon #onlyswan year-end survey

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purplecritter · 23 days ago

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Dragon Age: Vows and Vengeance (Ep. 8)

Official episode transcript here

My notes while I was listening under the cut… Spoilers ahead!

Yikess I still can’t tell if this straight up isn’t Elio or if he made a deal with a demon out of desperation and (gestures vaguely) everything he’s describing now

RETURN OF THE QUEEN (NEVE)

moment of silence for the innkeeper who will inevitably have to patch the holes in the wall left by Varric shooting bolts randomly

“What I think is that Solas is five steps ahead of us. He could be anywhere. Dug in somewhere in the Hinterlands, or for all we know, right under our noses” always the Hinterlands man 💀

“Tattered Veil” name fo the tavern. Fitting!

Oh how I missed Drayden acting all nerdy. Get them a book club with Cassandra please

Varric: “For the love of nugs, how could anyone survive in the Fade for so long?” side eyes Here Lies in The Abyss. sweats.

Someone organize a nice quiet vacation for Nadia because girl can’t catch a break since childhood. Plus this “mansplain manipulate manslaughter” moment from not!Elio isn’t helping lol

Speaking of, it’s giving demon of despair or maybe envy. I’m just glad it’s not desire again lol

Huxley del Vecchio = associate of Neve’s wow there’s a lot of “italian” surnames

Minrathous catacombs make Darktown sound almost cozy

Demon: “I...am...Maeror!” Varric: “Yeah, and an asshole” LMAO you say tell that again

Drayden WHEN did you have time to practice dance moves

Neve: “Harding, do you see those columns?” Harding: “What? Oh, great thinking. I'm on it.” Rook, somewhere else: I have a great idea involving collapsing columns and two gorgeous women. I’m sure it’s nothing

Oh shit the demon has been stalking her since childhood? My money’s definitely on Despair

I still think Elio despaired so much that he gave in to Maeror

“The Hissing Drake” Varric mentions is a cocktail made of cinnamon + rum from Llomerryn + “Hirol's Lava Burst” which Oghren liked and that should be enough to understand it’s pretty strong stuff

Nadia’s voice 🥺 I can hear the smile

I almost hope to see Drayden and Nadia mentioned in Veilguard (safely and from a distance thank you) but also let them rest 😭

#been a pleasure listening to this & writing these notes. have fun with veilguard guys!!!!#dragon age #dragon age vows and vengeance #da:v&v #vows and vengeance #vows and vengeance: all roads lead home #dragon age spoilers #nadia carcosa #drayden kiel #neve gallus #lace harding #scout lace harding #varric tethras #elio andante

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silent-sentinels · 3 months ago

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Plural Asking 100 Questions: Part 10!

(last one! ready?) 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

91. If you collectively had to choose, would you pick to become a vampire or a werewolf? vampire, we like the aesthetic better lmao also please let us be immortal so we can sleep more without time mattering as much hkjgh

92. Your body is transferred into one of your Members sources, which do you pick and why? oh hm well we don't have a source, but i guess we could all be transferred into disco? that'd be challenging kjhgfg

93. If all of you turned into animals right this second, which animals would we find in your System? LMAO OKAY SO!! a fox first of all, a manta ray, probably several fish, and also probably several types of birds, a bunny, a butterfly, a spider, a snake, some cats, several deer and deer-adjacent creatures.

94. What would a Minecraft server with all of your Members look like? (example: chaotic, peaceful, laggy, ...)

CHAOTIC AS FUCK HKJHG but also the body gets extremely motion sick from playing minecraft too long so that would suck hjkgh

disregarding that, maybe we'd try to recreate our city in headspace? could be a fun project to work on together!! though we're really not good builders hkjhg

i think we'd all share items, any chest is fair game if you're not a bastard about it hkjhg but also we're all so extremely forgetful and disorganized. maestro would probably try to organize everything to no avail hkjhg

did you know we never had minecraft growing up, so we just read the minecraft wiki for kicks? <- this was probably expertise's doing kjhgf but we do know a lot of crafting recipes now hkjhg also did you know 23 blocks is the exact height you can survive a fall from? and slimes at their tiniest deal no damage to the player? and-

oh motherfucker we'd be doing anything for an elytra but NONE OF US ARE GOOD AT FIGHTING HOW ARE WE GETTING PAST THE ENDERDRAGON hjkghg at some point we'd just gamemode some in

ryan and juliet are absolutely fucking with noteblocks and/or making a parkour course. scott is taming every animal ever hkjhg theseus is sitting in a corner and writing novels in minecraft book and quills hkjgh and we would all build a safe little house for ceres <3

mom and lili would make a cute little garden together and oath would be vigilantly guarding them from hostile creatures. we'd probably put lili in creative mode, we are NOT LETTING HER DIE HKJGHG

i think faucet would find it peaceful, since it's just us!! <33 and distance will probably do that thing where distance travels very very far away in a straight line before coming back with a bunch of things distance picked up!

burden would probably pick up on anything we're lacking and build farms for it. or make transportation easier. or place more torches so its safer. or craft better armor for everyone. just, responsible minecraft things hkjhjh

95. If you could choose between only living in Headspace or only living in Meatspace (real life), which would you choose? well our headspace is hazy and vague, but if it was a solidified headspace, then we'd love to live in our headspace city!! but if it has to stay hazy and vague we would uhhh probably lose all sense of self in there hkgjhg it's like brain fog but In The Real, the fuckin pale is swallowing us hkjgh

for all the drawbacks real life has, we do have people here we love and want to stay for. headspace would be a nice escape, but we're determined to live out here for the people we love.

96. What topic would you collectively make a youtube channel about? (it can't be plurality!) we'd probably make an art channel? speedpaints and animatics and such! we've always loved cool art channels... ooh maybe song covers too? who knows :3

97. Which superpower would your body obtain, if you had to collectively decide on one? flight!! its a little lame compared to other powers out there, but we've always wanted to fly :]

98. Who would pick the coolest tattoo for the System and who would pick the worst? the coolest would be a toss up and/or collaboration between Songbird and Debonair, who would probably pick some sickass artsy thing. the worst would be Sharps who would just convince us not to get a tattoo because it would hurt and like. yeah shes right it sure would hgkjhg

99. If you only were allowed to eat one food for the rest of your life, but you would have to decide on the food collectively, what would it be and what would the decision making look like The decision making would involve Yearning bemoaning a lack of sweets and ultimately resolve in us choosing wonton soup, which is our favorite food and has enough vegetables for our daily nutritional intake. rip cotton candy tho 😔

100. What is the most fun about doing polls and answering questions, in your opinion? we like getting to explain ourselves. we are a constant conversation, and we like getting to share even a bit of our thought processes (if faucet lets us, of course.) if theres a poll or a question asked, we know the answer we're giving is warranted and wanted, in some way. we like knowing there's people willing to listen to us :']

for these questions specifically, we've also been trying to get to know ourselves better!! we're still new, still processing, still trying to understand how we work! like, these questions made us realize sharps is an age slider and helped us situate headspace a little more so!! hkjgh yippee!!

thank you for reading any of these if you did!! we love you!!

#centennial riposte #that's it!! we did it!! yay!! :D <33

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since sans is of another world, is papyrus from another world too? are they from different worlds but just so happened to end up in the same one, or does papyrus belong to the world of undertale while sans doesn't?

things we know about sans in deltarune:

he has a younger brother, presumably kris' age or not much older considering he's very protective of him and acts like leaving them to hang out alone "in his house" would be irresponsible

that or he's just weird about his adult brother for no discernible reason. which I sincerely hope isn't the case because come on

ironically, while the skelebros house sprite in undertale is named sans' house, the one in deltarune is named "paphouse".

the game value that checks whether you've already talked to sans about his brother in ch1 when you see him again in ch2 is called "paptalk". it's not his full name, but i believe it's safe to assume that sans' as of yet unnamed brother in deltarune is still papyrus.

naming yourself or the vessel after papyrus in the goner maker sequence will get the prompt "an interesting coincidence" and the steam page (i think?) for deltarune says he's "busy" so it's highly lilely he'll play a role in the story.

still, like you said, part of the evidence that sans comes from deltarune is that he dies in a way that's different from every other character in undertale. papyrus included.

something else weird about his death: he's the only character who has color (red blood) in his sprite in the battle screen, which is strictly black and white. this is very obscure and likely means nothing, but there's a weird comment in the undertale crosstitch book about how you can color the battle sprites if you want to diversify things but they "won't be canon". what an interesting thing to say, why would they feel the need to specify that...

thing is, papyrus' death remains much more similar to ye average undertale monster death. so... what's up with that?

papyrus and sans showed up to snowdin one day out of the blue, though it's not explicitly stated, they most definitely got there together.

"where do skeletons come from" is a question posed more than one time, if jokingly, such as by the baby bunny in deltarune

the snowdin residents had never seen them around before. which can also mean absolutely nothing, because they didn't even recognize us as humans lmao

undertale papyrus appears to have never seen the sun before

there's always the "forgettable" check description in the genocide run that haunts my every waking hour.

which is a theme that recurs both in deltarune (the song "don't forget") and in undertale through sans' workshop and the hidden drawing with "don't forget" scribbled on it.

sans has an attack called "gaster blaster". in one of undertale's patches, a bit of dialogue was added when checking the box of attacks in his room if you abort your geno run with his fight about how with his special attack "you surely would've been BLASTED to..." with blasted highlighted in yellow. yeah. safe to assume he has those too.

his paper with Toby's original concept art/details about him had a bit about him having a [REDACTED] named [REDACTED], right under another line that read "has a brother named comic sans". if we take this mysterious presumed relative to be gaster, then his connection to him becomes even stronger

papyrus has a negative reaction to the CORE specifically (he gets inexplicably sad when we call him and he can see it in the distance) but also hotland in general.

Gaster created the CORE and "fell into his own creation". from the way it's phrased, it's highly likely it WAS in fact the CORE, even if it's just vague enough i have my doubts

i really have no idea! I'm heavily inclined to think that the papyrus we meet in undertale is NOT from deltarune/the papyrus we'll meet there, while sans is the same person. this opens some pretty complicated questions to answer, especially from lack of evidence as we're still in chapter 2 out of 7 and we haven't met papyrus yet.

what happens to deltarune papyrus by the end of the game?

if papyrus is from undertale, what happened to UNDERTALE'S sans when deltarune's version got isekaid

exactly how long ago did all of this go down?

sans likely worked with gaster at some point after arriving in undertale, where they found out about the anomaly "our analysis" (which is mostly flowey's work after being resuscitated ie: not in deltarune. the "our" also couldn't have been alphys instead because she gives no indication of being aware of the SAVE powers, the anomaly or time manipulation—though she DID study alternate universes! and she knows sans! interesting coincidence). if so, how is gaster involved with the fate of deltarune NOW, when sans is still there? sure, he was shattered through TIME and space, but wouldn't that constitute a paradox? of course, unless we take "another Him" literally and this isn't the same gaster as the one from undertale

if we go "papyrus is gaster" instead, why does he respond to "papyrus" in deltarune too, why isn't he just gaster (and why does the name "gaster" still crash the game)?

all in all, i DON'T think we have enough material to work with, especially with papyrus. sans had his arc, his lore you could find and piece together with a satisfying conclusion ingame (think of the narrative payback that's finally reaching the workshop behind their house) while papyrus', while still being as much if not even More befuddling, was... all over the place. unexplained. incomplete. you can't piece back much of anything about his past. which is why i have SUPER high expectations for him in deltarune. he's clearly being built up for SomeThing,and i think it's going to be a lore arc just like sans had in undertale, all to himself, while his brother is off having his hotgirl customer service summer with the local goats and... presumably getting sucked into another universe. whoops!

here's a link to the crosstitch page comment, courtesy of @undertale-encyclopedia (you're a godsend to theorists everywhere, thank you so much)

if you're interested in the otherworld/deltarune sans theory, then i cannot recommend @megaderping 's two videos enough, which showcase both its proof AND the contradictions and issues it brings up (HERE'S the original, and HERE's an addendum after some discussion on the previous video). she gathers and mentions pretty much EVERYTHING that made me believe in it in the first place, AND the bits that make me doubt my interpretation of it, though surprisingly i DON'T think they touch on the blood business, which is curious because it's such a big controversy even now. i also owe them and their discord friends credit for the "papvalues" discoveries in deltarune's code, as my hacking and cracking skills are non-existent.

#WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM. AAAA #answered asks #undertale #sans #papyrus #deltarune #otherworld theory #entry log #w.d. gaster #Psst. since you're here. go check out dorked's comic inverted fate. and her latest video on alphys. she's amazing

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