#san scenerios

[marihem]

Ready for that first kiss

Was thinking about how their relationship would work with "romantic" gestures and wanted to figure that out with the activity associated with romance the most, kissing on the lips

[simping-lya]

Awkward close contact is always a given in slowburn stories! Especially if one of them is in denial of their feelings ;]

Also what happened immediately afterwards:

Average Dust and Killer interaction

[mybelovedwoo]

Long Journey - Chapter 7: Reckoning Waves

Life hurts a lot, that's just how it is. At least that is what Destiny thought, living a life where living hurts more than dying. But one day everything changes when an unexpected guest appears. What does this long journey hide behind? Will it be worth it to be alive again?

"Sailors tell stories, Pirates make legends!"

ateez pirate au, fluff, angst, smut

??? x named reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: violence, fighting, guns and weaponry, blood injuries, trauma, smut, sa, pa, abuse specific to this chapter: depression, trauma

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Destiny stood on the deck of the ship, her sword cutting through the air with precision under Seonghwa's watchful eye. The rhythmic sound of steel slicing through the air was the only sound that kept her grounded amidst the turmoil inside her. Every strike, every parry was an outlet for the storm of emotions raging within her since witnessing the hanging.

"Good," Seonghwa's voice broke through her concentration, his tone a mix of approval and concern. "Your technique is improving."

Before Destiny could respond, the familiar sound of footsteps drew near. She glanced over her shoulder to see San approaching with his characteristic Cheshire cat smile, dimples deepening as he caught her eye. Despite her inner turmoil, she couldn't help but notice how effortlessly charming he was, though she made sure her demeanor remained cool and distant.

"Practicing without me, Destiny?" San's voice carried a teasing note, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Destiny tightened her grip on the sword, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "What do you want, San?"

San leaned casually against the railing, unfazed by her curt tone. "Just checking in on my favorite swordsman in the making. And perhaps to see if you've cooled off a bit."

"Right," Destiny muttered, turning her attention back to Seonghwa, silently urging him to continue their training.

Seonghwa, sensing the tension, excused himself with a nod. "I'll leave you two to it."

Once Seonghwa was out of earshot, San stepped closer to Destiny, his expression serious now. "Look, I know you're mad at me for not telling you everything. But there's something important I need your help with."

Destiny glanced at him warily, her guard still up. "What is it?"

San hesitated for a moment, searching her eyes. "It's Wooyoung. He's been holed up in his room ever since..."

"Ever since he killed my father," Destiny finished, her voice barely above a whisper. The memories of that night were still fresh, the pain raw.

"He blames himself," San continued softly. "Thinks you hate him."

A pang of guilt shot through Destiny's heart. She remembered Wooyoung's desperate act to save her life, the sacrifice he made. It was a truth that haunted both of them.

"I don't hate him," Destiny murmured, more to herself than to San. "He saved me."

San nodded, his eyes gentle. "He needs to hear that from you, Destiny. He needs to know he's not alone in this."

Destiny looked away, her gaze drifting over the restless sea. She understood Wooyoung's turmoil, the weight of their shared guilt and loss.

"I'll talk to him," Destiny finally said, her voice steady. "But not because you asked."

San smiled softly, a warmth in his eyes. "Fair enough. Thank you, Destiny."

As Destiny turned to leave, she felt a sense of determination settle within her. She needed to confront her own demons and help Wooyoung find his way back from the darkness that threatened to consume him.

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Destiny stood outside Wooyoung's cabin door, the wood weathered and worn from the sea spray. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she knew they both needed. Knocking softly, she waited for a response, her heart beating faster with each passing second.

"Go away," Wooyoung's voice, muffled and strained, came through the door.

Ignoring his plea, Destiny pushed the door open slowly. The room was dimly lit by a solitary lantern, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Wooyoung sat on the edge of his bunk, his back to her, shoulders slumped with defeat.

"I'm not leaving, Wooyoung," Destiny said firmly as she stepped inside, letting the door close behind her.

"San told me you've been in here since... that night," Destiny began, choosing her words carefully. "He said you blame yourself."

Wooyoung didn't turn to face her, his silence stretching between them like an ocean of unspoken words. Destiny sensed his turmoil, the weight of guilt and regret that plagued him. She knew this wasn't just about her father's death-it was about what drove him to that fateful act, about the darkness that had consumed him that night.

"He wanted to hurt you," Wooyoung finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "He was going to... I couldn't let him."

Destiny felt a chill run down her spine, a mix of emotions swirling within her. Her father, the man who had raised her, now a source of fear and danger. She lived with this feeling for years, but hearing from someone else felt more painful. Wooyoung's words pierced through her, tearing down the last vestiges of illusion she had held onto.

"You saved me," Destiny murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn't know..."

Wooyoung shook his head, finally turning to meet her gaze. "I didn't know either. I didn't want this to happen, but..."

"But you did what you had to do," Destiny finished for him, her heart aching with understanding. "For that night, for saving me, thank you."

Wooyoung's eyes softened, the weight on his shoulders visibly easing. "I thought you hated me. For taking him from you. For leaving you alone"

"I could never hate you for that," Destiny replied, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "I was lost in my own grief, but now I see... You're not alone in this."

They sat together in the dim light of the cabin, their shared pain bridging the gap between them. Destiny knew that healing would take time, for both of them. But in that moment, a flicker of hope ignited-a belief that they could find redemption, together.

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Leaving Wooyoung's cabin, Destiny stepped into the narrow corridor of the ship. Her mind was still reeling from the emotional exchange with Wooyoung, the weight of his confession lingering heavily in her thoughts. As she navigated the dimly lit passageway, she bumped into Yunho, the navigator, who was heading towards the same direction.

"Destiny," Yunho greeted her softly, his gaze carrying a mix of concern and curiosity. "Did you speak with Wooyoung?"

Destiny nodded slowly, unable to hide the emotions that still tugged at her heart. "Yes, I did. He... he told me everything."

Yunho's expression softened, his eyes reflecting empathy. "He must be struggling with it. Wooyoung has always been the purest soul among us, full of joy and laughter. To see him like this... it's difficult. For everyone."

"I didn't know," Destiny murmured, her voice filled with remorse. "I didn't know what he carried inside. I should've come here and talked with him sooner."

"We all have our demons," Yunho said quietly, his voice tinged with sadness. "But for Wooyoung, this was his first time. It wasn't an easy choice for him, but he did it to save you. You must mean a great deal to him."

Destiny's thoughts raced as she processed Yunho's words. The realization that each member of this crew harbored a dark past unsettled her. What kind of lives had they lived before this ship? Were they all capable of such acts? Could she trust them, or was she in danger among these men?

As they stood in the corridor, Destiny's mind churned with questions. She glanced at Yunho, whose expression remained solemn yet reassuring. Despite the shadows that surrounded them, there was a flicker of solidarity among the crew-an unspoken bond forged by shared struggles and sacrifices.

"Thank you, Yunho," Destiny finally spoke, her voice steady but tinged with uncertainty. "For letting me know."

Yunho nodded gently. "Take care, Destiny. We're all in this together."

With those words hanging in the air, Destiny watched Yunho continue down the corridor, disappearing into the shadows. She lingered for a moment longer, grappling with the weight of newfound knowledge. As she made her way back to her quarters, the ship's movements beneath her feet felt like a reminder of the uncertain waters ahead-both literal and metaphorical.

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Night had fallen over the ship, cloaking it in shadows broken only by the soft glow of lanterns swaying in the brisk ocean breeze. Tomorrow, they would arrive at Port Royal-a thought that weighed heavily on Destiny's mind, keeping sleep at bay. Restless and consumed by her thoughts, Destiny slipped out of her quarters into the misty night.

The rain poured relentlessly, drumming a steady rhythm against the ship's deck. Undeterred by the downpour, Destiny found solace in the repetitive movements of her sword practice. Each slice and thrust cut through the air with precision, the cold raindrops mingling with her sweat as she honed her skills under the unforgiving night sky.

From the captain's cabin, Hongjoong and Seonghwa emerged, their voices hushed in conversation. They paused as they caught sight of Destiny in the distance, her figure illuminated by the lanterns, dancing with shadows in the rain.

Hongjoong squinted through the darkness, his brow furrowing in concern. "What is she doing out there at this hour, in this weather?"

Seonghwa's eyes remained fixed on Destiny, a hint of admiration flickering in his gaze. "She's practicing."

"In the rain?" Hongjoong's incredulity was evident, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and concern.

Seonghwa nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "She's determined, Hongjoong. She has a fire in her that we didn't fully know about until now."

Hongjoong watched Destiny's silhouette move with grace and determination, the sword slicing through the rain as if challenging the elements themselves. "She's been through a lot," he murmured, more to himself than to Seonghwa.

Seonghwa's gaze softened as he observed Destiny's relentless practice. "We all have our reasons for being here," he said quietly. "But she... she's proving herself in ways I hadn't expected. She's learning fast, really fast."

Destiny's movements were steady and deliberate, each strike a testament to her resolve. She had come aboard this ship seeking answers and redemption, but with each passing day, she was proving to herself and to others that she was more than her past.

As Hongjoong and Seonghwa continued to watch in silence, Destiny's presence on the deck seemed to fill the night with a quiet determination. The rain continued to fall, a relentless companion to her solitary practice, yet she persisted, her spirit unyielding in the face of adversity.

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[itsastridsart]

I NEED HELP!!!!

So if you remember Alastors speech on hazbin hotel on how "a smile is a valuable tool and keeps your enemies guessing" well I wrote these two scenarios of my OC Aria with nightmare sans who i ship with her

If you're wondering who My OC is Aria is a demon she is immortal 335 years to be exact and she is kind of on a spectrum of working with nightmare and being in a relationship with him

(go below)

But this isn't about my OC this is about my two scenarios, So I wanted to hear your responses of this.

First scenario:

Nightmare got to meet Aria who he became slightly over obsessed with, actually fell in love. the one time she actually did show a negative emotion he became kind of addicted to it wanting more over time. nightmare tried tricking Aria into being with him over and over until eventually winning her heart... or so he thinks... Eventually Aria does things that make Nightmare feel real emotions for her and finds out the she actually manipulated him to the point that he didn't know.... Which she quote on quote said, "how to predator became used by the prey" which leads to the question 'how did she?'

Which comes to my second scenario:

When Aria and Nightmare first met nightmare notice she smiles a lot....never ever stop smiling, kind of like how Alastor does. the only difference between the two of course is that Aria smile seems different...nightmare being the king of negativity, Can see that her smile isn't necessarily true. yet no matter how many times he tries to make her mad he cannot and she always smiles. If you look into her smile you see that her smile isn't just what you think it is... She was able to fool dream and killer and everyone around her. Her smile...her always acting such a joyful and kind person, when reality that smile was nothing but a manipulative trick.

Which leads you guys to tell me how would he feel for these two scenarios?

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU - First Night

We are back because i had a new idea and i really liked it :3 and I really wanted to type a KillerPOV drabble so here we are

So we are back with a new drabble! also @spotaus get over here :D also. *nervous laughter* I think these drabbles keep getting longer and longer. don't expect long drabbles each time please hehe... Some concepts are just shorter in what they need to do them justice and sometimes i get multiple ideas for the same scenerio and they get longer to fit it all.

First Drabble Prev Drabble over here Next Drabble

Look at these guys trying to parent their immortal child. Look they know the situation even if they are still getting used to the idea and all it implies

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Killer watches the farm house through the tree line with a frown. Cross stands next to him with his own frown "Think this was a bad idea? Maybe we can go to another place."

Killer thinks as he keeps staring at the door that Horror disappeared into "Maybe..." except they had been constantly universe hopping for the last four days. Never staying for longer than either a quick nap, meal or supply run.

A glance back to see Dust who stands with a very exhausted Nightmare.

Killer turns back to the house "Maybe for the better." even if they really need a night of rest and-

Dust huffs "Or you can just have trust in Horror's opinion and wait it out."

Killer turns back with a glare "I am being cautious!"

Dust doesn't even look at him "You are being an idiot. Crop is fine. He never sold Horror out to the Stars. He won't sell out Nightmare." Dust keeps looking at Nightmare who is very clearly on the path to fall asleep fully.

Killer glares but steps away from the treeline and marches over to Dust. He glares and takes Nightmare from his hold. Dust looks unimpressed but doesn't challenge him.

Nightmare grumbles but just turns around and holds unto him instead as Killer hugs him close. Killer can feel his soul getting a bit smushed between them but it feels nice. a pressure that reassures him that nightmare is there and alive and fine.

Ngihtmare is still so light and tiny and fits so perfectly and Killer honestly doens't want to let go.

There is a very good reason that Nightmare hardly has to walk himself as all four of them are more than happy to hold unto him.

Cross looks up "Horror is coming this way."

Killer turns to look in the right direction as Dust stands next to him with his hand in his pockets.

Horror joins them and looks between Dust and him. more pointedly at Nightmare before pointing back over his shoulder "We can stay for a bit." Then he stares at Killer "please just behave. Crop is nice."

Killer huffs as he hugs Nightmare tighter to him. Nightmare huffs as he looks at him annoyed but doesn't complain. Killer actually feels Nightmare hold unto him tighter as well. Clearly more anxious about this meeting than he wants to admit.

Killer coos and nuzzles the tiny skull "It is okay Nightlight, if anything happens we are out before they even have the chance to do anything." Nightmare ducks his skull and mumbles some words before nodding.

Cross pushes and pats his own clothes down. Trying to get some of the dirt and grime off "Okay. okay. good first impressions. We can do this." he straightens his spine and nods to Horror. Clearly giving up on being presentable.

Killer can admit the constant universe hopping hasn't been the best for their overall hygiene which was another deciding factor for even considering doing this.

Horror gives him another look and Killer grumbles "Fine fine! I won't start trouble." for now. unless that other sans tries anything to hurt or take their little nightlight.

Horror still holds his gaze for a moment longer before nodding and leading the group towards the house. Instead of knocking again he just pushes the door open and gives them a look "no shoes" he glances at Nightmare who still doesn't have fitting shoes and clearly gives up with having manners concerning their babybones.

Killer shrugs and easily kicks off his shoes by the door, Dust does the same while Cross puts his shoes neatly by the door. Horror removes his own shoes again and leads them in.

Killer holds Ngihtmare close and starts to hang back in the group, nearest the door but still able to keep a close socket on what is going on.

Steps on the stairs and a sans walks down. this one has green eye lights and looks up with a smile "Howdy! It is nice to meet you'll!" he nods to dust "Good to see you again Dust. How is the shoulder holding up?"

Dust shrugs and gives a thumbs up.

Crop nods and smiles at them "Anyway. Horror told me about... the situation." and it is obvious in his curius gaze who he is looking for.

Killer pulls Nightmare a bit closer to him but Horror shoots him a warning look and motions forwards.

Killer huffs but slowly walks closer. Making sure everything about him says not to even fucking try or there will be pain. Nightmare turns slowly to study the new skeleton.

Crop smile turns more nervous as Killer goes closer but his whole face lights up when he spots Nightmare. Killer is a bit torn on how to feel about that. Obviously it is the correct reaction, Nightmare is the most adorable little babybones. But this is their babybones and Killer feels possessive over him.

Crop smiles more gentle as he focusses on Nightmare "Hey there. I am Crop. Horror's friend. Nice to finally meet you."

Nightmare frowns and pushes closer to Killer. Still feeling a bit conflicted about being treated as a kid it seems. At least he isn't trying to deny he is a child anymore. Killer nuzzles the top of the tiny skull and Nightmare relaxes more in his hold.

Crop grins widely as he looks at Horror "Anyway. I was grabbing some stuff. I don't have a lot of children things but I do got some too small clothes for either my brother or me." He looks from skeleton to skeleton "I... think you all can use a moment to relax."

After which Crop points out the obivous living room and kitchen. He motions towards two doors to the side which he says are his own and his brother's room. Next he shows the door under the stairs that leads to a bathroom and he welcomes them to use it.

Dust frowns "anything apple scented? apples dont go over well with Ngihtmare."

Crop tilts his skull but clearly thinks it over "I don't think so... if you do find anything with apples you can just leave it in my room, I ask you not to throw it away because somethings are harder to get than others."

Dust nods and takes Nightmare out of Killer's arms again and Killer can't help but watch closely as Dust easily gains a secure hold on Nightmare and Nightmare gets comfortbale with practised ease.

Dust nods to them "I am going to wash us." and he goes towards the bathroom.

Crop frowns "I am afraid i don't have enough toothbrushes for all of you. Maybe I got some somewhere but i wouldn't know where."

Dust shrugs as he raises his own bag "Has some necesserities." and he disappears inside.

Crop nods before looking at the them "I can show you the spot I had in mind for you guys. It is the attic and I apologise for the mess but I am sure it can be quickly changed to fit you."

Horror nods and Cross smiles "Thank you so much. Sorry for springing this on you..."

Crop waves it off "It is better than Horror just showing up with a stranger who had a hlaf severed shoulder."

Killer and Cross both blink and slowly turn to Horror. Horrro just looks sheepish "The crystal wasn't charged and Dust had been the one injured. This was as far as I could get..."

Killer blinks, okay that explains why Horror had trusted this place and this person.

Even so as Crop starts to lead them up the set of stairs Killer shares a look with Cross and nods towards the bathroom holding Dust and Nightmare. Cross follows his gaze before nodding and easily going to stand guard by the door.

Perfect. that way if anyone tries anything there is Cross to stop them as Dust can get Nightmare away safely. Killer quickly goes after Horror and Crop.

The attic is full of old boxes. But also an old closet, a large lounge chair by the round window and a nice queen sized bed. It is bare at the moment but Crop walks over with some new sheets and blankets and puts them on the bed. After it he quickly goes to the window and opens it to let the room breathe.

Crop turns around and smiles "Well, this is the attic. obviously a bit of a mess but we can probably move all the boxes and old stuff towards that area" he points to the side "Which will open up the space for you five to use." he looks sheepish "my house isn't exactly made to hosue this many people so it isn't a long term solution but this should work for a little while for you guys."

Horror nods as he starts moving stuff around "Thank you again Crop. This means a lot."

Killer gets to work with putting the bedding on the bed and getting ti ready. He doesn't care to much about bedding himself but Nightmare can't handle the cold that well and he deserves every bit of comfort they can get him.

Crop smiles "no worries! I am happy i can help." he starts helping moving the tinier things around as Hroror does most of the heavy lifting "I can go into town aftr chores tomorrow to see what I other people in town have that we cna use. I will also call my brother after you guys are set up to tell him of the situation." he stops and shoots them a look "I already told Horror but I am going to need somekind of story to tell others around here. THe multiverse isn't a known thing and I honestly don't want to get involved with that too much." and he waits.

Horror and him share a look before they look back at Crop "We will... figure somethign out..."

Killer nods "We will have to talk with the others. see what we can say and get a general idea." Killer figures they can sell it as being one of their babybones having been stolen six years ago. Probably either Dust or Cross as both have purple magic and would fit genetic wise. Can probably fit somekind of abusive ex in there that would explain Nightmare's nervous and scared reactions.

He will offer it as an explanation to the others later.

Crop nods "I will for now just say some friends came by with a babybones and you guys aren't willing to tell me exactly what happened yet. Should buy us more time but also enable to get someone to come to make sure he is okay."

Cold dread and Killer growls "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Crop blinks "A healer? Horror said that there was magic at play that caused him to become an adult before and now a child again. I can only imagine what kind of strain and restriction that places on a child's magic and soul."

A new dread. a fear he hadn't considered.

Did the magical protection harm Nightmare's own magic?!

Horror nods "And a healer would be able to make sure he is okay?"

Crop relaxes and smiles "hopefully. But for that I am going to have to need somekind of explanation or they will worry any damage or wounds have been newly inflected." and he shoots them a look "Which... could cause trouble with the family situation you guys have established at the moment."

Hroror frowns and Killer knows they both know what Crop implied. If someone thinks they are actively abusing him they will try to take Nightmare away from them for his own safety. The fact they all have love and aren't the most... friendly looking monsters will work against them.

Crop finishes putting some spare clothes in the closet "Again, I can buy some time with vague answers but from there on the explanation is up to you four." he looks around the room "This good for now? Sorry there isn't anymore space but Papyrus will come back soon and need his own room."

Horror thanks him again and says it will work just fine. Crop welcomes them to use the shower and bathroom as much as they want and that his kitchen is open for them to use whenever.

After that is is mostly a blurr. They finish getting the attic ready for them and Killer takes his turn to shower after Dust as Horror and crop work together on some quick dinner for them all.

The meal itself is mostly silent as Horror tries to coax Nightmare into eating. Nightmare still has the bad habit of eating too little or not eating at all when he is nervous or anxious, which is often.

Killer is still not a fan of how Crop seem to stare mystified and in awe at Nightmare. completely enchanted by the sight of the small babybones.

soon dinner is ready and Killer gets ready for bed quickly as Dust takes over most of the duties to get Nightmare ready, having had the most practise up to this point.

Killer just lays in the bed waiting when Dust comes by to drop Nightmare off with him "get him comfortable." and Dust leaves to get ready for bed himself.

Killer immediantly hugs the tiny form close and purrs "busy day today."

Nightmare hums sleepily nad give shim the stink eye but Killer grins as he pokes one of the little cheeks. Nightmare grumbles as he pushes at the hand poking him "Killer..."

Killer chuckles as he hugs the other close "Tiny grumpy nugget." Killer laughs as he sees Nightmare's little skull explode with a purple blush as he pushes at him.

"Killer stop that" it is more of a whine than a real demand and Killer nuzzles the skull with a purr. Killer can admit it is amazing to just lay in a bed. feeling clena and having a Nightmare near while content, full of food, and clean. only thing better would have been to have him wrapped up in a warm blanket directly after a very warm bed. but Killer only had that happen once before.

For now he just holds the tiny being near and relaxes when his own soul is right next to the comfortable babybones.

Honestly? All of this was worth it to have Nightmare clean, well fed and ready to sleep in an actual bed. Killer will admit to himself that the others were right with them having to find a place to settle, at least for a short while.

By the time that Dust returns and joins him Nightmare is already sound asleep and Killer is close to going to sleep himself. He falls asleep before either Cross and Horror join them.

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Cross finally finished cleaning up himself and feels so many times better. Cross can admit he has problems with being dirty and is a neat-freak as Killer likes to call it. Cross doesnt mind it much because despite his teasing Killer also makes sure they go to places and by places where Cross can get the time to clean himself up.

Cross was a bit unsure about this plan at first but with the absolute faith both Horror and Dust had shown in the plan it had been a quick decision to trust them on this.

and they had been right!

The sans, crop, had been nice and helpful and immediantly saw Nightmare as the child he was. Which honestly is amazing and the only correct answer in Cross's mind. He also apologised for only having one bed available to them but Horror had just shrugged and siad it wouldn't be the first time they slept in a pile. Crop had been confused but didn't demand an explanation. Which is good because Cross doubts any of them have an explanation for why they all feel so comfortable with eahc other and will gravitate to lay together.

The fresh ingredients and meal made with it had also been welcome and even needed by how clearly all of them had needed a calm evening. Seeing the others relax had been a welcome sight and Cross takes all their dirty clothes to the washer.

Cross takes time to put their things in the washer and turning it on the right cycle. They will probably have some clothes dye mix-ups but Cross isn't going to seperate it into three different loads and hog the washer and run up the electric AND water bill just to run three tiny washes when it fits in one.

Cross nods to himself as the washer gets to work and makes his way up the stairs, hearing Horror move around in the kitchen. No doubt cleaning up and preparing some food for tomorrow in advance. Cross walks up the set of stairs with a certain excitement, he hadn't seen the attic yet as Horror and Killer took care of getting their things up there and getting them all installed while Cross helped Dust with Nightmare.

Cross feels the clothes he is wearing. it is just old cotton t-shirt and old sweats but Cross feels so much better. Just the idea of not sleepign in his everyday clothes will be so nice!

He opens the door and moves silently into the dark room. THe window is still open to let in the fresh summer air and Cross sight finds the three sleeping in the bed.

Cross walks over and smiles as he sees Dust, Killer and Nightmare all sound asleep. Nightmare is held captive in Killer's arms but lays with his skull right against Dust's own skull. Dust lays mostly hidden under the blanket wiht Nightmare and Cross is pretty sure that Dust is rolled up around nightmare as much as he physically can with Killer being where he is.

Killer has two arms tightly around Nightmare but his skull lays higher on the pillow than Dust, making it seem both are slotted together.

The three of them hardly take up a third of the room on the bed like this but Cross can't get himself to lay in it just yet. Not with the sudden turbulance in his soul. He quickly, but silently, leaves the room and rushes out of the house.

He stands on the porch panting and shaking. What are they doing? They are going to mess this up beyond believe and-

A hand on his shoulder. Horror leans with his back against the fench and stares at him "What is wrong?"

Cross chuckles and lays his skull on the wood of the porch fench. It is cool in the night air "We are messing everythign up."

Horror tilts his skull "I mean. I think we have been doing alright."

Cross laughs as he holds his skull "alright?! We have been dragging a babybones through different universes and dimensions for the last two months, you know, after abandoning him for a month?!" How is that okay?! This is the first time that Cross saw Nightmare completely clean, fed and comfortable in a fucking bed. Three. Months!

Horror doesn't disagree with him and just rubs his back.

Silence around them and Cross groans "What are we going to do?"

Horror shrugs "Same as before? figure it out step by step and try to do right."

Cross pulls his skull away from the wood and looks at him "We couldn't even feed him regularly. we had no place to stay. We were homeless Horror."

Horror nods "And we will have to figure out a plan for that now."

Cross feels himself shake as the anxiety returns "How?! We have no money. we have no papers or passports. we have no plan. nothing!"

Horror gives him a calm look "We got a place to stay right now to figure it out."

Cross groans as he rubs his face "Great. just taking stuff."

hroror shrugs "We can help Crop on his farm as thanks." he shoots him a look "It wasn't like it was that different wiht Nightmare before. we did somework for him and in trade could live there and get things." he raises a brow "If it makes it easier. See it as a temporary job with included housing."

Cross blinks as he considers that. it... sounds better than just getting things and owning someone for a lot of things. he gives a slow nod.

Horror nods as he continues "As for the other things. we are still... figuring stuff out. We ar e new to all of this and didn't exactly have places to stay when we started this whole thing. I think we did okay." he shrugs and nudges him back inside "lets sleep. You are tired and it is making you anxious. Tomorrow we can talk with Crop about how this will all work and go from there."

Cross is unsure before nodding and following Horror back inside. Horror locks the door behind him before going upstairs. They get to the bed and Horror gets comfortable with practised ease and Cross follows his lead. a bit of rearranging and Cross feels himself relax as he lays near his... friends? colleagues? fellow co-parents? Cross doesn't think about it much longer.

Killer had once compared them to cats for their habit of laying on and enar one another and Cross can't help but agree. it helps to hear them and feel them close as Cross tries to sleep in an unfamiliar place.

He drifts off rather quickly as exhaustion makes itself known.

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And there we have the drabble on how their first night/day went when they started to stay with Crop!

I think they did okay :D

[suncthynuts]

Hii do you write ? If yes then can I ask for scenerio with Bachira, Rin and Oliver doing kabedon on the shy reader who tries to run away after confessing her feelings to him :0

Would it be possible to write 3 scenarios? if not then you can pick one of the boys :D

Sorry for my bad English ;-;

wc. 801

❥;;: Rin

“Um, I just wanted to tell you how I feel. I know you won’t reciprocate!!! So… I’ll get going now!”

You clutch your chest, you could feel the beating of your heart throughout your body. You tried to leave before an arm blocks your way. You look up at Rin, frozen in place.

“R-rin-san? What are you doing…?”

He didn’t say anything, eyes stuck on your slightly shaking form. Your cheeks turn red as he leaned down, inching closer to your face until you were mere inches away. You felt like having a heart attack with how loud you can hear your own heartbeat.

He gaze bore holes into your eyes. You couldn’t stand the intensity of it all so you closed your eyes.

“Look at me. Open your eyes”

You refused to do so, flinching a bit when you felt his fingers on your chin, tilting your head up.

“Open them right now, Y/n”

His thumb graze your lips and your eyes  burst open in surprise. You’re met with with Rin’s eyes still staring into yours.

“U-um”

“You like me.”

“Yes? I mean, yes…”

You mumble, feeling a bit awkward with his thumb still placed on your lower lip. You were confused to say the least, you had no idea why he was acting like… this. It was too intimate, it was then you realized how close you two actually were, you could feel his breath on your face.

“Are you okay, Rin-san?”

“Hm? I’m quite fine”

Before you could say more, the bell rang and both of you stepped away from each other. You took this as a chance to escape again but he pulled you back by your wrist.

“Hey, you can’t just leave after that”

But you can though…

“Let’s go get some coffee this weekend”

“Huh???”

He let go of his wrist and leaned on the wall you were just pinned on seconds ago.

“You like me right? So it’s natural that we should get to know each other”

“W-well, that’s right but…”

“But what?”

You look down to avoid his gaze but also because you were ashamed.

“You don’t like me”

“What? That’s for me to decide, Y/n. And again, that’s what the coffee is for”

You didn’t know what to say. After all, Rin Itoshi, your crush, just asked you out on a date.

“O-ok then, is the cafe across the school good?”

“That’ll do, I’ll see you there at 10. And you should get to your class now”

“R-right! See then!”

❥;;. Bachira

“Heyyyy, you think you can just leave after all of that?”

He has that same smug smile that you’ve known to love. But after a confession wasn’t exactly the time you wanted to see it.

“I never knew you liked me, huh, bunny? That’s so adorable of you”

“Bachira-san, I-”

“Ah ah ah”

He silence you with a finger on your lips stopping you from saying anything more. He steps closer to you, each step he takes you take a step back. You feel the wall on your back as he traps you with both his hands on the wall beside your head. You stare back at him awkwardly, your hands fiddling with the end of your skirt as you start feeling anxious being all alone with him in this situation.

“Now, what should I do with you? I have to keep you now, Y/n. You’re too cute to let out for anyone to take~”

“What…”

Your cheeks we’re heating up from the nonsense he was spouting. You only wanted to confess your feelings so you can have closure and finally move, you did not expect this development!!

You snap put of your thoughts when he gives you a small kiss on the cheek.

“!!!”

“You can’t go on spacing like that when you’re with me, sweet cheeks. Makes me mad when you’re thinking of someone else when I’m right here”

You’re eyes widen at his words. You didn’t want to make him mad… but you couldn’t help it. Just the thought of possibly liking you back made you feel faint and your heart pound like crazy!! Though it was quite apparent right now that he does in fact like you back.

“Anndd there you go again, you can’t keep leaving me hanging here, sweet cheeks!”

“Umm, I don’t really know what to say to that… I never thought you would, you know, like me back”

He chuckles for a bit then backs away, giving you some of your personal space back. You let out the breathe you were unconsciously holding in.

“I’ll let this one pass, sweet cheeks. But next time… you might get some punishments~”

“Punishments??”

He doesn’t say more and just leaves you in the hallway, face red as a tomato and questioning everything you’ve known about Bachira.

I don't know if I can write Oliver accurately so I just didn't ;-;;; but I do have some ideas so I might write him in the future.

anyways, i hope you like it <3

[luna-alatus]

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----------------------------------------------------------------------------- ➷ Headcanon➷ ╚» Reader has decided to get new glasses, resulting is some.. comical events ╚» Prompt: "Hey there (reader)- Oh wow you got new glass-.. glasses... AH CRAP-!" ╚» Charcter/s: Atsushi Nakajima, Dazai Osamu Pt. 2 - Atsushi Nakajima | ft. Kunikida, Dazai ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- » Atsushi Nakajima - So, when Atsushi had just become a new member of the agency and met you guys for the first time. - It was.. eventful to say the least. Maybe because somehow our bandaged detective friend had made it quite awkward with the entire dramatic introductions - "Atsushi Nakajima! Meet (Reader) (Last name)!! They're also your age so you two get along well yes?~" (basically.. classic Dazai moments) - Though after that well, everything seemed to go fine with you both, the tiger boy would help you around with work and you'd do the same Sometimes you'll even head out to go and get something nice to eat for lunch! ^^ - (Dazai will crash said hangout here and there- but Kunikida stops him dw) - And yeah, basically a nice blooming friendship-.. but, the day the (reader) was seen wearing glasses in the agency well- this might have convinced the tiger boy that he may like you more than friends~ _____________________________________________________________ » Scenerio

Atsushi had just finished helping Dazai out with a case they had needed to finish- and well asides from that they had a few breaks here and there.. but that just literally and basically means he had to fish the bandaged male out of the rivers they'd try to jump in on the case. Again... But anyways, back to the present timeline! As they headed back to the agency Atsushi would immediately notice the lack of a certain someone's presence and much to his dismay. It seemed (reader) was out doing their own errands as well, so without much thought as to what it was or what it may be- (since our sunshine boy does not want to make any assumptions about you~) He had returned to his desk and started to work through the papers he needed to finish-.. sadly Dazai had added more papers to that line of papers he needed to finish. But he didn't mind too much.. not with Dazai's whining. "Come on please Atsushi-kun?~ I promise to finish my own work tomorrow!" Dazai would practically beg the younger male to do his own work, promising to do it tomorrow.. which was of course a lie. Without much of a choice, and with a heavy sigh Atsushi just gave the bandaged detective a smile and a nod. "A-alright then Dazai-san.. you got it.. still..! You can't keep doing this- Kunikida is going to get mad at you again.." Dazai just shrugs and smiles at them happily, "Who cares..! It's not like he's here right now~ Still, he isn't the only one missing.. it seems (Reader)-chan is too huh?" Atsushi nodded at his mentor's words, it seemed he wasn't the only one who took note of the (h/c) haired detective's absence in the agency- though at the same time he'd also notice the absence of the blonde man Kunikida. Usually Kunikida would be around here in the agency by this time.. surely they aren't late? "Kunikida is probably doing something else.. and (reader).. hm, maybe they're doing a case with Kunikida as well?" The student and mentor just stare at one another before they both shrugged and went back to work-.. or at least, Atsushi did. After a while, Atsushi went to go down to the cafe a bit as per Dazai's request- to go and buy them both lunch before he headed back up to the agency. About to call for the bandaged male before his jaw slightly dropped at the sight.. (Reader) and Kunikida were back and were chatting with the suicidal detective, but what had caught his attention to actually make him look dumbfounded was the fact the (reader) was wearing glasses- new glasses specifically..! They looked pretty with them on.. gorgeous even-.. it had gotten Atsushi distracted at the current task in hand to go and give Dazai his lunch while he also enjoyed his own. So distracted that-.. he had ran into a wall on accident. Yeah, great go him!

"AH-! Ow…. oh boy- uh uhm! H-hey..!" Nakajima would stutter out as Kunikida, Dazai and the (reader)'s eyes would pause on the male.

Before Dazai had busted out laughing, the (reader) chuckling a bit but it was obvious they were a bit worried about the poor male.

Kunikida on the other hand just sighed at the male's distracted self. But there was a ghost smile on the man's face at what had just happened.

"Really kid? Bumping into walls now huh, your lucky you didn't put a hole in that!"

Kunikida just sighs but nonetheless a small smile would be on his face, finding the entire scene somewhat funny.

The (reader) would calm Dazai's laughing fit first before they'd approach Atsushi a kind smile on their lips.

"You okay Atsu? You hit the wall pretty hard.. good thing you didn't drop what you were holding."

Atsushi would just stutter slightly an embarrassed and flushed look on his face.

"Haha.. yeah! I- good thing I didn't drop anything. This is Dazai and I's lunch after all.."

Dazai perked up at that and smiled at the boy, waving him over to get his food.

"Thanks Atsushi!~ Also (reader)-chan~ Be careful with wearing your new glasses around him, he probably got distracted by your immaculate beauty!"

Atsushi would just flush at his mentor's words, glancing at the (reade) nervously. Surely.. they wouldn't- surely they wouldn't find that too weird.. was it that obvious that's the reason why he bumped into the wall..?!

(Yes Atsushi yes it is.)

The (reader) on the other hand just turned to the tiger and smiled.. a small blush on their own face as well at the revelation the bandaged male had made.

"Is that why you hit the wall Atsushi?" They'd ask, curiously.

Atsushi would literally just freeze for a moment, before they had finally admitted that, that was indeed the reason.

"Y-yeah.. it's just.. you look pretty with the glasses on."

"So that means I don't look pretty without them on?~"

"N-no!! That's not what I meant-! (Reader)…!"

Basically a very wholesome moment between you and the ball of sunshine!~ Though Dazai would tease you both here and there Kunikida would stop him when it gets too much.

In conclusion, you and Atsushi had enjoyed a nice lunch break with one another. With Dazai and Kunikida surpervising of course. Still though, it was definitely a moment Atsushi would never forget. And well.. he's fine and happy that, that's the case. ^^

[snuffydoo]

tell us more about serif <333

i wanna draw him and cal together someday

Serif replaces og/classic Sans 😔

He's a lazy, calm, and apathetic person who tries to avoid conflict and high paced action

He's the main character of my story and often gets dragged into crazy scenerios

He's a foodie, is left handed, has a pet rock

And yeah :]

[roronoa-luffy]

i truly can't imagine a scenerio in which zoro and sanji remain in character and z*san could happen

[dizzyditzyboy]

Fucking!!! Skeleton brothers angst!!! Go!!!

(This is mainly about Papyrus but oh well)

Do you think Papyrus ever gets like jealous of his brother sometimes

Cause Papyrus works so hard to be cool and strong and to just be liked generally

Like the main reason he wants to join the royal gaurd is so he can be popular and make friends which is so sad to think about

Then we got sans who has a reputation amongst snowdin as the lazy one who doesn't really do much of anything important and likes lame puns

Yet he is so popular without even trying

This is like a mix between canon game stuff and how they're treated in the fandom

Like Papyrus is a good nice person right so this may be a bit of a reach but like I feel like at some point or another he would notice how popular sans is in general so easily while barely even doing anything while he's been over there struggling

To sum it up

One sided sibling rivalry/bitterness type scenerio

[battlemaiden13]

Scenerio? What if your skeleguys found an orphan under their porch? It's a cat monster, can't be any more than 3 years old, dressed n rags, looks skinny and hungry, dirty like she's never had a bath n her life. Very skittish and will try to run. Is weak tho, so if they get her, she can't get away.

Nobody's looking for her, nobody knows who she is, where she came from, doesn't even have a name.

Sans -He wasn’t expecting them to run but he can’t let the kid go like that. He feels sort of cruel about bringing the kid inside since it’s clear they didn’t want to be but nevertheless he rolls up his sleeves and makes sure they have a bath and some food and clean clothes before calling Torial. Tori will make sure the monster gets to a good home. 

Papyrus -First thing he does is bring the poor monster inside for some food. He is very caring and helpful towards the monster. He never thought that the child would stay with him. Papyrus always felt more like a stepping stone to get the child back on their feet. Of course even though Papyrus is thinking this way he won’t turn the kid away if they want to stay with him.

Red -Of course he's practically adopting this kid like immediately. It’s a bit of a rough start to their relationship and Red gives the kid plenty of opportunities to go be with other families if they want, he’s not going to force the kid to stay with him or anything but he is a really good dad and has wanted to be one for so long. 

Edge -He doesn’t drag the monster inside the house or anything but he also isn’t going to leave them out there entirely alone. He starts leaving food out for the poor creature and slowly over time the rabbit monster warms up to the big scary skeleton and comes inside themselves. Edge basically adopts them straight away but it also feels like this small monster has been with the skeleton bros the entire time the way Edge treats them. 

Blue -He’s surprised to see them and not quick enough to react the first time when the kid runs away. He does call around to make sure other monsters are on the lookout but when the kid comes back again he’s a lot faster. He gets them inside and cleaned up, being very cheerful and friendly the whole time. He tries asking where the child came from but they aren’t talking. Blue is just happy to help though until Asgore can come pick them up. 

Orange -He coaxs them inside but he doesn’t know what to do. Calling Asgore but the small monster doesn’t want to leave. Orange falls into a sort of reluctant dad role, he tries his best but he also feels like he’s messing this up every step of the way. He ends up loving the kid though and turns out to be a pretty ok Dad. 

Berry -It’s sort of his job to look after monsters but he still debates weather he should go after the monster child or not. Ultimately he does drag them home and fix them up, in work mode the whole time. It’s late though so he figures he can figure out what to do with the child in the morning. 

Syrup -He ignores it. The world is tough and the kid needs to learn that. They are of no consequence to him. Of course someone else could force the kid on him, like Berry letting the kid inside and ordering Syrup to take care of it. If this happens Syrup might slowly beginning to warm up to the small creature. 

[marihem]

She gifted him the shirt he's wearing. He gifted her a Smiths album CD.

And I gift you, @the-writing-mobster, this art. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, dude!^^ You're the most friend ever and I can't be thankful enough. Wish you the kinder days every day from now on 🍻💙💙

[daily-selfship-questions]

is a sanrio character f/o unconventional?

I'm not too familiar with the Sanrio fandom, I only watched a few episodes and never got too invested, so truthfully I'm not too sure? Unconventional F/Os are normally nonhuman or arent conventially attractive, some people treat it like anything that isnt an anime boy isnt conventional but i dont know how true that is, but it also like..depends who you're talking about, yknow? Like if you're selfshipping with Goofy I'd consider that unconventional, he's not a human and it's pretty unheard of to selfship with him, nonetheless any Mickey Mouse sort of characters, but if you are talking about like...Sans or different Undertale characters/AUs, then you've full swung into fairly conventional territory cause Undertale had a big boom of fans liking them in that sense.

You get a feel for it, I think. When I've had unconventional F/Os it's only ever been full swing unconventional, and I think it kinda depends on the scenerio too. Cause if the fandom is full of people ogling over the characters that kinda pulls it closer in to conventional F/O territory via acception, yknow?

Long story short, it depends I think😅 I'm not too much help here, appologies!

[mybelovedwoo]

Long Journey - Chapter 6: Storm and Secrets

Life hurts a lot, that's just how it is. At least that is what Destiny thought, living a life where living hurts more than dying. But one day everything changes when an unexpected guest appears. What does this long journey hide behind? Will it be worth it to be alive again?

"Sailors tell stories, Pirates make legends!"

ateez pirate au, fluff, angst, smut

??? x named reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: violence, fighting, guns and weaponry, blood injuries, trauma, smut, sa, pa, abuse specific to this chapter: depression, trauma, swords

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the deck of the Treasure. Destiny stood at the ship's railing, her mind racing with San's admission echoing in her ears. Pirates. She was aboard a pirate ship. The reality of her situation struck her like a wave crashing against the hull, leaving her breathless.

San approached her cautiously. "Destiny, are you alright?"

She turned to him, eyes blazing. "You lied to me. All of you lied to me."

San sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We did it to protect you. If anyone found out what we really are, you'd be in even more danger."

"More danger than running from the Royal Navy?" she shot back.

He had no answer for that. The tension between them was palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Captain Hongjoong, the enigmatic leader of the crew, strode over. "Destiny, I understand this is a lot to take in. But know this: we are not the monsters the world makes us out to be."

"Then what are you?" she demanded. "Thieves? Murderers?"

"We are survivors," Hongjoong said quietly. "And now, so are you."

Destiny's anger simmered. She knew she had no choice but to stay with them, at least for now. She had nowhere else to go. But she was determined to uncover the truth about these men and their motives.

Hongjoong studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Seonghwa, take her to the quarters. She needs rest."

As Seonghwa led her away, Destiny glanced back at Hongjoong, suspicion growing in her heart. She would find out the truth, no matter the cost.

-

In her cabin, Destiny threw herself onto the small cot, tears streaming down her face. The weight of her father's death, the loss of her maid, and the revelation about the crew pressed heavily on her. She felt utterly alone.

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Before she could respond, the door creaked open and Jongho stepped inside. His tall frame filled the doorway, but he wore a gentle smile.

"Hey," he said, closing the door behind him. "Thought I'd check on you."

Destiny wiped her eyes quickly and sat up. "Jongho. I haven't seen you since... since the accident. I'm glad you're alright."

He grinned, showing off his teeth. "Thanks to you. I'm much tougher than you think, you know."

She managed a small smile. "I don't doubt that."

He sat down on the edge of her cot, studying her with a mixture of concern and amusement. "So, how are you holding up?"

Destiny shrugged. "I've had better days. It's a lot to process."

"I bet," Jongho said, nodding. "But, you know, we're not all bad. We're just trying to survive, like everyone else."

"Surviving by being pirates," she muttered.

Jongho chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way... But seriously, Destiny, give us a chance. We're heading to Port Royal next. Until then, you could stay with us, help out a bit. Be our healer."

"Healer?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. You saved my life, remember? You have a knack for it. Plus, it'll give you something to do other than brood in here."

Destiny couldn't help but smile at his bluntness. "I suppose I could use the practice."

"That's the spirit!" Jongho said, patting her on the shoulder. "Just hang in there until Port Royal. Who knows, you might even start to like us."

She rolled her eyes but felt a flicker of warmth at his words. "Don't push your luck."

Jongho stood up, a playful glint in his eye. "Wouldn't dream of it. Get some rest. We have a long journey ahead."

As he left, Destiny felt a small measure of comfort. Jongho's visit had been a welcome distraction, and his suggestion made sense. She could keep busy, help the crew, and then she can leave when they arrive at Port Royal.

-

The next morning, Destiny was awakened by a knock on her cabin door. Seonghwa stood outside, his expression serious but kind.

"Captain Hongjoong wants to see you," he said.

Destiny nodded, following him to the captain's quarters. Her heart pounded in her chest, uncertain of what to expect.

Hongjoong was seated behind a large wooden desk, maps and charts spread out before him. He looked up as they entered, a warm smile crossing his face.

"Good morning, Destiny," he greeted. "Please, have a seat."

She sat down, glancing nervously at Seonghwa, who stood by the door.

"I heard you accepted the offer to be our healer for now," Hongjoong began. "And I wanted to personally thank you for that. It's not an easy task, but it's an important one."

He stood and walked over to a small door at the side of his cabin. "I've arranged a special cabin for you, equipped with everything you'll need for healing. Follow me."

Destiny followed him, curiosity piqued. He led her to a small, well-lit cabin filled with herbs, bandages, and various medical instruments. A sturdy table sat in the center, ready for use.

"This is wonderful," she said, genuinely impressed.

Hongjoong nodded. "I hope it helps. But there's something else we need to discuss. We're heading to Port Royal, the city of pirates. It's a dangerous place, filled with pirates who are not as... accommodating as we are."

Destiny felt a shiver run down her spine. "Why are we going there?"

Hongjoong's expression turned serious. "We have business there. But know this: it's a place where you'll need to be on your guard at all times. If you don't want to die, you'll need to learn to defend yourself."

He glanced at Seonghwa. "Seonghwa here is an excellent swordsman. He'll teach you how to use a sword first."

Seonghwa stepped forward, offering a reassuring smile. "We'll start with the basics and work our way up. You'll be able to defend yourself in no time."

Destiny took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her new reality settle in. "Alright. I'm ready to learn."

Hongjoong placed a hand on her shoulder. "Remember, Destiny, we are a crew. We look out for each other. And I promise you, as long as you're with us, we'll do everything we can to keep you safe."

Destiny nodded, a small spark of determination igniting within her. She still had her doubts, but for now, she would trust them. She would learn their ways, become stronger, and perhaps find her own path in this dangerous new world.

That afternoon, Seonghwa began her training. He handed her a sword, its weight unfamiliar in her hands. "First lesson," he said, "always keep your guard up."

Hours passed as Seonghwa patiently taught her the basics of sword fighting. Destiny struggled at first, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated. But Seonghwa's calm instruction and encouragement helped her improve, little by little.

As the sun set and the training session ended, Destiny wiped the sweat from her brow, exhaustion tugging at her muscles. "This is harder than I thought," she admitted.

Seonghwa chuckled. "It gets easier with practice. You're doing well for a beginner."

"Thanks," she said, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. "I just hope I can learn fast enough."

"You will," Seonghwa assured her. "And remember, we're here to help."

As she returned to her cabin, Destiny couldn't shake the feeling that the crew was hiding something from her. Their mysterious business in Port Royal, their insistence on teaching her to fight—it all seemed too coincidental. She resolved to keep her eyes and ears open, to uncover whatever secrets they were keeping.

For now, she would bide her time, learn their ways, and perhaps find her own path to understanding and acceptance. The adventure was just beginning, and Destiny was determined to see it through to the end.

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note: I hope you like the new chapters, I'm trying out a new narrative of this story as I didn't really like the last one. I hope you'll like where this story goes. Tell me all your thoughts <3

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[tharkilm]

https://www.tumblr.com/tharkilm/714426824541847552/can-you-do-this-scenerio-for-nightmare-sans-how?source=share

for Garnet please

~🌺

It was far into the night when Garnet turned to look towards the sound of rustling in a pair of bushes nearby, and although he’d just sent a human man screaming for his life for daring to try anything stupid, he still couldn’t push aside the possibility of him getting reinforcements. So, he sent a bone attack towards the bush, causing whoever was hiding to yelp and scream as they rushed out in fear.

Seeing a child, he stalled and stared wide socketed at them. They ran to hide behind a rock, shivering with fright as they stared at him with wide, innocent eyes.

It would take an hour or two for Garnet to even gain a sliver of trust from the child, but he’s patient, and he sat down on his knees to seem less intimidating for them; doing his best to explain that the child had just spooked him.

Shall he gain their trust, then he will carefully pick them up, gently touch their nose with a tip of a phalange, then take them home with him.

A child, all alone, and in need for a parent? Why, it must be his lucky day! And the child will have no fear with Garnet, for whilst he may have skewed morals and a dangerous hobby, he for sure knows how to take care of children.

He’ll spoil them rotten.

[ancha-aus]

Coming back to the idea I have moments ago.

(naming it SpiritSoulAU for now)

I was thinking. If this concept idea included all the AUs in one universe kinda deal.

I had two questions for myself.

one. What would the difference between Papyrus and Sans, and Dust and his bro be?

Like. Why is one positive and calm and the other hateful?

Two. What is the difference between ghosts and these spirits?

I will start with the second one.

Ghosts are actual monsters. They have a soul and magic and are alive so to speak. They are just incorporeal.

The spirits in this case. Do not have full souls anymore. More of a soul-echo. an echo of who they used to be. How they used to think. How they felt. and how others around them felt.

This echo of these feelings and them give them a chance to remain. But only for as long as those bonds hold strong.

(papyrus WANTED Sans to come back. And when Sans came back he remained because his little brother needed him. This is the easiest way to say this without starting a whole character analysis which i can and wil spend way too many words on if you allow me)

Now.

Which leaves is to the next point.

What is the difference between Papyrus and Sans, and Dust and GhostPapyrus (I will be calling him Ash because that is the name i like to give ghostpapy. you know. ashes to ashes and dust to dust? It is a stupid joke)

There are a few options. Mostly two that I think could be interesting. One, a character driven reason. Or two, a Lore driven reason.

Lets start with one. Character driven.

As I said before. Spirits return because of the soul echoes. if the echoes are strong enough any monster could return in spirit form (mits the monster wnats this and is strong enough to do this)

Which makes the difference between the two sets of brothers easy. Sans and Papyrus were on good terms. Dust and Ash weren't.

A Lore reason though?

What if.. getting a spirit back isn't as easy as just wishing it? After all. sure you are calling for a spirit to return. Reaching out. But you have no idea where the spirit of the one you are trying to reach is. and who is to say only they can hear you?

This is where you could get a split between benevolent and malevolent spirits.

Benevolent are those who actually died. Those who want to return. They are the ones you reach for and who reach back.

But what if you reach and the person you are reaching for doesn't answer/doesn't want to answer? but something else does?

I will also apply fae rules. Names. Have. Power.

The trick to not end up with the wrong spirit? Don't name it. Don't give it a name.

In this scenerio? Papyrus reached and reached until Sans answered. Until Sans was able to make it clear it was him and they kept each toher close. Papyrus closed the open connection by connecting with Sans to keep him here with him.

Dust also reached. But when a spirit showed up it wasn't Ash. but Dust asked hopefully if it was Ash. and the spirit. Said yes.

The differences between these two type of spirits are all on how the treat the one they are connected to.

As the spirits don't have souls they can't make magic and magic is part of why they can stay with the one who called. the one who called gives a bit of magic to the spirit. The connection i spoke of before.

benevolent spirits just take enough to stay and will always try to help their loved ones. help them move on. help them succeed. Just. help. in whatever way the one who called wants.

Malevolent spirits will try to drain the caller dry. But it is important the aller doesn't break the connection. So they will like any other abuser try to isolate the caller/victim. blame them. guilt trip them. everything!

And that is all I could think of for now.