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lilacyennefer · 3 years

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Cardigan

A/N: Ever since I heard the song ‘Cardigan’ by Taylor Swift I knew that I’m going to write a fic based on the song, so here it is now! I was working on this piece the whole weekend because I wanted it to be really good, I honestly don’t know if I succeeded because I’m truly insecure about this one. Feedback is always appreciated ♥️ (I do NOT own the song or the lyrics, all credit goes to the original authors)

WARNING: none, maybe just a mention of a sick mother

For Angel, you’re always going to be that one thing in life that he will regret forever.

You were high school lovers, but even after graduating, you stayed together.

Your parents knew each other, your mother had a flower shop in front of Felipe’s butcher shop, on the other side of the road, and your mother was best friends with Marisol, meaning you spent your whole childhood with the Reyes brothers.

You were in the same age as Angel, and from the very first moment you met as children, the two of you clicked.

The two of you went into the same classes, always sat next to each other, talked about everything, until one day something shifted between you two, and you started falling in love with each other.

After high school, neither of you went to college, you helped your mother out with her flower shop, she needed some help, and Angel was prospecting to the local MC.

You stayed together, until you didn’t.

Remembering back to the days when the two of you were so young, and so in love, when you were dancing under the streetlights in the middle of the night on the empty streets of Santo Padre, or when you parked your car somewhere to make out without getting disturbed.

Thinking back to these memories, you still feel how Angel’s hands were sneaking their way up under your sweatshirt.

But almost 10 years passed since that one night happened that changed everything.

You wanted to surprise Angel at the clubhouse, you knew there will be a party tonight, he mentioned it to you, but you weren’t sure about joining him, so you said maybe, you’ll show up.

Angel took this as a no, he knew you didn’t like parties that much, you always went just because of him.

Bishop gave prospect Angel some free time, and many beers later Angel found a woman in his lap who wasn’t you.

Was he too drunk to refuse the flirting of the beautiful woman sitting on his lap, or was he young and foolish? Thinking back, Angel still doesn’t know the answer to that.

But that night lives in both of your memories painfully vividly, when you stepped into the clubhouse looking for Angel, only to find him making out with another woman.

Angel didn’t see you at first, he only saw you when you threw a drink on both of them, making them gasp, Angel angrily looked for the person who soaked both of them in the alcoholic drink, only to find you standing in front of him, angry as ever.

“It’s over!” Is all you say as you storm outside of the clubhouse, Angel trying to catch up with you, but you were already in your car, driving away.

That was the last moment he saw you, since that night you left the town, and you only came back to visit your mother in secret.

Angel Reyes regrets a lots of things in his life, but his ultimate regret is letting you go, and fucking up his relationship with you.

He was convinced that your love was that king of love that happens only once in 20 lifetimes. He once talked about this with Coco, and his answer to Angel was that he was young, and he knew nothing.

But, he knew that every kiss of yours lingered like a tattoo kiss, reminding him of the matching tattoo you got with him after both of you turned 18.

Back then, it seemed like a good idea, you were so convinced that you’ll stay together forever, nothing ever will break the two of you apart, so one night you presented your idea to Angel, who was more than down to it.

Deciding what you wanted was a lot more difficult, it caused not one argument until you found the idea that you both liked.

Both of you wrote down each other’s initials, so you got an “A” tattooed on you with Angel’s handwriting, and Angel got the first letter of your first name with your handwriting.

It was small, but meaningful.

The past 10 years Angel couldn’t stop thinking about the what-ifs, his questions haunted him.

What if that night you came earlier, before he fucked it all up?

What if it was just the matter of time, until he fucked it up?

What if it never happened and the two of you were still together?

What if you were already married, and have children?

The thought of seeing you walking down the aisle in a white dress made Angel’s heart clench, knowing it will never happen.

At first, he tried to find you, he went to your mother’s flower shop every day to ask about you, but your mother sent Angel away every time, although her heart broke for both of you.

Your mother adored Angel, and Angel adored your mother. She was always supportive of your relationship with the biker, she always said that Angel looks at you like you created the whole universe, with such love and adoration that she never saw before.

But you were her daughter, so she protected you.

10 years.

So many things happened in 10 years.

You cursed Angel for a very long time after you left, completely heartbroken.

You didn’t understand how he could do this to you, when everything was perfect.

But maybe that was the problem, because in this world, perfection is rare, and when you find it, it won’t stay with you for long.

Especially not in the world where Angel lives in.

Now as you were driving back to Santo Padre, thinking about that you have to move back because your mother got sick and she can’t take care of the shop anymore, made your stomach drop unpleasantly.

You knew that it was just the matter of time until Angel will know that you’re back in town, either he will see you, or someone else will, and they’ll tell him.

With every inch of your body, you wanted to push your feelings away that you still feel for Angel.

He not only left a mark on your body with the tattoo, but also on your heart and soul. He was your first love, your only love for that matter, your best friend, and even dare to say that, your soulmate.

After arriving back to Santo Padre, you moved in with your mother, so you could help her with the housework, and the next day, you started your day in the shop, more nervous than you ever were.

With a dry throat, and a knot in your stomach, you parked your car in front of your mother’s shop.

You took a few deep, calming breaths, and looked around the street, it was early morning, so it wasn’t that busy yet.

Getting out of the car, your eyes unconsciously shifted to the butcher shop in front of you, making your heart drop when you saw an old man reading his morning news paper in front of the shop.

It’s like he could sense it, Felipe turned his head towards your direction, his eyes finding you.

You cursed when you saw Felipe looking at you, but you ignored him as you opened the shop, preparing yourself for a scold from your mother, since she still were friends with the oldest Reyes man.

It was now just the matter of time until Angel hears that you’re in town. You try to mentally prepare yourself for the conversation, you don’t know anything about him other than him now being a full patched member of the MC.

The first few hours in the shop were relaxed, some of your mom’s friends came in to ask how she was doing, but other than that it was all quiet.

Your back was turned against the door as you were placing some decorations on the wall when you heard the bell ring, signaling you that someone entered the shop.

“Just a second!” You say without turning back as you do some finishing touches on the decoration.

“Do you still like iced coffee?” You hear a deep voice that you know so much ask, making you turn in horror.

After Felipe saw you, he immediately called Angel, letting him that you’re in town.

Felipe always loved you, he thought you were a good influence on Angel, and the two of you made a perfect pair.

When Angel got the phone call, his heart dropped, and he knew he had to do something. The hopeless romantic in Angel, a part of him only you saw and he buried deep down after you left, hoped that you would get back together with him, but realistically Angel just wanted to see you, and apologize to you.

He had no excuses, but he knew that you deserved an apology at least.

So Angel got himself together, he took a shower, he put on his nicest shirt, and his special cologne that he only used rarely.

When you were younger, and you had an argument with Angel, the next day he always brought you your favourite iced coffee as a peace offering.

Angel hoped you still liked iced coffee as he was picking it up from your favourite place in town, then heading towards the flower shop.

You knew this moment would come, when you meet with Angel again after all those years, but you could never prepare for this moment.

Angel looked amazing, he aged like fine wine, he definitely looked a lot more mature than when you left him, but you still could feel his playful charm that you loved so much, what now was invisible under his nervousness.

“I do.” You nod, your voice is small.

Angel hesitantly steps closer to you, placing the cup of coffee down on the counter in front of you.

He was more nervous than he thought he would be, as he was looking at you, he suddenly forgot everything that he wanted to say.

“Y/N, look.” Angel sighs, he nervously shifts his weight on his legs “I don’t have any excuse about what happened. I know it’s late, but I want you to know that I’m really sorry what happened. I regret it every day of my life.”

You listen to his words, tearing up the old wounds, making your heart ache once again.

You’re silent for a while, not knowing what to say as you look at the man who used to mean the world to you.

“Here’s my phone number and address.” Angel says as he places a small paper next to your coffee “In case you want to talk.” And with that, he left the shop.

This is definitely not how Angel planned to see you again. During getting ready, and picking up the coffee for you, he prepared a full speech to you, telling everything he wanted in a few minutes. But when he saw you he froze, being more nervous than he ever was.

Once again, Angel cursed himself as he drove away from your shop, leaving you alone with your coffee.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything to Angel since he stormed out of the shop, leaving you speechless. You silently picked up the iced coffee, its smell bringing a smile to your lips from the old memories, when you were happy with Angel.

While sipping the coffee, you constantly stared at the piece of paper that was still on the counter where Angel left it. Finally picking the paper up it felt really heavy in your hand, the emotional weight of it sitting heavily on your soul.

Angel made his first move, and now it’s clearly your turn to decide what to do. So many happened during 10 years, so many changed, and so many stayed the same.

You were still hurt by what he did, but you weren't angry anymore, but you always avoided Angel because you were afraid of your feelings, afraid that you’ll get hurt again just by seeing him, and you didn’t want to put yourself through that. But you undeniably still had feelings for Angel, something that you could never get rid of, your mother always said that you were soulmates, and that’s why you could never truly get over him.

Making the decision that at least you should get the chance to talk to him, after closing the shop you picked up some food from a local restaurant, and headed towards the address that he gave you.

Parking your car in front of his house, you saw his bike parked there, signaling you that he’s at home, hopefully alone.

You nervously knock on his door, holding your breath as you wait for him to open the door, seconds later the door opens, finding yourself face to face with a very surprised Angel.

“Are you hungry?” You hold up the bag full of food “I figured we should talk.”

Angel nods, opening the door wilder, letting you step into his house.

“I brought our old favourites, I hope that’s okay.” You say nervously.

You look up at Angel, you can see the earlier nervousness on his face.

You take a deep breath and say “I think it's easier if we talk first.”

“I’m sorry—“ Angel starts, shaking his head.

“What happened that night?” You cut him off, not caring about the excuses.

Angel sighs as he drops his shoulders “I honestly don’t know. I had too many drinks and I fucked it up. I could blame it on the drinks, but I won’t. I don’t want to bullshit you. I fucked it up, and I regret it every fucking minute of my life.”

You silently watch him. You always knew when Angel lied, you don’t know how, but you could always feel when he’s not telling the truth. But right now, you can tell that he’s saying the truth, and he’s actually sorry for what happened.

“I believe you.”

Your words made Angel let out a loud sigh, making him feel like years and years of pain was lifted off his shoulders.

“Y/N.” Angel whispers your name “I need to know. I need to know if there’s still a chance.”

Angel couldn’t wait with his question, he knew it was risky, but the uncertainty was slowly killing him, and he already wasted a decade, he didn’t want to wait any longer.

“I’m honestly not sure, Angel.” You shake your head “Let’s just eat, talk, and see what happens, okay?” Angel nods “It’s more than I could hope for.”

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed, You put me on and said I was your favorite.

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bloodgoddarlin · 3 years

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Some more fluff with Oddy!

First some more specifics with them and bench trio, then some of them being baby

Ranboo: Strip mining buddies! (My two favorite things to do in minecraft are strip mining and fishing so Oddy likes those too) and like. No better time for bonding than trauma dumping at midnight while doing something repetitive and calming. Always willing to help with his memory issues in any way they can (but like. They also have shitty memory but the normal kind. They can help with big things but mundane stuff? They're lost on it too.("can you help me remember where I'm putting this" "kid I absolutely can't, I put down a book 10 minutes ago and now I already can't find it") It's the adhd babey-)

Tubbo: God Oddy has such a soft spot. I mean he does for all of them but with Tubbo? They're his #1 apologist /hj

"The fact that a *kid*, in order to secure his safety, had to make fucking nukes, is not a failure on the kid's part, it's a failure on all of the adults in his life." -Oddy, definitely.

(Bonus snippet of a possible convo with Techno over this

"It's a government"

"It's as much a government as we are for living next to Phil and Ranboo."

"He's got nukes"

"You have withers. I'd expect you of all people to understand, Mr. 'Universal language of violence' ")

Like frfr they try to take responsibility off him whenever they can.

Tommy: (okay I'm gonna admit I know a lot less about his character but I'm trying ♡ this is pretty post revival Tommy inspired bc I hc that post revival he feels way more jaded) learned very quickly that unlike the others who don't mind "kid" as a teasing/affectionate nickname, Tommy is definitely against it. They switched to calling him "big man" instead.

Here's a little snippet of a possible convo with them

"Hey big man, come sit here with me."

"..okay"

"You know it's okay to be a kid right? Being young is not a detractor. It's nice to be young, there's no need to rush to grow up"

"Too late. I'm not a kid. I'm a massive big man"

They barely would have to suppress a wince of sympathy. "In that case. It's okay to pretend. To pretend you don't feel the weight of stress on you. It's okay to, for even a short period, believe that if you fall, you have someone who will catch you, someone willing to be responsible for you"

"Not needed. But. ...I'll think about it..."

"I'll be here if you need me big man."

Also I imagine Oddy making a calm dome full of flowers (with a preference for azaleas, orchids, alliums, roses, and lilacs), pretty amethyst decorations, and a little redstone note block melody. It's not super hidden with any complicated hiding mechanism but it's out of the way away from everything else.

Now onto Odysseus being baby!

I'm not saying Oddy age regresses but also 👀 I'm not saying they don't. That's not for right now though.

Essentially they get into "if anyone I'd remotely mean to me I *will* burst into tears" moods. They're incredibly cuddly and sensitive in those moods. (The moods aren't common because Oddy is my "what if I went feral instead of being anxious and scared of confrontation" oc but they deserve a little anxiety and nonconfrontation. As a treat.)

They also get cold relatively easily and will be a big baby about it

Tech: *gets out of bed in the morning*

Oddy: evil, evil boyfriend, leaving me to die of hypothermia. It shall be a slow demise but at least when I perish I will feel warmth once again.

Tech: I'm still getting up

Oddy: *puppy cries* 🥺🥺 pls

Tech: darlin' I can't stay in bed all day.

Oddy: >=( I bet Titus wouldn't leave me like this. He's my favorite boyfriend now.

I don't want to be too much (both when it comes to the character and with the hcs) so I think that's it for this one (next hcs will be spicy if you're up for that?)

🌌anon

this has taken me forever to get to i am so sorry omg.

but yes i love this sm. oddy do be soft & protective. personally i think we should sic him on c!dream /j

#snail answers #🌌 anon

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hiatus-for-forever · 4 years

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader Soulmate AU

Summary: You want to start a business early revolving around your quirk but it leads you to find a rare case in your new school

Quirk: Red Strings. You are able to see the red strings that connect each person to their soulmate by a red string on each of their pinkies. This quirk is received by the oldest daughter in the family once they turn 4 (the parent still has it even when the child does). Sons can also have it but as a secondary quirk, it immediately gets passed down to the daughter and leaves the son with one quirk. You are able to cut it and/or tie it to yourself or other people at the cost of one year of your life for each alteration.

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, cursing

WC: 1,725

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You still remember when you got your quirk. The day you turned four you saw the bright red strings appear, connecting everyone to each other. Some had strings that were long and crossed the streets and went around buildings, and some had their stings attached to the person next to them. They were on the floor for most of the time, occasionally stretched when two people had a strain on their relationship. They never broke though, always connected and paired by the universe, whoever it may be who controls it. They got longer when people are far from each other, and shorter when they were close.

You saw sometimes the people who were connected, passing by each other without a second thought, strangers who rarely looked back at each other as the strange feeling overcame them. You were always happy when you saw two soulmates holding hands, and felt sorry for those who passed by their soulmate with a significant other in their arms. Some people even has two strings and you thought that was so cool.

You liked to follow the strings when they were going in the same direction as you, and eventually got used to seeing them around not paying mind unless it was a short glance at two loving soulmates.

Your mom and you were the only ones who could see and interact with them, your grandma dying before you were born with not many stories left behind. She would step on them while you avoided doing so, until she said it was fine. You still didn’t like to walk over them, only the accidental step sometimes but you mostly subtly avoided them. You remember that one time you tripped on a string and those few times you had to duck or go around strained ones.

Then came when you looked at your pinkie, no bright red sting there. When you asked your mom why you didn’t have one she told you she didn’t have one at first either. She did though, you mentioned, and she said that she cut your dad’s string and tied it to her. You gasped and asked her why and she said that your dad asked for it, his original soulmate was “probably really far away anyway”. She said there was some guilt of course but 20 years of going strong it had melted away.

She even told you of a story of someone who was bitter of not having a string, she cut every string in her path and ended up dying early, passing the quirk to her first niece.

“Do you help your friends find their soulmates!?” you beamed, she smiled but shook her head.

“I can’t, I don’t have the time to with all my work. Plus, you don’t even know if they want to know. They could be happily married or something“ she said. She was right, but you wanted to lead people to their soulmates! But you couldn’t do that under the circumstances you mom had just helped you realized.

Then the thought hit you, it could be your job! You could help people and make money all at the same time and it would be the best job ever! That thought was what started your continuous studying to get into a good school, and getting into that school. To be honest you’ve never been as driven about something as much as this.

So here you were now, at the doorway of UA.

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You got stares from everyone as you confidently stepped into the building, then immediately jumping and tiptoeing about in the hallways avoiding the red strings you would soon shorten. Word had already gotten around after you explained to one person why you were walking funny.

Days later you were already getting requests but you would just turn them down. Maybe just pointing to where they headed. Soon you were already making friends, especially with that one Ashido girl from the hero course who wanted so bad to find her soulmate. You wanted to tell her who it was but you couldn’t make exceptions, you guys weren’t even friends for long.

Eventually, right when the class was going into the pricing lesson, Ashido immediately jumped on you to show her where her soulmate is. So, her first initiative for today was to drag you to her table for lunch. You met the nicest people ever, the first 10 seconds that passed were great. But your pink-haired friend had already cut to the chase.

“Here, just point me to where my string leads” She said as she slid you a 500 yen coin. You took it and pointed to the kitchen, your eyes trailed from her finger to where the string led, presumably outside a window or something.

She squealed, “Okay, now do them next, they’ll pay” she said as her other friends, except Bakugou, leaned in with interest.

You chuckled and said, “Sorry I can’t. My teacher said I can’t offer services ‘til my business is official. My pricing itself isn’t complete either. I’m thinking of doing an up-front price along with a price according to how far the trip goes for them to find their soulmate. This of course will include an all expense pair trip if we ever leave the country or go on a far trip. It might be expensive for a lot of people but I really want to show them to their soulmates. I’m thinking of refunding them a portion if they cancel but if I keep doing that the business will get nowhere and no one will find their soulmate. I’m also really concerned for the people who might not have as much money so I’m thinking that the prices shouldn’t be that high. Hmm, maybe I should-”

“Geez, Y/N calm down. You’re starting to sound like Midoriya there with all your rambling” Ashido interrupted, “But I get it, you don’t have to. Dang the business course is though”

“Not as tough as the hero course though. At least then you’ll be hella rich and I can help all of you find your soulmates”

“Great!” She chirped.

They all went back to their food, and out of curiosity you looked at their hands. seeing the red string on either the left or right pinkie. But one caught your eye. There was a set of hands, no red string on neither the left nor the right pinkie. You looked up at who it belonged and were met with glaring red ruby eyes. You got a good look at him, his spiky ash blonde hair. He was pretty attractive, sad he doesn’t have a soulmate though. His glare seemed to get sharper and so you had to stuff your face in your bowl if you didn’t want trouble.

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Whoopsie, how’d you get into this situation? Backed up into the wall of an alleyway by this beautiful blonde. This blonde is of course mad and glaring at you like you stepped on his dog.

You did, however, find out who this man was. Bakugou Katsuki. From the sludge incident. Got the highest score in the practical entrance exam. He also got chained to a block of cement when he won gold at the sport’s festival that you couldn’t attend, not wanting to watch the strings get trampled by your doing the task given. As well as getting kidnapped by the League of Villains during the hero course’s camping trip.

You don’t know why you didn’t recognize him, not really paying attention to what all others do. But now you truly felt sorry for the guy, going through all that, probably blaming himself for All Might’s retirement, and not having someone to call his own. You don’t have to date your soulmate, and sometimes soulmate relationships fail, but it’s hard when they’re the perfect fit for you.

This man didn’t have a perfect fit. I mean, neither did you but you were fine with making people happy, and you haven’t endured half this man has.

“Let me ask you this once, why were you looking at me funny?” he gruffly demanded answers

“You sure you wanna know?” you asked nervously

“SPIT IT OUT WOMAN” he slammed his fist next to your head

“You don’t have a soulmate!” you said out of impulse

His eyes widened and his angry demeanor went away, “What?” he mumbled

“You don’t have a string” you clarified

“Well I don’t fucking need one, “ he puffed his chest out, “soulmates are bullshit anyway, don’t wanna have to trust someone like that, they’ll just become a weak spot”

“Well you wouldn’t think that when you tip over and self destruct in anger at yourself for stuff that’s not you fault” you commented as he neared you dangerously

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about”

You sighed as your lips pressed to a thin line, “Maybe I don’t, but no one will if you keep it to yourself”

“I’m fine with that”

“Sure”

He must still be in shock, you just know he’ll add it to the baggage sooner or later. You had to do something about this, he doesn’t deserve it, before he could walk away you called out, “If it makes you feel better I don’t have one either, most people with my quirk don’t have any either”

“Why would that make me feel better?”

“I can cut some string and tie it to you if you want, can’t force a good relationship though”

“No, I don’t want anyone else’s partner”

“Fine then,” you pondered, how could you help this guy out?

“Lunch. Tomorrow” he stated and left

“Huh? Okay I guess” you said hesitantly. At least it was something.

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You rubbed your arm nervously. It was a Saturday and you had asked Mina for his number, where he confirmed to meet outside your dorm. No one really cared that a hero course student was coming over, instead everyone used this time to do work on each of their own businesses.

You sat at the small table set up in front of the entrance, it was circular and had a small vase of flowers at the center. You then heard a grunt and footsteps getting louder. You turned and saw Bakugou grumbling to himself as he made his way to you.

He plopped down on the seat next to you and before the awkward silence could commence he spoke up, “Why the fuck do you want to help me?”

You chuckled, a smile had danced on your lips, “Right to the chase, huh?”

His glare just hardened.

You felt your hands get clammy, “Heh, well, it is my future job. I want to make people happy”

“So you’ll just change peoples soulmates if someone pays you? Seems pretty shitty”

You gasped, feigning exaggerated offense, “I do not! For each alteration to strings I lose a year of my lifespan,” you explained

“So you’re willing to lose two years of your life to get me a soulmate?”

You nodded

“Why?”

You sighed, you contemplated whether to take his hand in yours sympathetically but decided against it, instead opting to lean forward and lower your voice, “You’ve been through a lot more than most people should at your age, I just think you would be good with someone who will fully understand you. But, now that I think about it that may be difficult so that’s why...” you trailed off

You realized how no one will fully understand him, he’s a really complex person from what you picked up. You let out a small ‘Huh’ when the thought came to you.

You looked up when you heard him sigh, he mumbled something under his breath along the lines of ‘I cant believe I’m doing this’

“Look, you can’t just take someone else’s soulmate, it won’t work out for me or that person” He then groaned, “and it’s not like you have a soulmate either so...”

You looked at him puzzled, trying to put two and two together. When you did, you had a big shit-eating smirk on your face, “What are you trying to say, Bakugou?” You asked smugly

The infamous ‘tch’ was heard when the reddening on his ears proved true to your suspicions, “Wanna go out sometime?” he begrudgingly offered

You giggled. This hotheaded blonde, known for being aggressive and somewhat the villainous type, was asking you out to a date after two conversations. One was admittedly intimate but only two conversations nonetheless

You figured, why not ply with him for a little bit?

“Hmmm... Nah, I’d rather waste two years of my life”

He growled, “Stop playing around! You’re lucky I’m even asking you out, I normally hate everyone. Plus, you can’t just connect me to some stranger!”

“We’ve had two conversations, we essentially still are strangers”

“Fucking- CALL ME KATSUKI THEN”

You froze in shock. He really was serious about this.

“...Why me?”

He relaxed, ready to give his explanation, “You’re probably the only one who gets an inkling of how I feel because of what I’ve gone through. Everyone else either holds it against me or thinks they understand me”

“Well then-”

“Alsoyou’recute”

You paused again, you saw his flushed face but it was nowhere near the steam coming from the boiling pot that was your head.

“Uh, y-you too I guess”

“Yeah I’ll see you next week, we’ll get dessert after lunch or some shit, whatever girls want to do on dates”

You scoffed at the stereotype, “Yeah, whatever you have my number,” You saved him a wink which was what made everything worth it for the sight of his face that now matched his eyes.

Part 2 cuz this ends too abrupt but its long already

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha imagines #bakugou angst #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader angst #bakugou x reader fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine

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yuna-dan · 4 years

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I was going to get marry yesterday and my (future) wife and I are mooing around. I’m sad, even though I feel like I shouldn’t. Can you write a little Moceit?

You have all the rights to feel sad. I’m sorry that all of this it’s happening. I hope this helps you? it’s not little, though

-- Warning: Hanaki Disease. Hurt/Comfort. Does this counts as whump?

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Janus didn’t remember how he got in this situation.

Then again, he was the bad guy. Not Virgil, not Remus, him.

He felt another cough forming on his lungs, and he tried so damn hard to hide it, but in the end, he let it out, covering his mouth with the thin handkerchief. The blue pastel petals were stained with dots of blood.

This was getting worse.

It wasn’t fair.

Of everyone he could fell for, he fell for the definition of a light side.

Remus and Virgil were two dark sides in love. Logan and Roman were two light sides in love. Why didn’t he could be happy? It wasn’t fair.

He was lying on his bed, alone with blue petals coming out of his mouth.

He was going to die alone.

Could sides die? What will happen to Thomas?

He closed his eyes, and a for a moment he imagined a life were the petals weren’t falling and he holding Patton’s hand.

Virgil could hear the coughing, from his room.

It was rough, fits of at least five minutes of horrible coughing. He wanted to ignore it, a part of him wondered if it was a snake trap, trust in me, when I’m down and he wanted to ignore it, but he wasn’t heartless.

In the middle of the night he went to the source of the noise, pausing outside Janus’ (it was weird, calling him again by his name) and he listened closely to the coughing. He didn’t knock, he opened the door, finding Janus holding his chest with a face twisted in pain.

“Jan-” He tried, but another coughing fit sprouted from Janus, and he run to his side. Janus didn’t even notice he was there, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“G…Go away, Virgil.” He mumbled, trying to push him but Virgil didn’t move, simply held his hand and clean the sweat on his forehead.

They used to be best friends, before everything happens, before Virgil abandoned them, before everything went down. Remus forgive him, of course he did, Remus wasn’t there when he left for good, Remus was Remus. Virgil sometimes wondered if the reason that Janus didn’t trust the others was his fault, it probably was.

Sometimes he wishes he had never left, he wishes for everything to be okay, for Thomas to be happy and for them to be okay, but it wasn’t. Now, he could only hold Janus’ hand as he coughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m here…” He wasn’t sure why he was apologizing. Everything, maybe?

“I don’t want you here.” Janus looked up, and that’s when Virgil noticed the crushed petals on his mouth.

“Jan…” He didn’t know what to say. He remembered helping Roman when he started coughing dark-blueish petals, but that was easier. Logan run to his side, and Roman screamed in pain when he touched him.

“Hanaki.” Patton have said, holding his shoulder, “We’ll leave you alone.” And when Roman and Logan came out, holding hands, Roman was okay.

“How… Huh, how long has this been going?” He asked, not sure what else to say. Should he call Patton? Or Logan? Logan was intelligent, he must know what to do.

“Why do you care?” He said, between heavy breaths and petals.

“You’re my friend.”

Lies tasted different for people. Remus rarely lied, so when he did, it tasted sweet. Like a kid saying I didn’t do it mama, like an over-sweet-lollipop that made Janus tongue feel numb. When Logan lied, it was like coke, almost fizzy. For Roman it was like green tea, like a comfort food. Patton’s lies were bitter, like when you bite a stem. Virgil’s lies were like acid candy.

This lie didn’t taste at all.

Janus’ eyes filled with tears, “Why aren’t you lying?”

“I never lie to you.”

There it was, the acidic sweetness, like a gummy-bear. Virgil chuckled, “Okay, I lie to you, a lot. But not about this, you’re my friend.”

Janus wanted to cry, but everything was hurting. Just the way air got in his lungs hurt, “How long?” Virgil asked again.

“Six months.”

Can sides die?

“Holly, shit.” Virgil abruptly stood up, and Janus tried, he tried to grabbed his hand because he didn’t want to be alone, “Patton! Patton come here right now!” He screamed, with his distorted voice. “I need your help!” Janus tried to stopped him, but the end, he really wanted to see Patton once more.

Patton couldn’t sleep.

He was in the kitchen, staring at an empty cup of tea. Nights like this, when he couldn’t sleep but he felt calm, where his favorite nights. Don’t get him wrong, he loved taking care of his fellow sides, but he loved peace.

That peace was broken with the distorted scream of his son, (yes, he knew that Virgil wasn’t his son, but he will call him like that, on his mind at least.)

“Dad.” Patton gave a broken smile. Whenever Virgil was scared, the word would slip out, it was cute, but it hurt when Virgil called him Patton instead. “Dad, I need your help.”

“Sure, kiddo. Just let me clean…”

“No, there’s no time, come.” He grabbed his hand and guided him to the dark part of the mindscape. As soon as Patton entered, he heard the coughing.

Loud coughing.

They entered to Janus’ room, who was tossing in pain, holding his chest. He ran to him, forgetting for a moment about Virgil.

He got closer to the bed, kneeling at the side of Jan, “Hey, sweetheart.” Janus whimpered, “It’s okay.” He didn’t know what to do.

His feelings for the snaked-like side were confusing. He wasn’t capable of hating, but their first interactions were like that. Deceit. It felt weird on his tongue now, calling him other thing than Janus, he would call him bee, because of the yellow and black and Janus would glare at him, but it was cute, so they never stopped. When Janus revealed his name, when he showed that he was more than lies Patton stopped feeling bad about him.

It was weird, how closer they became when everything went down-hill.

Things were better, now. Roman was feeling better every day, Logan was feeling listened to, Virgil feel useful, and Remus, well, Patton noticed he was happier, but it was hard to read the dark creativity.

He touched the scaled side, trying to remove a tear that was forming on his eye, but the simple touch made Janus screamed in pain. He heard Roman’s voice what’s happening as Virgil tried to keep everyone outside.

“Hanaki…”

“Hey Pat.”

Patton felt his eyes filling with tears, “You moron!” Janus eyes opened, as if he was scared, “If you’ve told me before!”

He made an impulsive movement, he knew, but he wanted to save him. The pastel blue petals were everywhere now, and Janus face was burning. He grabbed both of his cheeks and pulled him for a kiss.

It wasn’t sweet. Janus was probably shocked, because he didn’t reciprocate it. He tasted the flowers on his lips. When Patton pulled back, Janus was staring at him.

“You don’t have to lie…”

“I don’t think I am. I can’t say I’m in love with you,” Patton said, thinking his words, “not yet, at least. I do like you, however. I, uhm. I like the way you tried to lie, or how your forked tongue slits out when someone else is lying, as if you’re tasting the air.”

Janus whimpered, “I like your eyes, and the way they shine when you talk about something you are passionate about. I like how you deal with the bad guy persona for our sake.”

“I like you.”

This time, when they kissed, Patton didn’t taste the flowers.

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jojomugi · 5 years

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hola. 😳 so, i’m a big h*etaro fan as you may know- could you possibly do a little scenario of the reader comforting him after the events of sdc? like my guy, there’s no way jotaro was just okay after all of that. nonono. i do not think for a minute he was. anyways, may i please get some (a bit angsty) soft comforting hours for jotaro? pls and thank you.

Ah yES!!!!

My apologies for the wait. I’ve never written Jotaro before, so this involved a lot of drafting. On the bright side, Jotaro is now another character I can write. I just hope it’s not too OOC. Honestly, we don’t get to see old Jotarhoe get into his feelings too often unless he’s pissed off. I hope you enjoy this though!! I put a lot of love into it just for you buddy 👀!!!

All aboard the angst train whoo whoo.

✨AU: N/A

✨Word Count: 2517

✨SFW?: Yes

✨Spoilers ahead for JJBA PART 3!!!! Read at your own risk!!

The pink petals of the cherry blossom tree outside your home fell like rain droplets from the sky. You were awaiting the arrival of a friend; A friend who on an emotional level was much more than that to you, but a friend nonetheless. Last time you had seen Jotaro Kujo was when you and the rest of the stand using crusaders all reached Egypt.

Quite frankly, the time you spent apart from each other would’ve been far shorter if it had not been for the incident leading up to your departure from the group. The long memory was still fresh in your mind like a new film on a camera roll. You wanted to stay and help, you consider him a friend and the rest of the group like a family to you. But that day when Kakyoin became visually impaired by N’doul’s stand Geb and upon Jotaro’s stern request, you went back home. But now all that crossed your mind was the outcome of those final days in Egypt. You knew Jotaro was obviously still alive, as today certainly wouldn’t have been planned out if he wasn’t. But what happened to everyone else? And was it true that the menacing DIO that by proxy haunted each step in that journey vanquished?

You shook these thoughts from your mind, as your questions would all be answered shortly. You gave yourself one final look down in the mirror and adjusted your pleated skirt with a slight smile.

‘Today is going to be a good day’ you silently reminded your reflection with a small nod. But before you had a chance to double-check your small shoulder bag, you were stopped in your tracks by a doorbell.

“In a second!” You called out as your fast feet hurried down the hall like a rabbit. Like ice, your socks did not do much good with the traction on the floor as you hastily slid around on the smoothly polished wood base of your home to grab a few final things and your shoes. Once you finally got everything together at the speed of light, your perfect display you worked on all morning was now a wreck. You h/c hair now not as smooth from when you first brushed it, and your crew socks now at different lengths. Luckily for you, Joataro was one you could genuinely count on to not judge you for your slightly clumsy physical appearance. As he was a Joestar. And one thing you learned from those days of traveling was that no matter what kind of person they are, all Joestars have a righteous heart of gold.

You suddenly swung the door wide open as a sheepish grin plastered on your face. “My apologies Jotaro, I lost track of time.”

“Oi, y/n, it’s fine. I was 5 minutes early anyway.” He bluntly responded with a dip of the bill of his hat. Jotaro had always been a reserved man until he was poked to the point of utter annoyance, but today, right now, something seemed off about him. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something in your intuition told you that he deeply troubled by something, more so than how he was during the trip to Egypt. However, you kept to the sideline, as you understood that he was also the type of person to talk when he was ready to. There was no point in forcing him and ruining what was supposed to be a good day for you two. Like a switch, you let out a blink of your e/c eyes and formed a now nonchalant like demeanor. “Oh! Well, it’s alright really. I need to work on my time management skills anyways.”

Your words were quickly disregarded as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Yare yare. Are you ready?”

You let out a small nod as you stepped out to lock your door. You two finally departed to the sidewalk to make your way towards town. However, all the could be heard between you two were footsteps.

Crunchy. Melancholy. Footsteps.

Internally you just hoped that something interesting would come by the path you two took. Like maybe a cute dog, or an interesting butterfly. Anything to break the tense silence between you two. It was agonizingly awkward, even for Joatro’s standards of reservation.

But if fate wasn’t going to intervene, you had to come up with something on your own. You pondered hard on what to say, as you wouldn’t want to trigger any type of problems dwelling within his mind. You went with the safest route and asked a question you already had a vague idea of an answer to.

“How is your mother doing?”

The silence continued for a few moments more. You slid your hands into your cardigan pockets and waited patiently.

“She’s better now.”

The Kujo’s words were as blunt as an ancient knife. But even so, it deeply stung. Your hunch was correct there really was something wrong.

“I’m glad to hear. I was so worried about her. The day I flew back here I used what was left of my money to have a card and flowers sent to her.”

“I know.”

And yet another insult to injury. Still, even with your sensitive emotions, you did your best not to take it personally.

“She…really appreciated it. Thank you y/n.” He carefully added, as his step accidentally kicked a rock down the coated pink pathway. Your e/c eyes couldn’t help but soften at the sentiment. He was slowly but surely seeming close to his normal self. With the flip of your locks, you quickly turned your head up at him to press on.

“Well, I’m glad. And what about Mr.Joestar? How is he?”

A faint smile formed that hid behind the high collar of his coat. The only way you could tell he was even smiling was by the very slight movement of the male’s defined cheekbones.

“Psh…Still a pain in my ass like before.”

A small irresistible giggle emitted from you. Jotaro’s ocean-like eyes glanced down at you for a moment, before steadily looking forward again. His look was now refined and sober once more.

“Oi, y/n, I’m getting tired of walking. Let’s go sit at the bench up the way.” He suggested with a point from his bold finger in the general direction of the bench that you two would soon be approaching. You complied with a nod and once you both got there, you sat on separate ends.

From the eyes of another, no one would even guess you two were even going to the same destination, that it was a mere coincidence you two just so happened to be sitting on the same bench. That was far from the case, but Jotaro was mentally distant and you were hesitant to step into that void of mental distress. Still, you felt as his friend, and how close he was in your heart, it was your duty to help him through whatever he was going through, or at least support and encourage him. You took in a deep inhale, and shortly freed a long sigh from your lips.

“What about Kakyoin? I’ve been worried about him too. Is he still able to see? I figured he would’ve called by now, especially since we live in the same-“

Those first words amongst your rambling…

‘What about Kakyoin.’

A tsunami of flashbacks washed over his already flood thoughts and emotions. The weight of guilt at that moment would have destroyed mountains if it was able to. Since that night, he couldn’t help but wonder what he could’ve done differently for him for Kakyoin to still be with them. He made a best friend in someone who thought he couldn’t trust in the beginning. As much as Jotaro’s Joestar legacy deemed him a hero for defeating DIO, in Joatro’s eyes, Kakyoin was a real hero for the final message he left them in those endmost moments of his life on what DIO’s stand really was. Deep down he knew its what Kakyoin would’ve wanted, vengeance for all those that DIO damaged, including himself. He knew that the fight would end with loss—But he could not shake the feeling that he could’ve done something to change the fate of his best friend.

He quickly straightened up with a snap.

“Damn it. Can you just shut up already?” The male gritted, retaining all the frustration and overwhelming emotions he wanted to release. He’d never inflict harm onto you, but he definitely wanted to punch something. But just as quick as he fractured to you, he instantly regretted his knee jerk reaction to you. Obviously, you would’ve had no clue on what was taunting him. The Kujo was at least that rational with his mind. “Just….”

A longingly defeated groan fell from his mouth as he bent forward, bracing his sharp elbows against his knees. You were struck in the heart by his harsh response. He was always quick to be agitated but not in this way. But if the mention of Kakyoin was enough to drive him to that, you only feared the worse, for Joatro was never one to get overly tied up in small, fixable, problems. You slanted towards his direction while still respecting his personal bubble.

“Jotaro…are you alright?” You asked with a soft sort of caution.

There was a long pause yet again. The male slid his cap off for a moment before sitting back up and placing it back upon its place. You deserved to know what happened to your form friends as well, just as much as he had the right to grieve over this loss in his own ways. What to say wasn’t hard to formulate, but translating the pain into spoken words was what tormented him.

“Kayoin…Didn’t make it.” He alas answered, trying his best to keep the sharp lump that he formed down. To not fall apart.

For a moment you were dumbfounded. You certainly did believe him, but how? How could such a talented stand user like him fall? Your lip twitched as it begged you to allow itself to quiver. As much as you yourself wanted to break down from this news, you remained strong. This time it was your turn to be the strong one for him. Jotaro truly needed you, for you were the remaining person who wasn’t far across in another continent that he knew he could confide in. He undeniably trusted you with his whole heart, which was truly a rarity for anyone he kept around.

“I’m…so sorry…” you shakenly stammered, as you placed a soft hand on to one of his broad shoulders closest to you. He sharply continued, almost as if you remained silently idle in the same place you were before.

“Avdol and Iggy…they didn’t make it either. Old man shouldn’t even be here but he survived thanks to DIO’s stupidity.” He spoke in a begrudging manner. He hated that name. DIO. If it wasn’t for DIO, he wouldn’t have had to lose anyone, and no one would’ve been hurt, not even the people who blindly followed him in hopes of something in return. However…ironically enough, he wouldn’t have had the experiences he had that brought him and others together to form a bond that carried its way through even the afterlife.

You remained silent as you awaited for him to continue if he wanted to continue that is. Your light fingertips gently grazed themselves across him back, leaving a reminder of your openness and reassurance you had to offer for Jojo.

While getting a grip on his composure, Jotaro continued. He hated apologizing in general, but in this instance, it would’ve been upright rude for him not to. “Listen, Y/n, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. I let my emotions get the better of me.”

“Its fine, Jotaro. I don’t blame you once so ever.” You scooted closer towards him before proceeding on. “In fact, you seem to have a lot on your mind today.”

Jotaro let out a breath of air and leaned back in the wooden seat. That was the damn truth, he really did have a lot on his shoulders, even though everything was done and over with.

“I don’t want to admit it, but I’m dealing with a lot of emotions I don’t understand. Hell, it’s even more terrifying to confront them than it was to confront DIO. Even after defeating him, there is still a lega- no, a path he left behind that needs to be dealt with. He’s dead for good, but the consequences of his actions are still here leaving an impact on me and so many others.”

“Unfortunately I don’t know if Star Platinum could beat up your emotions…But at least you can beat the crap out of DIO!” You nervously joked, hoping to not border onto the boundary of joking inappropriately.

“Tch. True.”

One side of the Kujo’s lip halfheartedly curled at your honest yet funny commentary. He honestly needed to help combat with containing the deep-seated emotions that wanted to explode from within.

As quick as your joke spilled, you shook your head to keep your focus back onto him. It was time to pour your honest intentions to him. Even though he was no longer facing DIO, he was now facing what some might even say was more mysterious and challenging than some century-old vampire. And that was the human mind and its complex rewiring after a traumatic event. You’d never discount your own feelings, but you’d also never leave someone you love to suffer alone. You calmly shut your eyes after you found the courage within you to say what you needed to say. And then you spoke.

“I’m not a therapist by any means but…They were my friends too. It already hurts to have them gone, but it hurts, even more to see you struggling alone with pain far greater than yours.” Your trailing hand froze back onto his shoulder.

“Jotaro. Take what I’m about to say as you will but….” Your body froze as your sudden pause drew his handsome blue eyes and attention back onto you. Yeah, this was a lot easier to say with his strong intimidating appearance not looking you dead in the eye. With a small swallow, you finally said it. “I love you, and I will always be there for you. It would be a disservice to how much we grew together during those weeks to not be there. Whenever you’re ready, and whenever you need me. Just call me and I’ll be there.”

Jotaro’s eyes didn’t stray from yourself. He was clearly taking what you said into deep consideration. He took in a deep inhale and turned forward. You could feel a load of relief wash over you until suddenly, his large hand placed itself over your much more tinier one.

“Y/n.”

“Y-yes?”

“Thank you.”

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hoodie-lover · 4 years

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“frisk i hate you so much how dare you call tem an abomination”

“I will call Tem what I damn well please.” Frisk said as they were thrown into the wall by a stream of blue strings, and only then did they see who was standing before them.

“So who are you? I know you’re a Sans, but do you have a nickname?” Frisk said, getting up as the grating of bones could be heard as they walked up and tried to attack, but failed miserably.

“Call me Error. The Destroyer of Worlds.” Error said, his eyes gleaming with pure madness and insanity. All watching flinched, it was a look they were all too familiar with.

“sans has there been a timeline where frisk spared you and you didn't dunk frisk”

“Nope. I love dunking them, it’s always so satisfying.” Classic said, smiling to himself.

“also chara supposing you were brought back would you be able to use magic like storyshift chara”

"̸̡̞̫̦͖̽I̸̡̞͈̰̟̫̖̻͆̉͌̎̎͛̽ ̶̠̙̟̩̳̅̀̇̚h̸̛͙̕͝a̶͕̗̞̦̻̱͗̈̇̄͆͗̍̎̚v̶͙̗̦̹̯̦̌̔ę̷̤͔̗̰̫̪̅̀̽͜͜ ̸̡̛̦̙̥̗̳͋̈́͑̅͛͋̚n̸̠̭̥̻̘͇͐̆̓ō̵̡̦̮̥̱͍̼͊͒̍̌ ̷̢͎͚̝͔̈́̿̃̍i̵̹͕͇̝̤͕̥̘̭͆́d̶͉̩̈́̐̉͑̇̂e̷̠̰͖̖̭̯̩̽̓͑̾̒̇̒͑̕à̶̛͖̝̠͎͈̀̈́͗͋ ̶̺̻̘̖̼̿̽̓w̶̧̢̭̹̝͕̖͈̔͠h̴͕̥̆ǫ̶̘͚̘̯̈́̽̎̉͗̚ ̶̞͔̲̦̉̓̿̍̇̃͊̎t̵̬̪̩̼͍̊͆̓͂̌̇͝͝ḧ̷̢̠̙̳́͒̽̈̽́̃̽͝a̶̛̮̫͔͕̱͐̌̋̅͊̍̀̕͜ţ̴͙̫̥͉̞͖͛̍̔̚͜ ̴̛̖̮̟̪͓̯̬̬̌̔̇̉i̵̢̨̙̠̟̔̅̿̾̈́s̴̱̲͙͈̗̬̤͆͠,̵̰̠̬̯͓̟̋̄̇̓̉̑ ̵̩̖͎̥͎̼̙͌̃b̷̢͇̝̮͕͕͔̜̆́̍̍̔͌͑͆u̵̙̱̻͙̙͛̐̍́̾͛ṭ̵̛͆̔̄̂̔̆́̕ ̷̧̠̱̬̼̓̍̃̀̀͠I̴̧̻̺̰̝͈̋̔͆̋̔̓̈́͋'̸̘̲͉̤͍͉̣͉̑̓͘͜m̵̢̩̼̮͕̳͈̓ ̷̣̀̉̃͠n̶̼̰̤̈́͐̒̊̈̓͗̇͜ǒ̴̝̮͚̖̊̋̍t̷̟̯̹͈̟̋͊ ̴̧̩̱̻̘̀s̷̱̋͛͛̽͗͘ū̷̙̋̄̔̕r̴̛̟͙̻͎̙̫̗̪͛̑͆̐̈́͠ẽ̴͕̘̰̲́͌̀̾̏͘̚.̵̯̘̩̪͖͍́̈́͜ ̷̜͙̤̪̿̕I̸̗͍̓̔̓̉̊̇̂͝ ̸̧͚͖̭͈̟̏͛̽̀̑̈́͝͠ͅẗ̷̨̜͓͎̘͇̪̼̑͗͑̎͊͜͠h̷̩̙̯̅̒͆̀î̴̞̪͊n̴̡̛͖͕̻̖̳͍̍̓̑́̐͠ǩ̵̨͇͓̼̖̺̳͉̗̇̚ ̵̢̢̡̹̟͍̟͋͗̚i̷̧̛̪̦͔̭͕͔̰͓t̶̳̹̅̊̎̿͝ ̸̳̄̾͛̈́̐̑̿͊w̷̮͔̭̜̾̈́̇̈́̓̍̃ơ̴̘̯̹͚͑́̉͒͊̊̈́̊ů̶͖̦̘͇̙̼̮̐l̵̫̔̿̀͒͆͗͆̉͠ď̷̨͇̗̝̬͔̩̈͆̅̄͐̚ ̶̛̜̉͊̊̈́́͜d̶͕̙͒̄́̓͋̍͆̃e̴̫̜̻̳̻̺̗͌̾́͒̾́ṗ̸̢̤̜͇̋̑̏͂̑͝ḛ̶̢͖̂͆̉͆̚n̷̯̰͈̿́͂̐̓̇̓́͠d̵̟̝̠̞̾́ ̶̒̃̏͒͗̐̚͜o̸̧̩̩̟͈͔͇̖̽ͅn̷̡̤̗͔͗͘ ̶̢̡̧͈̞͙̹̱̣̿h̷̖̳̅̿̄̀ö̸̹̥͚̪́̂̓̂͛̒̈͝w̸͇͍̠͍͇̪̳͛͂̓̉̓͒ ̶͙̹̎̒̇̎̍̚͝I̸̡͈̯͍̖̽͘'̷̺̝͇͖͊̆̍̏͗͗̔̍m̸̪͓̂̀̇̇͌̏͑̂ͅ ̷̧̳͇̻͌͋͑̇̑̎b̴̢͖̥̮̩͉̝͇́͌͌r̸̼̋͠o̶̧͖̜̙͕̬̯̼͆̊͋̄̏͆̈́̈́u̵̮̔̐̆͠ͅg̶̞̲̖͙̼̘͇͕̹͋̎̓̊̄̾̄̆͊h̷̯͕̏̂t̴͚̙̘̦͔̳̰̋ ̴̢̛͈̙̥̈͗̐̍̚͘̚b̵̩̲̖̭̥͎͖̪͍̍̓͆̎͆̓̚͠a̷̱̤̟͋̊̉̀͗̈́͝ç̵̘̥͉̞͓̲̺̆k̶̛̭̼͙̦̝̼̪͎̅̂͌̀͑̊̕͝.̷̙̙̼̱̥̩͂͌͛"̷̬̬͓̗̼̄̊

Chara said, sitting criss cross in the ground as they watched Frisk desperately try to dodge the strings the clearly bored Destroyer sent after them.

“chara what do you think of tem pls dont tell me you agree with frisk”

"̴̛͓͓̲̣͂̍̍̉̕Ţ̴̪͕̗̺̹̠̭̜̋̈́͆e̸̹̟̥̙͙̥̘̻͒̇̿͛͂̏̈́̕͝m̷̯̤̈́̒̒͐̅̅̃̉ ̸̾͗̄̂̉̇͌͆ͅį̶̱̩̜͉͕̽̉͋͂̽̇͐̉̃s̷̥͍̞͚̑͐͛͜͠ ̶̣͈͋̎̇̀͐̊̃̋̅r̸̨̲̥̜̫͐̓͗͒ȩ̴͖͕͑̀͜͝ả̴̲̃̃̽̀́̃l̸̪̙̋̈͋̆l̵̪̻̭̫̀͊̿̅y̸̱͉͊̾́ ̸̟̗̾̋c̶̦̖͋̓̾͝ǘ̸̼̇̎̾̆͝͝t̸̹̿̍͂ë̶̛̹̙̹̩́̉̈́̔̑̌̈́!̴̯̠̍̆̉̚͝͠ ̶̻̻̔̈́̕I̴̟̿̈́̾̿̿̓͆͌͒ ̷̡̹̭̳̦͙̅͛̽̎̂̂̓̓͠l̸̩̤̪͓̫̯̖̦͙̑̃̀̏́̿ǫ̴̪̤̣̜̱̗͓̿́̈̏̚̚͝v̸̢̇e̶̖̦̓͛̀͑̚͠͠ ̸̛͓̳͍̤̾t̶̛͕̿̅̔́͆̆͝h̷͙͈͉̓̔̿̋͛̏͐͘ͅë̶̛̩́͒̀͜m̷̢̜̦͕̭̏̈́͝͠,̶̥̲͕̑̐͊̎ ̷̏͊̈́̽̍̊̈́͜Ì̵͕̭͙̾͋̍̇͝͠ ̷̨̻̭̯̈r̸̹̤̞̘̥̺͎̒͒͑́́̐e̸̡̨͙̳͎͖̙̝̪̍̓̉̇̇͊̄̉͝a̶̛̰̱͕̯̺͓̟̤̽̍͐̐̑̿̕l̴̺͙̿͆̾̒͒l̴͇̱̩̠̀̎͊̽̃y̶̞̭̝̩̼̯̤̗͌ ̶͔͋̅́̌͗̋̀͑w̷̛̛͔͇̼̱͉̰̟͌̂̅͛̋̕͜͜ȁ̴̘̦̣̟͚̱n̴͚̂̒́̊̒͌̽͘͠t̵̨͉̖̯͉̘̹̘̿͊̓̕͝ ̸̛͖̣̥̐̈́͂̊̒ṯ̴͚̙͇̰͈̔̐o̶̡̝͍͆̀̿͂͌̈́ ̶̛͍̹̙̬̼̖̓͆̄c̴̛̝̍̈́̇͘͝ư̷̙͙̈̓̍͜d̴̢̛̠̼̃̐̍͒͗̓̈̚d̶̢̛̙̰̮̓̔͋̎̅͜l̸̥͆̑͑̈͗̕e̵͍̒́͑̌͛̌̓͘͝ ̶̋̐͜͝t̶̨̲̬͚̂͆͒h̷̛̘͖̞̔̓̽̾̓̕͝ḛ̷͚͎̣̱͔͎̓͒̚m̸̧̘̦̤̣̥̜̙͐́̉͑̿̌̒.̶̛͕̭̣͚͕̥͆̄̈́͑͠͝"̴̡̱͑̒͝

She said, hugging herself as she smiled and her cheeks became a deeper pink color.

“Okay so this was hard to get through the glitches but here goes nothing guys. Chara wants me to give her family a message. She said "Tell them I'm sorry. That I'm sorry for everything and I love them more than anything. They're still my family and I love them so much. Tell Flowey I'm so sorry, and tell Mom that I love her and her pie, and tell Dad that I'm so sorry for poisoning him with the flowers. I would've stopped this if I could." Oh Chara, you are just a scared little girl, you poor little sweetie. Well umm if you guys want to ask her anything I am game. I'll do my best to read through the glitches.”

“Chara, tell her we love and forgive her. We’d love to see her again, she will always be apart of our family.” Toriel said, her face determined.

“I told her that it was ok. I agree with Toriel, please, do tell her that.” Asgore said, holding Toriel close to him.

“They better be sorry. Are they ok? They can’t be doing well considering what they went through.” Flowey grumbled, his face softening as he remembered her.

Hmm Red, Stretch uhh you guys may want to handle the Black situation now. The trying to sabotage Red's reputation would hurt the little blueberry and red enough, but he is planning to purposely put Blue in danger so he can "Save him" uhh that sounds a touch yandere to me and is not a laughing matter.

“Honestly I like Red and either Blueberry or Classic. He needs someone nice after that mess he grew up in and those 2 seem like the most likely to help him come out of his shell and be himself.”

“Oh yeah, it was hard to relax and trust these dorks at first, especially Ink, and I wish I kept my guard up. But the good ones here are amazing.” Red said, looking at Blue longingly.

“Frisk, you don't deserve the power you have. You have proven that much, I hope you suffer 10 fold what you made them go through.”

“And I hope you get to feel my knife running through your chest.” Frisk growled as they felt their arm snap in half as it got tangled in Error’s spider web.

“Frisk you say you think you can handle the other skeletons, let me tell you that is wrong. If you get out then I assure you Nightmare and the others will teach you the meaning of his name.”

“‘Nightmare’, sounds like a challenge, for once.” Frisk announced, trying to attack Error once more but ended up having a shattered soul as Error swapped with Horror, who was giggling with eagerness as he clutched his axe.

“ Oh so Sci, I am serious about finding a way to help Chara. Come on you brilliant skeleton you, you gotta have some ideas!”

“I was actually working on that, it was a side project I purposed for the versions of the kid we knew were innocent, but something sidetracked me. And it was the best thing to ever happen to me.” Sci said, as he cuddled Alt, who was sleeping like a kitten and almost purring.

“Hey Chara, you deserve better. You are a good kid. I would like to offer you a hug?”

"̷̬̳̮̬̄͂́̐͗͂͆̎I̷̡̖͕͍͎̜̟̝͓͂́'̸͔́́̀ͅm̸̢͍̫̲͙̿ͅ ̸̛̞͎͆̌̋̾̉̃̕͠n̴̡̛͖̬̥̗̞̟̈́͒̃̎̈́͘͝ö̷̧̲̮̖̦͍̼́͂̓̿̓̀͗͂͘t̵̡͚͎̬̞̼͎͋́̾̓̓̈́̕͝ ̶̡̯͎̖͚̠͑̈́̒͗̓͐̐̕s̶̺̰͈̭̊̉̉͌͑̀ͅu̵͚̞̥͇̖̜̮͔͋r̷̯̭͉̰͓̝̗͐̽̐͜͜ë̸̮̹̘͇́̎̃̿́̌ ̷̬̼̈́̓̽̓̃̿͠ẙ̶̮͕̗͙͚͑̾̈́ớ̶̯͇͎̙͍͖̠̈́u̴̠͒̊̌͒̑̒̄ ̶̦̻̙͇̣͈̥͋c̸̨̭͎͙̜̼͔̽́̆̾̐͐͜͝ắ̷̲̗͈͗̆̉̚n̶̢̨̳̘̝̜̘͚̞͂́͑͗̀ ̵̪̪̈́̽h̴̨͚̮̗̳̿̇u̴͍̦͖͚̣͔̰̿̈́̃̕ġ̶̬͆̇ ̴̧͔͈͉̗̰̱̟̫̾ḿ̴̗̼̣̱̯̗͓̦͕̓͂̓̀͘̚͝ě̷̝̹̥͐͊͑͝,̷̢̡̢̳͉͓̦̀͑̊̈́̆͜ ̴̺̹̹͐͋̈́ͅI̵̢͚̹͇̮̦̗͔̬̊̀͆̇͠'̸̭̭̦̫̓̅̆̓̒͘m̴̹͗͊̾̈̐ ̷̧̙̖̰̤̙͐̈̀͗̕͘͜ͅn̵̲̈́̋̇́͝ȯ̸̦̟͉̓̃͑͑͗͘t̷̰̦̘̫̭̯̬̍̈̌̄̅͜ ̷̨̥̗̖̀͠s̴̰̟̩̑̍̈́̅͑̕͝ọ̸̲̜̮̟̓̆̃́̓̂͊̇͝ḻ̴̢̱͇͉̄͗͝͝ȋ̷̮̭̺̙̖̘d̸͎̋̉̑̽̌͝͠.̶̢̯͈̬̣̓͑̈̂̄͝͝ ̸̧̜̘̜͋̈́B̵̘͉͖͓̩͚̳͖̿̄̈̆̽̏̍̀u̵̝͑̄͑͝t̷͇̘͓͒̏̿́͋̌͜͠ ̶̢̭̫̓͆Į̷̨̡͕̱̗̤̳́͒̋̓̌̚'̷̼͔̻͈͠ḑ̴̪̗̜̻̹̬́̎͊͘͝ ̷̛̬̱͖̏̽̽́̽̚ͅl̶̛̝̜̪̰͉̱̘̐͆̋̐ơ̵̢͙͈̘̬͚̗͚͑̔̾́̍̎͒̚v̷̭̙̣̲͕̠̦͖̇́̈e̶̢̢͓̼̟̫̫͑͐͜ ̷̜͙̣̦̗̱̗͇̏̋̑̄́͝ḁ̴̡̜̀͐̉͝ ̶͓͇̲̮̜̖͈͊̾̑́̌͂̄ͅh̷̡̢̻̹̩̺́̓̐́͜u̴̻͉̐͂͌̊̀͜ġ̷̥̗̰̞̻̩,̸̛̹̜̰̳͊̓̉̈́͜͝ ̶̡̮̤̋̾I̸̜̘̜̪͋͐͒̂̕͝ͅ ̴̡̛̗̲̗͔̟̜̇̿͑͐̎̈́͝h̵̫͈̤̫͑a̴̖̦͉͖̰̿̌̆̓͘v̵̦̣̗͎͖͔͓̦͊͒̆̀̊̓̕ȩ̷̛̦̬̲̑̒͆̒̆͊͛͠ṇ̶̩̰͓̄̈́'̶̡̭̩̹͖̯̫̤̜̂͐̃̈t̴̡͍̖̯͈̾̒̾͑̎ ̵̗̲̩̗̒̌̾̀̅h̸̺̩̻̯̠̫̟́͂̎̆̏̏͐̀a̷̯̠͔̺̣̖̘͐̃̏̀̈ḏ̴̭͉̞̙͈̓͝ ̸̢̡͇͎̳͕̞͚̈͐̃̋͒̄͝o̸̺̙͆̅̍̃̆̒̀̕͝ṉ̶̡̧͙̭̯̹͎̈́̃̃͋̋͠͝ë̴̥̮͚̯̥́ ̷͈͎̗̪̦͎̱̀͊͒̈̉̃̒̽͗ḯ̴̞͈̪̮͘n̷̢͓͈̝͇͚͍̬̝̐̽̓̈́ ̵͖̻͍͚̻̥͋͛̕͝͠͠ḷ̸̤͕̺͛̆̄̆̓̏͌͘i̵̧̤͚͗͊ţ̷̢̖̙͚͇̩̪͊̌̊͠e̸̢̼̯͎̿̀̒̊̉ȓ̷̳͕̉͆̏͑ả̵͖̦͇͉̗ľ̴̨̨̛̘͇̠̟͍̮̭̓̅͘͝l̴̠͈̳̗͖̠̯̏̂̔̀̆̊͝y̷̖̩̥̭̿̀͛̌̚͠ͅ ̷̡̹̲̙̗̍̽͊̍̃̊̑̊͜d̸̨̯̯͓͌͘ḝ̵̝͇̤̟̙͎̫̔c̸̡̛̥͖̹̍̇͊̾͆a̷̲͖̒ͅd̴̨̧͙̩̙̘̞͙̲͐̀͘e̴̳̬̯̞̣̓̊̀̈͐s̸̞̯̮̫̫̓̅̔̉̀̎̚̕͝.̸̜͈̪̝̺̺͆̍̂̀̅͊̔̓̕"̸̹̜̖̺̉̅́

Chara had a few tears in their eyes as they felt a feeling. Then they realized they were being hugged, and they began to sob as they tried to hold the invisible being.

“Hey here is a question, we got guns from the Mob universes ready for this brat? They deserve your worst guys. They have lost the rights to mercy.”

“While I aprictae the offer, we don’t need guns. This kid needs a slow and painful death, and I’ve been having a, craving, per say.” Horror said, chuckling as the kid looked truly afraid for the first time that day.

“Frisk, you overgrown hairy potato, I am done trying to talk you down. Pfft you think you are special? You think you are anything? You were made to be an empty space with no personality of your own so the player could easily put themselves in your place. If this is what you are like I am glad you have no lines in the game, you don't deserve them. What is even the point of you? (whispers to Paps) how is that for a distraction?”

“Whatever, you will be next.” Frisk said, right as they had to face Horror in hand to hand combat and were nearly sliced in half.

“That was a good distraction! Good on you human! At least I assume you are human.” Papyrus said, shrugging.

“So Alt Killer, you doing okay now that your Nightmare can't hurt you? and what about what happened to Horror? how did you guys handle that?”

“I’m doing a lot better, Alt’s been nice to me, and so has everyone else. I’m so glad to have people I can rely on to not abuse me for once. My Horror was the only one who bothered to treat my wounds, I didn’t talk or leave my room unless I was needed, that lasted until Alt came back and saved me.” He said, smiling as he rested in a small house he was provided. It was in Alt’s Doodlesphere as he had no other idea as to where to put it and trusted Killer.

“Is annoying Dog helping? Come on puppy!”

The annoying dog yipped as it chewed on the mysterious artifact and wagged it’s tail as Frisk nearly got decapitated, or de-limbed several times and even moved Frisk closer to the bloody blade.

“Oh boy I can't believe I am gonna do this. Gaster if you can talk to me I can try to uhh translate the WingDings. Any ideas from you to make things go smoother? Come on Doc let me atleast try.”

“☟☜☹☹⚐ 👍☟✋☹👎📬 ❄☟⚐🕆☝☟ ✡⚐🕆 💣✌✡ ☠⚐❄ 👌☜ ✌ 👍☟✋☹👎📪 ☞⚐☼☝✋✞☜ 💣☜📪 ✋ ☟✌✞☜ ☠⚐❄ ❄✌☹😐☜👎 ❄⚐ 💧⚐💣☜⚐☠☜ ✋☠ ✌ ✞☜☼✡ ☹⚐☠☝ ❄✋💣☜📬 ✋ 👎⚐ ☠⚐❄ 😐☠⚐🕈 ☟⚐🕈 ✡⚐🕆 ☹☜✌☼☠☜👎 ⚐☞ 💣✡ ☜✠✋💧❄☜☠👍☜📪 👌🕆❄ ✋ ✌💣 ☝☹✌👎 ✡⚐🕆 👎☜👍✋👎☜👎 ❄⚐ ❄✌☹😐 ❄⚐ 💣☜📬” Gaster said, smiling as he nearly melted into a puddle of goo in his grey space.

“✌💧 ☞⚐☼ 🕈☟✌❄ ✋💧 ☝⚐✋☠☝ ⚐☠📪 ✋ 💧✌👎☹✡ 👍✌☠☠⚐❄ ❄☟✋☠😐 ⚐☞ ✌☠✡❄☟✋☠☝📪 💣✡ 💧⚐🕆☹ 🕈✌💧 ☹⚐☠☝ 💧☟✌❄❄☜☼☜👎📪 ✌☠👎 💣✡ 💣✋☠👎 ☞⚐☹☹⚐🕈☜👎📬 ☟⚐🕈☜✞☜☼📪 ✋ 👍✌☠ ❄☜☹☹ ✡⚐🕆 💣✌☠✡ ❄☟✋☠☝💧 ☼☜☹✌❄✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 💧⚐💣☜ ⚐☞ 💧✌☠💧🕯 💣⚐☼☜ 🏱☜☼💧⚐☠✌☹ 💧☜👍☼☜❄💧 ✋ 💧✌🕈 ✌☠👎 ☟☜ 💧☟✌☼☜👎 🕈✋❄☟ 💣☜📬 🕈☜ 🕈☜☼☜ 👍⚐🕈⚐☼😐☜☼💧 ✌☞❄☜☼ ✌☹☹📬” Gaster smiled as he snickered at some very hilarious memories and his several inches thick blackmail folder he had on his coworkers, bosses, and employees.

“Hey uhh Error was what I said to Frisk too mean, I mean they don't deserve mercy but did I go too far?”

“Nope. You did wonderful.” Error said, smiling.

“Here is a song for the Fell brothers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XaRcYnIk-Y “

“Nice. That’s going on a playlist.” Red said, winking.

“Flowey, if there is a way to save Chara whose side will you be on?”

“Chara of course! I only helped Frisk kill everyone because I thought they were Chara at first.” Flowey scoffed, rolling his eyes as he felt the judging eyes of everyone burrowing down into him.

“Ok I gotta know, how did you guys deal with the YandereBerry and who did they try to kidnap?”

“He tried to replace Blue. It was not pretty.” Stretch said, shivering at the memory.

“It was actually because of that horrific abomination of a monster that Red even confessed to me in the first place.” Blue said, not dropping his smile as he denounced the one creation Ink regretted making.

“Y-yeah. Heck, Nightmare even chipped in to help us, though he later had to clarify that it was him, but we assumed it was him. Though we don’t know if Ink was making him, Nightmare said that considering what he saw, he would have helped.” Red said, looking away from Blue’s increased glitching.

“Error if you think Yandere Ink is bad you do NOT want to meet the Fallen Star Sanses. They are all Yandere versions of Blueberry, Dream, and Ink. They are creepy and Nightmare should run if he sees a Yandere version of his brother, run like your soul depends on it cause it kinda does.”

“Sounds like an emergency. A yandere Dream, that sounds like something out of a horror movie, seriously, I’m glad Ink didn’t use that against us.” Error said, horrified.

“I would run from that no matter what. That is a contradiction of values.” Nightmare said watching some creators get out sketch pads and pencils.

“NO!” He screamed before he was locked in a cage and watched as Maxie, Jana, Zack, Jack, and Beatrice discussed what would happen.

“Don’t worry Nightmare, we won’t bring this to life. I’ll make sure of this.” Zack promised, and Nightmare growled as he tried to slip in between the bars, sadly they were too small.

“You know Outer, I never got your opinion on you and Error. You have to admit he is a little cutie.”

“He is. Though everyone says he is cute, but in more of a fluffy bunny way than in the way you’re implying. When he isn’t reminding us of his title.” Outer said, shrugging.

“So here is the thing I am worried about, how sure are we Ink is gone forever? He umm has a habit of coming back in most multiverses.”

“We can only hope Ink’s only gone forever.” Dream said, clutching his arms as he sat down, dar away from everyone else as he took a breather.

“What if Frisk somehow brings Ink back if he gets in the doodle sphere? Guys I am worried!”

“Then we have to make sure Frisk doesn’t get in. Though I can’t see how they’d bring him back.” Dream said, clutching his head as he laughed with a few tears escaping.

“Fresh, are you worried about your new brothers fighting Frisk?”

“A little. Though they’re rad, they can handle any unfresh person out there.” Fresh said, smiling.

“Hey Sans, if you don't agree to speak to a therapist, or at least your brother, I will keep finding songs that bring attention to your issues. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZFbHz5gb8Q”

“Well, I can actually see one and make progress when the kid is dead. And I made a promise to Dream to seek professional help one day.” Classic said, sighing as he slid down the side of the pillar he hid behind.

“So glitter prank, we should also booby trap the shower so he can't wash off what he gets on him, I am thinking food coloring in the shower head. stain his bones.”

“Wow, you really live up to that Creator label. When the Red, Blue, and Black love triangle is over, we’re doing that. I do not want to pick sides.” Dream laughed, laying on the couch as he took a few deep breathed and rubbed his temples.

“Black, I gotta know, why Blueberry? I mean he is already taken and he is happy, there are so many others you could go for, and I don't think you're gonna have many friends if you hurt Red and word gets out. Be it physically or otherwise. Why not just move on and find someone who is available? Let Blueberry and Red be happy.”

“Why not? He’d be happier with me.” Black said, grumbling.

“classic when you dunk frisk you make a undodgeable attack supposing frisk managed to get to the first save point could you make a version of the get dunked attack so when the spawn they die”

“Half the fun is in the beatdown. As any of these guys can tell you.” Classic said, chuckling.

“undyne can you teach me how to cook”

“Heck yeah! Come ‘ere punk!” Undyne said, as Alphsy laughed as her girlfriend.

“so will annoying dog allow you guys to drain frisk i don't think the dog will like that”

The annoying dog wagged its tail as Frisk was finally decapitated by Horror after withstanding several brutal injuries.

“so sans for the first time you can get to and stay on the surface aren't you excited ps tell me if i'm wrong but your issues come from frisk resetting when you get to the surface right”

“I am so excited, and nervous, I’ve never actually met another human besides Frisk that’s from this universe, funny to think that the template for the most powerful beings in all the multiverse is so isolated.” Classic said, sighing in relief as he felt another load go by.

“annoying dog there are a ton of bones in undyne's cupboard just take them out of the wrapper and papyrus won't know so he won't harass you”

The dog barked in annoyance at the request, as if the prospect of not annoying Papyrus was not an option.

“Classic, you know you are extremely loved. Not just by your friends and family but by the fandom, for so many reasons. I know some of the stories people write are uhh scarring but to be honest having this community has saved a lot of people from themselves. How do you feel knowing you give people hope after they thought there was nothing left to hope for? I just want you to know you are loved and valued, so take care of yourself.”

“I will, thanks.” Classic said dozing off.

“Chara, if you could take Frisk's place somehow and rejoin your family, would you?”

"̷̠̝̲̅Ĩ̵̻̲͎̽̃̀̃̕n̵̥̼̱̳̯̔̀̀͊ ̶̲̩͋̋͘̚ȧ̸̠̱͉̉̈́̓͊͗ ̶̛̭̠̱̫̟̫͛̐̿h̵͈͉̺̀̈͐͑͘e̸̖̝͓͚͚̬͋̂̀͐͌̈ă̴̟̥͎̼͊̃̃͊̓r̷͉̤̯̭̽̊̕t̵̫̥̰̟͛͜b̶̩͕͉̗̩̭̉̌̅̈͛̓è̵̻͈̟̩̝͍ȃ̸͉͓̜͓͋́̾t̴̯̺͓̠̰̋̄͘͝͝!̴̜͎̂͜ ̷̯̓̽̎I̴̹͚͈̻͆̈́̈́ ̵̟͈͎͇̘͙́̓̏̈́̅͠ẅ̷́ͅa̴̛̞͊̈́̏̀̍n̶̯̹̪̫̻͙̈t̵̗͎̃͗ ̴͔̄̚͠t̷̡͉̹̺̦̾̋o̶̹̩͗͐̄͗͆͠ ̶͈̕b̴̢̆̕͝e̵͓̯͂̃̍ ̴̮̺͙̬̔̈́͝ẘ̸͕̭͍̻̑̕i̸̘̟̣͆̈́̍t̷̖͍͎͂͊ͅḫ̶̾ ̴͖̀̄̾́t̵͕̲̻̦͋̏̈́͌́̿ĥ̸̲̺̈́̄̉̕͝è̷̬m̵̨̳͈̅͜,̵͈̋̈́̉̋̍̍ ̸̡͖̳̟̹̔́Ḯ̵̧̬̜̗̻͕͗͆͆̀͝ ̸̻̟̺̻̫̭͑̚w̸̡͈̳͚̲͠a̷̖͚̳̔̈͘͜ͅǹ̶̼̣̱͝t̸̰͎̠̥̪̽̀ͅ ̵̮͚̞̠̊t̸̠̍̀͑ö̵̩̹͖̯̯́́̊̎ ̴͉̈́̓͒̌̾h̴̡̛̭̋͗͛͝u̶̧̜͉̭͓̞͐̂̐̄̓̽g̶͈̔͂̂ ̶̳̟̱͈̍̔̑̓͊t̸̤̾̈́̚h̴̢̭͉̠͎͖̀́̈́͆͠e̵̹̙͂̓̅́̏m̵̜̥͇͑͌̎͐ͅ,̸̡͎̐̓̋ͅ ̸̛̯ṕ̶̣̮͚̗̜l̷̮͖̐̃̄a̴͎͛̀̎͋̾y̵̥͛̀͛ ̵̫̠̜͐̈́̈̄ͅw̵̢̠͍̯̉̎̚͠i̶̜͓̓̓t̴̹͍̰̫̒̂̈́̄͑́ḫ̷̛̆ ̴̝͚̤̄̏͐̀̏̚t̶̥̦̭̩̏͊͂͝ḣ̷̢̡̖̘̹͔̋̅̊ë̸̩̹́̍͌̽m̸̼̅͆̽,̶̟̀ ̶̠͉̗̜̀̏͐I̸̓̑ͅ ̷̰̳͉͇́͆͊̓l̷̦̬̓̈̄̿̚͜ơ̷̠̭͇̼̠v̵̟͎͑̄̒e̷̝̼̪͓̒̈ͅ ̴͖̎́͒̔͘t̶͎̪̎̚h̸͙̝̲̘̙́ͅě̶̱̥͎̽͛̀͝m̸͍̀̃̍͋͘ ̵̟̼̲͖̍͋̓̕m̶͖̰͈̼̈́o̷̞̞̲͊̿͋͜r̵͓̣̥͍͗̽́e̸̡̛̹̹͔ ̷̙͚̤͍̖̐̀͘t̸͖͙͚͐̈̍h̵̛̳̙̘͐̑̋̽͂ǎ̸̻͠n̴̜̒͗̎̑ ̵̧̛͓̯â̵̘͉̗͇͉̫͂̕̕ň̶͖͆̊̊͘y̶̟̯̼͊̊̚͠t̵̛͍̼͂̉͐ḫ̸̝̺̘̲́̾̊̆͝ḯ̸̫̈́̈̎̌͠n̷͇̦͇̾͌͆̎̀͝g̶̨̜͕̤̗͎̋̉̎̐̐̽!̶̢̡͙̼̖̩͊̈́̔͝͝ ̶̪̅̾̅̔̌̀Ȉ̶̖͔̈ ̴̥̑w̸̹̣̮͕̯̄͑̉̈͊͘å̸̡̨̺̯̆n̶̛̻̍̑̀t̸̡̳̲͝͝ ̷͔̠̔̄͂t̷͇̫̬̎́̐̔͋̕͜o̸͎̯̭̜̯̰͋ ̸̺̼̯̄̔̋͠b̷̥̠͕͂ͅȩ̸̲͚̪̯̿ͅ ̶̩̟̃̆̄̋͜t̵̼͒͘ͅĥ̴͈̹͔͙̗̗͘͝͝ȩ̴̙͈̊̈́̔ ̷̨̨̝̘͖̾͂͑͠p̷͚̝̽̂̏r̴̩̺̤̒͆í̸̺̋ñ̸̮̙c̴̼͓͐̇́̏̓͠ͅé̶̦͔͓̮͇͎͛̅͆s̵̳̞̏̿̅̂s̸͇͋̔ ̵̡̫̤̋̈̀͘͜m̸͙̣͇̹̞̓̾͜͠o̸͕̗̽̎̋̉͘͜͝ṅ̴̝̲̠s̸͍̑̈́̈̇̀͝ť̵͙͙̖̗͑͌͑̆ͅé̵̦͇̒̄r̴̨̺̬̤̥͍̀͐k̷̫͇͖̐̎̈́̍i̷͓͙̣̍̑͑̊́͠n̵̗̳͇͓̓͒͆̓d̵̘̥͍͍͉͚̾̈̍̀͘̕ ̶͎̬̤̱̜͆̾̔̔̀̕d̸̰̔̽͌́̌͝ê̴̻̖͌̚s̸̨̥͈͕͖̥͆e̷͕̪̞͂͐̀̿̆̈́r̸̠͓͖̦̱̈͆̏̈́̕v̸͕̰̫͉̞̾́̽e̸̟͙̯̳̜̊͋͂ṡ̵͉͔̀̃̽̑!̷̯͇̲͖̞̅̂̇͂̚"̵̬̇̔̅̄

Chara screamed it at the top of their lungs, holding their fists as they felt a trickle of determination flow through them, and their feet touched the ground for a brief moment, as if her body tried to become solid again.

“Is Red's brother gonna help with the Black issue? It is kinda an insult to his family name that Black thinks he can butt in a steal from his brother.”

“He’s not involved in any shenanigans, though I’m pretty sure he’d defend my honor to the death. He’s a good bro like that.” Red said, laughing.

“Any new universes you guys really like?”

“Well, Red liked Swap!Lust, and it took us a while to identify the difference between the two swaps. It was humiliating.” Dream said, sighing.

“I however, am a fan of Littletale. Took them long enough to make it, I had seen so many notes on what the AU would be like and I’m so glad it’s here. They are all so cute.” Dream said, giggling.

“Littleswap. I love seeing a baby version of my bro. He may have raised me, but I do like seeing a baby him.” Stretch said and Blue stuck his tongue out.

“So is anyone ready to record the Black vs Red fight? I mean I am sure Blue will stop it before anyone gets too badly hurt.”

“We’re waiting for Black to make his move. Once he does, we’ll pounce.” Red said, “And that’s why it has to be quick, I want to bash his skull in real good.” Red said and Stretch rolled his eyes as he snickered.

Blue, contrary to popular belief, heard everything. And he planned to crash their revenge party with a plan of his own. And it was going to be a Nightmare for all involved, except him of course.

“So Frisk, had enough? you should reset and try something else. You can't beat THIS. Little demon.”

“I can beat anything.” Frisk said, staring down Killer, causing them to laugh.

“Well, here to help me kill some more? You’re so cute.” Frisk said, and Killer returned the laugh, only more empty and sadistic.

“I’m done with you. You’ll die three more times.” Killer said, launching a blaster at the child.

“Error, you figured it out! I knew you would. No censoring can stop you!”

“Indeed.” Error said, enjoying the sounds of Frisk’s distress.

“sanses tell me if there is anything i can do to help you kill the demon child no one gets away with bullying tem”

“We appreciate the help, but we got this.” Classic said.

“chara which type of chocolate do you like more milk chocolate or dark chocolate?”

Ì̷̡̛̺̱̙̹̥͜͜ͅ ̷̨̘̻͖̜͍̦̠̉̌̑̔͌̓̈̃͠l̴̫͙̈́̈́̇͝o̶̢̹̖͝v̸͈̙̟͚̹͒̑͆̎ȇ̵͇̮̼̣͙̱̓́͆́͌ ̷̥̒̽̒̆͆a̶̞̱̦̗̱̱̽́̏̇͋̀͗͜͝͠l̶̬͇̑͊̈́̋̀͊̈́̓l̷̘͐́̕ ̷̨͋͂̈̀̒͛̆̾̕c̶̢̮̣̼̩̮̩̥͍̈́͛̓̌́̂̆h̸̯̯̔͝ò̵͖̀c̴̙͗͌̈́ö̶̢͇̮̞̝̻̙̱͕́̍͗͘l̵̙̦͓̮̺̓ą̵̜͖̜̯̺̭̦̎̆͋̓̀̚ͅt̵̹̮̩̗̩͕̘̎̏͝ͅe̴̡̡̖̽̄̋!̴̝̫͚͕̏́̓̐̒͝͠͝͝ ̵͎̙̪̤͇̮̪͌ͅE̶̛̤̗̪̤͖̥͔͊̈͛͊͌̓s̵̨̳̫͚̺̒̑͒̀̇̓͂̚͝p̸̙͈̬̫͉̌͒͆̍̂͘͝è̴͕̯͎̀͐̍̄c̶͖͇̽̄̂̃̀̓̀̚̚į̵̰̲͕̪͍̰̤͊̈͝ͅa̶̧̹̠͈͙̺̋̐̑̅̅ͅl̷͉͝l̴̛̰̦̥̅̄̈́́̉͊͋̓y̷͎̗͕̏̃̽͠ ̶͈̹̱̳̲̈́̈̅͒͑̽͠͝w̸̙̻̬̩̪͙͓̭͑́̀̉́͆i̵̬̩̫͎͇͖͔̜̠̓̾̒͊̓͌̕̚͠ţ̵̛̼̤̦͇̻̠̙̄̌̈́͋̀̀͘h̷͖̗̮͕̤̗̥͚̮͘ ̶͖̟̠̥̼̠̳̏͂͆̍̂̄͠c̸̝̜̠̲̰̦̣͍͈̐͊̍a̸̞̞̮̱̬̲̥̋̓̏͆͜͝͠ͅr̴̫̣̟͔̈͊̌͜a̸̛̼̬̤̅̈̃̐̄̂͛̕m̸̧̝̣͓̺͕̠̗͗̍̏̓̀̈̾e̴͚͓̘̼͌̑̈́͐̎l̸̬̞͆ ̷͚̖͈̳̠̀̎͐̍̇͘̚ä̶̛͇́͗́̌̎n̴͉̆̽̑͜d̴̨̨̬̱̺̺̖̾̀̈́̒͐̈́ ̵̻̬͚̘͔̝͈͌͆̎̓̌p̵̛͚e̷̥̤̬͛̒â̵͚̪̽͗n̸̙̽̽̀̀u̸͍̣̘̰̤͇͉̤̖͋͑t̵̳̲̜͊̍̈̒͑̽͝ ̶̢͎̹̼͍̇͂̓̋͗̋̚b̵̖̥̫̜̖̳̱͌̈͆̓ͅu̴̠͚͍̞͙̥͂͑̎͌̿͠t̴̩̯̩̞͌̅͋̚t̷̨̛̜̳͎̑͌̊͒̈́̅ë̴̢̤̰͈́͐̄̎̾͐́r̴̛̰̼̫͕͕̦̩̙̟̓̉̍́͆͐͝.̵̜̩̮̆̑̋̓͠͝ͅ"̵̧̹̺͔̘͇͍̙̓̀̓̕͘

Chara said, licking their lips as their mouth watered slightly.

“guys you need to get rid of floweys determination or he will be able to save and reset when frisk loses their determination”

“I lost the button for good. There are a few days between Frisk falling down and the beginning of the timeline, and I can’t save, load, or anything. Only with the use of the six souls can I hope to get that back and I do not want to go through the consequences of doing that. Nightmare is scary.” Flowey said, sighing.

“what will you do with frisk when they dont have anymore dt? are you gonna kill him”

“Yep. If that doesn’t kill them, we will.” Sci said, his face grim.

“Error, can you teach me how to make a plush?”

“Absolutely! I actually teach sewing classes every now and then.” Error said,

“Hey Frisk, if you are feeling so big why don't you try to come kill me? oh you can't? too bad, looks like you just get to listen to me till you lose, and believe me you will lose. You're not as special as you think? Poor frustrated little murderer, so sorry if I don't feel any pity.”

“Just you wait and see, I will kill you. I am a god.” Frisk spat, throwing their knife and landing it in Killer’s arm, the blade sticking out of the other side.

“You know a lot of people like to think of Geno, Error, and Fresh as brothers. They do have the same original creator and in a sense Error and Geno kinda are related very closely. So what do you guys think of this?”

“Not surprised. I actually like that, Fresh is pretty cool and Error is fun.” Geno said, watching the fight and getting ready to fight himself. He was rusty, but he could easily kill that brat.

“sanses you're not gonna kill flowey are you?”

“If we don’t have to, we won’t.” Sci said, smiling kindly.

“Chara what do you think of the skelebros?”

“̴̛̟̈́̈́̏̾́̔T̷̺̣͇͓͚̒̿̓̊͠h̵͖͠è̸̡̨̜̹̗̤̮̳̿́̆y̷̢̬͕̞̜̩͇͝’̸̥̻̦͕̞́̾̀́̕ŗ̸̹͉͚̝̈́̈́́͘͜͝è̶̢͉̑͂̌̔̑͠͝͠ ̴͓̋̆̂̏̾͆̈́̇s̷̟̘̝͊ö̴͍̝͈̙͖͎̝̭̪́̔̌̑̚͘̕ ̸̤͆̚n̴̙͙̜͍͔̗̈́̎i̴͍͓̟͑̊̇̓͂c̷̢̨̡͙̮̪̔ë̴̛̞̭̤̥̤̩̄̆̽͒͐ ̷̛̤͖͑̉͗̿͐͌̒a̸̛̤̤̹͙͒̃̉͋͠ņ̵̞̩̦̠̚͘d̷̨̥͓̘̫̘̙͕̟͒͝ ̸̫̙̫͙͇͗̈́͐̄̿́̑͆̕f̴̧̨̥̞́̍ͅu̵̡̘͓̯͍̮̻̟̐̎̐̀͆̍ṅ̵̢̛̠̱̯̹̫͊͋̋̈́͘͝ṇ̵̣͙̞̱̜̻̾͑͂̃͋̋̕ͅý̸̤̯̳̦̙̩͈̯̗͗̀̄̈́̓̽͝.̷̡̧̅̌ ̵̥̮̜͌Ï̴̛̮̙̫̼̎̌̕ ̶̛̩̻́̋͘͝r̷͕͍͋̅̋̍́̉͗͘̚e̶͕͙͙͒̒̂̈́̆͂̅̇͗à̶̧̛̻̮̝͖̞̈́̅͘͜͝l̴̺̬͇͉̓̈́̔͛͠l̵͔̙̝̮̫͍͙̥̖̔̒̈̿͒̔̂̚ý̷̺̺̟̤̩͗͌ ̶̜͓̳̉̍̋͌̽̕ȟ̵̛̻̼̈́͂̇̔̒̚o̷̧̢̼̭̭̮̟̠͐̂̇͆͑́͠p̸̹̩͍͚̫̯̬̓͐̑̍e̷̙͕͕̻͔͖͝ ̵̧̨͙͚͎̤̤̺̏̇̄̾̄͋͝ͅI̸̢̛̗̖͖̫̋̄́̿̚̚͝ ̷̨̥͈̅̅̈́́g̸̡̡̯̻̞̍̎̐ȩ̸̦͋̒̅ť̸̨̧͔̤͇̪͝ ̷̨̛̮͍͔̼͓̓̑̀̀̉ͅt̴̳͚͂̎o̸̡͈̫̼͌͋͠ ̵̖̹̞͙̪̐b̴̪̹̋̊̀̅̌̿͝e̸̡̡͈̝̰̺̩̲̥͆̽̒̿̌͒͋f̵͎̣͗́̔̔̆͆̆̕r̵̮͖͉̟̔̌̆̃ǐ̶̭̤͉̦̼̟͌͘ẹ̴̭̥̟̖̰̘̤̓͛͋̆̇͑̈́̇ņ̶͖̱̗̝̔̈́̑̏ḓ̴̡̨̱̯̬͒̾̊ ̸͍̝̫͍̄t̴̤̞̜͚̫̿̐͜h̶̨̼̗̭̦̠̩̐̍͊̀e̵̲̪͌̾̎̾̍͠m̸̟̥̂.̷̞̞̞̘̅̅͠”̷̠̯͙̠̯̹̉͗̒̈́̂̈́̈́͜͜ ̶̬̉͌̃̃̅̄͘

Chara said, content to watch Frisk receive a similar injury to Killer. In the exact same spot.

“to the sanses which one of you will be lucky enough to kill a human”

“Not sure. Depends on what happens.” Classic said.

“chara in the post genocide pacifist ending frisk looks like you after toriel leaves the room and then everyone died what's the explanation”

“̸̧̡̛̣̦̜̬̘̰̼̬͔͒̓͊̀̽̔̋͌͠Ņ̷̧̛̬͙͉̻̱͍̭̫͓̩̮̞͈̞̒̊̑̈̎̍̓͌̚ͅo̸̡̨̡̮̠̪͍̫̜̱͋̆̈́̇́̐̍́͂̕͘͝ ̵̡͍͈͚͂̐̆̌̒̀͑̀̇̇͆͜͝o̵͌̄͛̅��̲͉͔̤̰̭͚̞̖̾ṅ̸̘̭̣̤͇̣̌̇͆͗̽̈̃́͝ẽ̵̡̡̛͙̳͚̗̼̠̜͎̦̠̹͙̫̞̟̥̔́̓͑̂̓͗͂̕͘͝ ̸̪͓̙͖̘̜̟̲̟͉̣͚͇͙̞̭̰͚̆̇́̿͛̔̑͂̈͌̏́̌͂̚̕̕d̸̢̛̜̜͙̖̪̟͎̙͉̦̬̙̥̼̳̠̟̄̏͆͝į̴̢͉̖̮͉̖͙̙̻̭̜̗̮̙̮̜͛͐̊̽̓̊̎͆̔͊́͑͊̅̆ę̸͓̺̝͔͇̫̜͖͓̼̺̳̲̩̟͈͙̻̝͊̃͋͒͛͘d̶̢̪̦̫̬̲̬͎̅́͛͆̏͋͂̊͋͒͛̅̂̕̚.̸̢̨̧̨̺̪͓̖̘͍̦̗̫̟̖͇͍̗͎͊̉͌͋̐̅̈́̾̀̑̔͌͒̊͐͘̕͝͠͝ͅ ̸̨̢̠̥̣̖̲͕̙̂̽̏̒͘I̵̡̢̢̼̼͔̻͖͕̘̭̘͙̮̬̫͈̐́̒̄́̏̕ ̷̧͔̯͍̖̞̮̱̗́͐͆̊̓̏͠j̶̢̧̰̘͓̬̯̲̙̩̳͔̲͇̟̲̹̬̩̝͒̈̊̈́͝ư̵̧̢̡͈͖͖͙̼̞͔̟̫̯̦̊́̄̃͋̃͝s̷̡̛̮̖̱̼̜̗̭̻̲̫͌́͋̈́̀̒̉̂̿̚͜ţ̶̛̱͈̭̮̳̽̽͗́̎͆̈́͊̀̀͛͘ ̷̢̗͇̹̞͖̱̞̳̻̻͓̺̘͍͇̳̭͓̊̍̓̉̔́̈́̎̀̅͐͐͠͝w̸̡̧͉̹̠͉͂͐͆̃̎͐͒̏͜ą̷̨̛͍͎̤̥̟̺̻͔͇̻̋̍̎̋̓̑͝n̶̩̩̣̬̫̒̔̂̅̊̐̀͌̏̉̔́̆́̕͠ṱ̸̙͍͙̯̟̊̃͌́ͅę̶̧̢̢̣̗̖̼͉̬̘̖̣̬̣̙͖̽̅̎̾͒̋̃́̎̊̀́͋͝d̴̡̟̖͙̗̓̔̒̉̌̏̉͒̔̀́͑́̈́̓̓̈́̈́͊ ̵̧̡̛͉̹̼̳̹̜̭̗̠̗̺̑̈́͑̔̒̿̏̃̇́̋̊̇̉̾͒̚͝ͅẗ̶̨͔͚̣̞͍̥̯͖̹̗̘̰̪̰͕͈́ͅo̷̢̞̣̗͔̩̱̻͖͇̲͂̔̀̾̿̋̏͌̆̈̐̑̚ ̶̧̛̺̻̹̲̟̝̹̹̓̇̓͊̄͋͗̿͐͑͛̉́̃̕̕ͅs̷͚̠̲̬̹̰̪̙̹̝͎͔̣̹͇̾̈̇̄̐́̌͒͊̉͌͂̃̽̕͜͝͠͠ͅç̷̤̠͚̞̤̫̭͈͉͊̈́͊̑́͒̽̉͌͛̈̑̃͌̂̋͛a̴̼̐̐̾̎̔͘r̴͕͛̅̅̅͆̒ê̷̡̬͙̺̯͑͛͊͛̎̾ ̸̣̆͊̓́̅̆͌́̊̆̉́̑̚͝͝F̷̩̞̻͈̪͖͊͛͛r̶̨̝̣̟̉̀́̂͋̓̓̀̉̄̽͛͗͊̑͌͗ĩ̴̪̖̌s̵͙̦̟̰̞̱̝̜̘̙̝͇̽̾̃́͆̌̔̈́̔̌̑͂̈́́̓͝k̵̡̢̺͍͇͔̟̹̺̤̭̠͉̱͓͊͌̋͜.̶͔͇̯͉̯̘̣͈͑̋͌̍̎͛̔͘̚ ̴̨̧̜͚͖͔̝̖̠̟͖͈̆̌͌̆̇̈́̌̽͋̅̑͜͠M̴̨̛͔̩̘̭͌̔̈́̀̅̈͒̎͂̽̀̆̋̎̐̇͘͝͝ͅã̶̙͇͂̈́̔̎̇̅͠ḱ̶̗̲͈̦̩͚̹̦̠͒̽̿̀̿̈̐͌͝͠͠ͅē̶̥̳͉̼̩̓́̄̏̆͊̍͂̇͋́̕͘͝ ̴̨̢̝̯̮͕̰̼̦̾̓͋̀̿̈́͑͝t̴͖̠̊̐̋͛͒͐͑̈́̽͊̃̈́̋̌̊̌͝h̸̛̰̞̀̈́̉̔̽̑̽̅́̀̔͗͌͋̕͘͜͠͝ȩ̶̝̬̪͈̙͕̺̹͇̹͂̃̄̇̈̄̒̄͋̀̕͜ͅͅṁ̸̨̝̣̬͈̦̬̠̪͖̗̞̭͑̄͒͌͠ ̶̡̲̟͙̝̬̭̌̉r̶̼̟͍̦̭̭̱̀̓̈́̏͋̈́e̶̺͎͙̬̱̋̉̆̈́͒̈́̐̔̒͜m̵̨̦̫̟̗͔͍͇̗̠̋̂̆ę̷̹̝̫̝̝̬̲̣͇̦̯̫̦͉̀̍̌̅̔̑̌͜͝m̵̡̩̟̗̠̯͎͚̆̈́̀̇͒͒̍̽̔́̾̎̓͜b̴͔̤͕̩̼͖̬̙̟͉̘̭̒̾͌̅͐̆̑̊e̵̢̢͉̣̙͎̳̖̟̣̻̦͍̟̠̝̠͓̲͐͋ͅr̶̢̝͔̥̠̩̪͖̿͗͌͆̌͂̿̑́͑̐̈͛͘͝͝ͅ ̷̛̙̫͍̺͈͍͂͒̽̈́́͌̉̔͛͂̓̈́̔͘͝w̷̬̙̳̱̪̰͎̥͕̯͈͊̄̏̊͠͝h̵̟̮̠̪͓͙̲͈̦̗̭̗̭͈͑̽̔͐̏͜ą̶̧̧͎̟͔͈̙͈͍͌̅̚͝ẗ̶̘̩̖̦̳̼͖̱̩̖͉̍́͋̚ ̶̨̪̳̞͔̟̭̪͕̽͐͋t̷̢̗̦̙̟̗̹̗̮͈͔̹̤̬͙͙̼̹̑̄̑̉̉̍͋͑̃̆̇̑̓̅̓̽͗̇̑͝ͅh̷͔̮̞͙̄͆͋̋̂̓͂̄̇̏̏̽̇e̵͔͒y̴̧̬͎̗̻͕̳͎̮̻̙̰̞̖̌ͅ'̵̧̨̹̯̝͎̳͓̇̄̑̀̉̀̐͊͠v̵̦͉͔͚͑̈́̓̀̐̓̓͆̅̊͗̍͛̌͌̕͝ͅe̴͎̦̽̒́̀̂͋̓̕̕ ̷̰͉͈͔̼̣͎̟͖͈̺͊͜͠d̵̢͇̠̝̖̮̞̼̥̟͍̬̥͔͉̯̳͖̤͋͜ọ̴̭̘͍͈̥̣̫̫̭͎̱͇̪̺͚͈̻̈̚͜n̴̢͇͕̻̲̰͙̰͓̫̰̩͈̹͇̞͍̊̉ͅē̵̛̤̿͗̂̀̍̋̈́͂͘ͅ ̴̜̹̜̓̐̿̀̎̌͒̇͒̀̃̅͊͛͂̿̅̒̚͝t̷̛͓̟̲̥͕̲̭͍͂̏̄̓̓̓̏̓͒́̔̃͘͝͝o̴̪̺̮̺̜͕͕͒́͂́̊̈̂̽́̋̔̀̋̇͊͂̄́͘ ̷̢̛̩̟̗͚̞͈̹̩͙̍̉͗̔͗e̶̤͎͛̓͆̓́͒̏̈́̈́̀͋͊͛͒̈́͌͠v̶̩̗̖͕̇͊̽̉̿̑́̔̆̚̚̚ę̶̢̳͕̱̩͉̠̹̩̰͓̩̫̫̬͇͕̩͐̉̉̎̒r̵̰̅̒͛̌̐̕͠ẏ̷̝͚̮̩͖͔͚͚̳͚̩͉̹̟̪͔̓o̸̢̦͋̔̅̃͑͆̐͂̐̌͆̎̍͋̈́̕ǹ̴̨̝͔͂́̈́͘͝ȩ̶̢̧̛̪̭̤̪͈̝̠̹͎̳͎̘͓̲̱̣̣̔̾̍̋͑̒͋͑̿̎̄͛̊̾͠͠ ̶̢̢̧̛͔̪͍̌̇̽̾̒͛͆͋̔̂͑́͋̕͠I̸̡̡̘̭͕̭̾͌̚͜ ̸̛̠̞̳͉̦͉̥̦̀́͆́͋̈́̀̈́͛̽̿͘̕̕̕͠͝͝l̶̢̗̼̜̦̖̬͇͚̪͖͐̀̊̓͗́̀̅̎̓̂̔̀̕͘͜ó̶̢̨̞̣̹̥̰̠̺͇͍̈́̋̃̅̌̊̅͋͐̚͝ͅv̸̛̤̞͓̊͊̌͋͌͂̓̅͠e̵̢̧̨̧͖̮̙͓̪͚͇̫̲̩͉͚̠͑̈́͛̍̓̃͝͠.̵̢͚̝̥͎̼̣͖͎̣̹̫̺̩̬̳̯̉̈̓͌̂̓͊̏̒̎”̵̡̛̜̪̩̖̱̭͙̯̊̂͛̽̽͂̀͝͝ ̷̡̢̢̼̲̦͍͉̲͖̞̺̰͙̜͔̪̝̣͖̂͑̚͘

Chara spat, eyes glowing a dark red as dark red sparks flew off their body, it was slowly growing less transparent, though it regressed quickly when Chara calmed down.

“classic sans about how often do you get the hackers ending”

“Once. It was incredible to see their face next time around.” Classic said, grinning.

“Hey Blue, how do you feel about the whole thing that happened with Ink? Are you ok now? I support you fully!”

“I’m doing a lot better, I have bad days, five years is nothing to trauma. But I have an amazing support system and did seek professional help, so I’m doing great!” Blue said, he looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself as he looked down in shame.

“Nightmare, do you guys have a plan incase Ink DOES return somehow? Never hurts to have a backup plan.”

“We managed to remove the piece of code Ink uses to control us. So if he does come back, he’d need to make a new army. And thanks to the Creators, we managed to get it done on a multiversal level, so people that don’t know won’t be brought in against their will.” Nightmare said, “So I’d say that’s the best thing we can do.”

“Reaper do you remember when Ink brainwashed you to be a toddler and made you do embarrassing stuff? Thoughts?”

“Nope. And I could and lived without that information.” Reaper said, curling up into a ball.

“Also I took a look back at what happened in the story, with Ink I mean. Something happened to change him, he watched the multiverse deteriorate once. Lost his memories, gave into despair and forgot everything. Walked alone for who knows how long while something else built up inside. I think there was even more to the Ink issue than anyone first thought, I don't know though. Something about it still doesn't sit right with me.”

“The Creators filled us in on what happened.” Alt said, “I can’t help but feel a tiny bit sorry for him. He lost everything and became a monster. And you know what context I’m using.” Alt said, sighing.

“But the past is in the past. He ripped his soul to shreds, heck, I even looked for them while he waited to kill Ink. But I couldn’t find them, though we do know he remembered the old multiverse.” Dream said, looking at Alt who had walked in the room he was in.

“Oh yeah, and I feel the need to remind Reaper that he is also adorable!”

“I am the incarnation of death. The embodiment of the act of dying! I am not adorable, baka!” Death said, grumbling before he realized what he said.

“flowey your a jerk why don't you let people have a perfect happy ending in their first run”

“Because I’m a jerk.”

“frisk can you tell me what you think of true lab?”

“Creepy.” Frisk said, a knife lodging itself in their throat as they collapsed.

“You’re not the only one who can throw.” Killer said, flipping the kid’s corpse off.

“sans can you help me make a trash tornado like the one in your room”

“Sure. You just snap your fingers and make a tornado.” Classic said, winking.

“sans are you ness?”

“Yes, I am a ness. But I thought it was obvious. All Sanses are a mess.” Classic said, and Papyrus groans could be heard.

“sans i imagine it must be really hard to treat frisk like a good person when they are doing a pacifist path when you know their sins”

“It is so hard. Just glad I don’t have to deal with them any longer.” Classic said.

“Outer what do you think of Error's love for your AU? He likes it a lot, in case you didn't now.”

“A lot of people do. So it’s not unusual. Why’d you ask?” Outer said, grinning like a cheshire cat.

“Hey Geno, Reaper. you guys are shipped a lot too.”

“Do not remind me.” Geno said, “I had to cut contact with the creators because of that.”

“I’ve been trying to get to him, but everyone keeps finding ways to keep me away from him.” Reaper said, pouting.

“papyrus why did you think toriel was asgore's clone?”

“I had never seen her before. What was I supposed to think?” Papyrus said, and Toriel laughed.

“alphys I think mew mew kissy cutie 2 is better than the first one”

“HOW?! It completely ruins the characters and destroys the world building! How?!” Alphys said and Undyne chuckled as her girlfriend.

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Could you ship your mutuals with silverboys/treasure 13? I’m curious 🙀

smh i accidentally closed the tab before i could save it fml but anyway: instead of studying maths and after killing my body with a 45 min workout, i am here to answer this ask that was long overdue thank you anon for being so curious uwu!! also i apologize i might’ve got carried away skjdl and this is not proofread in any shape or form

@yoonbins x yoonbin is the couple that tries to keep it low but everyone knows that they’re a thing imo 💖 mini god kara i’m not trying to call you out but yoonbin would gladly accept that s***** from you anytime úwù skinship in public isn’t really their thing, but if bin is feeling bold, he’d secretly hold her hand under the desk klasjdklajs kara isn’t one to show her emotions a lot but it’s fine bc yoonbin is an attentive guy and just knows how smitten he is for her!!! not really the most romantic couple out there, but when it comes to banter? OOF nobody can beat them what a pure relationship (also, expect long cuddle sessions when it’s just the two of them teehee)

@byounggonsgf x byounggon is the power couple everyone on ygtb tumblr and their MUMS know of and approve of: first of all, visual wise?? GOD TIER. SUPERIOR. YOU WISH. we all know how much of a visual kweenie angel zeen is, and we all know how hot gon is (pls the entire fandom has a crush on him) and the two combined?? YOUR FAVS COULD NEVER (unless your favs are zeen and gon uwu) also, just one glance at zeen’s tags just show how much love she harbors for him and i imagine her to be the type to write stuff abt him in a seperate notebook and when gon finds out, he’ll go all out and arrange some romantic candlelight dinner or shit 💖 in other words, they’re the disgustingly sweet couple you’d see in romance anime uwu

@ggoncafe x byounggon is also a ship i advocate !!! he’d do anything to make ess smile and laugh; it’s one of his fav sights after all - especially that thing that ess does where she scrunches her nose whenever she laughs??? he is SOLD. WHIPPED. IN AWE. i feel like gon can be quite the romantic in his way and would write so many songs abt ess lskjdlkj aside of that, ess strikes me as the type to annoy the shit out of him just for fun LMAO - it’s nothing bad, imagine this: she’d text him in capslock and keyboard smashes just to garner his attention and then, he’d face time her and try to be fed up but in reality? he’s glad she did that? bc that gives him the perfect excuse to see her lkjsdj

say what you want; okay cool you think the earth is flat fine then but not thinking that @mashilove x byounggon is a cute ship? sis you’re abt to cATcH ThESe HaNDs - uyen radiates something akin to big mom energy: maybe it’s partly bc she’s just as old as gon but her tags to everyone just SCREAM soft protective nature 💖 also i feel like uyen, as great as she is, sometimes deals with huge insecurity issues and gon would try his best to lift up her spirits and convince her that she is a beautiful child of the angels the world doesn’t even deserve!!! we are talking abt gon dedicating 28398309 songs to her and cuddle attacks and soft shit oof

looking back i realize byounggon also has a mf power harem and to finish it off, i also think that @speckofglitter x byounggon is the couple you should be scared of. why scared? bc they’re gonna make you set your standards so impossibly high AND THATS THE TEA 💖 gon picking up tiyi after her lectures at university? every time when he can afford to? which is pretty much every second day? and if he has much free time before he’d make sure to buy some food for tiyi? it doesn’t help that he’s a soundcloud rapper of course everyone’s gonna have high standards! it doesn’t stop there tho; just imagine them trying some couple dances like ellen and Brian hnnngh

@junkyeu x junkyu is ! so ! pure !!!! junkyu would be so so smitten and so so proud of Linh and he’d take any opportunity to boast abt her. she’s so beautiful? he’d say that to every second stranger they pass by. she’s a multilingual queen? he’d tweet it out several times a day, post it on his snapchat, probably write it on a wall “LINH IS A MULTILINGUAL LEGEND YOUR S/O COULD NEVER 💖“ and so on. he is so damn supportive up to the point where it might be a little excessive to her but she still loves him dearly :’) the harshest thing she might do is prolly insult him lightly in any language he doesn’t understand LMAOOO

1/3 of the seunghun harem ship i support is @kimseunghoney x seunghun ! yet another couple that would flaunt that they’re together but guess what?? everyone is LIVING for it 💖 christina is such a soft fluffball who’s trying her best to get through her exams and seunghun being the supportive (yet needy) boyfriend he is, would partly distract her partly help her?? he’d be the type to randomly come over to her place with the reason of wanting to help her study bc ! good ! grades ! is ! what ! she ! wants ! but then five minutes later, he’d try to get her to take a break and then woo her to a nap bc she’s been working so hard uwu (also, the perfect timing for him to fill up his camera roll full of pics of christina saljdlk)

2/3 of the seunghun harem is @seunghunies x seunghun 💖 now with those two combined,,,, get ready for the skinship and disgustingly domestic and tooth rotten fluff between them uGh [edit: the latter got deleted WHY TUMBLR WHY SMH so starting here is the cont.] seunghun is the type to show off that vale is his up to the point where he might shove it up everyone and their mum's faces jskdk but it's full of love!!! Snapchat? Instagram? Everywhere — he's gonna say how much he loves vale during an ig live or in his story dedicated to vale and vale ONLY 💞🤧 also!!! Restaurant dates!!!! So many!!!! They'd go taste testing in the entire city !!!! And he'd take so many pics of her and the best thing abt the cute shit? Vale plays along!! (At least most of the time teehee) say he'd want her to pose for the camera? She'd gladly do it- unless she's feeling a little sneaky then she'd do anything to mess up the snapshot kajdjdjkdk we love banter 😜💓

3/3 of the harem is @seunghunn x seunghun uwu THE. SOFTEST. COUPLE. IN THE UNIVERSE. mashikyu doesn’t compare anyway, we’ve already established how much of a passionate lover hun is right?? and i peg seunghun the type to crave his s/o’s attention at any time possible so if you ever lay his eyes off him, he’d do anything to win your attention back! perhaps one might say that maddi cherishes her sleep more than our #1 furry king and if she’s particularly stressed, she’s heading straight to her bed and to the one-hour nap she desperately needs. depending on how hun is feeling, he might either a) play the big spoon and nap with her sdjlkjsa or b) be the whiny bitch he is and try to wake her up (ofc only if he’s 100% sure that she wouldnt mind as much as usual) 💖 in case he guessed wrong and woke her up while she’s pissed, he’d make up with some good homecooked food UGH

@moonxlika x hyunsuk is the badass couple who always hype one another up you don’t even KNOW. be it a competition or a game, you can bet that one is cheering for the other - unless they both participate, then it’d be a mixture of “good luck uwu” or “i’m gonna beat your ass just watch me” 💖 they’re the type to bond over their music taste and seriously lika and hyunsuk aren’t afraid to show that they’re a thing it’s so cute kljfl you know that some ppl get embarrassed when their s/o suddenly does a hoe drop or dresses really hot like with chokers or shit? then there are some ppl who get pissed / jealous / idk at least not embarrassed and shy when their s/o does that? neither of them fall into any of those types. say hyunsuk is suddenly out there with a choker and what do i know a mesh shirt? lika strikes me as someone who’d go yES BITCH THAT HOT DUDE RIGHT THERE IS MY BOYFRIEND SEE HIM and say lika pops of on the dance floor, hyunsuk would be like mY GIRLFRIEND HAS SOME MOVES Y’ALL

whereas lika x suk could be classified as one of the more hard couples on the spectrum, @hyunsukmyass x hyunsuk is the epitome of bubblegum and sugar and (perhaps little) spice (at least that’s what everyone thinks but sshhh) 💖 i feel like in public suk would try hard to have the image of being sim’s edgy boyfriend but little does he know that sim dishes out the truth to all of her friends HDSJKHSKJ like that one time suk admitted his wallet was suffering due to the bouquet of flowers he bought her when sim was feeling low? or the time where he put his pride and sanity aside and took care of her when she was sick even tho it was a given that he’d get infected too? everyone knows and whereas suk is HIGHkey embarrassed to a certain extent, he’d try to find something he can tease sim with!! and then… he finds it... cute shit sim writes abt suk…. or even worse… her fanfics abt celebrity xy and suk has a LOT of fun teasing her with it ksajdkljkl he’d never say anything negative but once in a while he’d go like “so,,, sim,,,, wanna recreate that one scene you wrote in fanfic xy?” or even “hey what do you think if i were a rocker but also super super good at school?” gET READY FOR THE BANTER AND LAUGHTER AND TICKLE FIGHTS THAT FOLLOW SUIT

#i had too much fun i apologize #tag! i'm it #here's to my lovely mewts #i tell you my beautiful moots #your bias would gladly get chased by a horde of lions for you 💖#also thank you anon for being curious saljlk

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lanaarwenlazar · 6 years

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in honor of villain releasing and me starting it later today, here is a special insight into my brain in the form of the notes i made on my phone as i was reading monster last year, completely unedited (so with all my spelling mistakes and freakouts)

there are spoilers for monster, obviously

(keep in mind that i was very emotional about being back in the gone-universe, so don’t judge me lmao)

i ship malik and shade already. can’t habdle them they’re too cute

oh my god shade is basically a true crime fan, thanks i hate it

“WHATEVER MALIK DID IT GENERALLT SOMEHOW WORK” MY LOVE

...it will be interesting to see what people have to say about mg writing his first trans character

transphobic violence already, i think someone will have a problem with this chapter being called “the meet cute”

where

dekka

WHAT THE FUCK SHADE WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOURE INSANE

I WAS RIGHT BY THE WAY THE MOVIE SUCKED AND WAS A BAD IDEA AND I HOPE ASTRID AND SAM ARE SUFFERING AND HAVE NO FRIENDS

nooo dekka sweetie :(((

oh my god a dekka chapter what if we get updates on everyone i’m not ready

dekka is broke no :(((

but she drives a motorcycle i’m so in love

dekka has a cat. marry me

“Of those three hundred thirty-two kids, fifty-one developed one supernatural power or another. Only nineteen of you developed major powers and survived. And of these nineteen, seven have since developed serious psychological disorders” NO MY KIDS IM CRYING

“Lana Lazar spent time in a mental health facility” eeelp

“I know, she’s a friend of mine. She’s fine now.” THEY ARE FRIEND.jzoddbfb

“Others’ like Sam Temple, the supposed hero of the fayz, have had-”

HAVE HAD WHA TOM??!!!?!

“’Supposed hero?’ Screw you. You don’t disrespect Sam Temple where I can here it.” I’m 😭😭😭😭😭😭

sam was in rehab has an alcoholic kill me

and he’s on the wagon sober for sixteen months ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

DEKKA REMEMBERINH BRIANNA KILL ME

Hey, Sam’s sober and Astird got her head screwed on straight so leave them out of this - dekka out there defending her people

MG in the online: edilio is the true hero of the fayz MG in the books: sam is the true hero of the fayz me: so what is the truth?

oh my god that just means edilio is still underappreciated

DEKKA WANTS SAM AND ASTRID TO GO TO COLLEGE WORK AND ONE DAY HAVE A BABY GIRL NAMED DEKKA WHAT THE FUCK SHOOT ME

Me @ me: mg loves edilio. he will be in here. mg loves edilio. he will be in here. mg loves edilio. he will be in here. mg loves edilio. he will be-

Four year old Sean is here to cause trouble

Cruz singing my love ❤️❤️

We’ve literally just met him and Justin DeVeere already sounds like a potential school shooter

also how dare mg give him the same name as justin roger’s little brother

He’s so disgusting yikes

I don’t understand what just happened and what erin and justin are up to but WHY do i feel like they just had sex so they could have a gaia-like baby

is justin turning into the hulk or orc

Justins arm is turning into a sword

Is justin turning into drake...

Or orc/britney? Orc/britney/justin?

If Aristotle Arno Adamo is anything like Ari from Aaddtsotu i already love him

oh he’s not

Armo is the Quinn of Monster pass it on

Will Quinn be mentioned in this book?

“Armo was not part of any clique, because there was one, only one Armo at Malibu High School” oh my god he’s awful i love him

“I want to take Danish. My family is danish” bitch mine too

“You understand that everyone in Denmark speaks english right? Usually better than most Americans?” drag america i love t

god i love him

armo just survived a serious accident and he’s crying because he wreacked his car whaya guy

what are they doing to armo :(((

SHADE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

noo poor cruz

whyy would mg introduce malik tenerife, the biggest sweetheart and shade’s closest friend and make me fall in love with him, and then in the SAME CHAPTER introduce cruz, a new best friend for shade and then just never mention malik again???? i love cruz but i miss malik

where is knightmare

“I REREAD THE ELLISON BOOK” ASTRID WROTE A BOOK

yikes a milady dude and homophobia all in one page!!

WHY IS EVERYONE IN THIS BOOK JUST TRANSFORMING INTO BOOKS

oh shit i just understood why mg says this is part animorphs

Malik’s back my boy

DEKKAS CAT IS NAMED EDITH WINDSOR I JUST----

DEKKA TOOK THE FRAMED PICTURE OF BRIANNA WITH HER OH MY GODDD

“Only now did Dekka see that those last four years had been a dream, unreal, somehow. The FAYZ was real.” dekka bby no :(((

oh my goooood taylor is back bitches i just got chills

SHE GRABBED THE CELEBRITY GOSSIP MAGAZINES OF COURSE SHE DID I LOVE HER

dekka be nice to taylor she’s had a hard life she deserves to know the goss :))

when they’re only talking baout the kids with power... when will edilio come in

aaaand there is drake ugh. “a violent, sadistic psychopath. A rapist. A torturer. A murderer”

EDILIO WAS THERE TOO THERE TOO THE FUCK

DID MG FORGET EDILIO ECISTS

BRIANNA DEKKA SAM ASTRID TAYLOR DRAKE LANA HUNTER ORC HAVE ALL BEN MENTIONED

WHERE IS EDILIO AND LANA

Drake responsible for 18 instances of rape mutilation and murder in the last year y i k e s

Justin has a lobster claw for one hand and a sword for the other o k a y

oh my god shade could kill tr*mp

“There are three types of superheroes, Shade: Hero, Villain and Monster” *looks into the camera like i’m on the office*

CAINE AND PENNY GOT THEIR MENTIONS

NOW GIVE ME EDILIO

Malik is still in love with shade rip me

oh no cruz bby you’re invisible :((

i feel like this series will be more hard sci-fi with aliens and government and powers than gone was, gone was more of a sci-fi/dystopian/lord of the flies/survival-mix

i’m worried about armo :((

me: had never read an animorphs book in my life also me: wow this reminds me so much of animorphs!

HES A POLAR BEAR NOW

THEY’RE LITERALLY SAYING THE WORD MORPHING

should be interesting to see what kind of shit mg will get for this y i k e s

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK IS HAPØENING THE SEAN WAS HE TURNING INTO A CATERPILLAR WITH NO MOUTH WHAT THE FUCK HE IS FOUR YEARS OLD

OH THERES HIS MOUTH WHAT THE FUCK

fuuuuck i knew he would be knightmare

at least knightmare really is the name of a shitty pretentious art student dude

a group of girl scouts just fell to their deaths off the golden gate bridge

WHO ARE THE DARK WATCHERS

i actually think they’re aliens

pls get over brianna dekka

at least mg is realizing that brekka was kind of weird

why is dekka watching danish sex. what does that even mean.

this book is unrealistic bc it’s page number 208 and dekka still hasn’t thought about edilio. who goes that long without thinking about edilio.

oh no dekka is morphing with some animal too

DEKKA HAS MEDUSA HAIR WHAT THE FUCK

the cat died WHAT THE FUCK

“Motorcycle gangs and white supremacists and registered sex offenders, that’s who dominated Perdido Beach today” yikes

Dekka mentioned the word gaiaphage and i had a physical disgusted reaction, but not because of the actual gaiaphage, but bc of that fucking website. god i lvoe that gaiaphage.com is dead.

why has mg created a worldwide perdido beach situation but just given is three books to fix it

“I was Sam’s soldier” NO??? You wrre edilio’s soldier the fuck

EVERY TIME I SEE EDITH MY HEART SKIPS BECAUSE IT STARTS WITH EDI AND I THINK ITS FINALLY GOING TO BE EDILIO

Armo and Dekka is my new brotp

WHO THE FUCK IS JEHOVA

LESS VILLAIN POVS MICHAEL PLEASE

“Hey. You. Should. Um.... Stop. Being. An. Asshole.” SHADE

Combining the villains into one villain. Very schmart michael 👌🏻

PAGE 308 EDILIO MENTION OH MY GOD

Edilio on page 309 kill me cant even quote it

GRAVES STILL THERE

IN RESPECTFUL MEMORY TO BOTH THE WISE AND THE FOOLISH WHO STRUGGLED TO SURVIVE UNSPEAKABLE HORRORS IN THIS PLACE im 😭😭

ALBERT GOT HIS DUES YEAH

BUT HOW IS EDILIO TODAY

WHERE IS DINAA LOSER

GRAVE FOR MARY 😭

GRAVE FOR DUCK 😭

GRAVE FOR HUNTER 😭

GRAVE FOR ORC 😭

Grave for Caine 😐 “Caine Soren. “King of the FAYZ. Blaze of Glory”

FIRST DIANA MENTION AND ITS HOW MUU CAINE LOVED HER IM

BRIANNA HAS A LAST NAME SOS. “Brianna Berenson. “The Breeze”. None More Bold.”

DIANA IS HERE I REPEAT DIANA IS HERE IN THE FLESH AND STILL BEAUTIFUL

DIANA PUTS FLOWERS ON THE GRAVES ONCE A WEEK OH MY HOD YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE SORRY ABOUT I MEAN YOU DID GIVE BIRTH TO GAIA AND EAT PANDA BUT STILL

DIANA HAS A JOB AS A BARISTA HER OWN PLACE IS SEVEN MONTHS SOBER AND HAVENT TRIED TO KILL HERSELF LATELY

WAS HER AND SAM DRINKING BUDDIES

THEY SERVE A SAM TEMPLE CUCKTAIL AND A LANA VODKA

“I GUESS THEIRONY THAT FAYZERS HAVE A TENDENCY TO DRINK TOO MUCH IS LOST ON THEM” TELL THEM DEKKA

“YOU WERE GOOD TO KEEP SAM AND STRID OUT OF IT” NO TELL THEM LOSERS

DOES DIANA LIVE IN PERDIDO BEACH :((((

“THIS IS THE MOST INTIMATE IVE EVER BEEN WITH A DUDE” SAME

When Roger still hasn’t been mentioned and you know he wasn’t really that important so you can’t really complained but you miss him

and how is edilio really dekka hmmm???

Eww this Drake Brittany thing is worse if possible

wait wait wait what hoe did they get there what

if i finish monster and still don’t know how edilio is doing i’ll sue

the villain...breathes fire. he’s a dragon

Shade looks like a the bizzare cross between a flea, a Power Ranger and a teenaged girl w h a t

Vincent Vu: part fish!

noooo not malik :(((

one half of me: where the fck is edilio go talk to him dekka other half of me: edilio deserves a peaceful life thank i for keeping him away from it all

OKAY BUT WOULD EDILIO AND SAM AND EVERYONE SEE DEKKA ON THE FBI MOST WANTED LIST AND HEAR ABOUT EVERYTHING GOING ON AND SAY YIKES NOT OUR PROBLEM??? No tf they would help her!!!!

DEKKA IS WITH SAM DEKKA IS WITH SAM I REPEAT DEKKA IS WITH SAM AND HE IS HER STRONG RIGHT ARM SHOOT ME LET ME DIE

im emo

the end

missing: quinn and roger

#gone series #just a warning this is a really long list of notes siukfdsasdkf #hightlighst include: this book is unrealistic nobody goes this long without thinking about edilio #Shade looks like a bizzare cross between a flea a power ranger and a teenaged girl #and ''why is dekka watching danish sex. what does that even mean''#i recommend this for gone-fans who doesn't want to read monster but wants to know what it's all about #and for people who have read monster and need a dumb refreshed before villain

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name: bryce atlas winslow age: thirty seven sexuality: homosexual pronouns: he / him occupation: bouncer , veteran of irish naval service gang: cobras sign: aquarius pinterest: board spotify: playlist coming soon

so guess who couldn’t resist bringing in a cobra ? yeah that’s right it me snottie lottie back at it again lol byrce is a old ass muse of mine like five years or some shit but he’s recently had a fc update ( i’m obsessed with jon ) so i’m excited to start writing him again !! pls come plot with us he’s hard on the outside but he’s honestly such a soft goofy puppy on the inside he wants love but doesn’t think he deserves it u feel me ?

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ jon bernthal + cismale + he/him — have you met bryce atlas winslow? they are a thirty seven year old known around town as the noble beast. they currently work for the the cobras as a bouncer. they are a homosexual aquarius, which means they are open minded + inviting, as well as detached + guarded. a map of scars, a warm bubble bath with dried flowers, drinking whiskey on the porch listening to crickets chirp at 2 am.

PERSONALITY

good day: original , open-minded , fair , logical , inviting , selfless , goofy , resilient bad day: guarded , detached , self destructive , out of touch , irrational , desperate , headstrong , aggressive , set in his ways favorite things: teaching , team sports , anything with a cause or mission , independent films least favorite things: ( his idea of ) injustice , drama queens/kings , feeling isolated , owing money or favors , having to choose just one thing secret wish: to experience total freedom how to spot him: cute smile , quirky movements , darting eyes , long legs where you’ll find him: backpacking , picketing a company , coaching a little league team , revolutionizing the industry keywords: friendliness , eccentricity , teamwork , groups

innovative and avant-garde , from experimental electronic music to community oriented living , there’s nothing that he won’t explore. as the type that rules groups and teams , bringing people together around an important cause or political agenda is his specialty.

bryce is cutting edge , “out there” and even a little strange at times. no topic is too cutting edge for him: extraterrestrials , stem cells , cloning , robots taking over the earth… yup , he will go there.

while he can be rebellious and detached from reality ( c’mon back to earth ! ) , it helps him see possibilities most wouldn’t otherwise. he is community oriented , original , open-minded , fair , logical , connecting , and inviting.

the negative expression of his energy can be guarded , detached , destructive , out of touch , irrational , and desperate. he can be reluctant to express emotions — he prefers rational reasoning and cool-headed logic to the messy tapestry of the human feelings.

he is “fringe” and mainstream all at once , a fascinating paradox. he is a visionary , dreaming up quirky utopias and alternative realities that can shake up the status quo.

ruled by his emotional detachment , unpredictable energy and rebellion. he can be “ type a ” and totally quirky all at the same time.

friendship and teamwork are important to him , so he tends to be more focused on a group than an individual or even himself. freedom is important to him as well , which is why he likes to keep things light on an interpersonal level. that way , he won’t feel bad about running off to the opposite corner of the world at a moment’s notice.

at times , his nomadic strategy backfires , leaving him lonely and disconnected. he is uncomfortable with too much intimacy most of the time.

this free spirit belongs to the world , and feel off-balance giving his considerable energy to just one person. while his friends get first-class treatment , families and lovers see a different side of him: moody , brooding , anxious and neurotic.

or he may pick one ( and only one ) person to open up to , getting attached to the point of obsession. learning to accept and express his emotions can help him avoid the massive freakouts and anger flashes that come from pretending everything’s cool when it isn’t.

he appreciates a quirky or eccentric twist and has some colorful characters and counter-cultural personalities as friends.

BIOGRAPHY

bryce atlas winslow was born january 31st in dublin , the republic of ireland , into a very straight lace , play by the rules kind of family. his father , ardal winslow , was an irish army man and his mother , brona winslow , was a homemaker.

ardal was every bit the ‘ man of the family ’ , bryce grew up only answering to his father. brona would only every answer a question with ‘ask yer da ’ or ‘ dija’ ask yer da ? ’ she was a spineless woman , afraid of her own shadow and that’s what made her such a great little puppet for ardal.

his father was a stern man , an angry drunk , and no one put a single toe out of line with him around. with bryce being the first born and only son , he was expected to be perfect which from a very young age he felt the pressures of.

it was like walking on eggshells , everyone always afraid of making a mistake or displeasing ardal. he did not have the fun , happy-go-lucky innocence a child should expect of his early years , instead there was nothing but discipline , hard work, and punishment.

for the most part , bryce succeeded at being the perfect son his father expected him to be -- a robot more than an actual living boy , simply a machine , a machine being bred for war quite literally.

it wasn’t until about the beginning of secondary school when puberty and hormones began blossoming that things became precarious. voice cracks , uneven patches of hair…. oh , and a sudden sexual desire for the same sex ?

( tw: suicide ment ) now , the winslows were catholics -- devout catholics -- you see and bryce became very self-loathing and afraid in this confusing time. he contemplated suicide , because ‘ homosexuality is wrong and you went straight to hell for it ‘.

it didn’t matter how good of a son you were , because ‘ man shall not lie with man ‘. he kept it hidden for years , he also managed not to act on it until well into his last year of secondary school.

despite bryce’s fears and shame , when he was sixteen he fell in love for the first time. first loves can be explosive , dangerous even and this one was nothing short of just that.

bryce kept his forbidden love a secret from everyone , his family and father above all others. all good things must come to an end though , and for the boys it came sooner rather than later.

ardal happened upon a note from the boy bryce was seeing ( wc ) and in this note was all sorts of information -- including a meeting spot. as you can imagine , ardal flew from the house in a drunken rage in search of his sinner son only to catch him red handed.

( tw: assault , possible death ment ) bryce saved his lover from his father’s wrath , taking the brunt of the attack. his boyfriend watched as bryce was beaten , begging and screaming for ardal to stop , that he was killing him.

the drunken bigot was turning on the younger boy when bryce told him to leave and never come back , so that is what he did. he has never laid eyes on his first love since , and that’s probably for the best.

after his father had tired himself out , satisfied his rage , he left his son there in the dirt and bryce didn’t bother moving. will to live depleted , too tired to go on , pain too much to endure -- he just slept there until the next morning when he was awoken with a kick of dirt in the face. He was being sent to a ‘’ special ’’ facility where they would get rid of his ‘’ ailments ’’.

time melded in the facility , but it’s estimated nearly a year of his life was wasted away in there. he was resistant and defiant for most of his time there , it wasn’t until his father visited him for the one and only time that things changed.

( tw: suicide ment ) his father brought news that his mother had killed herself. this was a lie , but a last ditch effort to force bryce to change his ways and boy , did it work.

hardly a month later , bryce was discharged from the facility only to find his mother was indeed very much alive and that his entire family had moved to england.

his father gave him nonsense about wanting to get away from the bad memories , start over new , and lead him not into temptation by sending him back to school with ‘sinners’.

so , bryce finished out the remainder of his schooling in england and went straight into the royal air force ( at least he got to choose what branch he went into rip ) as per his father’s wishes.

sadly for him , he would never become what he so longed to be. he had just finished boot camp and life had just started to seem somewhat normal -- if you can call anything the winslow’s had normal -- when he lost it all.

the irishman witnessed something he wasn’t meant to and as a warning to keep his mouth shut , the russian mafia took his vision in his right eye.

this ultimately ruined his life , because without 20 / 20 vision joining the royal air force was no longer an option. bryce woke up alone in the hospital , his only visitor being his younger sister ( wc ).

his life came crashing down around him. ardal would no longer have anything to do with him after finding out what happened , that he couldn’t be a pilot.

it was like he was a ghost or invisible to his father. he was everything he never wanted , and every time bryce looked in a mirror that was all he could see.

the black sheep , a burden , a mistake , a sinner , useless -- all things his father didn’t have to say for him to feel. he stayed near his family for a while , unsure of what to do or where to go for a long while.

luckily , bryce’s mother was able to get him a job at a nearby hospital and that’s where he met the tiny ginger who quickly became his whole world ( wc ).

their relationship was a rocky one to say the least , bryce being young and foolish thought the ‘ if you like someone , be mean to them ’ rule still applied when in reality it never should have been.

not to mention , he finally had people to lord over and feel like he finally had control of a situation which gave him a big head -- the patient was most definitely a victim of all this.

while he was quite the asshole , he grew to care more and more for the boy and watched him closer than most. one day , the boy finally got to leave the hospital and bryce had no qualms about leaving england after that.

his father no longer wanted him around and the irishman no longer felt like fighting to stay , so his roommate at the time was moving back home to america and bryce decided he would go with them ( another wc lol ).

the two separated eventually , bryce finding his way to valdez where he easily fit in with the cobras seeing as he had a grudge he wanted to make good on with another gang. so , he used the gang as a means to take that revenge and yet regrets his decision , seeing as he is now stuck with them.

now , he lives with his roommate , who he keeps a secret from the gang to this day bc they’re a savage ( wc ). he was ordered to go in , take apart the sex trafficking business that was stealing the cobra clientele and that required him killing a whole room of sex slaves and goons.

when he came upon his current roomie though , all drugged up , no life in his eyes , being taken advantage of -- instead of killing them he saved them instead.

since that day , he’s felt an obligation to protect the other and very much sees them as a younger sibling even though they ended up in the savages and not the cobras ( mostly due to the cobras expecting him to be dead ).

other than that , the man busies himself with drying and preserving flowers or his pet ferret outside of being a bouncer now. he parades around like this big , mean , tough hard ass when in reality he’s quite the domestic type.

he much prefers the bouncer life to having to kill people , but he’s sorta been bred for it so it’s not uncommon for someone to recruit him to do more than just bounce a few assholes from the club. he’s a jack of all trade and master of none , but he will get the job done if he has one to do.

ETC.

has a ferret named big wig that he loves v much

preserves flowers in his spare time , he keeps a book full of pressed flowers and plant life at all times in the chance he need to preserve something but he keeps it on the down low

plays guitar and sings

is legally blind in one eye , but doesn’t wear glasses

lives with his secret roommate ( wc ) , but does not have any other real friends nor family in america ( that he’s aware of ) but i do have wcs for some so hmu or check out the wc page when i submit them

has a sister ( wc ) that he keeps in contact with , but his mother is not allowed to speak to him anymore

his guilty pleasure is to take baths , he enjoys adding bath salts , flowers , and other rather ‘ feminine ‘ products to them. takes one almost once a day ngl it’s one of his favorite ways to relax

he’s irish , has a thick accent and uses uncommon terminology quite a bit

#valdez.intro #if you actually read this #i owe you my soul

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dialux · 7 years

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So about that crack version of If You Try To Break Me. . . Got any snippets you'd care to share?

So, like, three hundred years later here’s the answer, nonny! I’m so sorry it took so long!

[Tywin finds out that Sansa’s captured Jaime. It doesn’t go well.]

Tywin was in the Red Keep when the news came.

In the Tower of the Hand, with paperwork coming near to his chin and no sign of stopping.

War had many effects: between all the blood and death and terror, there was also paperwork for all of it. Taxes had to be rehauled, along with census estimates. Grain had to be redistributed from prosperous areas to the war-ravaged lands. Little wonder that Jon Arryn had died of it in the end; this amount of work was for younger men, not someone who could have been Tywin’s father.

Tywin was exhausted of it himself, and he’d only been the Hand for all of a moon’s turn.

It matters not. He sighed and dragged a parchment towards him, emblazoned with the flowery insignia of the Reach. Another week, and the Northerners will fall. Another month, and the War of Four Kings shall have one king left. Another year, and the world shall forget that there was never a Lannister on the throne.

They just had to maintain their power for that long.

Between then and now, however, there was a mountain of paperwork to finish, starting with Lord Tyrell’s request for higher tariffs on the grain sent to Dorne.

He’d just reached for parchment to pen a letter to Mace Tyrell- a scathing one, deserving of a lord who hadn’t the pride to avoid asking for charity- when a page burst into the room.

“M’lord,” he said, tremulously. “M’lord, your- Lord Tyrion sent for you.” He bowed his head, dark strands of hair falling over his eyes. “He said it was urgent.”

Urgent? Tywin felt irritation, and then a faint sort of relief when he glanced over at the pile behind him. Tyrion knew better than to ask for Tywin’s attention if it was unnecessary; and even then, had it not been truly sensitive, he’d have come to Tywin himself.

If it weren’t sensitive, Tywin would throttle his son himself. The frustration he was feeling surely deserved some sort of an outlet.

…

He entered his private chambers slowly.

It was looking more and more likely that he’d have two children left by the end of the day. Tyrion had never lacked for courage, Tywin would give him that; but he’d never had the foolishness to order Tywin to meet him in his own private chambers either. There was little that could excuse this utter travesty of-

“Father,” said Tyrion, bowing from the middle of Tywin’s fucking bedchamber. He flicked his hand, dismissing the page, and nodded to the door. “You’ll want to close that.”

“Will I?”

“If this is true-” he waved a letter, mismatched eyes glaring up at him, “-you’re not going to want everyone to know.”

“There are very few things I want everyone to know,” Tywin replied, as even as he could make the words.

Tyrion twisted his lips. “It certainly sheds light on the situation,” he said. “The Starks were aiming to come south as quickly as possible and then they stopped, didn’t they? They moved their forces up to the Riverlands, is what half our scouts are saying. Which didn’t make sense, not until- this.”

Again with the letter-waving.

Did Jaime- Tywin realized, abruptly, what the letter must contain. He must have succeeded.

Though why Tyrion still looked so grim…

Tywin lifted one eyebrow. “The war is won, then. Your nephew shall sit the Iron Throne, and there shall be none to stand against him.”

The only question now was whether to kill Robb Stark, or to graciously forgive him. Or, Tywin thought, mulling it over, graciously forgive him and then kill him- preferably quietly, with poison.

Rumor could be as great a tool as a sword- greater, in the right hands, and Tywin was a master. The Stark girls would come south with Jaime and the half-dozen Westerland heirs with him; Robb Stark would die within a moon’s turn of the North’s surrender; Joffrey would take the throne, and the Lannisters would reach ever-higher heights. The only songs sung of them would be of their greatness.

“The war,” said Tyrion contemplatively, stopping Tywin’s thoughts cold with the smugness in them, the smugness he’d never been able to hide when he knew something others didn’t. “I never thought you’d be this foolish, but- tell me, did you truly send Jaime off with the Boltons?”

Tywin stared at him, and then turned around and shut the door. No one should have known that. The only letter Jaime should have sent once his triumph was finished was a single line. “Who told you that?” he demanded.

“This letter did.” Tyrion waved the damn thing again. “This letter, addressed from Riverrun.”

Riverrun. Jaime would have sent a raven as soon as he’d done what he needed to do, which should have meant a raven from Last Hearth. Not Riverrun, the base of almost the entirety of the Starks’ rebellion.

“What does it say?” he asked hoarsely.

There were a hundred scenarios running in his mind. If Roose Bolton betrayed his son, Tywin would raze the Dreadfort to the ground if he has to light the match himself. If Ramsay Snow messed up what ought to have been the simplest covert operation in the history of Westeros, then Tywin would flay the stupid man until he was more blood than skin. If-

“Jaime was captured,” Tyrion said.

“By who?”

“The Starks.” He smiled, nastily amused. “I forget their names, quite honestly. What was it that Cersei called them? The wolf-bitch and the fainting flower?” He snorted. “The two of them apparently had advance warning, closed the castle gates, and led a mounted army of- well, the letter’s not clear but they are calling it the Battle of the Valkyries, so I’m assuming there are some Valkyries involved.”

“The girls?” Tywin asked, aghast. “Not even the second son- he got captured by two girls?”

He gripped the table, as much for support as for the sharp pain of splinters.

Tyrion’s face tightened, and he tossed the letter to Tywin. “How many men did you send with him?”

“A hundred,” he answered absently, skimming through it. Tywin could feel the blood roaring in his ears when he saw the statistics.

“Only thirty survived,” said Tyrion.

Tywin didn’t have names, but there were at least seven heirs who’d gone with Jaime. It had been Tywin who’d approached them with the plan, with war-time brides and stolen ladies; it had been Tywin who’d promised their fathers of the safety of the mission; it had been Tywin who’d sworn that there would be nobleborn girls that could become proper wives for their sons.

The lords had jumped for it, yes. There was a lack of women in the Westerlands, by a complete stroke of fate; if the nobility weren’t careful, they’d have to look at hedge knights and crofter’s daughters for any children. This had seemed like the answer to their prayers.

And now he wasn’t entirely certain the seven fools had survived, let alone succeeded.

“Are there any demands?” he asked, before skipping to the end of the letter and reading it for himself.

It was horrifying.

My demands are simple, wrote Robb Stark, as if anything between two kings could be simple. I only wish for it to be known that Joffrey Lannister- here, Tywin hissed in rage; how dare the idiot boy call his grandson by a name that he did not have a right to!- is undeserving of his crown, and for peace through the realm. Fly white banners from the Red Keep’s walls, and there shall be no more battle.

“I will strip the skin from Robb Stark’s skull,” Tywin said coldly, before reaching out and throwing the letter into the fire behind Tyrion.

He ran his tongue along his lips and imagined his son, who was thrown behind enemy lines, safely ensconced as far from Tywin as was geographically possible in the North. There had been only one time before this in which Tywin had all but tasted the blood in the air- when he’d imagined himself a lion in all but skin- when House Reyne had risen up and he’d read of Ellyn’s defiance. And now, now he could taste the copper and the sting, and he knew it was but a matter of time before the end.

Whose end? He wondered, watching flame consume the black ink and parchment, until all that remained was the scarlet wax-seal, of a direwolf mocking him with its longevity. It matters not, he decided then, and straightened firmly. I shall battle them, and if I am to die I shall die- but I shall take as many as I can with me.

“We’ve lost this war,” Tyrion said flatly. “It would be best to heed his demands.”

“We’ve lost this war,” Tywin agreed, before smiling, sharp and smooth as a lion’s mane. “But we have our pride. If the Starks wish to capture the Lannisters, they shall have to pay for every step in blood. We are lions. And when challenged- we do not surrender.”

Tyrion- he paled, at what he saw in Tywin’s face. Yes, he’d know; Tyrion had always been interested in the lion cages beneath Casterly Rock. He’d read the books in the library as well. He’d know what Tywin meant, who Tywin was quoting.

Loreon Lannister had been a lion in all but form. There was little known of him; he’d lived so long ago, and there were so many contradictory stories- but one thing they all agreed upon was that of his words, shouted upon every battlefield that he’d ever swung a sworn on.

A lion does not surrender, he’d said. A lion wins, or dies.

Tywin was many things, but he was a Lannister first, and being a Lannister meant being a lion.

He had no intention of surrendering.

#Anonymous #my writing #if you try to break me#i think i have another snippet of the nedxrhaella ship that jon accidentally falls into as well so look out for that piece of hilarity#also really honestly look up male:female ratios of the post-robert's rebellion generation PLS#it's horrifically skewed #so MANY boys and like five girls#so yes the westerlands need women and they're stealing them from the north which solves two problems with one stone#it's a good plan on tywin's part#had sansa not been so ballsy... it might have worked

#my writing #got fic #asoiaf fic #tywin lannister #tyrion lannister #if you try to break me #i think i have another snippet of the nedxrhaella ship that jon accidentally falls into as well so look out for that piece of hilarity #also really honestly look up male to female ratios of the post-robert's rebellion generation PLS #it's horrifically skewed #so MANY boys and like five girls #so yes #the westerlands need women and they're stealing them from the north which solves two problems with one stone #it's a good plan on tywin's part tbh #had sansa not been so ballsy... it might have worked

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blondtan · 8 years

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biker!got7

PART TWO (a.u)

SEE PART ONE HERE

or’: in which dumb7 like to think they’re the new local gang and should be considered badass just because they got a bunch of bikes off ebay that were on sale and now they pretend to take beatdown requests. tip: don’t trust maknae line to be on their own.

warnings: mentions of bars/paid violence/gangs, vulgar language, lots of crack actually

○ | see more of my aus here | ○

youngjae:

• signature items: dentist voucher card 2 at the price of 1 for teeth whitening + smiley face fake earring

• cutest biker you’ll ever meet w a smile so pure that u start to feel bad for that time you forgot to give a pencil back in 3rd grade that is the youngjae effect© • he lets little kids around the neighborhood put cute stickers and flowers on his motorcycle and it’s the cutest thing he gets so happy when he sees a new lilly on the handle he actually has a flower chain all over the front and everyone envies him • and no the background sound you just heard wasn’t jackson screaming that little kids won’t come near him as they cling onto yj’s leg nope (that cursed honda...,,) • everyone loves him like this is certified u exist u love youngjae these are the rules but grannies are especially in love w him • once said a bad word and the whole group panicked and put youngjae into quarantine bc they thought they were losing him to ~the plague~ • he goes to buy them bread every morning and delivers them w his bike and then in the afternoon they race each other yj with his motorcycle and the grannies w their scooters except poor so rin whose husband always goes to afternoon ‘strolls’ w it so he takes her on the back of his bike and ends up losing bc of that like 99% of the time • sunday night it’s break from fight night bc he goes to play bingo with them and takes the rest of got7 and they are the most excited whenever someone yells bingo even tho it’s not their boy (tip: youngjae has no idea about bingo to this day) • met the grannies at the dentist as he was getting his teeth whitened and they bonded over weird mumblings and random swallows and trying to communicate while having multiple people’s hands in their mouths at the same time and he just can’t let them go • now he may look innocent & pure but listen up ok,,,,listen here,,,,,,,,,,he rly is • except maybe that one time when he bumped into a stranger and didn’t apologize and jesus fucking christ it haunted him for weeks like he would decline when offered lucky charms bc he failed his #code and g o d so he’s not worthy of receiving happiness • he’s supposed to be the one who beats people up but he’s the poodle and the only infernal thing is other gangs’ desire to protect this flower man • wears fluffy socks bc he gets cold feet easily • every time a member is sad said member wakes up with a stuffed bear wearing a leather jacket next to him in bed but “no one” knows who puts them there cause stuffy’s mama didn’t raise a snitch

bambam:

• signature items: puppy photos to appease the gods + shea butter hand cream

• the whole city knows him like they hear the word ‘bam’ and this guy pops into their heads 5 mins later the streets are deserted • cue in confused baby bam coming up the street on his bike like ‘:( where is everyone i wanted to show them my new pastel pink mickey mouse socks i bet jihyo would’ve liked them’ so he just takes polaroids of them and puts them in everyone’s mailbox as tokens of his affection • has sometimes troubles with parking his motorcycle bc he can’t rlly hold it perfectly always to park it and yugyeom just jumps out of the bushes like ‘here i come to halp worry not my small noodle man’ • the first one to reject jaebum’s “infernal poodles” idea • ”hyung do you want us to be the laughingstock of the neighborhood we can’t name ourselves infernal poodles that’s so 3rd grade let’s go for malevolent west highland white terriers” - triggered bam 2k17 while holding his pinky up bc he has #class “don’t encourage him u nuthead”

• you’d think he would stop dabbing at some point but nope he’s a professional dabber born&raised™ nearly crashed his yamaha into jackson once while dabbing and the poor guy has never been the same • like really he would literally get his collection of gold holy crosses out and start spewing latin exorcism chants whenever dumb bam raised his hands • once dabbed in a rly shabby bar bc the beat was lit and punched this shawn michaels wannabe in the face and started a bloody (literally) fight which ended up w/ yug dragging everyone to the hospital bc he was the only one who hadn’t fought (bless his tiny bladder) • PAW patrol enthusiast made everyone dress up as the characters during halloween (he nearly passed out after channeling his inner tarzan to fight mark bc i aM GONNA BE SKYE U PIECE OF PUP POOP-) then forced them to sing the op whilst searching for roaming ghosts bc he also wanted to be ray from ghostbusters (but like ~cooler~ and on a bike) • sneak master from bangkok hides in the shadows to take aesthetic pics of these rly hipster looking guys (like, living in the sewerage bc we don’t believe in homes hipster) smoking bc he may be soft and squishy but his insta theme is #edgyweedaddictbiker even tho he freaks out whenever someone says ‘mary’ • wanted to decorate his bike w/ some rly cute & rly glittery & not badass at all baby animals stickers but jaebum caught him and confiscated them and now bambam goes all (๑´╹‸╹`๑) whenever they’re alone in a room

• (”but hyung, they fit our aesthetic!!!”

“how in the heavens do a bunch of black kittens represent us”

“...they mean bad luck??”) =>> jaeshook needed like 10 mins and an ear pull from jinyoung to compose himself • has noticed that jb lets youngjae have stickers on his motorcycle bc ‘the kids put it there’ so he tries that too but jaebum is like ‘oh yea and please tell me where do this kids find yellow glittery stickers with baby camels on them’ ‘it’s mustard goddammit hyung’)

• he’s the sacrificial lamb whenever the guys wanna get in a fight like rly they might lowkey want him to get beaten so that he’ll become T O U G H • and all he can do is stand in front of these big&buffed up men like ‘pls don’t hurt the child i can do the cooks they call me bambam bc my maple syrup pancakes are yumyum’ • insert housewife!bambam making muscly man breakfast for those big ass guys resulting in them being all friends!!amigos!!comrades!!! who are in love with bambam • bambam receiving black roses (bc red roses are for pussies) every 2 weeks from the dudes in return!!!! (also guess what’s the sole reason why nobody messes with his gang) • always pretends that he hadn’t noticed that his instagram captions are my chemical romance lyrics added by jaebum,,, but,, he knows,, • and now he might have welcome to the black parade saved to his phone but what jb doesn’t know won’t hurt him

yugyeom:

• signature items: fur turtlenecks + XL skinny jeans ( the xl stands for extra leggy) • wears heavy clothes so he thinks they make him look shorter (but rly they just turn him into this cheap & memey version of slenderman bc he just can’t get the tentacle part right) • the neighborhood kids start crying whenever they see him on his bike and yj has to spend like 5 hours trying to calm them down and then 5 more to console • but rly he’s just an overgrown puppy in need of love and when he doesn’t receive enough he just wraps his arms and legs around someone like ‘hi it me the friendly octopus may our love prevail and may you never escape our - not gay at all what are you talking about we’re bros, bro - embrace~’ • he would write these super poetic poems about love & adoration and all that mushy mushy fluffy shit and then read them to the others (insert: distressed members trying to keep at least their sexuality straight bc they sure as hell can’t do that with their bikes) but then he adds ‘bro’ at the end and the magic dissipates and everyone is reminded that they keep him around just bc he looks rly ominous in the dark + he’s tall so he keeps other gangs away • goes home complaining to his hyungs about him just lightly pushing a bad guy to set him off and then said guy punched him in the face and he feels extremely wronged • ‘yeah i started it but he didn’t have to hit me so hard’ • usually complains at the dinner table and uses the kitchen utensils in his hand gestures and knocks some plates down and that is where he really catches those hands from mark and jinyoung • the members sometimes call him daddy long legs so at night he pretends he’s the babadook and hides in their closets just to mess with them bc he can • and after he startles them he’s like ‘why did you -hyung stop screaming it’s just me- why did you think it was ok to put the cereal on the bottom shelf you know i never notice things that are below my arms’ ((lmao he never gets an answer bc jackson always faints)) • at first he didn’t want to join the gang because that meant buying a motorcycle and he couldn’t do that bc when he was 13 his parents bought him this rly snazzy™ bike for his bday - a few months later and he couldn’t use it anymore bc he’s grown out of it and he’s been scarred ever since so now he thinks that bikes make him grow taller & he fears that one day he might crush his smol friends while stepping on them • ok but like grannies love him tho bc he’s lean, strong & can carry things =>> he’s like perfect grandson material and when he’s not around they can’t stop gushing about him and yj is on the verge of crying every time bc this is so beautiful this is what he lives for and he sometimes records them and plays the recording when he’s sad and can’t sleep • has troubles with talking back to his hyungs and sometimes gets smacked without deserving it bc jb think’s he’s being sarcastic but that’s just his voice give the boy a break • during the winters he wears this weird ass fur coat that jb got him from the same dealer and he puts it on w a serious expression before the fights and acts like he’s jon snow and sometimes does it during jy’s negociations too but always gets the references wrong and told the barman during closing time that he shall not pass ((someone save him.mp3))

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