#slight mention of other charas

[uplatterme]

Honorary Maid, Aether!

a/n: im not even gonna say anything, i just wanna fuck aether in a maid outfit. there’s plot i suppose but y’know. also ended up longer than it should have been…

cw: sub!aether/dom!amab!reader, top!reader/bottom!aether | aether wears a maid outfit, blowjob(chara!receiving), aether calls reader “master”, his eyes get covered for a bit, mirror sex, slight cockwarming

————

The traveler has been faced with different types of commissions. So he’s not really one to complain no matter its difficulty or strangeness. After all, he’s been often tasked to jump on mushrooms back in Sumeru and nothing can get weirder than that…he supposed. He’ll take anything, since this is what keeps his mora pouch full.

Unfortunately for him, today was looking a little scarce. 

“I’d like to apologize, but we have run out of commissions for the day. You may come find us tomorrow.”

Aether clicks his tongue. He needs to save up if he’s planning to travel to Fontaine anytime soon.

“None at all?” He asks again.

“I’d like to apologize, but we have run out of commissions for the day. You may come find us tomorrow.” Katheryne repeats word for word.

That’s troublesome. He’s a few mora short of what he usually earns.

He’s already done his share of bounties and requests for the week. He doubts that they’ll let him take another in fear of both exhausting him and taking opportunities from other adventurers.

And almost as if Katheryne could read his thoughts, she speaks up.

“There is a commission. Although, we have declined it for being too suspicious. Would you like to take a look, traveler?”

He nods, and she hands him a flier.

With one look, he understands why exactly it would be described that way. The details are vague and the mora that is being offered is far too much considering it’s only asking for housework.

“I’d advise against it but if you are going to take it, it is good to be careful.” She says.

That would be the most reasonable idea.

Aether, however, takes the flier and puts it away in his bag.

He did not think it would be that difficult. Perhaps the mora was reasonable after all.

The directions written on the flier weren't helpful at all. He’s been in circles, has been ambushed by three groups of hydro slimes and his clothes are a mess to look at.

It is his fault, he deems. He underestimated it, but who could blame him when he’s saved four nations from being ruined? A simple commission should have been easy. Exactly that, it should’ve.

Aether icks at how sticky he is. He tried to get off as much goo as he can, but some of it just spread to his skin and to his clothes.

He sighs, wondering if he should turn back.

That is, until he finally sees the mansion mentioned on the map.

It would be rude to show up in such a state, but going back empty-handed after going through so much trouble…

The money, Aether. The money. He thinks to himself.

He fixes his hair at least, making sure his braid is clean and neat. 

The mansion is big, perhaps even bigger than the Dawn Winery. He wonders what kind of person would live like this and this far away from others. He grits his teeth. His opinions when it comes to rich people aren’t that great, he has met his fair share of aristocrats without manners.

He knocks on the door, waiting patiently, although a bit anxious at how they’d react.

The door finally opens.

Oh.

He did not expect that.

What opens the door is clearly someone who gives off elegance. You wear a silky robe, a wine glass in your hand as you lay on the door frame.

Aether gets eyed up and down.

“May I help you? You may wash yourself if you want, I see you’ve been attacked by slimes.” You hum.

“I—Yes. Thank you.” He stutters out, not expecting such kindness. He follows you inside and then remembers what he’s here for. Right, no time to get distracted.

“I’m actually here…because of a commission you sent? I believe you need some help with housework.” 

He watches as your mouth gapes open. “Of course. I didn’t expect anyone to be coming truthfully, with how late it is already.”

Aether winces at the indirect insult. Maybe, if you actually drew the map better—

“I got a bit lost.” He says.

“Yeah, I can see that.” You say, alluding to the slime that remains on his body.

Aether flushes, not expecting that. He coughs it away.

“As I was saying, you could take a shower first. I only need the house to be lightly dusted and cleaned. If you have time to cook, that would be fine too.” You inform the traveler.

“That’s it?” He asks. Surely, there was something else. No way you were paying him such a high price for just sweeping and cooking.

“Oh. If you finish early, you can come by my office and see if you can help me out with things.”

Is this really it?

“You didn’t add a few extra zeroes for the reward right? It’s 100,000 for this?”

You stare at him confused. He concludes that he was right that you had sent the wrong price.

“That’s fine. I’ll still do it for 10,000.” Aether replies with a reassuring smile.

“No, no. I clearly wrote a million.”

Did he hear you right?

“I’m pretty sure I wrote a million when I sent the letter…” You mumble, trying to remember what you had written.

Meanwhile, Aether is stunned.

Even he wasn’t paid that much when getting compensation from the Qixing.

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I’ll have to work now, if you’ll excuse me. Your uniform is in the bathroom closest to my office!” You rush out before he can even deny the high price of such a reward. 

…

Wait, what uniform?

Aether doesn’t see you for a while after that. He focuses on keeping every surface clean due to what he's being given. He sweeps and dusts what he can, only being limited by the locked doors you told him not to bother with. 

The blond does all that while wearing this ridiculously fluffy outfit.

He shouldn’t be this flustered. He’s seen Adelinde wearing these kinds of outfits.

It’s in no way revealing, the socks he’s wearing even reaching up to his thigh. Yet, he still stumbles whenever he passes by a mirror.

He takes a deep breath, flattens out his skirt, and checks his braid before knocking on your office’s door. You tell him to come in and you don’t even spare him a glance, too busy with whatever it was that you are currently working on.

You still wear the same silken robe and he smells the alcohol mixing in the air with each deep breath.

“I’m done with everything.” He says.

“That’s good. You may rest now, I’ll give you the payment after I’m done.” Is all you reply to him, eyes not leaving your desk.

Your cheeks are tinted a bit red due to the wine so he assumes you’re a bit tipsy. It doesn’t do well talking to drunk people, he knows that much thanks to a certain archon.

“M-May I help you with anything else?” He interrupts.

That’s when you finally stop and glance at him. He’s red, embarrassed that he sounded like a squeaking animal. You place your head on your hand, tapping the pencil as you gaze upon him.

A smile lingers on your face. “Just sit next to me, if you really want to do something.”

“Sit?”

“Yes, It would be nice to work next to a pretty maid, no?” 

Aether flinches at how you described him. He walks to the chair in front of your desk, staggering his steps.

He watches you work and realizes that you being this near is not good for his heart. He notices it from before, that you weren’t exactly wearing anything under the robe, showing more skin than necessary. He doesn’t want to look down—He’s not going to—but if he was to look under…

Archons.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” You ask.

Aether quickly shakes his head. “No! Not at all!”

He swallows the feeling of embarrassment. He shouldn’t have these kinds of thoughts, you are his employer, and he should treat you with proper respect.

Unfortunately, he can’t ignore the tired grunts you make, the way your robe seems to lower even more, and at this point, he’s not sure if he’s hallucinating.

The skirt is getting uncomfortable to wear, and a certain problem emerging. In fact, the whole outfit has started to do so. He fixes the collar, sweat starting to drip down despite the coolness of the temperature.

He places his palms on his cheeks, staring down, trying to calm himself.

He wonders how it would be if instead of the wine glass, you were to place that hand on his neck instead, to have you cup up his chin as you’re behind him with his back against your chest.

Aether continues daydreaming, not noticing that you’re calling up to him until he feels his wrist being taken away.

You pull him towards you and finds that you’re really warm.

“Traveler? Are you sick? Shall I send you home right now?” Your worry outstands him.

“N-No. I’m fine,” He glances down and tries to hide the growing tent with his apron. “I can wait. I’m good.”

You sigh. 

If Aether was standing right now, he’d be down on his knees.

“No, I refuse to have you here any longer. You are clearly not well, I’ll compensate for it.” 

Compensate? Does that mean you’ll be adding more to that ridiculously high payment?

He can’t have that.

“It is alright! I just uh—” What? Is he just supposed to admit that he was eyefucking you in his head?

He closes his mouth, scared that he’ll say something just as embarrassing.

“Don’t you have another task that I can do?” Aether asks.

“You can go home, I won’t take it against you—”

“Are you sure, Master—”

And Aether immediately wants to bury himself underneath. He didn’t mean to, he just didn’t want to go yet. Oh, when did he become this stupid? He’s always been rational when it comes to most things. 

He hears you chuckle softly, which then turns into a burst of hard laughter.

He’s embarrassed himself and now you’re laughing. You’re laughing so hard that you start tearing up.

“W-Why did the Adventurer’s Guild send me such an adorable maid?” You say.

Aether thinks he’s far from adorable. In fact, he’d consider himself to be scary. He’s defeated three harbingers, fought a dragon, and gone through multiple battles. He is not…adorable. Not in the least.

He can’t find it in himself to argue with you.

“What’s wrong, baby? Don’t want Master to send you out?”

“I—You’re mocking my words! It just slipped out! I have a friend and I also call him by that title sometimes!” He frustratingly yells. Right, because of Diluc, that’s it.

“So you’re saying you…just have a habit of calling people your Master?”

Aether tries to stammer out a response. “W-Would you stop with all the teasing?”

“Oh, I’m the one teasing? Not the one who’s been so quiet as a mouse his whole stay, but all of the sudden drools as I innocently do my work?”

“You noticed…?”

“Of course, I noticed. You aren’t exactly sneaky when you stare at me as if you can see through my robe.”

Aether covers his face and crouches on his knees. Yes, he won’t argue that he does want your attention. However, he didn’t expect to get everything thrown at him all at the same time.

“Don’t worry, I think it’s cute.” You reassure him, helping him stand up.

“Sorry…I know you employed me for cleaning and all I’ve been doing is bothering you with your work—and you’re paying me too much already, I’ll just leave—”

Ah, Aether did not expect that.

He did not expect to be cut off from his mumbling with a kiss. Your lips were calming, soft and gentle. He feels you try to pull away.

He doesn’t want you to.

He pulls you closer to him, compared to you, he’s messy and in need. In need of your touch, in need of your attention. It’s a bit fast, he thinks. He’s only met you today, after all. 

Aether doesn’t mind.

You separate from him, out of breath. “You know I’ll be holding that against you, right?”

“Yes…and no compensation needed. Please.” He stresses out. He doesn’t want this to come off as you are paying for his body. He wants this, it’s dizzying but relaxing. He’s been needing this kind of break, especially as of recently.

“Alright.”

It’s a shame that his black stockings are ripped this much, he thought they were rather cute. The desk is a bit uncomfortable on his back but he’s too distracted by your mouth on his cock, mouth gasping out pleasantly as you hold him still.

“S-Shit—” He curses out.

You apparently take that as a sign to go even deeper and multitask with your hands at the other end of his cock. You grumble something incoherent, and the vibrations send pulses to his nerves.

“W-What?” He asks, and then regrets it since you answer him again with him still inside your mouth. He tilts his head back, squirming on the hard desk.

You remove your mouth before he can even climax, just edging him to the point of him shuddering. His legs are so sticky, he can’t see it due to the skirt, but he feels it, the way his thighs slide against each other.

“Such pretty noises…I might just get tempted to keep you here if you keep doing that.” You state.

“I can’t.” He breathes out.

“Really? You’re sure I can’t convince you?” 

“You can try.” Aether smirks.

You sneer at his confidence.

“Come here.” You direct.

“Stand?”

“Mhm, I’m sure laying like that can’t be good for you. Unless, of course. You already can’t stand up?”

Aether rolls his eyes at you. His legs shake with each step but he manages to position himself well, his back against your chest. 

He hears the sound of the robe hitting the ground and he’s tempted to see. No, he wants to see. 

He turns his head but his eyes are covered with your hand.

“Ah, no looking. Not yet.”

He can feel his entrance being stretched out, your fingers clearly taking their time. His heart thumps as his vision remains in darkness. Noises of satisfaction sounded from his throat.

He’s starting to get impatient with it, if he’s being honest. He remains still, however, he trusts that you know whatever’s best for him.

You hum and the tone of your voice seems satisfied.

After a few seconds of emptiness and silence, he finally takes you in. The urge to bend down right there was uncontrollable, but you hold his shoulders up. He’s this close to having a misstep and falling down.

His legs quiver, struggling to stand on their own. 

You push further in and a silent cry comes out of him. He hopes that’s the last of it.

It isn’t, but he doesn’t have to know that.

God, he feels so full. He curses your hand, he wants to see it. See how filled he is, see how your length bulges from his stomach.

“P-Please, move your hand.”

“In a bit, dear.”

It doesn’t take much for his body to succumb with a few thrusts. Each breath seems as if you’re somehow getting even deeper. He seethes at the pleasure, close to spilling.

“Hngh—” Aether grunts out.

It’s intoxicating how you hold him by his waist, rubbing his stomach. And with each pump to his body, his mouth releases a satisfied sound.

He swears in his head. Close! He’s so close!

He taps your hand on his eyes repeatedly, wanting you to take it off now. But you ignore it, pounding deeper instead as a response.

His body shrivels, and the next thing he knows, he’s screaming because of how good it is.

He’s blinded by the light when you finally allow him to see, his vision taking a while to adjust. The first thing he sees is how much he spills on the floor and how there’s still some coming out, dripping on his thighs.

“Would you look at that? My maid, creating a mess. Aren’t you supposed to be doing the opposite?”

He tries to turn around and almost slips, if not for your arms.

“Want to see, my baby?”

“Yes.” He answers.

Right after he says that, he feels himself getting lifted up, you still inside of him. A soft moan quickly escapes his lips. 

“W-Wait!” He complains, confused at what you’re doing.

That’s when he notices the mirror across the room. “No, you’re not actually thinking of—ah!”

You walk towards it all the while his legs are lifted and spread out. The movement has him bouncing on your cock despite still being sensitive from his first orgasm. It’s only a few steps. He can count how many you took with his fingers.

So, why is it that his body is responding too well to the point that he gets hard again?

“You alright there?” You ask him, his head still overwhelmed that he can’t hear you.

You blow on his ear and he looks at you annoyed.

“Why don’t you look in front of you before you pout at me?”

He stares at himself and looks away, having trouble maintaining eye contact with his own. The scene is so…passionate.

The way his skirt is lifted up to show his waist, his ripped stocking, and his flushed face. All the while you’re carrying him so lightly, your cock only halfway inside of him, wet from all the juices he’s leaking out.

Halfway? He questions himself. There’s no way you weren’t fully inside him earlier, right?

“What are you thinking?” You ask.

“N-Nothing!”

“Is that so?”

He whines at how you push further in, stretching his walls out fully. It’s way too big for him and he has no idea how he’s being able to take you so well. He watches the reflection as much as he could, despite his vision being blurry at most.

His body writhes at each slight movement that he makes, making him be reminded of the fact that he’s still being lifted up. He wants to say something, to speak about how you’re so mean to him for placing him in this position that you know will ruin him and his vocal cords. Yet, he doesn’t, knowing that’ll push you even further.

He’s so drunk and breathless, which doesn’t make sense considering you’re the one who’s been drinking the whole day.

You slowly pull yourself out to make space and Aether sobs. He sobs at how his walls clench onto you as if it depended on it, he sobs at how much pleasure this is giving him than what he expected.

He’s scared of what might happen after this. Of how his body will be affected by how much affection you’re giving it.

And then you thrust in. 

A loud whimper breaks out of him, and as the noises of skin slapping together get louder, so does he. 

Aether sings out pleas and how much you’re ruining his body, that he’ll never be able to take anybody else after this.

“You shouldn’t even be considering that, to begin with. You’re mine now, yes?”

And he hastily nods. Yours, of course.

He struggles to breathe, not knowing where to focus on when you’re pounding ruthlessly into him. His body feels so heavy and so brittle at the same time, You’re—

Aether’s thoughts get interrupted when you empty inside of him, filling him up. Warm, you’re so warm. 

He throws his head back as he reaches his second climax, everything draining out of him.

“Hah—give me—a sec…” He stutters out.

“Of course, should I pull out?”

“No, keep…keep it in.”

It took a while for Aether to recover. You suggested that you two should sit down but he immediately shuts that off once he remembered that warranted more movement. So, he stays there slightly lifted up, bearing the slight twitches of your cock.

You waited patiently, having a sight to look at just like this wasn’t exactly a complaint of yours.

He grabs your arms, lowering himself to the ground.

His legs aren’t exactly what you would call stable.

He moves on his own, pushing his body in and out. It’s slow, but it’s also gratifying at the same time. Some of your cum slips out with each push, being used as lubrication by your maid.

“You’re doing so well, keep it up.” 

“‘Love your cock.” He says.

“Hmm…I see that. Need some help?”

He nods embarrassingly. 

You position him to face you instead, making it a lot easier for him to work his way through.

It’s adorable how he hard he tries, his fingers are barely grabbing themselves onto you, in fact, you’re the one that’s the cause of Aether being to at least be on his feet.

He cries out loud as he hits that sweet spot of his, tongue lolling out from the pleasure. He’s tight and the movement is riling up the fire inside of you to use his body to your own accord. You fight against it, admiring at how much he’s trying to get that satisfaction without overwhelming himself from being too sensitive.

“That’s right, baby. Keep going. You’re so close aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

He shudders at it, his core boiling to its brim. 

“Please don’t let me fall.”

“I would never.” You promise.

Aether goes at a quicker pace, from what strength he has still, and lets his lower half do all the work until he spills out again, breathless but finally satisfied.

Aether knocks on the door again, waiting for you to open it.

As usual, you carry a glass of alcohol in your hand. Although more clothed, ever since he got possessive that someone else might see you like this.

You smile, and he braces for the teasing.

“My, at this point I really have to ask. Do you enjoy getting ambushed by hydro slimes or is your memory that bad?”

Aether rolls his eyes. He needs to persuade you from having a proper path made to get here. “I need a shower.”

“Ah, I’ve set up a bath.” You offered.

“And I assume you’re coming with?” The blond snickers.

“Of course, I am. Like you even have to ask.”

[ask-codeearasure]

Color Spectrum Duo: Weed

Inspired by an exchange with @howlsofbloodhounds

Cw: marijuana usage

There was a first time for everything. In Killer's case, it appeared marijuana was a myth to him until today. Frankly speaking, resorting to weed for a bonding experience was one of the last things on Color's list, but Killer was curious, and who was Color to deny him?

Well. He did deny him more than one blunt, cause he wasn't about to foster an addiction even though Killer had many arguably worse things to his name. Sue him for being a responsible friend, he supposed.

They had gone to a cabin in the outskirts of the wilderness, somewhere on the Earth of one of Outertale's pacifist timelines. Not that Killer had to know that; Color specifically picked a spot that covered up as many stars as possible come night, even if that was a result of many many years of light pollution.

Color reclined in his chair, shifting his line of sight from the sunset to the other skeleton smoking with him on the porch. It was difficult to tell how far gone Killer was in his haze, the absence of eyelights made that apparent, but the lack of DETERMINATION leaking out of his sockets was a good sign.

All things considered, he was... somewhat relaxed. Even as he leaned over the porch's railing, Killer's grip on his knife had gone lax as he balanced the blade on his right index finger, focusing on nothing specific as the both of them sat in silence.

"You good, Kills?" Color asked, crossing one leg over the other.

Killer paused, practically spitting out smoke as he held the blunt away from his mouth with his left hand and twirled it between his middle and index fingers. He muttered something in garbled Arabic, then looked over his shoulder at Color when his flaming host didn't offer a response to that.

"What would it look like if I wasn't?" The murderer replied with an empty tone, words slurring at the ends. "Were you hoping these things poison me or something?"

"Naaah, Mary Jane isn't known to poison people." The demigod stretched, popping out the stiffness in his back. "At least not creatures like us. We don't have lungs or brains to rot over the expanse of time."

"...Mary Jane?" Killer squinted.

"It's uh... that would be another name for this stuff. Marijuana, weed, Mary Jane, dope, grass, pot, pakalolo, 420, ganja, they all refer to the same thing-- don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" Killer asked, tilting his head to the side as if he were analyzing one of his dusted specimens. "I'm just curious, Color. How do you know all this, as a law abiding citizen?"

Now was Color's turn to squint, sitting up to properly stare at Killer with a confused look.

"This isn't illegal knowledge, dude. Can be illegal to have weed in some areas, but not to know about it."

"Don't dodge the question." Killer said, taking another hit from his blunt. "I also asked how you know this."

"Why, cause you didn't?" Color chuckled under his breath. "Epic told me."

"Who?"

"The guy in the purple and black coat? Always keeps one eye closed, says 'bruh' a lot. That guy?"

"Huh. Thought he was the angry orange one."

"You're thinking about Delta. Wait, you don't remember Epic?"

"Should I?"

The flaming skeleton sighed through his nasal, blinking away the slight change in sight as his pupil narrowed to a sliver.

"I was hoping you would, but it's okay if not. He was barely present last you saw him."

Color took a hit, holding the smoke in his mouth for a second before shooting it out in a ring formation, noting how it stole Killer's attention.

"Anyways, I am curious about something. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, of course."

Killer let his knife lose balance, the handle falling back into a tactile grip.

"Ask away."

"Who are you talking about when you mention 'The Player'? I never caught onto the meaning."

Color's first guess was Killer was referring to an entity similar to Chara, Flowey, or Frisk, something with so much DETERMINATION they could dictate the passage of time and events of the reality they had both originated from. But Chara, Flowey, and Frisk were children at the end of the day. They weren't 'Players' in terms of being a god or an eldritch creature. They were just... unfortunate, and the inexperience of their youth was part of what led them from point a to point b.

After a moment of silence, Killer cleared his throat, spitting a glob of murky black DETERMINATION over the railing. He pulled up a porch chair and took a seat, putting out his blunt on the bottom of his shoe.

"Thought you would have caught onto what those are by now." "Killer, I'm autistic. I'm bound to be dense sometimes."

Killer barked an empty laugh, shaking his head. "You? Dense? Come on, Color, we both know you're gonna find my response very familiar. I mean you hang out with Ink often enough, dontcha?"

Color gave a slight frown. "...I wouldn't say often, but continue."

"Ink calls them Creators. But I call them what they are: Players. They're everywhere, always watching, playing with us like... puppets. The only reason either of us are alive, that either of us are even talking, is because they wanted us to be."

The dragon felt his ribcage rattle slightly, and he took a hit to make more smoke rings, just to calm his nerves. They were both high, he had to remind himself. Getting upset now would offer no guarantee of neither of them getting hurt.

Then again, hanging out with Nightmare's favorite toy was practically asking to get hurt. At least, that was Killer's reasoning.

Color disagreed. Killer could be so much more than what he thinks he is.

"So do you think I want to help you because one of them wants me to?"

"Yes. And you will die trying."

"I mean... if that's what it takes..."

Color blew out another round of rings when he felt a small, ashy weight land in his skull. He jolted in his seat, choking on the remaining smoke and his flames making erratic bursts until he finally managed to yank out the remainder of Killer's blunt.

Asshole.

"Killer, what the FUCK!?" The growling beast rounded on his angelic companion, but he wasn't at all phased, head turned to the smoke rings dissipating in the near distance.

"Do it again."

"...pardon?"

"Those rings. Make them again."

Color raised the only figurative brow he had and took a hit, releasing another round. Killer didn't hesitate to try grabbing one, but his fingers phased through the smoke without much bite. He tried with the second, then the third, ending with the same result, his lack of emoting being replaced with faint disappointment for only a flash. Color created another round, and at some point Killer had resorted to sitting on the railing to get better access to where they blew. He had gotten his knife stuck in the wood from when he tried to stab one, but that seemed more out of frustration than any scientific theory.

It didn't occur to Color it was getting dark until the only part of Killer he could clearly make out was the glow of his soul. But when he turned away to switch on the porch light, whatever thoughts he had in the moment were interrupted by a barely audible whine.

That... was new.

"Killer?"

His friend didn't answer, splitting a new hole in the railing to retrieve his knife, which he pocketed. Color closed the distance between them, stopping just out of range of Killer's personal bubble.

"Kills? Buddy, it was just smoke, I can make more-"

Killer grabbed Color's cheekbones, trapping his face between his hands. Color felt his clawed phalanges dig in to sustain a firm grip, then pull out. The dragon grunted, but withstood the minor discomfort if that meant Killer could ground himself.

His eye blinked back open when he felt said claws retract, continuing to let Killer hold his face like it was a confusing box of puzzle pieces.

"You're real." Killer said, the shape of his soul beginning to fluctuate, the ghost of an overturned heart amongst the mixture.

"Yeah, I'm real." Color affirmed, slowly reaching up to cup one of Killer's cheeks, brushing away a budding bit of DETERMINATION from the corner of his eye. "Were you wandering?"

"I don't know."

Killer let his hands fall, his soul stubbornly shaping itself back into a target. Color retracted his own hand, shoving it into a pocket.

"Wanna go inside? I made bechamel earlier."

"...okay."

[wyllaztopia]

You mentioned that if we know Denji’s characterization of Killer and Killer’s original backstory that we should understand why he’s so touch starved and has such a messed up definition of love. Is there any way you could tell me who Denji is?? I’m very curious now lol

Denji is a character from Chainsaw Man. I recommend you read the manga or watch the anime - though just the anime alone won't grasp the inspiration I derived from the character into Killer.

I also took inspiration from Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) but more so from his younger self more than the present Gojo.

(These are just drawn for the sake of meme-ing, not actually AG Killer's design)

Further down is explanation and slight spoilers. I don't talk much about it since I want most information to be a slow burn reveal for the characters, as if the audience is getting to know the AGDT cast in real time. (I am a sucker for narratives where it keeps you wanting to psycho-analyze a character rather than revealing everything upfront.)

Starting off with Denji, he's a teen boy who suffered through poverty and taken advantage of for labor just because he's willing to do anything just to get by in life. He's a boy who will do anything to live a normal teen life without having to worry about if he'll die from starvation. Along the story of CSM, he's been treated poorly due to how easily he can be manipulated - he literally has no idea of his own rights as a person. He's also very emotionally unaware because he's lived all alone his life except for a friendly devil named Pochita, who gave his heart to Denji so he can live and become chainsaw man to protect himself. Again, this is just a rough summary I made of Denji's character and I can't exactly explain it here! I recommend watching character analysis video that can further explain him or- you can also check at the original source (manga or anime) yourself which I believe will be worth it since CSM is such a good story.

In AGDT, I suppose you can consider Chara as Killer's Pochita, but in a more unhealthy / partners in crime way. I'll leave that up for the future to explore since at the moment, that's not what I want AGDT to focus on.

As for young Gojo, he's also complicated. He believes himself to be invincible and he can rub off as cocky most of the time. In the story, he holds no compassion or positive feelings for people who are weak - which is essentially everyone for him since he views himself as the strongest. This changed for a while when he was tasked to protect someone - he grew fond of them. However, later on this care disappeared when he perfected a technique - his feeling of pride for himself was stronger than his care for the person he was meant to protect. Gojo is usually nonchalant and playful, also emotionally unaware most of the time as he only thinks about himself (and a fellow 'strongest one' ahem, Geto but that's something I'll ramble for another day). However, he does go absolutely crazy when he's in intense fights since he's absolutely determined to win out of pride.

I would love to talk about what else Killer takes from Gojo but I'd feel like I'd be spoiling everything so I'll leave it for another time to talk about or explore.

There's other medias I took inspiration from for other parts of AG Killer but again, it's a subject to navigate around another time.

I hope this gave some insight on how this variant of Killer is and I hope you enjoyed reading through it!

[yanderes-galore]

Sans from Undertale romantic concept, please?

Combined these two as my concepts tend to default to human darlings. Not proofread!

Yandere Alphabet For Sans Here

Undertale Masterlist For Other Content

Yandere! Sans The Skeleton Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Human Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Slight clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Self-Aware Sans, Kidnapping mentioned, Violence mentioned, Sans is slowly going insane, Forced/Dubious relationship.

Honestly, Sans is probably one of the most laid-back yanderes.

He's naturally lazy as is, which probably carries into his obsession.

I combined these two requests because I naturally default to a human darling when I write.

He would make a terrifying yet laid-back yandere due to the knowledge he holds.

Maybe he's even known you from other timelines, similar to other Sans AUs I've done.

Which may be an idea that feeds into his obsession.

Similar to canon Undertale Sans, I feel as a yandere he would be more than meets the eye.

To you he just seems like a laid-back protective skeleton that you naturally see around all the time.

He seems nice to be around and you just don't suspect anything weird.

Yet you have no idea how much he knows about you...

You have no clue about his powers, or how much he cares about you.

This probably isn't even the first time you two have met, but you don't know that, you wouldn't even understand it if he told you.

Truthfully, Sans has met you and fallen for you many times.

It's just after every reset... you never seem to remember fully.

That's one way to work for Sans, it works betters with a monster darling.

However, for a human darling you could view it like this.

Maybe you are a human with Frisk or even replace Frisk who thinks no one else knows about the resets.

Soon you'll find out that's untrue once Sans stops pretending he doesn't.

In fact, an even better idea is you keep resetting the timeline to try and fix Sans' obsession with you.

Soon you'll have to eventually tire out, right?

His obsession isn't going to go away... it'll just persist through timelines.

Just your luck.

But, enough of that, how is he as a yandere?

As said before, usually very docile at first.

He would treat you like any other human he's seen, even if it's all just an act.

Sans would be a very "casual" stalker.

He mostly stays out of sight due to his teleportation, but when he's caught he easily plays it off.

Oh, he was just check in on you.

He's just being a kind friend.

His more sinister behavior is unbelievable unless you actually see it.

For example, you do a Genocide Run.

You'd think he hates you after that, maybe somewhere in him he does, yet he can't seem to let this obsession go.

Definitely just follows you around it plays it off for the most part.

But I do think there's times he does get jealous to the point he feels he needs to step in.

Oh, is he interrupting something? Sorry!

Sans is around you all the time.

He is even capable of subtle threats towards other monsters, or maybe even you if you push him.

He is capable of using his powers, but would rather not resort to violence if he doesn't have to.

He prefers not to be like Chara.

I did say in other concepts that Sans would kidnap.

However I feel it would be a last ditch effort.

You'd have to make him desperate enough to do it as he is so laid-back.

Laid-back does not mean harmless.

Sans is capable of some heinous things, he just has self-control.

He wants you to have freedoms, unless you're going to hurt him in some way.

He may even pretend he's no longer madly in love with you after a reset to keep you around longer.

I just think the idea of Sans knowing more than he lets on like in canon is a fun idea to toy with when speaking about his obsession.

Truthfully, you are both the only ones aware of your resets.

So why bother resetting anymore?

No matter what you do... in some way Sans will love you.

So why not accept him?

He's sure he'll find some way to keep you in one timeline beside him.

After all, you drive him insane with every reset.

He doesn't understand what you want.

Sans loves you, he wants you...

One way or another he'll find a way to have you... even if it requires breaking that dreaded reset button or convincing you to stay with him willingly.

[123-and-aubergines]

Entirely inconsequential and very likely improbable undertale theory time!

Chara, given the Narrator!Chara theory is true, was the one to run away during the Undyne fight.

Evidence:

In a neutral run, Sans' Judgment Speech includes the following line of dialog ...

... even if you never run away from a single fight during random encounters.

The only character you HAVE to flee from is Undyne in order to get her to Hotland. It's also one of the few fights where Sans is physically present to witness (with the others being Gryftrot and Shyren, both of which can be ended through sparing). With no other examples, this has to be the running away Sans is referring to.

But, why in the world would Frisk be smiling?

This is the most dangerous, difficult battle Frisk has been in so far. It's the only boss fight, to that point anyway, where the attacker has genuine desire to see you dead. On top of that, Undyne comments on your actions throughout the battle - your sparing, your pleas, your determination. There's no way that she WOULDN'T comment on a smile unless she somehow missed it (say, you had your back to her).

On top of this, Frisk has never been described smiling except in reference to Chara during the genocide route, where both Monster Kid and Flowey comment on their "sick" and "creepy" expression, repeatedly telling you that the situation isn't funny- implying the iconic smile.

It's also been suggested that Chara tends towards smiling in stressful situations, so perhaps they realized that sticking around was bad news and tried getting Frisk to bolt by opening the FLEE option.

But getting past speculation, here's the slight bit of evidence I took and ran with:

The narration only speaks in the first person when Chara is the subject, sometimes in white text.

The ESCAPE dialog, though typically basic, will occasionally read:

...entirely in the first person.

This is also the only time the RED soul does anything interesting, unlike the others, who each have special properties in battle. (BLUE has gravity, GREEN heals and keeps you in a closed space, YELLOW shoots, PURPLE traps, ORANGE punches and moves, CYAN is still until its safe to move). It's possible that DETERMINATION, or RED, has the ability to use MERCY in battle or, at the very least, FLEE, given that the soul changes to have legs.

With all this put together, there's at least some chance that Chara stepped in during the Undyne fight to allow the option to flee. Perhaps the soul resists Undynes' magic in some way? After all, she has no reason at all to turn Frisks soul from Green to Red, especially after the first time they escape. Maybe it's just too difficult to keep a constant hold on them, so she relents for brief periods until she can gather her strength again? This would explain her frustration with Frisk running away, but her apparent inability to do anything about that as the fight progresses. It would also explain why Sans mentions Frisk smiling when fleeing her.

While this is mostly just a fun idea that adds to Frisk and Chara's dynamic and makes a funny scene, it could have further implications. For example, it might imply that Frisk's choices are given to them by Chara. This might explain the repaired MERCY button during Asgore's fight. It would also suggest that Chara is constantly supplying Frisk with helpful information on the underground and the monsters, including peaceful pathways to resolve conflict (because honestly, most people encountering a weird alien creature trying to steal you soul would not immediately think that Flirting with or being cleaned by them would lead to success).

What do you think? I personally highly doubt this was intentional and was just a throw-away line for dramatics on Sans' part, but I also like to think that the dialog and set designs are very literal and reflect a wider world/ story. Please let me know your interpretation!

[skeleton-mischief]

Dust "Serrif"

Shhhh shhh shh, it's all just a bad dream. It's just a bad d r e a m... But when you wake, remember that it is all your fault.

*Dust Sans cannot escape his fate

To Note: I keep the Bad Sanses and the Roommate Universes separate. So if I mention Killer, for example, it is in the Bad Sanses universe. Mostly, both versions are quite similar to one another, but the interactions he has with others influences slight changes of how he grows. If you have further questions, don't be afraid to ask! (I'll go crazy/pos)

- Official height is 5'5

- He/Him

- Nihilist

- Drinks Ketchup, but rarely nowadays

- Intuitive, pessimistic, cynical, overthinker, observant, responsible, sarcastic, serious, assertive, quiet, dedicated, untrusting, overprotective, secretly jealous, cunning, ruthless, manipulative, reserved, blunt, and bitter

- His brother's dust fused with his soul when he killed him, and that is why he can see his dead brother and talk to him, so he can see him almost constantly

- Almost always the only one who sees his brother. Very rarely, however, if the magic is strong enough, a faint and hazy outline of Pap can be seen

- He reads as a hobby, usually involving old literature. When everyone was dusted, the Library was somewhere he frequented out of boredom

- He would have horrible dissociative issues, zoning out worse than most even without provocation. He struggles identifying what is real, where he is, who he's around, and what place he's at. He can be catatonic

- He cares for every papyrus he comes across, and he ends up the most gentle to them and the most patient. After all, even if he killed his brother, that doesn't mean he wants to kill others. When he's disassociated, however, he can sometimes be a danger to Cyperus and often tries to stay away from him as a result since he can forget that he's not his Papyrus

- Good friends with Powder and Saint

- He used to resent Vanilla specifically, as he envies him in so many ways

- strangely, he is friends with Red, and while the dynamic is similar to Vanilla and Red, the dynamic is tilted and often enough Red can be a little off put by him

- He can be outright nasty to others, apathetic to them, but as time goes on he's just exhausted and reserved

- He is willing to let things happen without involving himself, unless he deems it necessary to do so

- He's picky with those he's friends with, he doesn't get close to other Sanses easily and in fact tries to actively avoid making close friendships

- He won't admit it, but he sometimes argues with his brother and he looks crazy. He could be muttering at the wall and next thing you see his him strangling the air while angrily muttering

- The most hateful to Frisk, he refuses to be around any au of Frisk or Chara. Even if he got the help he needed, it just isn't possible for him to forgive them

- (This would be if we go by the Bad Guy Sanses rather than the Skeletons in one universe/house) He would despise Killer Sans specifically in the beginning of their work relationship, but as time went on they became close friends

- He wears a hood and hat since he does not want other people to see his face. It wasn't just to keep his identity stifled, he just also doesn't like to see his own face and associate it with himself. Mostly shrouded in shadow except for his eyelight or teeth sparingly, I like to think that once he starts to heal you can see more and more of his face as he starts to either forgive himself or at least can associate his face with who he is

- He can mimic Vanilla practically in every way, but he only does this to hide his identity in public or if someone confuses the two somehow. The only issue is that something just seems...off when this happens

- An erratic and violent fighting style, he's unpredictable and doesn't follow a pattern like Vanilla does

- He's jittery and when stressed he is more snappish and anxious as a result, constantly paranoid and on high alert

- He struggles with fight or flight responses when confronted or even in situations that don't require a large response. however, this usually ends with fights

- He enjoys cooking from anybody, complimenting them and eating all of it. He doesn't waste food, and he is always appreciative of someone making something. He especially loves it from the Papyri

- Talks to himself sometimes (it's actually Papyrus)

- An angry crier, but he becomes unresponsive or too frustrated to calm down easily when he's really distressed

- He picked up smoking when in the Junkyard area, finding a hat there and a mostly empty pack of cigarettes. He finally lights one when he just finishes dusting Papyrus

- Because the food supply at some point dropped, Dust ended up crossing Grillby's side of the counter and found hidden stashes of alcohol. He ends up drinking and often pretending that everyone in the bar is present when shit faced, but it ends up with him usually breaking down

- There are little times Papyrus is not with Dust since they share a soul in some ways, but it's possible

- He would call his lover Angel

- His brother had always nagged him to wear glasses, but he was always too lazy to do it. Nowadays, he can be seen wearing them when reading

- He finds comfort in forests when above ground, as it helps him clear his thoughts. Rarely though, he can't stand being around them when he starts to hallucinate the voices of those he once loved in the absence of Papyrus. If he's in the forest, he tries to at least have someone to talk to, even if it's just Pap. He hates silence.

- He's extremely patient, almost to a concerning extent. He is willing to play the long game, and so a hobby he interestingly tuned in on is chess

- He is one of the best Sanses when it comes to playing poker, you would have to be careful when making bet with him

- Is a fantastic liar when he chooses to, something about his voice is....trustworthy. If you have wonderful intuition, however, you can just pick up that odd tone he has

- No one is allowed to wake him up early, he stays up late as it is and ends up sleeping the most out of all the Sanses as a result. He is extremely grumpy otherwise. Of course, this would be if he trusts those around him. He actually ends up avoiding sleep and doesn't trust others enough when he first interacts with them. Powder or Red will fight others on waking him up once they pick up this fact

- Does crosswords when possible. He loves to do Junior Jumble because Pap used to love them. He can be seen muttering to himself and even...at ease, when he does them.

- Loves thunderstorms, he's reminded of when Pap used to need comfort as a babybones. He often can be seen watching outside a window or even standing in the rain to get those memories to be fresher in his mind

- Extremely touch starved, but often feels that he doesn't deserve to ask for it. In fact, if he really trusts someone, he leans into them if they initiate touch. If he doesn't like someone however, he'll forcefully remove them. The presence of those he cares about is enough most of the time though. Rarely, he actually will initiate touch. This is reserved for those he's extremely close with though

- Frequently has night terrors, Saint has them too and sometimes they need each other since only both can calm the other. In truth, it was something both ended up being useful for, and it was one of the things that really strengthened their bond. If we talk about the Bad Sanses, he actually was surprised to find Killer sitting beside him and even stroking his skull when he's freaking out one night. Killer knows what it feels like, and even if he knows that Dust was going to be mad, Saint wasn't present and he oddly felt that he had to take initiative. Dust ended up not complaining and actually laid his skull against Killers lap that night

- He can't sleep without hugging something. Pillow, blanket, stuffie, person? Doesn't matter, he has to have something at any point. Even if he ends up sleeping in a laundry basket, he can be seen cuddling something such as a scarf or shirt

- He buries his face in his brother's scarf when cold, or when he wants to breathe in his scent as a soothing and comforting coping mechanism

- Doesn't trust anyone with Pap's scarf, and only washes it sparingly or if he allows it since he wants to remember the scent of his brother. He uses the same soap that Papyrus used

- Will let any Papyrus clean his room, but no one else, not even Powder

- He likes photography, he ended up being closer to Stretch when he was gifted a camera from him

- He doesn't care too much for his health mentally or physically, but works on himself overtime if he's in a safe environment

- Usually doesn't speak unless someone else prompts him to, but he'll sometimes do it unprompted on rare occasion

- Magic smells of leather and slight tobacco, magic tastes of vanilla

- Due to starving underground after the genocide, he now has ash tinted bone and is in fact quite scrawny. Similar to Saint, he has chipped bone and sometimes dust can be seen flaking off. His situation was different though, so he didn't physically change too much like Saint did

- He doesn't seem like it, but he actually enjoys certain puns even after everything. He's a hard skeleton to crack, but with the right joke he can ease up around someone almost as in approval. Depending on who he's connecting with, the joke can be a lame pun, or seeing someone make a fool of themselves

- He is not prone to listen a lot of the time, more spiteful and petty. Like Vanilla, he won't do something well or at all if he doesn't like someone, but he's less subtle about it than him. He won't enjoy scoldings either, since he's used to being scolded a lot more anyways from Pap

- He likes to provoke people at times, and can even actively be passive aggressive or nasty to them as a result. He won't apologize either, and only will apologize if he really deems that person worthy of it

- He's really secretive, and in fact if he's in the roommate timeline it would take awhile for others to REALLY know what happened. Even then he doesn't like talking about it

- His clothes are covered in dust, so that's what he often smells like if he's not using magic. It faintly can remind someone of a dusty attic or library, but for a monster it's very unpleasant and disorienting

- He will threaten someone in a rather calm manner, not bothering to raise his voice. He detaches himself, and if he's really angry he can become what he was like with Frisk: manic and unhinged

- He has a high pain tolerance, so he can have someone smash his face with an object and he'll stumble sure, but he won't react to it much

Closing Notes: oh my STARS bro he's one of my favorites to work with, I actually have a lot of fun when talking about him and exploring his character. I didn't care much for him when I was younger, but that's because I was crazy or something🤭

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed reading! I feel weird when people interact but I appreciate when you guys do. Thank you for reading🫶🫶

[fallenstarsgc]

Hihi!! This is a blog dedicated to (mostly) the Fallen Stars, 2019-2021 Version!

This is kinda like an FAQ thing, tho I take it more as "For (almost) All Questions" than "Frequently..."

Asks are open!

Warnings are at the bottom of the post, before the "About the Admin", sorry!

I use mostly what I have from the Gacha community from back then as inspiration/goals for them/etc, tho they have a bit more character than just "emo uwu baby" or the like! I still place a lot of their characters into the old tropes.

This also means they don't follow the truly canon characters! A lot of it is made up and fanonised!

Another factor into this is that I also cannot find a lot of canon information to ALL these characters in the time span that I'd still be motivated to even do this, as it takes a lot of time. So it's headcanons and fanon mixed!

There are two Chara's and Frisk's in this team, one pair are adults and dating Sans (19 y/os) + she/her pronouns, the other pair is small Frisk and Ghost!Chara who both use they/them! Also I mix a lot of the ideas people have/had for both Star Sanses and Fallen Stars, this meaning the team'll end up pretty big!

This is like found family trope but instead of them just having a "family type" they're also dating kinda! Like a really big poly but unknowingly from some sides! They're confused but they got the spirit!

Small Character introductions here!

Shattered/Dream; a kind-hearted spirit and prior Positive Guardian that has fallen due to his brothers hatred towards him, and several other factors. No one besides the team knows he is corrupted. (he/him)

Ink; after his friends' disappearance and other friends' crash in the antivoid, his vials had been taken away. Occasionally at Error's for fights or "fights" still (he/they)

Blueberror; prior Swap, after being (more or less) forced to stay in the antivoid for just too long he has glitched out and became this version. Mocks Error often and has taken on a slight parental role, just more strict and rude. (he/him)

Unlust/Cher; used to be Lust, but after Events in his au and with Red, an underfell sans, she stepped up for themself and went with Yanberry into the Fallen Stars. His LV has changed her body drastically. She's also the tallest. (any pronouns)

Yanberry; named Blueberry prior to seeing his brother killed in front of her by his Chara. After the reset, he had somehow kept his memory, making him go mad and kill almost everyone in her AU. Shattered had found him and brought him into the Team while he was stalking Dust. (he/him w occasional she/her)

Frisk; since she is now an adult, she is casually dating Sans and Chara. Often goes onto "missions" with the team. She's more or less of a hypocrite and a bit mean, tho she tries to be nice still. Will attack you if you try and hurt Sans. (she/her)

Chara; since she is now an adult, she also started casually dating Sans and Frisk. She feels bad for what happened, and the yellow flowers blooming on her head are a constant reminder of her wrong-doings. (she/her)

Little Frisk/Fry; they're a little sweetheart! But they're also dangerous. Don't step on the bugs they'll kill you for harming their friends :( (they/them)

Ghost!Chara/Charm; they're nice, but also like your intrusive thoughts. And they don't leave Fry alone ever. Also their crush is chocolate fyi (they/them)

Cor!Classic; not a lot is known about him. all we know is he's LV20 and dangerous. (he/him)

Honorable Character mentions:

Sci (neutral ground), Outer (occasionally drops by), Core (had no true choice), Ghost!Dream (from another dimension)

The Bad-Now-Good Guys:

Nightmare; Usually really mean and rude, but is also the only one allowed to hurt Dream. Could possibly corrupt back but doesn't due to fear, most likely.

Killer; more of a malevolent person to the Stars. Knows Cross's dirty little secret but keeps shut about it so he stays still about his own. Nightmare's right hand

Horror; Usually stays at Farm's place, but is also still more than not in the castle, usually by Murder's side. Keeps out of missions a lot but is pretty brutal when it comes to it.

Dust; A somewhat nicer version of Murder. Unaware of Yanberry's stalking&yandere behaviour towards him.

Murder; Stays with Horror a lot. His face is just gone and it unnerves Yan. Just as brutal as Horror and Killer, with LV20.

Cross; Stayed by Nightmare due to not wanting to come over as a traitor. However he is a traitor by simply dating/loving Dream. Keeps undercover.

Honorable Character mentions:

Error (doesn't care a lot), Farm (kind, neutral side character), Color (tries salvaging Killer, it doesn't work)

Please stay kind for all of this! I'm still learning how to do blogs such as these.

I might end up drawing human version instead of skeletons, and this doesn't really have a lot of big meaning, I just felt like drawing humans that day XD

Dust and Murder are two seperate Dust's/Murder's to me. This is why Yanberry can stalk Dust while Murder will be left untouched by this.

This account will mostly run off asks, so sending them in, no matter what they may be, is appreciated!

Also if there's text instead of a drawing to an ask, then that day I wanted to reply but could not find the energy to draw one! It's not because I favour anyone, I just have changing energy/motivation.

Updates can vary, due to me not having my computer and tablet with me 24/7

Possible triggers/warnings/might mention: self-harm/sh, past abuse, yandere behaviour, genocide routes (UT-way), death

(more to be added)

About the Admin!

↳ Orange ; they/them ; main - @orange-dreamzer

↳

-

(always updating) Videos from that time range:

How Bad Sanses found out... - Link

Bad Guys react + Passive... - Link

Bad Sans Meet... - Link

Bad Sans react... - Link

Fallen Stars meet Bad Sans - Link

Singing Battle(s) - Links one ,

Other memes: Lambada , Stars+Fallen , Angry Too ,

[brynns-world]

【ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　ｎｉｎｅ】

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂𝔀𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Toriel wasn’t joking, you really needed the sweater once getting out of The Ruins. Right in front of you, everything was covered in a lovely pure white. The glistening created with the light that hits the ground made it look like a million tiny diamonds.

You would be enjoying it if not for the fact that you are shivering like a chihuahua.

“Are you sure you are okay?”

Chara looks at you concerned as you try to walk forward. However, you seemed to advance a millimeter with each step you took. Looking to your left, you muster up a thumbs up at your friend and even with your teeth clattering like crazy, you answer them verbally.

“This is the only way, right?”

(I refuse to write stuttering unless the Undertale characters do so in the game)

Nodding slowly, Chara floats behind you and drops their arms over your shoulders. Confusedly looking up at them, you tilt your head as they look to the side instead of your eyes.

“You are as cold as ice Chara…but thanks for trying.”

Continuing forward, you admire the beauty of the forest. The cold has never been your favorite climate given the fact that you are a plant. On the other hand, you love it because it's the perfect excuse to use layers upon layers of clothing.

Then there was a big log right in the middle of the pathway.

“Don’t even think about taking it out of the way. It’s too heavy to pick up and from what I saw, you don’t have the force to flip a simple switch.”

“Okay get off me now.”

They chuckle as you give them a glare while swatting them away with your hands like one would do to an annoying mosquito. Sticking out their tongue at you, you answer with a playful scoff and pass the branch with a small jump.

Not even a minute later of walking, you heard a loud snapping sound.

Freezing on your steps, you feel anxiety crawling up your back. Deciding to not take any chances, you dash the rest of the way while chanting a bunch of ‘hell nah’s with your companion being dragged automatically.

You came to a halt when a wood bridge was presented in front of you. Once deciding that it wasn’t going to stop you, Chara bumped harshly on your back and made you faceplant on the ground. (haha get it? faceplant).

The two of you were trying to ease the pain of your heads literally cracking each other’s skull when the sound of footsteps started making itself present.

“H u m a n.”

‘mydeitiesIhavevelievedinyoumywholelifepleasehavemercyonme.’

“D o n ’ t  y o u  k n o w  h o w  t o  g r e e t  a  n e w  p a l ?”

‘I CAN STILL MAKE IT IF I RUN BUT MY LEGS ARE FREAKING FROZEN AND I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S BECAUSE I’M A PLANT IN SNOW OR BECAUSE I’M FREAKING STUPID AND I’M GONNA DIE LIKE THOSE BLONDIES ON HORROR MOVIES THAT FOR SOME REASON ARE ABLE TO RUN ON HEELS. Damn, how do they do that? like slay queens with strong legs wait no I’m supposed to be panicking-’

“T u r n  a r o u n d  a n d  s h a k e  m y  h a n d.”

‘HESTIA WHAT DO I DO I’M GONNA DIE MOM TORIEL PLEASE TAKE ME BACK.’

Deciding to accept your destiny, you turn around to shake this creep’s hand while making your will mentally. Your hand comes in contact with a cold one and suddenly…

P f f f f t

The sound made you jump while the person…er skeleton? chuckled at your reaction.

“The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick, it’s ALWAYS funny.”

Chara gave a slight pat on your head that snapped you out of your trance. A snort was produced, being embarrassed that you were getting so paranoid for nothing. Laugh to not cry they say.

“Huh glad you liked it. Anyways, you’re a human, right? That's hilarious.”

You were able to see the knowing look that Chara gave you through your peripheral vision once you nodded at the skeleton's question.

“I’m Sans. Sans the Skeleton. I’m actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now, but...y’know…I don’t really care about capturing anybody.”

Now that’s relieving, you were getting ready to run for your life and probably die as Toriel and Flowey mentioned. It would be kind of awkward to die as soon as you left The Ruins.

“Now my brother, Papyrus… he’s a human-hunting FANATIC.”

‘God-freaking-dammit’

“Hey, actually, I think that’s him over there. I have an idea, go through this gate thingy.”

“This is a gate…?”

Your confused look made him chuckle. Shrugging, he answered comically.

“Yeah, go right through. My bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone.”

Standing still for a moment, you stare at him. Sans started to get a little uncomfortable under the intense gaze, however it seems like you found whatever you were looking for in him. He was about to question it, but decided to let it be once he noticed you get more relaxed and finally moving forward.

“Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp.”

Running to the lamp that is located literally in the middle of snow, you sit down with your knees to your chin in order to be completely covered. Your butt is really crying right now. Chara decided to sit down next to you, shoulders and knees brushing against the others occasionally because of your shivering.

The sound of loud footsteps immediately filled the quiet atmosphere, followed by Sans greeting his brother.

“Sup, bro.”

“You know what ‘sup,’ brother!”

The loud voice took you off guard, making you flinch and lightly hit your head with Chara’s hand who was playing with your hair. Their snickering received a playful shove caused by your elbow.

“It’s been eight days and you still haven’t recalibrated. your. puzzles! You just hang around outside your station! what are you even doing?!?”

“Staring at this lamp. It’s really cool. Do you wanna look?”

That skeleton sure has a death wish cause you are gonna bust his ass if you die this early.

“No!! I don’t have time for that!! What if a human comes through here!?! I want to be ready!!! I will be the one! I must be the one! I will capture a human!”

‘That reminds me of that Lemon Demon song...'Cause I'm the right one, on my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone, I'm the only one…”

While you sing mentally, Papyrus poses heroically with air that appeared out of nowhere flowing through his scarf.

“Then, I, the great Papyrus will get all the things I utterly deserve! Respect…Recognition…I will finally be able to join the royal guard! People will ask, to, be my, ‘friend’? I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning.”

That last part took you out of your concert.

‘Shower of kisses? Ew physical contact with living beings…’

“Hmm…maybe this lamp will help you.”

Sans shrugged and nodded towards your direction. Luckily, his brother didn’t even bat an eye…eye socket? at the lamp.

“Sans!! You are not helping!! You lazybones!! All you do is sit and boondoggle! You get lazier and lazier every day!!!”

The stomping of his feet seemed to increase in force with each word he spoke. The short skeleton didn’t seem affected by his brother’s annoyance and continued to joke around.

“Hey, take it easy. I’ve gotten a ton of work done today. A skele-ton.”

He sent a wink towards your direction when he heard your covered snicker. It’s so bad that it’s funny, okay?

“Sans!!!”

“Come on. You’re smiling.”

“I am and I hate it!”

‘Same bestie same’

Papyrus sighed to get rid of his smile before continuing with his scolding.

“Why does someone as great as me have to do so much just to get some recognition…”

‘Damn, wish I had that confidence but at the same time that’s kinda sad Papyrus…’

“Wow, sounds like you’re really working yourself down to the bone.”

Sans shrugged while winking towards you once again. He chuckled, a little too loud, to cover the snickering that you weren’t able to keep in.

“UGH!!! I will attend to my puzzles as for your work? Put a little more ‘backbone’ into it!!!!”

Papyrus’ pun was followed by his loud and proud laughter. This time you giggled more because of his laugh being contagious than his bad pun. You were able to calm your giggling down when Papyrus left this zone. Only to laugh a little more when he came back to say a last ‘heh!’.

Once the coast was clear, Sans called out to you.

“Ok, you can come out now.”

‘Wow is it that obvious how gay I am?’

Standing up, you lightly pat your butt to get rid of the snow. Sending an disturbed look to Chara when they said ‘I can help you with that’ before walking in front of Sans.

“You oughta get going. He might come back, and if he does you’ll have to sit through more of my hilarious jokes.”

“Your brother doesn’t sound as threatening as I thought, he’s actually kinda cool.”

That comment made Sans’ smile widen, if that’s even possible.

“Huh, well my brother’s been kind of down lately. He’s never seen a human before, and seeing you might just make his day.”

And that just activated your people-pleaser switch.

However, you still have to be careful. Papyrus did mention the royal guard so that must mean he could know people from there or inform someone from there about you.

Looking to your right, you see Chara floating upside down and just trying to catch snowflakes with their mouth. Remembering that you can’t talk with them right now, you finally answer.

“...I’m going to think about it. Sorry, I don't want to make any rushed decisions.”

“That’s fine, thanks a million. I’ll be up ahead.”

As soon as he is out of your sight, you turn to Chara and practically ask them what to do with your eyes. They sigh when they notice the anxiety swirling through your eyes.

“It’s okay you can talk to Papyrus, he’s far from being a threat. Nothing bad will happen.”

That calms you down, giving them a nod you continue through the path.

A Floating Star!

Walking to it, you touch it while Chara does their narrating thing.

“It still fills you with curiosity how convenient the lamp was for you.”

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

An encounter with a comedian named Snowdrake that Chara seemed annoyed at, and seeing a fishing rod with a photo of a monster with its number on the back. That was weird. Well now you finally advanced, in front of you was Sans and Papyrus in all their glory.

“So, as I was saying about Undyne…”

Stopping midway through his sentence, Papyrus notices you standing there awkwardly. Turning to his brother only to see him turned to you. When he turned to look at you again, Sans turned to him.

Yeah you get it. It just looked like they were doing a whole 360 with how fast they were turning.

Suddenly they stopped, making you flinch when the both of them were looking directly at you. Then they turn their backs at you and start talking ‘discreetly’ about you.

“Sans!! Oh my god!! Is that a human!?!?”

Looking at you once again, you turn your gaze to the snow to prevent eye contact. Chara noticed your uneasiness and started giving you head pats.

“Uhhhh…actually, I think that’s a rock.”

“Oh.”

Papyrus sounded somewhat disappointed but still suspicious.

“Hey, what’s that in front of the rock?”

“OH MY GOD!!! is…is that a human?”

“yes”

“OH MY GOD!!!”

‘What the…?’ 

“Sans! I finally did it!! Undyne will…I’m gonna…I’ll be so…POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!! 

POPULAR!!!”

Papyrus couldn’t even finish his sentences, moving his hands in all directions to show his excitement. Suddenly he cleared his throat to give a more ‘professional’ look. Looking directly at your direction, he pointed at your figure with his index finger.

“Human! You shall not pass this area! I, the great Papyrus, will stop you!!! I will then capture you! You will be delivered to the capital! Then…Then!!!”

Papyrus’ positions his hand under his chin while directing his gaze to the floor trying to think about his next words.

“I’m not sure what’s next.”

Sweat dropping at this, you glance quickly at Chara to see them giving you a smug look that screams ‘told you so’.

“In any case! Continue…only if you dare!!!”

With that, he turns to walk away while freeing a set of eager giggles that he couldn’t contain anymore.

Seeing this, you and Sans chuckle a bit before the skeleton turns to you.

“Well, that went well. Don’t sweat it, kid. I’ll keep an eye socket out for ya.”

Giving you a final wink, he turns to walk in the same direction his brother went. Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself for whatever is about to come your way.

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

After an encounter with a weird dog that apparently can’t see things that won’t move, you reunite with Sans in front of a frozen lake.

“Hey, here’s something important to remember. My brother has a very special attack. If you see a blue attack, don’t move and it won’t hurt you.”

‘Poor colorblind people.’

Thanking him for the advice, you continue walking. However, your foot slipped as soon as you took a step.

“HOLY SH-”

You forgot about the frozen lake and ended up falling on your back. Sans snorted behind you while Chara completely roared with laughter.

Massaging the back of your head that got slammed on hard ice, you groan while trying to sit on your butt. Sans approached you from the side of the lake, careful not to step too close to the ice.

“You okay bud?”

“There goes my spine.”

He chuckled and offered his right hand so you could get out of the ice. Once your crawling brought you close to the snow-covered floor, you were able to stand up.

“Better go before I humiliate myself even more.”

Sans gave you a small wave as you walked around the lake. Once entering the small path at the top, a glare was sent at Chara who was still trying to calm their laughter.

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

After surviving Papyrus' life-threatening puzzles, resisting the spaghetti trap, living through the encounter with some dog guardians. and encountering a buff dog, you arrived at a long bridge. A few feet ahead, you could spot the skeleton brothers that have been entertaining you.

“Human! This is your final and most dangerous challenge! Behold! The gauntlet of deadly terror!”

Weapons surrounded you, a morning star, two spears, a cannon. However, not even the fire under you was the cause of your distress, but the fact that a dog was being held hostage with a rope dangling above you.

“When I say the word, it will fully activate!!! Cannons will fire! Spikes will swing! Blades will slice! Each part will swing violently up and down! Only the tiniest chance of victory will remain!!! Are you ready!?”

‘NO I’M NOT WHEN DID THIS GET SO INTENSE???’

“Because! I! Am! About! To do it!”

Preparing for the impact of the weapons, you stand there practically vibrating. Silence filled the area for a loooong minute and when nothing happened you gained a confused look.

“Well? What’s the holdup?”

Seems like Sans thinks the same as you.

“Holdup!? What holdup!? I’m…I’m about to activate it now!”

S i l e n c e . . .

“That, uh, doesn’t look very activated.”

‘STFU SANS IT’S BETTER THAT WAY’

“Well!!! This challenge!!! It seems…maybe…too easy to defeat the human with.”

Papyrus started to lose that confident look he carried before, as if he’s doubting his own decisions.

“Yeah! We can’t use this one!!! I am a skeleton with standards!!! My puzzles are very fair! And my traps are expertly cooked! But this method is too direct! No class at all!”

“Spitting facts king!”

The moment those words left your mouth, Papyrus brightens up and finally seems sure of his next words.

“Away it goes!”

‘THE DOG’

Not a good day for that dog as you can see. Chara wiped an imaginary tear with a tissue, mourning for the tragic fate the poor animal had to face.

Doing a 180 so you couldn’t see him, Papyrus let out a relieved sigh when the weapons were stored away. Turning back to you when he felt your curious gaze on him, he tried to act intimidating once again. 

“What are you looking at!? This was another decisive victory for Papyrus!!”

He tried doing a victory laugh but it ended up sounding a little unsure, opting to better walk away from you. Well now the bridge is free to advance.

‘Welcome to Snowdin Town!’

Read the banner with red and blue letters at your left. A shop was located right after it connected to an Inn, but what matters to you more is the floating star located between the structure along with the box!

You didn’t actually store a lot of items in the box, thinking it would be smarter to save them in your bag making it easier to retrieve anything. The only item in the box is the phone that Toriel gave you.

A guilty feeling clawed at you when you first had the idea, but after noticing how often you thought of calling her, you decided it would be best to leave it in order to resist the urge.

Touching the star and enjoying the tingly feeling, Chara does their narration.

“As your eyes land on the friendly town, a feeling of curiosity fills your soul.”

Separating your hand from the star, your gaze shifts towards Chara as they motion to enter the store. Once being in front of the door right next to them, you turn to them instead of walking in.

“May I know why you do this little narration thing?”

Chara looked taken aback by your question. Averting their hazelnut eyes from yours, they shrug before answering.

“It’s just to pass the time I guess.”

Humming at their response, you decide to enter the lovely looking shop. Your hands are practically about to fall off because of the cold, this is the first time you enter a building since leaving The Ruins.

A purple bunny dressed in a white tank top over a black bra is seen on the other side of the counter. What looks like a bucket hat is resting over her head with two holes for her ears to breathe comfortably. The bunny’s arms are crossed over her chest while her pair of orbs observe you.

‘sorrymommysorrymommy’

“Hello, traveller. How can I help you?”

‘OMGTHEBRITISHACCENT’

Discreetly taking deep breaths, you decide that it’s not the time to be a simp for a female bunny. That would make you a furry or Legoshi, you are not sure which one is worse.

“Hello, I would like to buy something from here.”

“What would you like to buy?”

Looking at the options available, a ‘cinnamon bun’ called your attention pretty quickly. It reminds you of the time you baked cinnamon rolls with Toriel.

“One cinnamon bun please.”

“One cinnamon bun on the way.”

Placing the money on the counter, the bunny takes it. While turning around to pick a paper bag and some tweezers, the bunny starts talking to you.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw a fresh face around here.”

Taking the cinnamon bun with the tweezers delicately, she had a happy expression on her face. However, it quickly changed to an almost suspicious one with her next question.

“Where did you come from? The Capital?”

Shaking your head ‘no’ while taking the bun when she offered it to you; the happy expression returned on her face.

“You don’t look like a tourist. Are you here by yourself?” 

“I’m with my friend.”

The words left your mouth before you could even think about them. Once realizing the mistake, you started to panic because she could talk to someone else about it. She did say that there’s not a lot of new people, so a stranger in town can surely become a hot topic.

“Oh! Are they waiting outside for you? It’s pretty cold, why don’t you invite them in?”

“I just stopped by for some food for them! We are actually gonna look for a place to rest…”

“If you are tired, you can take a nap at the inn. It’s right next door- my sister runs it.”

“Thanks, we’ll be heading there. Gonna get going, don’t want a popsicle as a friend.”

Nervously exiting the store and ending the conversation quickly, the bunny was only able to give you a goodbye wave. You rested your back against the cold wall as soon as the door closed and sighed deeply.

“What was that?! A friend?! Really?!”

“Oh I’m sooorry I thought of you! Of course I didn’t mean to! I forgot you are a ghost!”

“I’m literally see-through, how can you forget?!”

“I just got used to it okay?!”

“What will you do now if she tells someone else?! They’ll think you’re delusional when they see no one else but you!”

“You are just making it easier for them to see me yelling at the air!”

The both of you stayed quiet while staring at each other. After a hot minute, Chara suddenly blows air on your eyes.

“AUGH”

“HAHA I WIN”

Giving them a nasty glare, you turn around and enter the inn right next to the store. There is a counter with a pink bunny on the other side of it and what looks like a small white bunny, their ears barely peeking above the counter. Getting close to her, she gives a big smile when greeting you.

“Welcome to Snowed Inn! Snowdin’s premier hotel! One night is 80G”

Being too tired to care about the price, you leave the money on the counter. The bunny takes it and rummages through her desk before giving you a key.

“Here’s your room key. Make sure to bundle up!”

Offering her a smile, you go upstairs in search of the room given. It wasn’t hard as there are only two rooms in the Inn.

Opening the bedroom door, there’s only one twin-sized bed close to the left wall with a small circular table at its other side. A large rectangular table is placed close to the right wall and a lamp is located on the far right corner.

Standing still for a moment at the doorway, Chara watches as you take in the room’s appearance. Noticing the small frown on your face, they decide to ask about it.

“What’s the matter?”

“The bed is smaller than the one back in mom Toriel’s house.”

They gave you a look that shows complete disbelief.

“Are you actually being picky right now?”

“What?! No, you dumb hoe! I’m just saying that we might be squished together when lying down!”

“When did you get so comfortable to call me that?!”

Finally entering the room, you close the door right behind you before letting your body fall face-first on the bed. Extending your arms and legs to cover all the space possible.

“Hey move over!”

“No! Now there’s no bed for you!”

Although it came out muffled, Chara could still make out what you said. Groaning loudly and dramatically, they float over to you before letting themselves fall on top of your back.

Letting out a ‘oof’ you try to sit up while wiggling under Chara’s back.

“Get off, you freaking whale!”

“What? You are not enjoying being under my butt?!”

“That’s gross! We didn’t get close enough for this level of physical contact!”

Sighing frustratedly, you take the pillow of the bed before throwing it over your head with all your forces, which isn’t a lot. The complaints of your ghostly friend immediately filled your ears.

“You are just being plain rude!”

“And you are not?”

 “Fine I’ll get off you if I can sleep on the wall side.”

“Fuck no. I’m not getting my feet snatched by the boogie man.”

"That's why I want the wall side."

They chuckled evilly and rolled to the side so they could be between the wall and your body. You couldn’t get a second to breathe because your body was immediately kicked out of the bed.

“Oh fuck…I can’t believe you’ve done this…”

Getting up from the floor, you get rid of your shoes because the snow is now melting and starting to wet your socks. Turning off the lamp, you immediately jump on the space next to Chara while letting out a weird sound.

“Hahaha what is wrong with you???”

“Shut up is a law to do that when turning off the light.”

The both of you got under the sheets, but soon after you got comfortable Chara let out a squeal.

“Why did you leave your socks on?! They are humid and cold!”

“I’m not sleeping next to you with my bare feet! That’s gross!”

“Take them off and just keep your feet away from mine, what the f?”

“I just don’t want my feet to get snatched :c ”

Sighing they gave up and decided to let you be. The both of you stayed quiet for a minute, getting a little awkward since last time you both had a late night talk…it didn’t end up too well.

“Sooo…could you tell me more about your witch town?”

Chuckling a bit, you think about what to say. Sure you have many memories and tales to tell, but you guess it would be better to get all explanations out of the way before they get confused.

“Well, Mossgarde is not located in the human world.”

“...What?”

“We had to escape to another ‘world’ when the war with the humans started. Actually, it’s not common for us to come live here.”

“Then why did you move here?”

Cringing at their question made them apologize quickly. Shaking your head, you reassured them that it’s okay before answering slowly.

“...Well, I don’t know the details, I just saw my dad leave through the door when I was stargazing… I had never seen my mother do a spell so quickly, my ring and her necklace were done as soon as I blinked. She packed our things like crazy the very next day to move out.”

As if to prove your point, your right hand shakily reached your ring finger in your left hand. Starting to fidget to calm you down, the explanation continued.

“Something must have happened between them but mother never talks about it…or about anything for that matter. I guess the town brings bittersweet memories for her.”

The image of Chara hesitantly moving their hands is visible through your eyelashes. It wasn’t until their cold hands came in contact with yours that you noticed you weren’t fidgeting with the ring, but pinching your fingers’ skin.

“My mom completely forbids me from going to the witch world ever since…I haven’t even done my real initiation ceremony in The Capital.”

Noticing your saddened look at the mention of the ‘initiation ceremony’, Chara decides to change the subject to take your mind off of this.

“What does The Capital in your world look like?”

The way your eyes brighten once memories started flooding your brain made a wave of relief wash over them. They really don’t like how downhearted you look when your mother is brought up.

“It’s absolutely beautiful! Witches from all types and covens reunite there for celebrations!”

“What kind of celebrations? I never thought of it but do witches have a different culture?”

“Well, before the war, witches were all over the world. When our ancestors arrived in our new world, they decided to celebrate the festivities from each culture to make sure everyone feels included.”

The way their eyes widened made you chuckle.

“So all cultures are a part of you??? It would basically be celebrating something every day?”

“Let’s say a family has ancestors from Hawaii, they will reunite with other families that have at least one ancestor from there too to organize and celebrate whatever festival may come. If you don’t have an ancestor from there it’s your choice to celebrate or not.”

“That’s amazing…”

“Now that I’ve seen the human world, I realized that growing up like this avoids a lot of problems. I really don’t get why humans judge each other so much?”

“Humans are stupid. They are a bunch of cowards, being afraid of the things that are different from them.”

“I wouldn’t say cowards. Everyone tries to protect the ones they love and themselves before anyone else.”

Silence settled itself between the both of you, and it wasn’t until now that you noticed how they never let go of your hands. Seeing their hands encasing yours made a feeling of reassurance rise in your body.

“Thank you for trying to distract me from my mother. Usually, I never even think about her, but I guess my mind trusts you enough to talk so freely.”

Chara smiled at this, feeling accomplished…before you decided to freaking pull on their right cheek.

“You know too much. You can’t back down on this friendship now.”

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

“Hiya! You look like you had a great sleep. I’m glad you enjoyed the room! Feel free to come back any time.”

Thanking the nice lady, you exit the Inn with Chara following. There was a small igloo with a signpost next to it and when you decided to check it out, your ghostly companion read it for you.

“Don’t want to walk to the other side of town? Try the undersnow tunnels! They’re efficiently laid out.”

“Undersnow? I will definitely freeze.”

Walking through town you decided to not start conversation with anyone, it’s better this way in case the bunny lady at the store did talk to someone about you. No, these are not excuses to justify your anxious ass.

When walking close to a decorated pine tree with wrapped presents at the bottom, you stayed a bit to admire the little colorful lights. A yellow dinosaur-like monster was standing close to the tree on its other side. He saw you through his peripheral vision and started calling out to you excitedly.

“Yo! You’re a kid too, right? I can tell ‘cause you’re not as tall as any adult here.”

‘damn okay-’

There was a building with ‘Grillby’s’ on top of it, but what catched your attention more is a mouse monster with big ears being wrapped on a large green scarf standing close by.

Not being able to contain your giddiness, you decide to start a conversation with the little mouse. However, you are surprised when the monster starts talking before you can.

“Everyone is always laughing and cracking jokes, trying to forget our modern crisis…Dreariness. Crowding. Lack of sunlight. I would join them, but I’m just not very funny.”

Then they ran off to play with the snow, but you stayed there. Thinking over their words made you feel so bad, it has been almost 200 years since everything happened…

A big sigh comes out of your mouth when you feel Chara’s gaze, giving them a small smile and motion with your head to keep walking.

“A Library!”

“It’s Librarby-”

Ignoring Chara’s correction, you don’t hesitate a second to walk in the building. It’s…way smaller than what you expected but the sight of books keeps your excitement alive!

Practically teleporting to the bookshelf on the far right corner, you grab a book and open a random page to see if it peaks your interest. Chara’s murmurs were audible too since they are reading from the same page.

“Love, hope, compassion…This is what people say monster soul’s are made of…but the absolute nature of ‘soul’ is unknown. After all, humans have proven their souls don’t need these things to exist.”

Closing the book, you hug it to your chest and move on to the bookshelf at your left. Taking a hold of another random book, you wait this time for Chara to read it.

“‘Monster History Part 4’ Fearing the humans no longer, we moved out of our old city, Home. We braved harsh cold, damp swampland, and searing heat…until we reached what we now call our capital. “New Home”. Again, our King is really bad at names…?”

That's how you spent the next 90 minutes. Taking a random book, reading a page, and deciding if you should take it. The problem is that with each book you laid your eyes on…you wanted to take it with you.

Now here we are, Chara trying to stop you from taking the whole pile of books you got in your arms. It took them all this hour and a half to convince you to leave already, they don’t wanna spend another hour and a half convincing you not to take 20+ books.

“You can't take that many books!”

“Wanna fucking bet?!”

“You don’t even need them!”

Standing still for a minute, there is a heavy staring contest between you two. Chara is standing in front of you with their arms and legs expanded to stop you from going to the counter.

Suddenly, you run to their direction but change your body position to the left in order to evade Chara’s arms, nearly getting hit with the table where the old ladies are seated. Practically throwing your body at the counter, the books are placed for the bird-like librarian to check them out for you.

“I want to take these!”

Chara attached themselves to your back like a koala and started hitting your head while scolding you. The librarian only nodded and started doing his work silently, confused about why you did that.

Happily skipping on your step, you hum a little tune as the books sit comfortably on your arms. Then, you walk behind one of the trees that are between the library and a house and sit criss-cross on the snow.

“If you wanted to take a piss you could have said so.”

“Shut up, that's gross.”

“How are we gonna carry all these books?”

Chara observed curiously as you simply colocated the books on the ground before taking your bag off. Scoffing, they cross their arms and sit just like you by your left.

“It’s not gonna fit, genius.”

Ignoring them, you open your bag and start storing each book until there’s nothing left. However, the bag looks the same as always as if there’s nothing inside.

“Infinite bag, genius.”

Blowing a raspberry at them, you get out of the tree zone and continue walking with an impressed Chara following suit, asking you tons of questions.

The snow started falling faster as you continued, becoming too much to the point frost was very visible on your cheeks.

Chara was staring at you worriedly, they want to take you out of here but as every timeline, Sans is watching for the encounter with Papyrus. He would surely see you talking to thin air and become wary.

The sound of a whine coming from you caught their attention as they were thinking of a solution. Running to the tree zone at your left, they watch as you fall to your knees and hurriedly place your shaking hands on the bark of a tree.

They couldn’t make out what you were saying, but they could definitely see the small leaves sprouting from your palms and covering that spot of bark and its surroundings.

The slow rise and fall of your chest showed the deep breaths you were taking, with each breath the frost seemed to disappear.

So much for not wanting Sans to be suspicious of you-

Hesitantly, Chara placed their hands on your shoulders to gain your attention. Giving a heavy sigh, you remove your hands from the tree and look at your ghostly friend.

“...I asked for their help.”

Chara looked at you questionably, not knowing what you meant by that. A yawn interrupted you when trying to speak, making you cover your mouth with your hand which still had some leaves that sprouted from it.

“Now I can endure the snow a bit more, just like this pine tree.”

Encasing your left hand in theirs, they admire and carefully touch the leaves that sprouted from your skin. Meanwhile, you are rummaging through your bag using your free hand, pulling out the neatly wrapped cinnamon-bun.

Sleepily muttering something, you take your left hand from Chara before dividing the cinnamon-bun in two. Chara looked at you incredulously as you offered the bigger piece to them.

“You just casted a spell- no. TWO spells. I'm sure you’re tired as hell!! Eat it all.”

They pushed the piece towards you, and surprisingly you were able to put up some resistance.

“I feel bad when I’m the only one eating. Please?”

A small staring contest started but before Chara could blow air on your eyes to make you lose, your eyes began to become glassy. A wave of panic washed over Chara, they have never seen you cry. Slightly grumbling, they swiftly snatch the smaller piece which was in your other hand.

“Fine. But you gotta eat the bigger piece.”

They shoved the cinnamon bun piece in their mouth before you could attempt anything else. Too tired to continue arguing, you sigh and start munching on your own piece. Once you finished eating, Chara offered their hands to help you stand up; taking a hold of your shoulders when you wobble slightly.

“It wasn’t enough huh?”

Rubbing your eyes a bit to adjust your sight, you turn to your friend and show a small smile.

“I’m fine, it’s mostly this ring’s fault. Kind of keeps me from using my powers to their fullest you know?”

The journey continued with you advancing slowly but surely.

“Then why do you wear it?”

“Uh…it’s been years since I’ve casted any spell without the ring…it could be dangerous.”

The snow started to become thicker to the point all you could see was white and Chara by your side. Then, from all the white cold, a black silhouette emerged.

“Besides, I don't want anyone to see my mushrooms and leaves…it’s kind of intimate….”

Papyrus began talking as soon as you finished muttering that to your friend.

“Human. Allow me to tell you about some complex feelings. Feelings like…the joy of finding another pasta lover. The admiration for another’s puzzle-solving skills. The desire to have a cool, smart person think you are cool.”

‘My brain is not brain-ing…’

“These feelings…they must be what you are feeling right now!!!”

‘The what now??? I just want to sleep bro…”

“I can hardly imagine what it must be like to feel that way. After all, I am very great. I don’t ever wonder what having lots of friends is like.”

‘Again, Papyrus, that is very sad.’

“I pity you…lonely human…”

“I have Chara, tho…I don’t think I’m lonely.”

Papyrus wasn’t able to hear you because of how low you muttered that, but maybe some did hear it. Even if you couldn’t see his expression, you were sure that the way he moved showed that he was smiling and excited. Offering a hand towards you as he said his next words.

“Worry not!!! You shall be lonely no longer! I, the great Papyrus, will be your…”

‘-bitch. sorry Paps for I have sin.’

Papyrus let his hand fall back to his side, looking at the ground while thinking. Reality seemed to sink in since he grabbed at his head with both hands.

“No…No. This is all wrong! I can’t be your friend!!! You are a human! I must capture you!!!”

‘Racist much??? wait- I’m not even human-’

“Then, I can fulfill my lifelong dream!!! Powerful! Popular! Prestigious!!! That 's Papyrus!!! The newest member…of the Royal Guard!”

Your white soul was put out of your chest as a battle began. Anxiety bubbles inside of you since Papyrus has never seen your soul, his reaction and opinion about it really does matter to you.

Chara’s narrating voice brought you out of your self-conscious episode. Making you notice how you are able to see Papyrus more clearly now, his reaction to your soul however showed pure, innocent curiosity.

“Papyrus blocks the way!”

Not knowing what to do, you decide to give him a compliment hoping it could make him change his mind.

“You know I actually admire your personality! You are so dedicated to your dreams which is something I would love to be able to do.”

This statement caught Papyrus by surprise, making his posture change and his hands to stim for a minute. Chara turned to look at you questionably and somewhat annoyed.

“What!? Fl-flirting!?”

Oh damn…is that what this is??? You were beyond confused. Never in your life did you think that being nice was considered flirting. Maybe that’s why boys tell girls that they are flirty b- that just ‘play with their feelings’. Stupid boys.

“So you finally reveal your ultimate feelings!”

‘I just wanna sleeeeeeeep’

“W-well! I’m a skeleton with very high standards!!!”

‘my standard is a love like the studio ghibli movies-’

Papyrus waited for your next statement, looking flustered but trying to hide it with a brave persona. When nothing came to your mind, you turned to look at Chara who sighed and moved close to your ear to whisper.

“I can make spaghetti…?”

“Oh no!!! You’re meeting all my standards!!! I guess this means I have to go on a date with you…?”

‘WHAT NO THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS…wait is it?’

“Let’s date l-later!! After I capture you!”

3 bone(r)s came your way at a slow pace, it was easy to dodge and you are thankful for that. If the attacks came faster (i’m sorry-) you would surely get hit because of how distracted you are, the question of how dates work still on your mind.

“Papyrus is thinking about what to wear for his date.”

“Chara I don’t have anything to weaaar…”

Chara rolled their eyes and instructed you to spare him. You did as told, wanting this awkwardness to end so you could throw yourself down a cliff.

“So you won’t fight…Then, let’s see if you can handle my fabled ‘blue attack’!.”

A bunch of blue bones came your way, remembering Sans�� advice you stayed as still as you could hoping that your shaking didn’t count as moving. Suddenly your soul turned blue out of nowhere freezing you in one spot, getting you an ugly scratch from a bone that flew close to your arm.

Hissing at the pain, you put as much strength as you could to move your left hand towards the scratch in your right upper arm.

“You’re blue now. That’s my attack! Nyeh heh heh!!!”

The feeling of a pair of hands being placed delicately on your shoulders made you look at your friend. They were staring at you worriedly; offering a small smile you signaled them that you are okay.

“You’re blue now.”

Taking a deep breath to somewhat calm your nerves, you stare determinately at Papyrus before continuing with the spare option. Papyrus didn’t care though as he was busy muttering to himself while being in a thinking pose.

“Hmm…I wonder what I should wear…”

‘Bestie are you for real??? thinking of the date after you just beat me???’

Even if it was harder to move since your soul was still blue, you were able to jump above the bones like a bad bitch. Your landing was a bit messy- but it’s still cool that you were able to jump!

“Papyrus is trying hard to play it cool.”

The attacks started becoming a little harder and quicker, walls of bones coming right after the last one. The combination of white and blue bones confuses you a bit from time to time. Thanks to Chara’s advice and directions you have been doing somewhat fine.

That is until the bones started becoming taller…

“Not too long and I will use that special attack!!!”

Chara could see that you are struggling with the jumps, they were planning on trying to carry you above the bones. Some bones were changing their size as they came at you, the middle bone becoming too tall to pass.

You were getting ready to accept that you died once again, but the pain never came. Opening your eyes slowly, the greenish barrier that has been slightly protecting you is visible. Sighing in relief, the barrier breaks as soon as you land on the ground again.

Glancing at Papyrus to check if he saw anything, you only see him putting some cologne. Noticing your stare, Papyrus puts the bottle away and clears his throat(?.

“This is your last chance…before my special attack!!”

Being now confident that the barrier will help you a bit more, you jump above the tall bones. This is getting annoying in your opinion…

“Behold…! My special attack!”

Awaiting the so-called special attack, all you see is the dog from before munching on a bone.

‘YOU ARE ALIVE!!!’

“What the heck! That’s my special attack! Hey! You stupid dog! Do you hear me!?”

Papyrus angrily marched towards the dog with his hands on his hips, making said animal stand on alert.

“Stop munching on that bone!!!’

The dog started to slowly back away towards the tree zone with the bone between its teeth.

“Hey!!! What are you doing!!! Come back here with my special attack!!!”

Papyrus was starting to run after the animal before the dog just disappeared in the woods. Standing still for a minute, there was an awkward ambience. Shrugging as if it was nothing, he returned to his previous spot while you watched amusingly.

“Oh well. I’ll just use a really cool regular attack.”

“Papyrus is getting ready for a regular attack.”

Papyrus sighed deeply, being disappointed that his attack was stolen, he spoke bluntly.

“Here’s an absolutely normal attack.”

An absolutely normal attack came your way, some bones even forming the words ‘cool dude’. Then a ton of bones came your way with an even bigger bone at the end. You jumped as high as you could but the barrier did appear when you almost got hit with the last bone.

Giving a big sigh of relief, you simply step above the small final bone. Papyrus started panting while resting his hands on his knees for support.

“Well…I…It’s clear…you can’t!...defeat me!!...Yeah!!! I can see you shaking in your boots!!! Therefore I, the great Papyrus, elect to grant you pity!! I will spare you, human!!! Now’s your chance to accept my mercy.”

You accepted his mercy without missing a beat.

For some reason all your surroundings became clearer and the snow stopped falling as soon as the fight came to an end, you’re just glad you are not that cold anymore. Papyrus turned away from you while playing with his hands.

“Nyoo hoo hoo…I can’t even stop someone as weak as you…”

‘bro????’

“Undyne’s going to be disappointed in me. I’ll never join the royal guard…and…my friend quantity will remain stagnant!”

Guilty started to sink in your gut, feeling like it’s your fault that Papyrus is feeling sad. Hesitantly, you decide to speak up.

“Um…I may not be the best qualified person…but I do want to be your friend if you allow me, maybe that way I’ll become just as great as you.”

Papyrus turned so fast you’re concerned he got whiplash. The way his eyes seemed to hold stars in them made a small smile appear on your face.

“Really?! You want to be friends, with me???”

A nod was instantly shown at him, his energy rubbing off on you. His smile widened, if that’s even possible, as he colocated his hands on his hips.

“Well then…I guess…I guess I can make an allowance for you! Wowie!! We haven’t even had our first date…and I’ve already managed to hit the friend zone!!!”

Your smile became a little strained as you were reminded of the dreadful date coming your way. You are not too sure about what he meant at the end of his sentence but eh whatever makes him happy.

“Who knew that all I needed to make pals was to give people awful puzzles and then fight them??”

‘Not sure about that one but at the same time…it’s kind of what Chara and I did???’

“You taught me a lot, human. I hereby grant you permission to pass through! And I’ll give you directions to the surface. Continue forward until you reach the end of the cavern.”

Pointing with his thumb at the path by his back, he gave you a big smile. Then que kneeled a bit to be at your height, making sure you hear the next directions.

“Then…when you reach the capital, cross the barrier. That’s the magical seal trapping us all underground. Anything can enter through it, but nothing can exit except someone with a powerful soul…like you!!!”

Eyes widening a bit, you pondered about this information. A human soul is surely powerful, they have traits that can become scary…specially determination. Witches’ souls are strong, sure…but you are not sure if yours is powerful.

“That’s why The King wants to acquire a human, he wants to open the barrier with soul power. Then us monsters can return to the surface!”

Then his expression turned serious as he remembered something.

“Oh…I almost forgot to tell you…to reach the exit, you will have to pass through The King’s castle.”

‘fuckno’

“The King of all monsters…he is…well…”

Waiting anxiously for him to finish his sentences, a small jump is produced out of you when his expression suddenly changes to a happy one once again. He sure has some mood swings-

“He’s a big fuzzy pushover!!! Everybody loves that guy. I am certain if you just say ‘excuse me, Mr. Dreemurr, can I please go home?’ he’ll guide you right to the barrier himself!”

‘I don’t think it’ll be that easy Paps…’

“Anyway!!! That’s enough talking!!! I’ll be at home being a cool friend!!! Feel free to come by and have that date! Nyeh heh heh!!!”

Then he ran away, weirdly floating above you…maybe you saw it that way because of how tired you are.

Sighing deeply you pondered about what to do now, maybe the date with Papyrus is gonna be more chill than continuing the journey. You start walking towards the side of the path where you came from.

“Never thought I would be asked on my first date this way…”

Chara immediately stopped on their tracks. Turning to them questionably, you see a look of disbelief painted on their face.

“Wait- You’ve NEVER been on a date before???”

An offended look plastered itself on your face. You prepare a remark, feeling embarrassed that they said it like that. 

“What about it?! Just saying since now that I won’t believe you if you tell me you had dates before.”

A smack to your head was delivered by an equally embarrassed Chara.

“It’s not like that! It’s just hard to believe that no one has ever asked you out…you are actually really attractive- no homo.”

‘Attractive? attractive?! Is that what they think of me?!’

“I mean if someone as good-looking as you has never been on a date, what hope do I have?”

A snicker left your mouth at that last statement, you never considered yourself good looking, thinking that you were pretty plain and normal. A thought crossed your mind, well Chara is already dead so you doubt they would get their date in the future.

Suddenly your hands were delicately taken by Chara’s cold ones. Their hazelnut eyes held a soft look as you both made eye contact.

“...Do you want to go on a date with me?’

Their question surprised you, that’s what you were gonna ask but they beat you to it. Taking your silence as something negative, they tried to explain themselves.

“I mean only if you want to! I already know how the date with Papyrus goes, and honestly I wouldn’t want that to be your first date experience…”

Chuckling at their rambling, you squeeze their hands to get their attention.

“I was actually going to ask you the same thing.”

The way a smile instantly formed on their face just felt right between you. Suddenly they started running to the other direction of the path, where Papyrus told you the journey would continue.

“Oh! Wait- where are we going??”

“Trust me I know a place!”

Because of the running you couldn’t stop to greet the other monsters that were seen in the new zone. Sans was about to call over to you but didn’t get a chance as Chara dragged you forward.

After a bit of running, Chara made you both go through a small hidden hallway. Only then was that they finally slowed down and allowed you to take in your surroundings.

Bright blue flowers littered this small zone along with blue typha, or water sausages, being close to a small lake of equally bright blue water. The grass looked like a darker shade of blue, being knee length tall makes it brush against your skin. However, differently from almost all the time this feeling didn’t bother you or trigger your sensory issues.

“Wow…this place is really pretty…”

While you were admiring the scenery, Chara was accommodating some things in the grass near the small lake. A small ‘hey’ took you out of your trance, looking at Chara you see that they put some plates with your favorite desserts.

Only that it was some of Toriel’s plates…and the desserts you baked at Toriel’s house…

“Where and when did you save all of this??”

“Where is magic, don’t question it, and I borrowed these while you were busy with Toriel on the day we were leaving.”

A small chuckle left your mouth, thanking them when they offered a cup of your favorite beverage. A wave of surprise washed over you when you took a sip to find out…it’s made just like you like it.

"How were you able to prepare it the way I like it?"

“Well…maybe I pay a little too much attention to you.”

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

Even after the pastries were finished, the conversation was not. There was a lot of laughter and story-telling, mostly from you since it seems like Chara still has a hard time opening up about their past. Still they sure have a lot of jokes and interesting facts to tell.

The both of you were now seated close to the lake with your feet in the water, shoes discarded to the side. Chara was in charge of the music once again.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Meteor Shower - Cavetown

“Looks like you’ve taken a liking to Cavetown…you have taste.”

“The songs put me at ease…”

As your Cavetown playlist fills the air, calmness wash over you when watching the small waves of the lake. On the other end, Chara is battling with something on their mind.

Looking at your hand, all they see is the ring. They want to ignore it, but…

“Could you take off your ring?”

You flinched at their question, shuffling a bit away from them. Thinking about it for a minute, your right hand shakily covered your left one unconsciously. They took your hands in theirs when noticing the doubtful expression; staring at your eyes for any sign to let go.

“It’s okay! I don’t say it to see you use your abilities…I just want to see what you look like.”

“I’m not sure…I haven’t been without it for so long…”

Giving you a calm look, they let go of your hands deciding not to pry any further. However, you continued to ponder over this, well your mother is not here to stop it and you won’t use your powers so…

Sighing shakily, you slowly take off the ring that has been keeping you grounded.

Chara observed as small mushrooms and leaves sprouted from your head, small dots littering your cheeks like stars, the pattern of fern leaves being printed on the visible skin from your neck.

SIlence fell upon you.

Out of nowhere, the ghost grabbed your face with both hands and brought it close to theirs.

“What?! You have freckles???”

Sparkles were practically radiating off of them, their eyes shining as much as the floating stars you’ve encountered. Being embarrassed because of their attention, and because no one has ever seen you in this form, you lightly push their face away.

“It’s only a trait from the black coprinopsis picacea mushroom…”

You pointed to a small black mushroom with white spots that was resting comfortably on the left side of your head to prove your point. Chara inspected closely the mushroom mentioned and compared it to your freckles.

“I think your freckles look more like stars, oh wait this one looks like a small flower-”

They continued to tell you what your freckles look like. Trying to keep count of how many freckles you have but getting lost after 30 something, counting the mushrooms on your head and the leaves that seemed forever stuck.

Once they finished, a comfortable silence settled between the both of you. The look of genuine tenderness Chara carried made you feel so safe, so at home.

They carefully brushed their fingers through your hair, and even if they are dead you could feel the warmth that action carried. Treating you like the most precious gem in the world, like you could break if they made the wrong move.

“AAH-”

Chara screeched as they were pushed into the water. What? You got nervous, this is the only thing that came to mind.

Your laughter filled the air and Chara’s ears as they came to the surface, their hair sticking to their face. Playfully scoffing at you, they threw some water with their hands at you. As a response you kicked water at their face.

“Oh you are so on.”

Suddenly they took you by your waist and threw you in the water. A squeal managed to leave your lips as your body sinked for a second before you resurfaced.

A fit of giggles was produced out of Chara as they heard your high-pitched squeal. The both of you started throwing water at the other for a minute before Chara threw themselves at you for a hug.

The both of you sinked in the water, and silently agreed for a competition to see who would last longer. In the end you lost, coming to the surface, you took a deep breath.

“Pfft- I’m a ghost, remember? I don’t even breathe.”

A gasp left your lips as you stare at them with a look of betrayal. Water was rapidly thrown at their face as they laughed at you.

“You cheated! I didn’t know that! Of course you would win!”

Chara just floated on their back and pointed upwards to catch your attention. Looking up, you were mad at yourself that you failed to noticed the stars imitation on the top of the cavern

“Wow…”

Changing your position so you could float on your back too, you lightly move your feet to go in the direction Chara is. When your head lightly hits their stomach, they take your hand to accommodate your position so the both of you are side to side.

“Those are gemstones.”

“...I think it’s prettier than what we are able to see on the surface.”

After a while, you had to come out of the water so your clothes could get dry before entering Snowdin again. Laying on the soft grass side by side, you took one of the books you borrowed from the library and started reading. Chara rested their head closer to your shoulder so they could read with you.

The both of you stayed like that, reading together and hearing the calm sounds of water. Being in each others’ presence.

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

Collywobbles:

Butterflies in the stomach.

New song added to Chara Tape A!

Meteor Shower by Cavetown

New song added to Y/N Tape A

Matilda by Harry Styles

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆.

sorry if you saw the first version- it just didn't convince me entirely.

[meglyfer]

Frisk

Frisk's personality drastically changes on each route, which I guess would be kinda expected, how can the same person be an absolute angel and do an entire genocide of the people they saved on another timeline? On a pacifist timeline their actions would be guided by kindness, a belief that monsters are like humans and should be treated with love (not LOVE). On a neutral route, their actions are made out of fear. The Underground is a scary place full of creatures they've never seen before, escape and defend is the top priority on their mind. On a genocide run, however, things go the way they do based on the thought that these creatures don't matter. Their lives are so meaningless in the first place to be put underground for a century in the first place, who would miss such abominable creatures? Soon, the lack of care for their lives would turn into an addiction to the power and adrenaline. To their core, Frisk is kind of a sarcastic person, and is one that first acts and then thinks. They are not the most empathetic person, not to say they are heartless of course, just saying that they might have trouble relating to others. They have a great curiosity that constantly seeks to be satisfied. They are young, 15 years old to be more precise, which means they are still learning and developing their personality. Each decision they take can have a great impact on them, if they let themselves learn from them. Their past is not clear, and the reason they fell into to the Underground is doubtable. They tripped on the root of a tree which made them fall, yet never elaborated on why they were on Mt. Ebott in the first place. When talking about how life was before falling, they only mention how his household wasn't the best and ran away for a couple days, always thinking to coming back eventually, but never explains further about why it wasn't good, nor anything nor anyone else on their life. Friends, family, hobbies, anything, they just don't talk about it.

Chara

When Chara was born it had been only 30-40 years since the monsters' imprisonment, so there was still a running hate on their village to them. This played out terribly for the kid. They were born with albinism and some features and slight deformities that made them look like a monster, more specifically a goat monster. This lead to the people of the village constantly mistreating Chara and calling them a monster, and ended up with them trying to off themselves on Mt. Ebott (wow, you guys really made a ten year old try to off themselves). Luckily they survived, were found by Asriel and lives a very happy life in the Underground, the rest is spoilers I'm not gonna say yet. Chara is someone who seeks for justice, though their judgment may be clouded when it comes to humans due to their view of them because of their past experiences. They have a difficult time trusting people, but once they've established a relationship with someone, they'll never let them go. They are very loving and protective towards their friends and family. They have sworn to themselves that they would protect monster kind no matter what as a thanks and repayment for all the kindness they have shown them since they arrived.

Sabria

Sabrina is the soul of patience There's not much to say about her for how young she was when she died (12 years old) Her parents died when she was just a baby in an accident, so she was adopted by her neighbours. She was a very shy and quite girl, but would never stop talking with her older sister. People often described her as a sweet little girl that never had much to say.

Mettaton

Mettaton was created by Alphys and Sans as the ultimate defense system, but he ended up developing a personality of his own and becoming a tv star. Though he is basically his own person by this point, he still responds so Alphys' and Sans' every command since he was programmed to do so, he would never do something that goes against something they said. "But what if Alphys and Sans give him contradicting orders?" He would respond to Alphys, since she had more participation on his creation, meaning that she has more power over him. Mettaton isn't actually interested to get Frisk's soul to cross the barrier and become an idol for the humans, but instead fights Frisk because Alphys tells him to do so. Personality doesn't change much from OG Mettaton other than he sounds and acts a bit fruttier.

Asriel

SWEET LITTLE GUYYYY, MY LITTLE BABY, CAN DO NO HARM Ujump, I mean He is the same as OG Asriel, but doesn't let himself be pushed around as much. He is usually the one taking the lead when doing stuff with Chara instead of the other way around

Toriel

Probably the only remaining member of the Dreemurr family with emotional stability. she is what you would expect of her, a mother who lost everything, yet still finds it in her to keep going. She has a lot of love inside her, but since he lost those who she sought of giving it to, she instead gives a piece of her love to everyone around. She's been around for longer than what people can imagine, making her someone very wise. But don't take everything she says as facts, because though she has a lot of knowledge in her, her feelings sometimes may get in the way of her acting. She lives by the thought that everyone deserves a chance to show who they are, and a second chance to amend their mistakes. Never will she treat someone badly without them being mean first. But, of course, just because she is a radiator of love and kindness, that doesn't mean she's stupid. There is a line, maybe invisible to some, but very much there, that once you cross it, you'll be in her bad side, and you don't want to be in her bad side. "The only thing that works in this world, is that you treat others as they treat you. Those who have treated me with kindness, I will repay that kindness tenfold. And those that treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I will repay that injustice a thousand times over." (if you know where that quote is from you are so cool)

[spectra-solves]

Information

spectra-solves info ————————————

⭐CW: Mentions of Death, Slight gore, Serious topics, Mentions of the Afterlife, will add more when story progresses This blog is not based on a real person, nor case, and is entirely fictional ⭐ what is this blog? - a story starring Spectral Trails and friends about cold cases of the undead

⭐ what program does the mun use? - clip studio paint !

⭐ special tags? + blog refs = character reference sheets - more added upon blog growth ⭐ who are you outside spectra? - im a adult (pls lmk if ur uncomfy with adults following you and ill unfollow!!)  artist trying to relive her days on tumblr, i also run twi-replies! ⭐ anything off limits? - i will not answer anything relating to fet!shes, nxfw, anything that could be hateful to groups of people, you get it, also i probably wont answer everything, if its just roleplay then i do not tend to reply as im an art blog with story elements ⭐ how long have you been a fan of mlp? - since 2011!

⭐ do you keep up with g5? - no, sorry! though id love to interact with some charas from there!!

⭐ are ocs/other universes allowed to interact? anyone and anything can ask! i love seeing the creativity people have with their characters of choice, so dont be shy : ]

⭐ do you have a DNI? - prosh!pers, fet!sh blogs, t3rfs, basic dni criteria ———————— thank you for reading !!

[imbonewary]

Shifting Sans Chapter 11 "In the Know"

~

Chapter 1 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 12

~

“Yes, Serif,” Chara assured. “As far as we can tell, the reset power is gone.”

It’s over.

The nightmare is really over.

Right?

“You better not be lying or pulling my leg with this shit,” I growled, sockets dark. “This is not a subject to joke about.”

“Of course not,” Chara said, holding up her hands, looking mortified at the thought.

“Dude, I may lack empathy, but even I know that’s too far,” Frisk waved the notion away. “Ya don’t mess with serious trauma like that.”

I stared them both down, trying to detect any hint of deception.

I didn’t find any.

The resets really are done then. Unless…

“You will tell me if that ever changes, right? If it somehow comes back?”

“You’ll be the first to know,” Chara replied.

My wings were flared slightly as I dialed up my emotion feeling to the max, scrutinizing them both. Frisk was just mildly flippant about the whole situation, with a slight undercurrent of defensiveness; how dare I accuse him of such things when he’s been working so hard to be better. Meanwhile Chara was being as open and forward as possible, pretty obviously vying for my favor. Normally, this would bug the heck out of me but for now I was grateful for it; she’d likely be willing to reveal or agree to just about anything if it meant getting (and staying) on my good side, for better or worse. Let’s just hope she keeps her word. And keeps Frisk in line.

“Ok. Who else knows about you two?” I changed the subject. I don’t wanna out Papyrus if they don’t know he knows, cuz if his reaction last night is anything to go by, he definitely knows something.

“There’s me an’ Chara, of course,” Frisk began counting on his fingers. “And now you. Flowey used to have the reset power until I fell down. He mostly remembers but it’s kinda hard to tell how much since he’s kinda… loopy. After his own resets.”

“We’re also unsure how much of his supposed insanity is an act,” Chara continued. “Sometimes, he is able to speak with perfect clarity while at others he barely seems to know his own name.”

“Flowey had control of my resets too, until the kid fell,” I nodded. “He was a manipulative little shit but I wouldn’t call him “loopy” or anything. A topic for another time though. Anyone else? Does Sans know he’s got two kids for the price of one?”

“We did tell him during a few resets,” Chara looked away, uncomfortable. “And he seemed fine with the idea until he discovered it was me. Sans and Asriel were very close before my death, I even called him “Uncle Sans” after Asriel adopted me, and losing both of us in such quick succession seems to have traumatized him greatly.”

“To his credit, he really tried to be ok with it,” Frisk also looked away. “But he was stuck somewhere between wanting to hold her a little too close and wanting to push her away. So, we’ve decided not to tell him, at least not yet.”

“Right, I’ll help cover for you when I can then,” I nodded. “But hopefully we can ease him into the idea so you won’t have to hide from him forever.”

“That would be nice…” Chara trailed off with a yearning smile.

“So, anyone else?” I continued. “I had to mention the resets last night, while being interrogated by Doc Tori and Mettaton- I mean, Mettané, but I only talked about the Flowey controlled resets. I wanted to talk to you first before accidentally outing you.”

Both kids froze, glancing at each other. Suspicious.

“A-and you were at Papyrus and Alphys’ house,” Chara said, though it was more like a question. I nodded.

“Guess you already know that Papyrus knows then, huh,” Frisk said the quiet part out loud. I nodded and Chara sighed.

“Well, there’s no point hiding it if you already know,” she seemed uncomfortable while Frisk looked wholly unbothered. “But we didn’t want to reveal his involvement without his consent so, aside from confirming he does have some recollection of resets, we’ll leave it up to him to share his experience with you when he’s ready.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “I didn’t wanna out him either if you didn’t know he knew, just like my human didn’t know. We’ll be seeing him later today anyways, though, right?” I continued, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. “If we can get Alphys out of the house-”

“Why do you think I suggested going over there for lunch?” Chara said with a cheshire grin, apparently very proud of herself. “We haven’t really had a chance to speak with him since the barrier broke and he was pivotal in Frisk’s reformation.”

“But you didn’t know I knew about resets yet.”

“We just would’ve ditched you and Alphys at some point but now we only need to get Alphys out of the way,” Frisk shrugged. “And if Pap knows that you know, he’ll probably preemptively get rid of her before we even get there.”

“He’ll probably ask her to watch his sentry post while he makes us lunch,” Chara nodded, though she seemed annoyed about something, then shook her head, apparently dismissing it. She smiled. “Alphys’ idea of “making lunch” is warming up a Cup Noodles for us, which Papyrus always complains about.”

Frisk snickered.

“Heh, guess some things transcend time and space,” I chuckled, thinking of my own Alphys.

Which reminds me.

“By the way, if you’re up for it,” I offered. “One thing you could help me with is renaming everyone from my original universe, or at least everyone important. It would make it easier to call them by a name instead of saying “my Alphys” and “your Alphys” and would be easier to talk about things without being too obvious to those who don’t know that I’m from another universe entirely.”

“You could just be from a small community in the Deep,” Chara nodded. “That would work as a cover story.”

“Good thinking,” I praised. Chara smiled and I could feel her trying to downplay her delight. “Speaking of cover stories though,” now it was my turn to be uncomfortable. “I’d rather not let on that I absorbed a piece of a human soul; it sounds like that won’t go over so well around here.”

“Yeah, I can imagine,” Frisk smirked.

“And absorbing the soul piece has changed my magic somewhat,” I ruffled my wings; it was hard letting myself be vulnerable. “I wouldn’t mind having some help getting used to my new abilities, if you two wouldn’t mind helping me.”

“All things considered, I don’t think Papyrus would hold it against you either,” Chara mused. “So he might be able to help as well.”

“And I’m sure some of our other friends wouldn’t mind training with you, even if they don’t know about the soul piece,” Frisk concluded. “Besides, some messed up stuff happened in the Labs,” he shrugged. "Absorbing a piece of a human’s soul probably isn’t the worst thing any of them have heard of."

“Somehow, that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“How much time do we have before lunch anyways?” Frisk muttered to himself, taking out his phone. “We’ve got, like, a half hour until we gotta call Sans so we should probably start heading over to Pap’s. We can take the scenic route since we’ve got time.”

“You should get changed out of your pajamas first though,” Chara reminded.

“Oh yeah, thanks Chara. That would’ve been embarrassing.”

“You can borrow some of our clothes, Serif,” Chara offered. “You look about the same size as Frisk.”

I looked down at my outfit. I’d slept in my jacket and my white shirt was rumpled and creased but it wasn’t that dirty. I didn’t smell too bad either.

“Nah, I can wait til I get my own,” I declined, starting to get off the couch and slide into my slippers, when something struck me as very, very wrong. Like putting my shoes on the wrong feet but way more intense. And I definitely had them on the right feet. It almost made me nauseous.

“Serif?”

I sat there, frozen, for longer than I care to admit, soul roiling. 

“Serif!”

I gasped, yanking my feet out of the slippers as if they tried to bite me. I shook my head, that was weirdly intense. Maybe save looking into that for some time when I’m alone though. For now…

“Eheh, could I uh, maybe borrow some shoes?”

[echantedtoon]

Chasriel Week Day 4

Day 4: first meeting *Deltarune Au* Trying to find the book you were specifically looking for was kinda hard when the shelved were at least twenty feet each and filled with easily hundreds of books. And did I mention that the library had at least seven floors with easily fifty bookshelves on each floor? Yeah it wasn’t wasy finding anything in there, unless you were the librarian. That lady seemed to know the place like her own glasses, unfortunately she was rather vague as well. Should be in the fiction section she said. You should find it on one of the middle shelves she said. Well she didn’t specify and now he was walking around looking at random book covers and reading their names like some child on a wild goose chase. Who knows how long this would take? For the life of him this would take all eternity at this point. He sighed and just kept scanning the booktitles looking for any that might’ve been good to read, because at this point he severly doubted he would find the specific one he wanted, so it wasn’t a bad idea to look for some others he might like just in case. Was a good idea. Right? Eventually he stopped and stared at one green covered book. Funny, it’s cover didn’t say anything. The thin thing was wedged between two much larger books and didn’t look easy to get out-…..And wouldn’t you know it. It was actually correct. When he reached out a hand and tugged, it didn’t budge. It felt like a rock stuck inside concrete. So what else to do but to pull harder. Made sense right? But when he pulled harder nothing happened. Ok. Time for extreme measures. Both of his hands came to grab the book's skinny frame and he pulled harder, wings fluttering in frustration. He didn't have to wait long. A moment later it FINALLY came loose-....With about twenty or so book from it's left side. He yelped and watched in horror as they all fell to the floor with loud thumps. A few monsters around him paused what they were doing and looked over at him. To which he froze and gave a nervous chuckle at the situation....Before quickly bending down and picking up the books and placing them back onto the shelf one by one. Not sure in the correct order but hopefully no one would notice. Completely forgetting the small book and placing it back with the others. It didn't matter anyways. He was a little too busywith the cleaning up of his mess to care at the moment. Leave it to him to do something this embarrassing He was just reaching the last book when another grip made him freeze. ...There was another hand on the book, right next to his. He looked up and froze at the sight of red eyes and smile looking right at him.

"Here. Allow me to help you out there."

"Uh..."

The smiling figure without another word, stood, turned to the shelf next to them and gently placed the book back with the rest. Before smiling back down to the still crouched monster. ...And raised a brow. "Are you comfortable down there?" He immediately stod up with a small squeak and the other chuckled good naturdly. "Well, now I can see you better. Looks like you had quite the mess to clean up there."

"Um..Y-Yeah. T-T-Thank you," he managed to squeak out. Making the other guy laugh again. This guy was...tall to say the least. Or at least taller than his small self. And his features were, pardon the term, heavenly. And he nearly swallowed his tongue when he chuckled again at his stunned silence. "Well, I can tell you don't need my help anymore. I'll leave you to your own-"

"Chara!" His squeaky voice forced out making the taller monster pause. He cleared his throat quickly. "U-Um. I-Im Dominic."

He blinked a couple times before reaching out his hand to shake Chara's. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chara. You may call me Asriel." Chara’s face flushed a slight bright green and smiled nervously. “Y-You too!” Asriel smiled and finally let go of his hand. “I hate to be rude and cut our meet up short, but Im afraid I have business elsewhere to take care of. Please, take care of the shelves.” “O-Ok.” He gave another smile before turning and walking the opposite direction from Chara, as the human could only stare and suck in a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.

[madokasoratsugu]

so hmst. ever think of fritz/lucette in a realistic scenario world w/out curses bc i do, way too much (even w my admittedly shitty knowledge of medieval times LMAO). pls have this dumbass meta that got way out of hand at 4.5k words lol..... aka i just really wanted to write forbidden romance about queen lucette and her personal knight fritz :”)))

ao3

happily ever afters are not for someone like lucette.

she is crown princess of angielle, the most prosperous kingdom to enjoy peace for over a decade on the continent and she will make it remain so, no matter what she must do. mother taught her to be unkind and unforgiving, but father’s rule taught her what that would cost. (‘your very life’; and lucette could die of laughter. her life was given to her country the moment the king placed his crown upon hers. her life was given to her citizens the moment she took her mother’s life. her life was no longer hers to live the moment she gave her first cry as a babe. )   

her mother taught her how to be a ruler, her father teaches her how to be a queen - what lucette must be willing to take (land and gold and unworthy men), to give (her future, her dreams, her happiness - but what are they, in the grand scheme of angielle, of her citizens’ days of peace?

what is she worth that they are not?) she knows the answer, through mother’s lessons that bear cruel truth her father never speaks of, but her knight makes her doubt.

jewels and gold lay heavy upon her, with him beside lightly dull in that scuffed armour and pressed uniform. surely, lucette knows, her worth is more than all the citizens in the land, not just for her riches and beauty, but for the blood that runs through her veins, the royal authority she wields with the ease and capability both rulers before her did. (her rule is made of fear and compassion and kind unkindness - blood must be split as must peace reign, one cannot go without another. cruelty is easy, forgiveness is easy, to find the balance is not but lucette rules with perfect grace balanced on that taut line, ready to cut her throat like the executioner’s axe on the council’s ruling at any moment.) but when he smiles, a secret crook of lips and a carefully angled head, the perfect fall of hair over face; the worth of a man tips, unbalances, and she finds herself slip, slip, slipping - and it’s roses and sunbeams and delicate gentleness lucette wishes she wielded instead, pretty and perfect and pure like all fairy tale heroines are, like all knights will rescue and cherish. lucette is a queen, but she is twenty and longing and impervious to the worst and only curse to befall any royal - love. aching, unattainable love for her very own knight.

(‘give none of yourself to them.’ mother gasped, blood dying her lips a beautiful crimson. ‘for they will give nothing back, my love. they took me, but in the end, i return to you.’ lucette cannot draw the blade out, hands tight around the hilt the queen had forced into her hands. in the end, her mother returns to her. and she returns to no one.)

lucette will use every means to claw her way to the crown, every man given to her to escape death even for another day, another hour, another minute. (bent over choking on her own vomit, steel boned corset catching knives and needles; continuous rescheduled trips to the outdoors; after all, men can be so, so inventive in the ways of killing. yet what is suicide but another method of death?) trained poison courses her veins, experimental cuts litter her abdomen, bows and arrows whittled thinly useless; lucette riella britton will give all of herself but her death. her mother might have taught her not to give a life she doesn’t own, her father might have expected her to die for his cause; in the face of both their righteous morals, lucette swallows another bud of aconite. palms pressed against lips, swallowing, relishing the bitterly sweet poison.

fritzgerald aiden leverton is assigned to her at age eighteen. he is clumsy and imperfect and a man by no standard other than the sword, but at fifteen and still feeling phantom daggers in her sides, poisons burning her guts, lucette has no complaints. not in the way he handles himself, not in the way he fights, not in the way he is, charming and captivating and strong. only in the way he intervenes. (“i can’t let you do this.” torch in hand, ready to burn the flowers at a moment’s notice. “would you rather your liege die?” hesitation on one’s part, and the ache of realisation of the likeness of all men throbs through another. “i’ll protect you.” “not forever.” “watch me.”)

in merely two years, fritz has had her entire personnel overhauled; incompetent fools who turn blind eyes to last minute changes in the menu or unnamed guests who request to be let in at balls. natural charisma, an unrelenting tongue and the favour of the king; using everything and everyone at his disposal and then some. throughout it all deflecting swords and arrows and daggers, both others and her own. and it infuriates lucette, how easily he overturns her expectations, her denials and rejections and pessimism and weaves it all into useless, tragic hope a princess like her cannot have. and it enrages lucette, how quickly the knives are turned against fritz instead; ministers’ cutting sharp proposals of misconduct, advisors’ petty contributions, the maids’ gossips, the blade of his own father. and it - confuses lucette, how familiarly fritz still smiles, and calls her title with a lilt that bears no trace of anything, anything at all. (“i can’t let you keep doing this.” roles reversed; the knight heaving a laugh that nearly goes south. “i was trained for this much.” voice muffled behind a gloved hand, face pale, forehead drenched with cold sweat. even water can be deadly, in a castle. “are you disobeying me?” “on this, i will be.” a slightly lowered hand, a mischievous smile, something foreign and insatiable curling, twisting in the princess’ abdomen. “i could have you executed for treason.” “that’s harsh, my princess.” “then promise.” “i promise nothing but to protect my charge, irregardless of cost.” a sword in one hand, her behind the other. fought for and protected and cherished and lucette - crumbles.)

fritz is made of soft and kind things that royalty are not allowed to dream of. wildflowers, the brays of sheep, a bookmarked bird feather. untethered kites, whirl of spinning threads, the first bloom of a morning glory. first, there is jealousy and spite, childish cold shoulders and biting words. knight to e5; restricted, leashed, threatened. next, there is echoing envy, hidden looks of sullen frowns and biten back sighs. knight moved to its leisure, lengths long. then, there is complex, contorting, confounding - (‘they will give you nothing back’), not-quite quiet smiles and lower lips that ache to be bit. knight and queen left. (check.)

feverish and in pain, still he smiles. (“you shouldnt be here.” voice so hoarse his usual laugh is grated to nothingness from tire. “neither should you.” the words come out unintended; meant as a scold, an order, a warning. he is hers to command, but knelt by his bedside, silks spilling around her and rough cotton covering him; imbalanced, neck running an invisible line of red, she cannot find the power. polished crystal cold against her lips, but his chapped ones are warm, so, so warm. fritz swallows the force fed antidote, eyes closing, breathes evening, calming; lucette wonders if he felt as she did when he first arrived before her, like a spring storm.) flushed and oddly turbulent, she finally smiles.

it is a year after the failed coup that lucette hears her mother again, newly crowned. the head knight takes more than just the people’s trust in the royal family - and lucette becomes queen a year after her father breathes his last. ophelia is still in mourning, emelaigne already promised to brugantia, rod too young and too occupied with the patrons of his songs. there is no one else more worthy. again, weighted by gold and jewels, lucette does not meet fritz’s eyes once during the ceremony. (“my queen.” a bow, a light quirk of lips that cannot lift her spirits as it usually does. “i cannot do this.” a sudden low whisper, an afraid admission. “i am not mother. i am not the king. i -.” brilliant, beautiful, ugly red staining her lips, sunken teeth breaking them. a quick thumb wiping the red, then gently, easily, cradling her clasped hands. lucette is nineteen and aching and still feels the grooves of the hilt she’d buried in her mother; but when fritz calls those tightly overlapping fingers a prayer for the dead who do not deserve her nor the forgiveness she still gives, lucette bends over and drips tears onto their hands, and wishes, for the first time in her life, to be worthy of the person before her; holding her gentle and kind and soft in a way lucette is not allowed to dream of.)

fairytales speak of both truth and lies - princes upon white horses will always arrive to sweep their princesses off her feet, but not all princesses have a prince voyaging for their hand. it is those dainty and delightful that do, like emelaigne and her charming prince klaude. lucette is made of too many thorns to bloom into a rose, too many rules and laws to be accepted without hesitation. perfect princes are rare, and only to be paired with the most pure, most perfect of princesses; with a cheerful disposition, an innocent worldview and no blood on her silky smooth hands. lucette does not mourn for her loss, not when she has never wanted such a gain. but during nights, as she flips through the books her sister left her with, she finds herself tracing over the figures of men in shining armour and wonders if the same rules apply to knights, too.

still; knights are dirty and scuffed in tunics and dull metal, too scarred bodies that are meant to wither on a battlefield, with too naive thoughts and too bloodied hands, too alluring smiles and too bright a laughter, paired with gentle eyes and chapped lips and kinder words than she knows, she’s heard; that captures, enamours her to him, to a mere knight who will not lose to any prince; for he is no less endearing or kind or perfect - but lucette is a queen and cannot be galvaning with a born commoner. her father lost the respect of nobles for his flight of fancy, died for it; lucette will not. lucette will - (throughout the coronation, fritz stands beside, decorated in white gold and an ivory white uniform pressed to his form, a one shouldered cape’s strap diagonally bound across his chest that bears a multitude of colourful medals, hair pinned back on one side, showing off a scar that runs over his jaw. he is lightly dull and when he bends at an angle, head tilting and lip curving a secret crooked smile, her chest dips and does not rise for a long, long, long time. the new weight that rests upon her head reminds her to let the breath out.) not.

it takes another two years into being queen before the talk of marriage is tossed upon the table. it’s late, by lucette’s expectations. she’d have thought those ugly vultures would have said something six months after her crowning. a king from a nearby country laughs when he hears of her disdain during a ball, and lets her in on the terror and awe the new queen had inspired into countries since her rule. with time, things have only just become stable, he supposes, a too shrewd guess from a small kingdom’s king. if he and his brothers were not already taken lucette would gladly join hands with them. (“but i am sure that is not what you are concerned with.” the king smiles, knowing. lucette eyes the man said to be the calm before a storm, warned against even neutral as their country’s stance is, and he returns her look with a finger pressed over his lips, keeps his impassive smile. “may fortune favour the lovers.”)

it does not come as a surprise why he is the only one who expresses his support for her. not only is he one of the only royals to have figured out lucette’s little infatuation (“jack of all trades indeed” fritz had whistled nervously when lucette showed him the king’s letter.), in terms of wealth, political and military might, there is only one other country to rival angielle’s. it may be on another continent, but that is of little consequence to a power hungry king, eager to wage war. and lucette knows all too well the easy way nobles and aristocrats alike give up on their futures, so the lack of enthusiasm surrounding her love life other than to increase angielle’s might is something she’s always expected. but the sudden pain in her chest at the thought of marrying another, spending her future without fritz by her side, is not something she had ever expected. (she pulls fritz to her personal library one early evening, for reasons unknown to even herself. it is decided, the date, the venue, the person. letters are being written as she stands, plans being made, people informed and gossip being spread; her heart is thudding painfully and her eyes are sore and her hands shake - “my queen?” “i’m sorry.” it is the only thing she ever seems to say to him, apologies and more apologies, and she wishes she were smarter, prettier, purer, lovelier, more worthy - then fritz is cupping her face and kissing her, and all that fills lucette’s head is longing and love and fritz.)

this is not smart at all. they are in a library, and even with it being reserved to the queen herself and the door locked behind them it is not smart. but in the heat of the moment, hands clutching, roaming, tangling, nothing is clear to the duo but the breathless, flushed person before them. (“are you - are you sure? i can stop.” a silencing kiss, a soft, soft murmur of consent. and the next word he utters is her name, and the happiness she was supposed to have given up on wells up in her in waves, breaking out of her by the returning call of his name.)

everything comes to a promised end after the night. one last, dear memory, and by morning, lucette is in her office, signing the document dismissing fritz as her personal knight, post-wedding. it will be easier for them both. it will be kinder, she convinced herself, as she wept into his chest and he held her, lower lip trembling. (“i’m sorry.” it is not the first time fritz has apologised, but the sorrow that aches in his words is new and vulnerable. lucette shakes her head, burying her face deeper into his chest, his arms tightening around her waist. “thank you.” it is the first time lucette says the words properly, instead of conveying it through action and blushes, and it makes the happiness in her ache as much as the sorrow must in fritz.) lucette’s hands do not shake as she presses the royal seal over the melted wax. once more, she hears her mother’s pained words, and closes her eyes. once more, everything of a queen is taken from her, and she returns to no one.

adding onto her already packed days, wedding preparations only serves to leave lucette with no time for her own at all. the choosing of silks and satin, the decor of the ceremony, the fine details that must go into it, and the continuous correspondence with her soon-to-be allies - the list only goes on and on and on and lucette is glad, if only because she can take her mind off her knight that still fastidiously stays by her side; still there at daybreak outside her chambers, still there late into the night outside her office. the words they exchange are strictly managed, limited, by their incapability to let go and forget. it is sudden jerked back hands, forced down laughter and sealed away smiles. some days they forget, and lucette stills with a held back sigh as fritz brushes a wayward strand of hair away from her eyes, as fritz’s lips linger too long over the back of her hand, as fritz smiles. but they are quickly reminded, as fritz smooths her hair beneath lucette’s crown, as fritz lets go of her hand too swiftly, as fritz turns away. (the hurt grows and grows and grows until it roots itself in lucette and numbed pain wars in her body every second of every day, burning and screaming and killing her. lucette does not think even the death of either parent had hurt this much. she aches and aches for his word, his touch, his smile, to simply be by his side again. buries these feelings, these needs, deeper and deeper and deeper down until she cannot remember them; until she is asleep and wakes up with tear stains on her pillows, her cheeks. presses her palms to her lips, swallows down the screams for a man a queen cannot allow herself to long for, and agonises in the bitterly sweet name she cannot speak.)

it is a week before the wedding, six months since the night, when a pain strikes lucette’s chest. it is the last of the celebratory balls prior to her wedding, and with a hand twisted into her chest, lucette finds herself wracked with pain she’s forgotten in the midst of her heartache; dressed in complacency and a plain wired corset, lucette curses, loud and uncouth, angry and tired and drowning sadness. everything swims in her vision, blurring, hazing, and lucette cannot tell the difference between this night and the ones of the previous six months; tears are gathering in her eyes, her gut is twisting, her every bone is threatening to shatter and she slides down the side of her bed, the need to live warring with the screaming need to simply let everything come crashing down and end. she has betrayed her mother, her father, her kingdom, her love - lucette has given all of herself over and over and over and she suddenly understands her mother’s last words not as chains but as warning sirens; lucette feels the grooves of the hilt like the petals of aconite, and remembers death is her own to take. (but before she can truly make it so, someone is hauling her up, forcing her into a stagger into the lavatory; gloves clattering metal as they hit the rocks, fingers are forced down her throat - vomit spilling out and lucette is made to live another day. when she runs out of liquid to expel, there is a cold cloth gently wiping her mouth, a worried gaze staring down at her. lucette is the one to turn away, this time. “you should have left me.” she says, throat raw and scratched from the scorching bile, from crying senselessly for the man who she leans against. fritz holds her with his clean arm, presses those lips she’s longed for for days and nights now against her crown, murmurs, “never.” lucette bites down on her lip, tastes beautiful red and bites harder. “leave me.” pushes him with an arm, forcing distance between them. “leave me!” a scream that does not break under the weight of the words, a sob that doesn’t translate. the warmth leaves her, his reluctant footsteps fade, and the emptiness of death is all that remains; long tipped from balance, lucette bows down into her skirts that billow silk around her, muffled cries spilling out of her cold, cold lips dyed crimson.)

the days pass by in a giant mass, and lucette lets herself be pushed along with the changing days, performing her role as well as any queen should. returns to being lucette riella britton, a queen, a monarch, a beloved ruler worthy of the titles she’s earned and the country she governs; wills herself to forget about lucette, a queen, a monarch; a woman unworthy of the love a clumsy, imperfect man by every standard he is measured by blessed her with. (with her own hands, lucette kills the cherished, protected, beloved girl; kills her weakness, her happiness, her mother and father both had taught her she is not allowed to have in their own ways, in their own deaths.)

lucette sits by her window, the outfitting of the day done. maids’ dismissed early, servants ordered not to disturb her until dinner, lucette’s gaze flits over the dust that catches in the setting sun, gloved hand fingering the multiple strands of pearls that lace her neck (“so you never forget.” her fiance had written in the card of the gift, sadistic in his connotations behind the choker, the collar.), and thinks of her inherited kingdom, the inherited grudges. closes her eyes, and forces herself to breathe. to not think of what another would have gifted, would have said, would have laughed and blushed in the way she delights at the new treasure (a roadside store pendant, a cut flower, a fluttering kiss). breath hitching, suddenly unclasping the latch of the choker, tossing it onto the vanity with a loud clatter. the burst of frustration quickly gives way to deflated resignation, and lucette puts away the accessory in a drawer. it would not look good if she damaged a wedding gift on the eve of the ceremony itself.

reaches up to undo her hair, when there’s a sudden bang, then a crash, and frenzied yells mixed with the clanging of swords and armour meeting floors. lucette stares at her door, jumps as a masked man barges in, and sweeps her onto one arm, the other outstretched and wielding a familiar blade. lucette barely has time to speak, to think; the man moves faster than her thoughts can, than her trained knights do. the cries for help not leaving her, instead bubbling, incredulous laughter nearly does; as the queen clutches tighter onto her kidnapper whose hair blends seamlessly into her gown, pure white and silver. (he is made of soft and kind things that royalty are not allowed to dream of, lucette knows, but forgets that even the gentlest of creatures turn into beasts when what they protect is threatened, forgets that fritz’s hands are dyed with the same beautiful crimson that her mother and her had both tasted, forgets that fritz is aconite - elegant and deadly and the only one she has given her death to.)

“you are not happy.” fritz says plainly, when they reach the stables. he knows his queen like the back of his hand, that his poor disguise is nothing to her, that her calm command over the past months is nothing but a poor facade to him. still, duty bound, royalty, the crown heavy on her head, lucette cannot answer. is not allowed to. the horse whinnies, and fritz shushes it fondly, strokes it’s mane. the saddle upon it is adjusted for two. “lucette.” he says, with a lilt that bears no trace of anything, anything at all. “it’s your choice. i will not blame you for anything. i never have.” under the rising moon, his smile does not wane; sure and gentle and accepting and whole. and it dumbfounds lucette, how effortlessly he comes to her aid, frees her, loves her, and asks for nothing but her happiness in return. (it is the same as when she was fifteen, when she was seventeen, when she was nineteen, and now twenty-one. it is the same. it always has been.)

her life is not hers to live, but her heart is hers to give. (”take me away.” lucette says, a whisper so loud it is a command that makes fritz’s lips curl in a wolfish fashion, as light as lucette feels, even clad in jewels and gold.)

now, there is simply love, a smile that has always stayed, always yearned, and a girl who has lost her bite, perfectly imbalanced. knight to queen. (checkmate.)

yet in the end, queens are queens, as knights are knights. happily ever afters are not made for a royal whose smallest sigh can bring an end to another’s empire; in these stories, tales of a knight who absconded with his queen is not a fairy tale to be told.

in the end, people will tell tales of the day angielle’s queen returned with the body of her knight who met his tragic end saving her from a daring abductor, of the inauspicious day angielle’s queen both murdered and married. he tried to take their queen from them, the people will say, and so their queen took his life in return. people will tell tales of the courageous knight who gave his life to take back their queen, who died for his kingdom. people will mourn and cry for the country’s loss of a brilliant soldier, but not for long enough; but not as long as the queen. people will tell tales of angielle’s brave queen, who loses her knight and her husband months apart of each other, and still rules with the grace and authority of those before her - unlost to grief, to pain. a worthy queen, a blessed queen, a queen to guide and rule and lead even alone, people will say. truly, even with all the tragedies that surround, lucette riella britton was a woman who was born to bring angielle to heights no kings have witnessed, people will say, already forgetting their past cruelty to their young queen in the face of prosperity she brought.

people will continue to spin tales and stories, but only one will read the truth by candlelight in his chambers (he earns the right not by being king jack albrecht cygnea, but by being the only friend the lonely queen had, the only one who had offered his kingdom, his hand, not as a prize but as solace), the hand pressed aconite a testament to its truth. (the letter writes of lucette riella britton, a woman loved by fritzgerald aiden leverton’s, truth. she begins her tale by clearing up the mysteries that surround. the king who tried to own her who dies by her schemes. the identity of her kidnapper. the truth of her escapade. she tells of the second life that she ends with a knife pressed into her hands, the first life she ends willingly. she gives her life to him, he gives his death to her. it is only poetic, it is only right, it is the only solution a queen and a knight can find, in this society that will not allow them to be together. he had forgiven her for sinning by doing the same himself, so to this man who has loved her from the very beginning, to the very end, she gives all of herself that he takes; from queen to woman to wife. then, years later now, with her kingdom secure in the hands of her nephew, she forgoes her title with death given to her by her sweetly bitter aconite, reclaims the name ‘lucette’, and finally returns to him.)

[seelestia]

— 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.

SUMMARY. when the abrupt downpour of rain comes to interrupt, underneath a measly shelter is where the both of you have to reside for now.

CHARACTERS. ayato, diluc, zhongli, kazuha, tighnari + GN!reader.

GENRE. warm blanket fluff, slight crack (tighnari), established relationship.

CW. use of pet names, mentions of mud and puddles, philosophies about the rain (zhongli).

THOUGHTS. i was in a sentimental mood while writing this, so this may have turned out more romantic than i intended. hehe, regardless, enjoy reading!

SPECIAL MENTIONS to @meimeimeirin, @silentmoths, @popkorrn, @duckymcdoorknob, my rix anon and others who helped me pick a chara for this work! your responses are well-received, tysm <3

✰ masterlist.

"What a shame, truly."

As rain droplets fall from the rooftop, AYATO can't help but let out a little sigh. Oh, dearest rain; as beautiful as it is, this weather only hinders his journey to Inazuma City. Can you imagine all the puddles that would start to gather on the pavement after this shower has passed? His poor and precious clothes are at risk here, it seems he has to put more effort into maneuvering through the road today.

The disappointment on your lover's face is so apparent it manages to invite a smile to your lips. With a chuckle, you utter, "But you look good in white."

Ayato spares you a glance upon hearing your words, mirth oh-so clearly dancing in his lilac eyes. An opportunity to tease and he reaches out to grab it like always. "My, my. If I knew that being stuck in this weather was all it took to receive that compliment, I would've done it sooner."

"Smooth talker," you roll your eyes, albeit the fond manner in which you do so doesn't escape his sight. "Worry not. Your honesty still flatters me greatly," Ayato chuckles as he abandons his previous position to trail his steps towards you.

Just like that, his mind is already taken off the rain, it's only filled with you now.

He finally takes a seat beside you, yet the way he leans into your side seems to suggest a scheme of some sort. But it doesn't take long for you to figure out what is on Ayato's mind when his head settles itself snugly on your shoulder. "Dear, let's stay like this until the rain passes," he sighs quietly.

You raise an eyebrow, trying your hardest to stifle a laugh all the while, "Is that an excuse to leech off of my body warmth or is it for romantic purposes?" But really, there is no need to hold yourself back when even your lover himself is already laughing.

Ayato asks almost rhetorically, "Why can't it be both?" You don't miss that little innocent twinkle he attempts to feign, not even the way he leans in to kiss you — and definitely not that content smile on his face when your lips meet.

"I wasn't expecting rain today, so I didn't bring an umbrella beforehand. I should've been more prepared."

DILUC examines you carefully, checking for any signs of sickness. He is very worried, no doubt about that; you can already tell by the way he is holding your hands, so gently and so attentively. But you're actually even more worried about him — that harsh frown on his forehead is practically engraved in its place at this point.

He doesn't stop, however, his mind is still thinking of ways to get you home safe. Diluc still has some business he has to attend to, so perhaps, he can ask Elzer to come fetch you? No, he can't send his eagle to deliver a letter in this weather.

What if— his thoughts are interrupted when a source of warmth touches his cheek. Your eyes are mesmerizing when he looks up to meet them; they emit a reassuring aura like a gentle plea to calm down.

"Oh, 'Luc, you worry too much. Look at me, I'm alright, see?" You laugh, a sound that rings melodious bells in his ears amidst the harsh noises of rain hitting the ground. But Diluc remains unconvinced; can you blame him? You are his top priority, it is only natural he wants to see you healthy and safe.

He mutters quietly, "Yes, I can see that. But I don't want you to catch a cold."

"Well then, why don't you keep me warm?"

Your suggestion renders him into a moment of silence. Diluc is stunned, but not at all surprised; you wouldn't stop even if he told you to, right? In truth, he doesn't need an answer when he already knows it.

Defeated, he shakes his head, "...I keep losing to you." Although that expression on his face still houses a few inklings of reluctance, at least, the frown is now gone.

His little statement manages to tickle a fit of chuckles out of you. This isn't a competition of any kind, but your grin still resembles that of a victor's. You announce jokingly, "You love me too much, that's probably why."

"I do," Diluc replies, so smoothly and naturally too. This time, the hesitation on his face has vanished — now, that is a statement he would never be doubtful to admit.

"...It seems it is finally time for nature to have its fill while humans take shelter."

Always the poetic one, ZHONGLI's words allow your thoughts to wander. Some people enjoy when the rain comes, some people don't because such weather gets in the way of their work — but regardless of how it is viewed, the arrival of rain is almost like a reminder; a reminder, a chance given, an excuse to take a break.

And even though mortals don't have much use for the rain, it still nurtures nature, it still fills the rivers that flow, it still has a use even if it's not for us. Rain may not be a welcomed presence to some, but it might be a saving miracle to others. Truly, does the meaning of something changes in the eyes of each soul that views it, how fascinating.

"Do you like the rain, Zhongli?"

His amber eyes glint almost curiously at the inquisitive tone in your voice. A light-hearted laughter rumbles inside his chest, "Could I be mistaken or do you sound more spirited than usual?"

"We can't move because of this weather, so I might as well ask about it, hehe," you scratch your cheek playfully, leaning closer towards Zhongli when he places a hand on his chin in a thoughtful manner.

"Hm, let's see... the rain is a permanent cycle of the universe. It happens outside of my control, so whether I am fond of it or not barely holds much meaning."

An objective answer, as expected; you are slightly unsatisfied, however. "But what do you think of it? Like, if you were to attach some sort of meaning to it?" You huff as you lay down, sulkily resting your head on his lap as if it is second nature. For Zhongli, too, it is also second nature to thread through your tresses with his fingers and a smile.

"Are you certain? I'm afraid that you'd fall asleep before you even get to hear my full answer in this position," the gentleman above you asks, yet you manage to catch the hint of amusement in his voice. You smile fondly, "It looks like I've set myself up. But that's alright, your answer can easily replace any other bedtime stories."

The smile on Zhongli's lips stretches wider at your words, "Alright then, your wish is my command."

In the end, his words gradually fade into nothing as you begin to be consumed by slumber little by little — but Zhongli's warmth is constant, gentle touches carding through your hair even as you fall asleep.

Such a kind gentleman, and he is all yours.

"Quick, over there!"

Even as the both of you run to seek shelter in a gazebo nearby, KAZUHA still looks so bewitched by the sight of the rain that you can almost see the pieces of a haiku coming together in his mind. Rain is a familiar friend of an adventurer's and this doesn't exclude him; but still, there is always a spot in Kazuha's heart that finds a type of beauty in the rain, no matter how frequently it comes to visit.

Of course, it is still better to find shelter and take refuge first. Soaked clothes are much more of a hassle than they seem, but there is just something different about today. The ronin feels like he can't place his hands on it, but his heart feels oddly full — until he sees you beside him, laughing as you shake off the excess droplets of rain clinging to your hair strands.

"Goodness, this is going to take some time to dry off," you huff.

Then, realization dawns on him; right, he is not alone this time, not anymore. It comes to him like a flood, a flow that pours into his. very soul and suddenly, all Kazuha can feel is nothing but his love for you.

Before he knows it, his lips have already begun to move, "My dove, forgive me if this sounds out of place but—"

Perhaps, it is this same realization that drives him to do so. No, "impulsive" is not the right word; rather, he is simply following what his heart says in this moment.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

Kazuha holds out his hand to you and you take a few seconds to stare in disbelief.

You blink your eyes owlishly, "Right now? In the rain?" Just a quick question to confirm and when he nods with that gentle smile on his lips, you can't find it in you to deny. This sounds foolish, but how could you say no?

"...If I get sick, I'm so going to blame you and I expect apology kisses," You say that, but you don't sound the least bit threatening. And when you place your hand in his, Kazuha's scarlet eyes light up like rubies.

His voice, too; there is a content air to his tone that makes your heart melt. "Then, I will take full responsibility," he clasps your hands firmly, a promise that he shall keep.

Kaedehara Kazuha has grown used to the life of solitude — but as he brings you close to him, he swears his world has never felt so complete before.

"Now, shall we?"

This kind of weather turning up abruptly like an uninvited guest barely phases TIGHNARI anymore, at this point. The life of a Forest Watcher not only entails close acquaintance with nature, but also the weather that comes with it.

As long as Tighnari can find shelter and he has his plant-based waterproofing oil wit him, then he'll be alright. You, on the other hand... "Well, you look like you're about to freeze to death," he snorts.

If it weren't for the cold nipping at your spines, then you would've faked a dramatic and offended gasp. All you can manage is a small retort through shivers, "Th-thanks for pointing that out, Mister Obvious."

Tighnari shakes his head, "Your sass loses its edge when you're shaking like that, you know." Ugh, good for him that he got his fur to keep him warm! You turn your face away from him, a form of sulking that the fennec fox is all too familiar with.

"Stop sulking. Here, you can put your hands in my tail if you want."

"...Really?"

His offer has you gawking with your eyes and mouth blown wide open. Tighnari doesn't seem to be fond of that reaction, though; he raises an impatient eyebrow. If you keep gawking at his tail like that, then he might as well slap you with it (he won't).

"Well? Do you want me to take it back?"

You lurch forward dramatically, clasping your hands in a pleading manner. "No, no! O, Tighnari, my one and only, please lend me your... uh, furry miracle." Yes, just ignore the way you slipped up at the end.

"Pfft," the Forest Ranger muffles a laugh with his hand at your antics. He shakes his head again, but this time, the action has a certain gentleness to it — accompanied by his usual exasperatedly fond sigh.

"Oh, fine, you're lucky I love you. Now, come here."

It's hard to be stern when Tighnari has such a soft spot for you, anyway.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ・・・・・・☆・・・・・・・⊰ ⊹ ─

✰ TAGLIST: @meimeimeirin @tsuk4sa-yug1 @hcikazu @catcze @semi-orangeapple @yuuki4646 @d-a-r-k-s-w-a-n @dearcalis @omgscaramouche @coquettemaiden — [ bolded names are unable to be tagged + register here to be a part of my taglist! ]

© SEELESTIA, nov 2022. do not repost, plagiarize, translate nor claim as your own.

[seraphdreams]

“USE ME TO GET OFF.”

izana, kazutora, rindou, baji / fem!reader.

synopsis. using the tr men to get off.

contains. praise, slight degradation, sub/switch!kazutora, face-fucking, creampie, and weed mentions.

author’s note. this was requested by anon but i wanted to add a few of my favorites in here as well! let me know if i should make a part 2 with other charas!

IZANA.

Izana isn’t stupid. He’s far from it. He just enjoys the feeling—the sight of you rutting your hips over his lap, whining desperately as if he can’t hear every huffy whimper and pant you rasp out. His lips are quirked in amusement and his hands remain at your waist, keeping you in place as violet eyes scan your body.

“Use me to get off, princess.”

It’s like those words alone ignited something inside you and you were already tugging his sweats down, freeing his heavy cock from its confines. In your hand, he throbs, two prominent veins running along the underside and so much pre-cum leaking from the tip, you’d think he was the desperate one. You’re already wet from his previous teasing to not think twice about pushing your panties to the side and sinking yourself down onto his cock.

“That’s it. There you go.” He praises as he rests his hands behind him against the headboard, watching how you struggle to take him all at once. Once you finally manage to sheathe him inside you, you’re wasting no time bouncing your hips at a steady pace with your hands pressed up against his bare chest. His tan skin glows under the illumination of the moonlight, casting a God-like hue over his features and in that moment you’d think you actually saw God.

His eyes remain half lidded as you swirl your hips up and down his cock, spelling out his name with the lewd motions of your body. “Is that all you got, princess? Ride this dick like you mean it or I'll take it away.” He thrusts up to add emphasis to his words, causing you to take him in deeper, riding him harder than before and chasing the orgasm bubbling up within you.

Within moments of your movements, you’re creaming all over his cock, riding out your messy orgasm with pitchy whines. Izana leans forward, breath fanning over your ear as he whispers, “Good girl f’me, just Kurokawa’s princess, aren’t you? Now let me use you too.”

KAZUTORA.

“Fuck, Tora. ‘S so good.”

You whimper into the crook of his neck as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close while you allow him to slide his cock through your folds. What started as an innocent hotboxing session in the car quickly dwindled to you climbing over his lap, lust in your red-tinted eyes as you begged to just feel him, any kind of way.

He couldn’t resist you at all and the thought of him using you to get himself off made him harder than a fucking brick.

Every time the tip of his cock nudged at your clit and you’d let out the most dulcet moan, he swore he’d cum instantly. And he still does. Low squelching noises are reverberated throughout the vehicle as well as the bass coming from whatever song that’s playing from his playlist. He tilts his head back, high off the feeling of you and the weed taking its course through his system.

“Shit, baby. ‘M about to cum.” He groans breathlessly, the upward thrusting motions he's setting now growing gradually in erraticism. You begin to match his pace, edging you both closer to your climaxes before warm spurts of thick white hit your abdomen paired with the whiny groan Kazutora lets out. His chest heaves until he’s jettisoning every last drop, eyes flickering open as you tilt his head down so that your eyes meet.

“Cum again for me, pretty boy.”

RINDOU.

You sit between Rindou’s legs, hand down the front of your panties, playing with your little clit while he leans down to meet your vacant gaze. “You want me to use you?” He questions, hands running up your neck and to your jaw where he slightly squishes your cheeks, watching the pretty pout that forms from it. “Mhm.” You mumble out.

There’s a sly smirk on his face when he pulls away from you, leaning back against the couch to teasingly undo his belt buckle from his slacks and free his hardening cock. You could practically drool at the sight of his thick, long length. He taps the head on your lips a few times before slipping himself into your mouth and down your throat.

“So fuckin’ tight.” He groans as he builds up a rough thrusting motion with his hips. Your fingers dip into your aching hole, fingering yourself at the same pace at which Rindou fucks your throat, elysian pleasure building up inside you. He lets out another deep groan at the sight of the bulge of his cock down your throat. If he isn’t careful enough, he’ll cum on the spot and he definitely doesn’t want that happening, not when you haven’t used those pathetic fingers of yours to make yourself cum yet.

He slips from your mouth slowly, giving you a second to catch your breath, and watches how a mix of pre-cum and spit connect you both before he taps the tip over your lips again, smearing the mess around that lip gloss-covered pout.

“Think you’re ready for me again?”

BAJI.

You’re pathetic, the way you rock yourself back on Baji’s cock like his hand isn’t resting on your back to keep you arched for him. You can hear him growl lowly at the sight of you attempting to take it all, hips trying to match his pace.

He slowly comes to a halt, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Make yourself cum, slut. Since you’re such a big fucking girl.” He ends his sentence with a slap to your ass as he straightens up, pulling both your hands behind your back and holding them in one of his large, ink decorated hands.

You whimper against the pillows as you pick up the pace at which you use him to get off. Muffled cries of “Fuck!” and “So big!” don’t go unnoticed by him and he places his free hand over the back of your neck, adding pressure to the sides. “So big? Is it too much for ya?” You nod your head to the best of your capabilities, slowing down the rutting of your hips. He picks up his own thrusts, continually slamming your hips back against him.

“Hm? You were so confident, now you feel like runnin’?” He mocks. “Take every fucking inch, no complaints.”

tag - @mikasa019 @meena-in-a-nutshell @kennyackermanswhore @getougeko @imkumichan @messofavs @amaejiki @bekky06 @ack3rlevi @aotdump @denkis-slut @saaraunicorn @cloudnitee @saffronity @aasouthteranoswife @kageyama-i-want-tobiors @stffychn @carriix @nalyana

reblogs are muchly appreciated!

[victoria1676]

LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BUILD MY S**T! (Y/n) VOICELINES: MONDSTADT (Feat. Mona, Rubedo and Imposter)

Summary: Basically this Reader's voice lines for Mondstadt such as the before and after. Before is like where reader still thinks them with good honest thoughts and pity while after is where it takes place once she bombed the nations. 

------------------------------------------------------

Note: Currently busy af this month Jesus Christ its hard to balance school assignments and ballet. I already am exhausted and still trying to finish Interlude 1.5 😭😭

So for while waiting for it to come ill just give you guys spoilers or rather voice lines of how reader thinks of the characters and ill do this by nation.

To clarify a bit if you see (before) next to the chara name then its basically before the bombing of nations started and (after) basically the present I guess.

But anyways please enjoy this and no hate comments as i made this for fun.

------------------------------------------------------

WARNINGS: SPOILERS A BIT OF MY STORY, MENTIONS OF CHARAS DEATH, SWEARING, MENTIONS OF FLIRTING AND READER BEING READER (POSSIBLY OOC) SLIGHT CRACK, AND MENTIONS OF DREAM SMP CHARACTERS.

------------------------------------------------------

(Liyue)

About Mallory: The imposter? Last I heard from the rumors she was last seen in Snezhnaya and I feel that she might have gotten herself caught by the Fatui, especially Childe. I don’t really care about her since it was her entire fault for getting me almost killed and being chased down in this world. Would I forgive her? Eh, honestly I’ll be blunt. Should I give a person who ordered their so-called cult to hunt me down and kill me? Should I forgive them for letting the people who defend me be killed under orders? That’s my answer to your question.

About Rubedo: My Partner in crime and the one who was also named as an imposter except his situation is different than mine. I am glad I saved him and I won’t go in between his agendas as He and I gave each other full trust. I trust him a lot and I gave him a chance to be a person instead of a failed ‘creation’. So don’t go convincing me that I shouldn’t trust him to cause if I knew he was distrustful I would have not saved him.

About Jean: The Acting Grandmaster was wary of me at first when I first arrived in Mondstadt for questions on how to get back to Minecraft only to suddenly declare to chase me down with her knights. She’s a pretty face not gonna lie and it’s a shame she had to be my enemy and listen to that imposter’s orders. I got nothing to say to her and I admit she’s a formidable opponent.

About Lisa: If only she wasn’t such a huge cult simp of the imposter I could have a decent conversation with this beautiful lady that makes anyone wanna blush except I wanna see her blushing…What? I did say I swing both genders and you can agree Lisa is such a beautiful woman like the rest of this world although she is very feisty and dangerous with those electric powers.

About Amber: Before she chased me down she was very kind and outgoing which caught me off guard yet it is a shame she’s a cult member for that imposter. I really like her personality but *sigh* it seemed fate had other plans…

About Eula: The woman who severed ties of her clan and the one who dances me to death that huge ass weapon. She’s very interesting and the fact she hits hard like that redhead male with fire powers. I’ll admit her eyes are pretty but it’s a shame…

About Albedo: I swear this world has pretty eyes and I never interacted with him due to the fact I avoid Dragonspine after hearing he lives there with his assistant so better safe than sorry.

About Sucrose: She’s…Shy I guess? Although despite being shy and soft-spoken. She seems to have that look where ‘did I do good?’ or ‘Please don’t abandon me’ whenever I see her praying at that shrine. Rubedo did say Sucrose was the first anemo vessel to be used other than you Traveler.

(Before) About Klee: Can I just say how FUCKING AMAZING THIS KID IS?! LIKE LEGIT SHE’S SO CUTE AND CHAOTIC PLEASE! I AIN'T LETTING SAPNAP GET HER CAUSE I ALREADY AM ASKING HER MOM IF I COULD BE HER SECOND GUARDIAN!!

(After) About Klee: The poor kid did not deserve to get hurt by someone who she thought was someone she trusted. Alice told me it wasn't my fault knowing I felt guilty for appearing here just to get the poor kid injured. Still, I hope she doesn't hate me for bombing Mondstadt despite they are the ones who decided to follow Mallory.

(Before)About Diona: She and her father kept me away from Mondstadt while her father continued pretending that he was on the imposter’s side as his daughter continue to lead me to a safe area with the others. Her drinks are very interesting?? Like who puts lizard tails and frog in a drink and then it suddenly tastes good? *laughs* I wonder if I could ask her to make a drink for Wilbur…

(After) About Diona: She was just a child…A fucking child! What’s worse they made poor Draft watch his own daughter get killed in his eyes before he died alongside her…The fact they are this cruel to kill a child…It’s sickening. 

About Kaeya: One word he. is. Hot. I mean all of Teyvat’s people are legit fucking hot like HELLO?! HIS VOICE AND HE *ahem* is also an ass as he legit almost tried to kill me after almost convincing me to kill some innocent people. What a shame *sigh* He and I could get along, especially since he is definitely one of my types of men who can flirt. But Alas he stayed with the imposter and I can’t believe he did not realize the signs when Rubedo told me he is also one of the people who should have realized something is wrong with their creator.

About Diluc: I gotta say he is definitely a looker and I legit remember flying away after almost getting my precious wings burned. Man, I did not like that at all. Although I gotta admit I do wish to fight him sometimes or maybe even flirt a bit to see his reaction but then again I don’t have a death wish to do those stuff yet to my enemy who is obsessed with killing me to make his creator favor him or something.

About Venti: The bard who my chat mistake him as a girl *laughs* He caught me off guard acting nice and suddenly sent big winds with his arrow at me but whatever these OP powers I have stopped the winds from getting near but I did dodge the arrow that hit me. Last I saw him he was in this tiny white hooded cute creature which I didn't know was the bard himself until Rubedo chucked him to the heavens *chuckles* not that I care about that…

About Razor: He made sure to hide me away from Andrius considering the big wolf told him I was the real creator and he lit up like a puppy knowing I was his real Lupical? Honestly, I don't mind him cause I am grateful for him hiding me.

(After) About Razor: Razor…He did not deserve to die for a stupid mistake…I'm sorry for getting you killed.

(before)About Bennett: Definitely someone I could make Tommy friends with and he is so polite like a bro who ever hurts him deserves to get my punch! Look at him! Sure he may look clumsy due to his misfortune but he is a good kid Dad-Philza would agree to adopt him I'm sure of it.

(After) About Bennett: He just had to be a hero…I fucking hate this world and hate myself for not saving him. Yet he smiled at me and told me that it wasn't my fault…He said he was happy to meet me to know at least he was doing the right thing…this boy…you're too kind...

(Before) About Fischl: Um…Can someone help me translate her words please cause I don't wanna hurt her feelings but seeing the way she talks is kinda surprising since I have never seen someone talk like that…Actually, maybe I did know someone talk like Fischl but I am not sure who it was…

(After) About Fischl: All I can say is that Fischl or rather Amy does not want to speak with you after what happened…She’s been quiet but Oz kept me updated that she’s currently healing. Seeing her friends die in front of her is already traumatic enough.

About Noelle: I don’t really know her much but at least I can say she chased me down with her huge sword at me and her shield is a pain of the neck but a formidable opponent. I can say at first she was really polite and greeted me like a person despite I knew she was wary of me I just did not expect to see a battle maid in person.

About Mona: The Astrologist who has tried to tell everyone I was the real creator despite my protests of me telling her that I am not the creator but her um…what's that called? A scryglass? YEAH! A scryglass! Anyways she used that on me and knew I was the creator before giving me info about this world and also books about the creator. Last I saw her she was in jail after she helped me escape.

About Rosaria: Finally, a person who doesn’t worship like a cult but someone who is just minding their own business. I am glad that she decided to help me but also left me to do her own duties which honestly I don’t mind but also grateful for her saving me and not killing me like the rest. Gotta say she ain’t an ordinary nun and is also hot.

About Barbara: I got no words for her as I never interacted with her much but all I can say is that she feared me and after the execution, I heard she started praying a lot in the shrines and trying to sing songs to get my forgiveness. I don’t know much about her but Bennett said she is very nice yet is a follower of the imposter. The last time I saw her was the bombing in Mondstadt and if things were different then I would have enjoyed her songs.

------------------------------------------------------

So that's all i can give which I apologize 😭😭😭

I'm very tired from passing 10 assignments and trying my best to finish 1.5 so i can work on doomsday TwT

Ill answer inbox tomorrow so you are free to like send questions, ideas, fanart or suggestions in my inbox which I don't mind answering ^^

I better not wake up to see anon trolls of saying my writing sucks or insulting me when bro let me enjoy my writing and not get insulted when at least I can write a story and also try to improve it.

But yeah ill post the asks that i forgot to post today so ill post them tomorrow.

Good night (Will probably start answering messages despite i am supposed to sleep 😭😂)