#talker/ noelle

[fruitcoops]

just had a tornado blow through...(we're okay, it's kinda normal here). but could we get another blackout/big storm fic? (if you're up for it?)

Glad you're alright! We've got a big storm here tonight as well <3 Have some Lions working through life to distract. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW mild/ medium relationship issues, Sirius' bad habits, and previous people not being very nice to Leo

There was something in the water. Remus was sure of it.

“Put—stop it! Put it down!”

Maybe carbon monoxide was leaking into the rink. Plus all of their houses and apartments.

“I told you, it’s not about the rutabaga.”

Or, fuck it, Mercury was in the microwave again. In the Gatorade? Something like that. He wondered if Marlene would know.

Arthur knocked on the doorframe and the mass of grumbling died down; the air still tasted like sour sweat and irritation and Remus wrinkled his nose at the mats. After a cursory look around the room, Arthur raised a brow and gestured with his clipboard. “Y’know, I’ve got a lot of notes—a lot of notes—but none of you look like you can handle them right now, so we’re doing the short version. Cap, come see me. Lupin, Moody’s waiting for you, don’t give me that face. Olli, figure your shit out. Kuns…Kuns.” He shook his head. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Tremzy, stop being mean, and Harz, stop being stupid. Bliz, Layla gets the honor of having you this afternoon. Do your cooldowns without biting each others’ heads off, please, and then go home and sleep this off. Goodnight.”

“Night, Coach,” came the mumbled chorus.

Remus chewed the inside of his lip while he stripped his shin pads off. Sirius was already halfway out the door, still in his under armor—the rush of endorphins that usually accompanied the sight of his gorgeous fiancé was notably absent. He closed his eyes and took a breath. Recenter. It was a rough day, rough week, rough whatever. It would be best to just let it go now.

A hand clapped his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Jesus!”

“Woah, hey, easy.” Talker held both hands low, palms down between their stalls. “Just saying hi.”

“What—” Breathe. Recenter. Remus blinked a few times to clear his head. “Fuck, no, you’re good. Sorry. Hi. Sorry.”

Talker’s gaze turned dark with worry. “You okay?”

“Just…in my head.” It was a shit answer, but his vague wave seemed to get the point across. Talker nodded slowly. His hands remained on his own side. “You?”

“Been better, been worse.” He tipped his head back and forth, making his small earring swing. A gift from Noelle, if Remus remembered correctly. He watched it catch the fluorescent light for a few seconds before Talker spoke again. “Weird energy in here.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” Remus turned back to his pads with a humorless laugh. “No kidding. We should crack a window or something.”

Talker hummed, tucking his hands beneath himself. One knee bounced incessantly and Remus tried not to let it bother him. “Reminds me of the you-know-whats.”

Remus’ hands itched to knock on wood. “Yep.”

“But we’re not there. Yet,” Talker added after a pause.

“Nope.”

“Cap’s being…interesting.”

“Tell me about it,” Remus muttered.

Something like relief rippled over Talker’s expression. “So it’s not us.”

“When is it ever?” Remus offered a wry smile. “He gets like this. You know that. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

Talker’s shoulder relaxed against his own, warm and solid. “Yeah, I guess.”

“It’s really not you, man.”

“I know.”

“T.” Remus waited until he looked over, and ducked his head slightly. “It’s not you.”

The kicked-puppy look in Talker’s eye made his chest hurt. Remus knew he had a tendency to put it all on himself—to think he was solely responsible for maintaining the team’s happiness. They were friends for a reason, after all. A missed pass wasn’t the end of the world, but…god, in the NHL? It sure felt like it.

Leo blew past them, not quite stomping, but certainly not pleased. Remus followed his path and found Logan staring at the floor with the same mournful gaze that plagued half the room. His stomach twisted. For a group of guys with everything in the world, they were a bunch of fucking messes, sometimes.

He patted Talker once on the shoulder before standing; he didn’t bother with shoes. It was a quick enough trip to get by in his socks. Moody’s office door was already open when he arrived, and he had barely raised his hand to knock on the frame when a grunt invited him inside.

The door closed with a faint noise. Silence thickened the air, save for the scribble of Moody’s pen. “Coach said you wanted to see me?” Remus prompted awkwardly. He didn’t like this stiffness. They had never been like that before.

Moody clicked his pen shut and leaned back in his chair with a long sigh, rocking back and forth. “Layla says you’re favoring your bad side.”

Tattletale. Remus bit the instinctive thought back. That wasn’t fair. “Probably.” Moody raised an unamused brow at him. “Yeah,” he admitted, scuffing his foot on the floor. “Yeah, I think so, too.”

“Why?”

“ ‘Cause.”

“The league doesn’t like it when I’m not nice to you boys.” Moody fixed him in place with a look. “But you’re not a snitch, so cough it up, you little shit.”

A scowl tried to claw its way onto Remus’ face, but he kept himself steady. Moody had done too much for him and saved him from too many bad places to be iced out. He kicked at a dust bunny. “Nine years.”

“Since…?”

“Since.”

“Ah.”

He sniffed, dry-eyed and nauseated. “Next Monday. Nine years. I still remember the day and time it happened.”

“We’re not playing Vegas next week.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Moody went quiet, and stayed that way for a long time. His chair creaked as he rocked in slow, maddening patterns. He’d have his leg off, tucked beneath his desk; he rarely left it on when he didn’t need to. Something about sweat. Itching. The works, he’d grumble if Remus asked. The ‘World’s Best Grandpa’ mug—a gag gift from last year’s Secret Santa—sat undisturbed on his desk, filled to bursting. Pens, pencils, a spoon, a screwdriver, an inexplicable parrot feather, all interspersed with his steadily-growing collection of flags.

Remus remembered the day the first one had appeared. A simple rainbow with a wooden stick, no bigger than a postcard. Moody hadn’t said a thing, but he knew it was for him. It wasn’t the only one anymore. The sight of it still made his throat tight.

“Come see me if you need to,” Moody said at last. He tapped his pen on his stack of papers, then nodded. “For the record, I’m not worried. Out of my office.”

“Have a good night, Moody.” Thunder rolled overhead as he turned to the door. “Get home safe, okay?”

He got another grunt in the affirmative and turned the doorknob, hoping the squeaky top hinge would muffle his sigh. The door swung open, Remus walked face-first into Sirius’ chest, and everything went black as night.

--

“I don’t know why you’re angry.”

“I’m not angry.”

“Don’t pull that bullshit.”

“My feelings aren’t bullshit.”

“Mon dieu—”

“I’m serious, I’m not angry.” Leo shut the drawer a little harder than necessary. The salt shaker rattled on the counter.

“Then what are you?” Logan demanded, keeping his voice low.

“I’m—” He pressed his lips together and tilted his face up to the ceiling. Upset. Hurt. Stressed. Frustrated. Angry. “I don’t know.”

“I already apologized for the rhubarb—”

“Rutabaga.”

“Jesus, Leo.” Logan’s tone was sharp; he flinched. Okay, maybe he deserved that one. He heard Logan’s unsteady exhale and felt a gentle touch on his arm. “I’m sorry. I should have listened better, or texted you when I wasn’t sure.”

And there it was again, that burning flare of annoyance. Leo shrugged him off and turned to the coffee maker. Someone had left their disposable cup in the machine the last time it was used. The sight made him want to take the entire thing and slam it on the floor.

“Leo?”

“I don’t want you to text me when you aren’t sure.” His voice came out shaky and he silently cursed himself. At least his hands didn’t tremble while he swapped the cups. “I—Logan, I shouldn’t have to be your food dictionary.”

“Hey.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek at the genuine hurt in Logan’s voice and dug through the mug cupboard. “Look, it’s fine, just…look it up if you’re not sure. It’s not like I hide my cookbooks.”

Or, better yet, be a capable adult. Logan’s sneakers shuffled on the linoleum. Where was his goddamn mug? “D’accord,” he finally said. “Yeah, I’ll—I can do that.”

Was it bad that Leo wanted him to push harder? Maybe he was just jonesing for a fight, but Logan’s instant buckling made him feel even worse. They had been waspish with each other earlier, enough that Finn outright refused to be in the same room until they figured themselves out—perhaps Logan had worn out his ability to argue for the day.

Leo snorted humorlessly. That would be a first.

Pastel yellow caught his peripheral vision. He clenched his hands on the edge of the countertop and took a deep, fortifying breath. Throwing a mug at a wall would get him fired. Throwing things at Logan would never be something he did, in this life or the next, no matter how angry he may or may not be.

Leo plucked the Me-Wow! mug from it’s place—dirty—in the sink—also dirty—by its tail-shaped handle and dropped it in the trash, then walked out of the kitchen, leaving Logan and his coffee behind. Thunder rumbled overhead and guilt bubbled up. He shouldn’t leave like that, not when the storm was only going to get worse. Logan didn’t do well alone and upset. He had almost certainly left his headphones at home, too. Leo was never the one to leave but he just couldn’t take it—

He made it ten feet down the hall before the lights went out and silence doused the building.

Fuck.

--

James was not live, laugh, loving in these conditions. First of all, his best friend/ best man/ adopted brother was imploding with self-loathing for approximately the seventh time this week. Second, his wife’s best friend/ best man/ adopted brother was a nervous wreck despite his best attempts to keep himself together. And third, two of the rookies had worked themselves into a tiff that made Finn look like that.

Finn watched Logan leave after Leo in utter misery. Poor kid belonged in an ASPCA commercial.

In truth, James didn’t know what went wrong, exactly. Sirius had these cycles—he’d ride high and be so firm in himself, in what he loved and worked for, then crash so hard James expected it to leave visible wounds. It was far more frequent in the early days. Since Remus entered the picture, Sirius hadn’t spiraled more than a handful of times. It was like he needed a pressure-release valve to make sure all those internal works didn’t melt or rust over. Remus was better at getting Sirius to talk than just about anyone. It was shitty that Remus’ wan smiles and sickly pallor had to align with the exact time Sirius most needed someone who wouldn’t put up with his nonsense.

James did his best, but he wanted them to be happy more than anything. More often than not, it meant he didn’t push nearly enough. They all had bad habits.

He knew Coach would bring it up today. Sirius’ dark mood had set them all on edge, caught in that place between wanting to prove themselves and wanting to stay out of the way. Whatever was happening between Leo and Logan had brought the scrap of good mood to rock-bottom. There was only so much slack James could pick up without exhausting himself, and he was already at the end of his rope.

Talker was still fussing with his sock tape when James looked over. The stickiness was dead from his rhythmic wrapping and unwrapping, but he didn’t seem to care. James nudged his toe with the front of his skate. “ ‘Sup?”

Talker half-shrugged. “Not much.”

“You were good in the scrimmage today.”

His hands stuttered on the roll before evening out again. “You, too.”

James scooted over into Remus’ stall and lowered his head, turning slightly away from the center of the room for an iota of privacy. “You wanna talk about it? If this is about the pass—”

“Noelle can’t make it for my birthday.”

Oh. Oh. James’ heart sank. “Aw, buddy.”

“They’re in the playoffs and someone rescheduled.” His lips pressed together in a tight line. “It’s dumb, I just…”

“Miss her,” James finished when he trailed off.

Talker nodded. “Distance sucks.”

“I know.”

James tried not to be offended by Talker’s immediate skepticism. “You do?”

“Lily stayed in Boston for three years before transferring up here.” Worst three years of my life. “She wanted her BS in chemistry. I wasn’t going to be the schmuck to hold her back. We called, and FaceTimed, and texted when she was at school, but it—”

“Wasn’t the same,” they said in unison.

The ball of tape fell pathetically next to the trash bin. “I want to hug her,” Talker said. “It sounds so stupid, but I want to hug her. And—I don’t know, it’s been rainy today. She likes it when it rains.”

“Yeah.” James leaned over to bump his shoulder. “I hear if you cross your fingers and jump in a circle three times, your wishes come true.”

Talker was halfway through a laugh when the lights went out.

--

Oh my god, I went blind. The thought was wild and harebrained and ridiculous. So, precisely how Remus was feeling in every other aspect of his life.

“Oh.” Sirius sounded surprised. His hands were firm on Remus’ upper arms. “Bonjour.”

Remus blinked a few times to let his vision adjust to the sudden darkness. The remnants of the team’s shouts of surprise echoed briefly before going quiet. “Uh, hi,” he managed. Sirius was nothing more than a blob of shadow, but he felt along his arms and chest until he found a shoulder to pat. “Sorry. Power’s out?”

“Looks like it.”

“Huh. Did you…did you need something?”

Sirius shifted from foot to foot. “Uh. No, not really.”

Liar, but okay. Remus patted him again, and let his hand linger. The rink felt different like this. Low murmuring had started up again in the locker room, but everything else was grave-quiet without the familiar buzz of electricity. It felt like the heartbeat had stopped. Like they had paused in time. “We should—should we go back to the locker room?”

Sirius’ hands pulsed where he held Remus. “Sure,” he said with the reluctance of someone being asked to walk headfirst into the ocean.

Lightning cracked outside and Remus caught a glimpse of Sirius worrying at the inside of his lip in the brief light. “We can stay here,” he offered after a moment. “Or, like…go somewhere else for a bit.”

“Can we?”

The relief in Sirius’ voice ached. They had been so pent-up lately, neither willing to break the ice first but both suffering from their shared bad moods. Remus knew he had been more lost in his thoughts than down on Earth for days, and Sirius was being so…so Sirius. But not his Sirius. The Sirius that was twitchy, the Sirius that tossed and turned all night. The Sirius that barely finished his dinner.

Remus rolled the sleeve of Sirius’ shirt between his thumb and pointer finger, and pulled him in for a hug. His stiffness dissolved in an instant.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into Sirius’ collarbone. He smelled good when Remus took a deep inhale, laundry soap and cologne. His arms were strong and solid around Remus’ back—he felt a few deep breaths come and go under his palms and inclined his head to let Sirius’ bury his face in his neck. His hair was damp from his post-practice rinse. It tickled Remus’ nose along the wings he liked to play with when Sirius was sleepy and cuddly. He sighed again. “Sirius, I’m so sorry.”

“I wasn’t there for you this week.” Sirius’ breath warmed his neck. His hold on Remus tightened. “You don’t need to be sorry, loup.”

“Okay,” Remus said softly. “But I am.”

“If you’re sorry, then I’m—” Sirius broke off with a tired laugh and nuzzled further into his neck. “I don’t know. Throwing myself at your feet and begging for forgiveness.”

Remus snorted at that mental image, but held him closer anyway. “It’s okay. I know you don’t like feeling like this.”

“I don’t,” Sirius agreed. “Doesn’t mean I should stop paying attention to you.”

“I’ve been doing the same to you,” he reminded him gently.

“You had a reason.”

“And you didn’t?”

Sirius fell quiet. His fingertips slipped along the divot of Remus’ spine while his palm warmed the small of his back; Remus felt a bit silly, standing there in his socks in the dark, but it didn’t really matter when he could feel Sirius’ heart beginning to even out at last. Someone padded out of the locker room and down the hall. Red hair stood out for a half-second when lightning struck again and his worry eased. If Finn was going to check on his boys, everything would sort itself out.

“I hate that this still happens.” Sirius’ voice barely cleared a whisper. “It sneaks up on me, and then I can’t sleep and I’m not hungry—or, I am, I just can’t—and I don’t know when it will stop.”

“I know, baby.”

“I want to sleep next to you and not be thinking about the next game, Re.”

Remus slipped his hands beneath Sirius’ arms and pressed their bodies together like he could press reassurance into him. If he could take that burden, he would. If he could fix it, he would. If he had the right words to tell Sirius that he didn’t care whether he was perfect or a wreck, he would. He pushed his nose under the soft spot of Sirius’ jaw and kissed him there. “I love you.”

A small sound stuck in Sirius’ throat.

“Je t’aime,” he repeated with another kiss. Just because he could.

The rise and fall of Sirius’ shoulders was steady now. “Je t’aime aussi. Whatever you need for this week, I’m here, okay? I’m in your nook.”

“My…nook?”

“Your—” Sirius huffed a laugh. “I’m on your side. Whatever the saying is.”

“In my corner?” Remus suggested around a smile. Sirius grumbled something vaguely agreeable and swatted at him, but never loosened their hug for a second.

--

Leo was holding him, and he wasn’t even angry anymore. Not like he had been. Thunder rattled a distant window and Logan’s grip twisted in the front of his shirt. “I’m fine,” he said.

Leo kissed his temple. “Yeah.”

They lapsed back into silence. He was usually so good at problem-solving, but every time he tried to speak, his tongue got stuck on the words. The anger had burnt itself out. The frustration and annoyance were still there, alongside the hurt. He wished Finn was there. Finn always knew what words to use.

“I’m sorry,” Leo said haltingly. Logan shifted in his arms. “I was shitty to you. Earlier, I mean. I should have talked to you.”

Logan didn’t answer. Somehow, that was the worst outcome. Leo knew how to match him in a verbal fight.

Lightning flashed. Logan flinched. Leo held him like he alone could stop the light from taking his boyfriend by surprise. That was it, wasn’t it? Even pissed off, he’d still hold Logan rather than leaving him in the dark with a thunderstorm.

They didn’t speak, just swayed in place. Footsteps echoed down the hall, growing closer each second before coming to a halt in the doorway. “Babes?”

“Here,” they chorused softly.

“Um.” Finn audibly hesitated. “Okay, give me a landmark. I’m so blind right now.”

“By the countertop,” Leo offered. Logan burrowed deeper into his chest. He was fever-hot the way he got when he was upset. Finn’s noise of sympathy when he found them and felt it somehow made it worse. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hey.” Leo heard the sound of a soft kiss. “Lo, you good?”

“Ouais,” came the murmured answer.

They lapsed into silence for the length of another roll of thunder. “And you…” Finn faltered. “You figured yourselves out?”

Leo looked away despite the darkness. They remained silent.

“Right,” Finn sighed.

“I don’t know what I did,” Logan blurted. “You said this wasn’t about the rutabaga, but it is, and you said you’re not angry, but you are, and I’m confused. And I’m really sorry for whatever I did to upset you, Peanut. I’m being so honest right now.”

“That’s the problem,” Leo said helplessly.

Logan clutched at his shirt, as if the answers were hidden in the fabric. “What?” he asked. “What is the problem? Stop doing that, I told you, I’m confused. Are you angry?”

“A little,” Leo choked out. Ugh, honesty was sawdust in his mouth.

“Is it about the rutabaga?”

“No.”

Logan made a frustrated noise, but Finn cut him off before he could continue. “What is it about, sweetheart?” he asked, so gentle it burned.

Leo let out a long breath, unwinding one arm from Logan’s waist to wrap it around Finn instead. He was nice and cool from his shower. They had all been running too hot lately.

“I’m not your mom, Lo,” he began. “We’re all grown-ups here. You know what food looks like. You know how to google things.” He felt the feelings ramp up again and rather than swallowing them back, let them siphon out on an exhale. Everything inside him was a miserable, knotted mess. “You don’t need me to come to the store with you all the time, and it pisses me off when you keep asking because I’m—'better at it’, or whatever. It’s not my job to shop for you. I’m sick and tired of it.”

Logan’s chest caved against his own. He mumbled something under his breath and Leo closed his eyes.

“I can’t hear you when you do that, c’mon, please—"

“I said, it’s not because I need you to shop for me.” Logan’s voice shook slightly, but not with anger.

“Then why would you ask me to walk to the store with you for the ‘right garlic’?” he sighed.

Logan raised his head, leaving a cold spot on the left side of Leo’s chest. “Because I want to spend time with you.”

That—was not the answer he had been expecting. You’re better at it, Logan would say. You know the foods better than I do. The realization came in waves; he had been teasing. Joking. Making it a bit. And Leo thought he was dead serious the whole damn time. All the frustration he had built up around himself cam down with a rush and a clatter. His heart made a break for hell with a pit stop at his stomach. He stared into the dark nothingness of the rink break room and tried to remember how to breathe.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“I…” He broke off. Words had gotten him into this mess. Were they both that terrible at communicating properly? Finn bumped his arm and he took the hint (for once), wrapping Logan in a hug. By some miracle, Logan hugged him back. “That is the sweetest fucking thing, and I’m so sorry,” he managed, hoarse. “Oh my god. Oh my god, Logan, that was such a fucked-up thing for me to think.”

“I do actually like you, you know,” Logan said, muffled in his shoulder.

The remnants of Leo’s heart went for another spin through the shredder. “No, I know, I know, I’m so sorry. I like you, too.” He pressed a hard kiss to Logan’s temple and squeezed him tighter. “I like you so much. So much.”

“And I know what kind of garlic you like.”

Tears made Leo’s eyes sting and he violently wished them back. He had no right to cry over this. None at all. “Of course you do.”

Logan scratched lightly between his shoulder blades. “I don’t want to think about the type of people that made you think I’d do that, though. But if you want to give me names and addresses…”

Leo laughed weakly and felt Finn huff against him. “No, none of that,” Leo said with a kiss to Logan’s messy curls. He kissed his cheek, too, and his lips for good measure. Slow and easy, the way they both liked it. He wanted to make sure Logan was paying attention. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “You did nothing wrong. I love you so, so much and I never should have thought that about you.”

In the hallway, the whir of generators kicked up. Soft light cast Logan in gold and dull shadows, just enough to make out the conflicted look on his face. His thumb was rough against Leo’s jaw. “I wish you thought better of yourself,” he said quietly. “You’re fun to be around, even walking to the store.”

I wish I had thought better of you. Leo pulled him close without a word and caught Finn’s gaze over Logan’s shoulder. His expression told him everything he needed to know, and he shut his eyes as Finn’s arms came around them both. A kiss lingered just above his ear. Leo kind of wanted to cry all over again.

--

The generators were a masterpiece of mechanics. The emergency switch flipped the moment the building lost power from the main grid, pooling energy around the rink itself to keep the ice solid. The rest of the lights would come on within fifteen to twenty minutes, beginning with the stadium seats and ending with the more fringe areas, like locker room and kitchens. They were top of the line, the best you could buy for a massive space that relied heavily on electricity to keep it functional.

They were no match for the Lions.

Ice cream, popsicles, and enough beer to cover the team twice over were liberated from the various refrigerators in less than five minutes. The team gathered on the floor of the locker room with iPhone flashlights and glowsticks (also ‘borrowed’ from the adjacent rooms) to enjoy their haul in peace and to play stupid, silly games like middle schoolers at a sleepover. They played games for a living, for crying out loud. Their favorite game. Why on earth would they take it too seriously when an opportunity like this presented itself?

Equal cheers and groans went up when the lights came back on. Moody was the first to leave, having only stuck around that long because the space outside his office door was occupied with an apparently necessary conversation. Arthur was next. The general consensus among the players was that the weather was simply too bad to risk driving. For their safety, they should stay and enjoy their goodies.

The morning security shift found them right where Arthur left them, puppy-piled by their stalls and surrounded by joyous havoc.

[ally-the-artistic-turtle]

DRESSING UP

"May I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor, Princess?"

"Why yes, you may."

VOTE FOR NOELLE AND LEO BELOW LETS GOOOOO!! This competition is such a big motivator for drawing Noelle and the Rottmnt boys. I missed them all ;;

These two bring me so much joy ;; Ngl I struggled coming up with that dress bjsfdjkn but it looks alright in the end

Leo is very much a smooth-talker when it comes to his princess. To him, she's the most beautiful girl the world. She's stunning to look at, and her kind heart only makes her shine brighter.

Noelle, bless this girl, loves his antics. She knows he's dramatic but she loves him for it and plays along. HE MAKES HER FEEL ALIVE!! She gets to live and have fun in life thanks to him.

Prompt and competition by @tmnt-ocxcanon-comp

[secretbossesacrossthemultiverse]

SuperTale

Fun fact; one of my favorite Au's growing up was UnderToad as Mario is another hyperfixation of mine! Original Au; https://www.deviantart.com/marioluigi34/art/Super-Tale-NOT-CANNON-VERSON-ANYMORE-846607115 Original first update of this Au; https://www.deviantart.com/marioluigi34/art/Super-Tale-UPDATED-SPRITES-922506412

Supertale originally had a more complex story about Mario universe fusing with Undertale, but I realize now the simple explanation is the better one; Undertale characters with minimalistic personality changes get Mario character roles. Sans: Similar to CrossBones, this more active Sans still prefers to lay back and relax with a good pun or two, but will jump in to save the day! Papyrus: Papyrus wants to shine as a hero in his own right, he's better at hiding his fears than Luigi. Toriel: The Queen of the Underground, she's calm, polite, and able to use fire magic! The perfect ruler! If only she didn't say so many bad puns...

Mad Mew Mew: The best Princess. She built her own kingdom right above the Underground. Even so, she still lives in Papyrus's sink in this universe as well.

Spamton: Spamton.

Pink Addison: Are they friends? Lovers? Brothers? DEO they even have genders? No like Pink will tell you; after all, they're too busy cheating and scamming.

Greater Dog: Dog Island is where Greater Dog lives; nobody would DARE steal their bone horde... right?

Lesser Dog: Following in Greater Dog's paw prints, Lesser Dog is- oh... they got distracted by a butterfly...

C. Round: Brrrm Ha!

Alphys: She may act like a mad scientist, but she only does it to impress Undyne.

Swatching: This gentleman watches over the Queen, even if she tries to ditch him from time to time.

Frisk: Toriel's youngest child, Frisk is the brave and curious leader of the Frisk-Bregade.

Chara: The second oldest, Chara is the smooth talker and the muscle of the Frisk-Bregade.

Asriel: The youngest, Asriel is the brains and the magic caster of the Frisk-Bregade!

King: King of the Dark Lands, he'll take over the Underground through force!

Some blue guy: Who is this magical man? Not drawn are: Lancer - Bowser Jr, Mettaton - Birdo, Noelle - Rosalina, Jevil - King Boo, Undyne - WaPeach, Clover (the three-headed one from Deltarune) - Mayor Pauling, and Gaster as Count Blecc.

[joelsdagger]

hello noelle <3 i’m asking questions today, here’s one for you:

you get to have pixel joel with you in the real world for one day, what do you plan?

hope you’ve had a great weekend! ily 💗

oh my gosh anna you’re so cute 😭

i’ve thought about this before and my answer (surprisingly) always stays the same. It definitely depends on which era of joel miller we’re talking about here, but my mind always goes jackson joel but i feel like this works for all versions of him; i’d love to just hang out with him, go on a picnic and just talk. and i know, i know everyone says he’s got no thoughts in his head and he has more of a caveman type of brain but i think he has a lot of wisdom and although he’s not much of a talker (lowkey tho we’re both the quiet type so i think we wouldn’t talk much 😭) he always knows exactly what to say and i know he’d be good at calming me down and giving me pretty solid advice.

also, i think it’d be cute if he took me horseback riding, i’ve never done it and i feel like i’d want to do that with him (mainly so i get to ogle him duh)

ily darling, i hope you had a wonderful weekend 🩷🫂 (now i wanna hear your answer 👀)

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

It's @oknutzyweek2023 ??? *screaming, etc etc*

So here's the start of a series of drabbles in my attempt to both get back into writing more again and use the whole board because why not? Anyway, without further ado...

Monday, Row 1 – Getting Ready

“I have a proposal I want to run by you…” Leo said to his boyfriends as he got ready. “Should I wear this bucket hat to the festival?”

“My honest advice? Yes. One thousand percent yes, you look adorable Peanut. Please wear it. Right, Lo baby?”

“Oui, s’il te plait, mon amour. Très mignon,” Logan said, walking over to give him a quick kiss.

“Mm, okay, hat on. Finn, rouge, honeypie, please put the toys away, it is time to get on the road if we’re going to make it to Talker’s to pick him and Noelle up.”

“They are not just toys, they. Are. My. New. Pocket squares. I’m a pocket square man now, Nut, get used to it!” Finn declared as he folded the last one and tucked it into his sock drawer.

Leo and Logan shared a look, and the blond stage whispered, “This is going to last all of a few days, right?”

“And then it’ll come back full swing middle of next season, mark my words,” Logan agreed with a chuckle.

[withbitterness]

"Wouldn't know. Monopoly's a hell I would never willingly put myself through sober." Drunk, on the other hand.... Well, it would explain the one night she woke up from a house party with tiny fake money shoved down her shirt. She was a cheater even when inebriated, and she was proud of it. "With sharper eyes and a suspicious heart, the way the Uno gods always intended." Sherri was talking a load of shit, of course, mostly because she was a shit talker, but also because she liked to think of it as a strategy. Distract her competition enough with the batshit crazy stuff coming out of her mouth, they'd be too busy to notice whatever she was doing with her hands. She was just getting a head start as she dealt out their cards. Her hands paused in her dealing, however, at their question of train. The kind thing would have been to immediately explain, but an opportunity to tease was not one Sherri often missed, especially in competition (no matter the fact that the rematch had yet to start). "Oh c'mon now, Noelle. Don't tell me you're so out of touch with board game riffing that you've never heard of train in Uno?"

" I thought that was only reserved for Monopoly." Noelle adds with a dramatic flare, sighing." Uno is suppose to be a game of friendship and making allies, can't believe that was lie, how am I to face the world now that I know this information?" They tap on the table waiting for the cards." Thoughts on train this round?" They question her, echoing Sherris words." I'm not sure I follow."

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[fruitcoops]

Eve!!! Could maybe request bear hugs from the prompt list? For whatever pairing you fancy!

Anything for you Sarah! (from this list)

"Hey!"

Talker nearly dropped his phone in his haste to turn around; there was only a second's stretch between a smile splitting his face and the impact of a mid-season hockey player colliding with his chest. "There you are."

"My baby," Noelle sighed happily, sliding her hands up his back before draping them over his shoulders to pull him in for a kiss. "My love, my sweetheart, mon cher..."

God, Talker loved airport PDA. She still smelled like the plane, but beneath it was the crisp floral scent of her perfume, wrapping around him tighter than her embrace. "Bonjour, Christmas. Good flight?"

"Mhmm." The one cheek in his sightline was pink from happiness--she smushed her face against him like a cat before making a soft noise and hoisting him a few inches off the ground. "Mon dieu, I am so done with FaceTime."

"You and me both," he laughed, a little breathless in her hold.

Noelle set him back down a moment later and kissed each of his cheeks, then his lips. Her eyes shone in the fluorescent lights. "Two whole weeks of loving you, mon amour."

[achliegh]

Recline (TikTok)

So I was just casually scrolling through @fruitcoops page and saw @ravenclawreblogs ask for the recline challenge for the boys and I CAN’T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!!!! So here you go! My brain is trashing this little tiktok trend. It will have the boys doing it and then the directions of SOs or friends.

CW/TW: FUCKING TIKTOK DANCE, maybe a little sexy talk idk yet

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

COOPS:

Sirius peaked his head out the door of the gym and looked up and down the hallway making sure a specific little wolf wasn’t lurking around. Sirius liked doing tiktok dances but always got too embarrassed around other people to film or even have people watch them in front of him. He saw this new trend going on and he just can't get the image of Re’s face out of his head if he saw Sirius doing this dance. He smiles to himself and goes to set up his phone so it was leaned up against his water bottle on the table. He was shirtless and flushed from working out. He tried to wipe the sweat off his face but it didn’t matter. He was still shiny… but he knew Remus liked that. It's a win in his book.

It took him three tries to be able to start the music without his phone falling over. He laughed every time but was getting frustrated. On the fourth try he finally got his phone to stay up… but he forgot the beat of the dance. “Merde!” he sighed and watched a couple videos to remind himself. Once confident enough he got into his tiktok headspace and was lip syncing until the beat came to where he turned to the side and swayed his hips while slowly reclining backwards while standing he ran his hands down his sweaty chest and was subconsciously biting his lip and tipped his head back closing his eyes. He was blushing but no one would be able to tell if it was from working out or thinking about his fiancé laughing at him. He watched the video a couple of times and decided that he was actually kinda proud of it. He was a little giddy when thinking about Remus seeing it and if he was lucky getting railed into the bed later tonight.

He posted the video and went to take a shower, he had no clue where Remus ran off to but he was excited for him to come find him.

Remus being absolutely in love with seeing his fiancé dancing (secretly of course) had notifications set up to know whenever Sirius posted. He never told his lovely finance because lord knows he would be chirped to hell and back. He was in the living room folding laundry when he heard the shower running and smiled, thinking of maybe joining him. He saw his phone light up and opened the notification. He didn’t know it was an invitation to BONER CITY! His face was red by the time he finished watching Sirius run his hands all over his toned pecks and abs that were still glistening with sweat and looking like a fucking Greek god. Remus watched the video over and over again until he couldn’t take it anymore. He ran up to the shower and gave Sirius the lovin of a lifetime.

CUBS

Leo being the youngest of his lovers trio has always been the best at tiktok being able to pick up dances at the drop of a hat. So this was no different. He wanted to add a little spicy spin to the reclining dance he has been seeing for a few days and since his boys were almost never on his side of tiktok he wouldn’t have to worry about being chirped. At least he hopes not. It took him 10 minutes tops to get set up and film the video. He was watching it back and smiling, videos like this always made him feel good about himself. Watching himself run his tongue over his teeth as he dipped back swaying his hip and running his hands down his abs then back up to grab his hair. He was happy that he chose to have the jump cut to him shirtless as he started doing the dance and not just lip syncing in his normal hoodie. He posted the video and went on with his day like nothing was different. Because nothing was, he posted shit like this all the time. What wasn’t different is the fact that his video was trending… he had trended before but only when him and the boys came out on tiktok. I guess he was just that sexy or something. The whole team ended up seeing it and he knew practice would be hell.

Finn and Logan came home with a hungry look in their eyes and he knew he was in for a treat. They had never seen Leo move that before and they wanted a close up of the action.

NUNY

They decided to do this dance together. Jackson would recline in front of Kuny while Kuny also reclined… What they didn’t expect was completely fucking it up and having Jackson land right on top of Kuny. Both of them groaned in pain and the phone fell from the dresser to land directly on the giant Russians face giving him a little bruise under his eye. They both started laughing after a minute and decided to post the video anyway because it made them laugh until they cried. When Kuny came into practice the next day Sergei poked his bruise and chirped them for being so clumsy.

NOELLE AND TALKER (I forgot their ship name)

Talker had posted his making of the recline challenge or dance or whatever when the trend first started. He winked at the camera and blew a kiss after he danced and Noel though it was so funny.

When Noelle visited for the weekend off he decided to borrow the exact same clothes he wore in the video and duet his tiktok copying ever move down to the tiniest detail. He posted the video with the exact same hashtags and caption as her boyfriend and waited for the chaos.

“Noelle! This really hot chick just dueted my post! She even looked like you” He showed her, her video and they both laughed as Talker pulled her close and started peppering her cheeks with kisses. She had never been so happy.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

I cannot give this a go because I suck at voices, too. I don't think I describe anyone's voice once. To be fair, I can't imagine distinct voices when reading on my own.

Those from Texas are from the Houston (Lexi, Maddie, Ash, Gwen, Noelle, Rose, Kelsey) or Dallas (Robbie, Akash) areas so the southern drawl isn't as distinct. Y'all is said though but that's about it.

I'd believe they'd have some remnants of their parents' accents or first languages, even if faint. Being as most of them had parents raised in Alium, they'd have the accents relative to their Sectors.

I can confirm Jedi's accent is briefly described as being hard to pin down. Imagine growing up in Korea but spending your teenage years in England. That's Jedi's accent.

I also do imagine Carmen's voice to be more in the alto range.

Robbie and Akash are 14 so we can imagine the voice cracks.

Lexi, Robbie, and Akash are my fast-talkers and very loud. Maddie, Ash, and Jedi specifically are easy to get to talking fast if you get their special interests, though only Maddie would get loud in these instances. Gwen and Jedi specifically are very soft spoken.

Carmen speaks harshly. Noelle and Rose are a little more deadpan, especially Rose until the latter half of Part Two, as Noelle is mainly just a little dry. Maddie is a little deadpan, but she doesn't notice. When around new people, Kelsey is very quiet, but she gets more animated and sarcastic when with people she's comfortable with.

Hope this is okay!

✨OPEN TAG✨

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TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

Voice Claim Tag

Rules: pick some voiceclaims for your OCs or describe their voices

Thanks @illarian-rambling and @autism-purgatory for the tags! I’m awful at knowing voice actors so I’m just going to describe them :)

Belladonna: stiff, posh, transatlantic accent. Speaks a bit quietly and timidly. Fairly high voice

Cassie: the sort of voice you’d associate with the blunt deadpan snarker. Very dry manner of speaking but not unemotive. Might have a bit of a drawl (I’m going back and forth on this). Low alto or high tenor

Nellie: a bit stiff, slightly British accent, very formal. Voice starts off at mid-tenor and goes up to high alto as she voice trains

Narcissus: loud, a bit of a “pompous gentleman”-esque accent but he’s very pretty about it. Mid-tenor

Ricinus: has a bit of a rasp to his voice (not much, but a lot), surprisingly gruff. High bass/low baritone

Goldenrod: also transatlantic, fairly loud, full soprano

Cassiopeia: honestly haven’t pictured an accent for her. She’s very sweet and soft-sounding when she talks, at least until she snaps. Maybe Western European somewhere? Soprano, very good at projecting her voice when she wants to

Stellaris: again accent unknown, has a very flat register but not in the bored-sounding way - he sounds a little too loud about everything. Tenor

Rhys: same vocal chords as Ricinus so a bit raspy and a low baritone. Very quiet though, and he has a mild speech impediment

Sel: forces posh accent, more emotive than Stellaris but not a lot. Also tenor

I’m not good at describing accents but I hope I did a good job. I’d love to hear what y’all think!

@kaylinalexanderbooks @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @elsie-writes @somethingclevermahogony @rkmoon would y’all like to give this one a go?

[lumosinlove]

is there anyway u could do noelle and talker for the falling asleep over skype or chat one? :)

“Saw it, your eyes just closed.”

“Mm,” Noelle smiled, voice muffled by her pillow case. “Keep talking to me in that raspy sex voice of yours and they’ll be wide open again.”

Thomas adjusted himself on his side, wishing the sheets that he reached out towards were warmer, that they smelled like Noelle. He shivered a little at the way her green eyes looked up at him, even through the screen.

“Okay,” he smiled, pillowing his head on his arm. “Maybe I will, Christmas.”

Noelle just smiled, suppressing a yawn.

“Seriously, you’re tired, No.”

“I don’t want to stop talking to you,” Noelle sighed, pushing her hair back from her bare shoulder. “We never get to talk these days.” He watched her eyes flit around his face. “I miss you. A lot.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Thomas said, scooting closer to the screen. “Don’t cry on me. I’ll cry, too.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” Noelle laughed, pretending to fan her face. “Just—ugh.”

“Go get my sweatshirt,” Thomas said, hand involuntarily going to rest on the edge of his laptop, as if he could touch her cheek. “And get cozy as fuck. And I’ll be right here.”

Noelle just laughed again and pushed herself up, giving Thomas a view of the gentle curves of her breasts and the soft muscles of her arms, before disappearing from the frame. It sent a pang through him, but he let it out in a sigh and waited for her.

“Okay, okay, here I am,” Noelle sing-songed before landing on the bed in a fluff of pillows and quilt—and a Lions sweatshirt. Thomas watched her burrow back into the covers. “It’d be warmer with you, though, you fucking heater.”

“Thirty days,” Thomas said. “I’ll heat you up.”

Noelle sighed and closed her eyes again. “So long.”

“Go to sleep and it’s 29.”

“Math wizard.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I hope this is okay. May I request Berdly with a reader who, as Snowgrave is cast, takes the proverbial bullet for him?

"You feel that chill, Berdly?"

"Heh, I feel nothing but the fiery passion in my heart for when I rescue Noelle from those small-minded buffoons!"

"......"

"But um...yeah, it did get awfully cold. I am not deterred, though!" Berdly puffed out his chest as he spoke, and you chuckled in response.

Both of you were assigned by Queen to look for her and bring her back to the mansion. But as you wandered the city, you noted the lack of traffic sounds. Usually you'd hear nonstop beeping.

Welp, at least it made the search easier.

"Well-" You began to tease the nerdy bird for his "crush" on the reindeer, when you spotted two figures approaching you both. "Speak of the devil. Good to see you guys!" You smiled upon recognizing them.

Berdly spun around and grinned. "Noelle! You're here. Come back with us to Queen's mansion at once!"

However, you noticed that Kris' stare was awfully blank. Not unlike them but...something about it was rather tense.

Almost as if they seemed uncomfortable about something.

Even Noelle stood unusually silent. You could see a new ring on her finger, though under the band there was red tinting her fur. Like it was digging into her flesh. That concerned you.

"What is that ring for? Is it hurting y-?"

"Kris, it looks like two more enemies are approaching. Should I freeze them?"

Your heart sank into the pits of your stomach. She saw you two as enemies? And why was she asking Kris what to do? Not in the nervous tone of someone who was a generally skittish person, but..with such a monotone voice that made her seem like she was their servant. There was a certain sad look to her eyes, too, as she avoided your gaze.

Something was horribly, horribly wrong.

"N-Noelle..it's us." You stammered. "[Y/n]? Berdly? We're not your enemy."

All of the sudden she gasped, snapping out of her trance as she gazed up. She seemed rather startled and confused, uttering both of your names.

Since she said "freeze", you assumed she gained ice powers. In any other circumstance, you would've been awestruck by this revelation. And it surely would've reminded Berdly of some obscure video game character with ice attacks.

Now was not the time.

"Noelle, are you okay? What...what are you doing with Kris?" Berdly inquired.

"I'm just--we're just.." She looked all around, her hands slightly trembling as she hid the ring with her hand. Then she sighed, hair falling in front of her eyes. "Getting...stronger."

"Getting stronger....how?"

You then glared at Kris, who remained stoic this entire time. "Kris, answer us. What does she mean? I know you're not a talker but we just wanna understand what's going on."

"Proceed."

A single, strained whisper left their lips as their arm suddenly jerked to life, grasping Noelle's shoulder and shoving her forward. The poor girl stumbled a few feet away from you two, falling into your arms. But you caught her and helped steady her.

'God..she looks so pale and feels ice cold..'

She gasped and pushed you away, like you were an electric forcefield that shocked her. "D-Don't touch me!! Please run away!!" She wailed, her voice cracking with raw pain and terror.

Now you and Berdly were officially pissed off.

It didn't matter what happened or why Kris was acting so oddly. They were breaking her mind, and you couldn't stand by and watch her fall apart in front of you like this.

"Hell no. Kris should've kept their goddamn hands off of you!" You bellowed as you drew your weapon, as did Berdly.

"Y-Yeah! We will not stand for your vile treatment of Noelle any longer!" He pointed his ax at Kris. "We have no choice but to stop you by force!!"

Despite Noelle's pleas, Kris drew their sword, glaring at you.

Thus, the battle commenced.

Together you and Berdly coordinated your strongest attacks to only strike Kris, not wanting your dear friend--the obvious victim--to get hurt. You only hoped knocking their SOUL around a bit would finally make them snap out of it.

But something else unusual happened: during the entire fight, Kris did not strike back, nor try to ACT or explain themselves. All they did was raise their shield, ordering Noelle to form her own ice barrier as well. And she obeyed every single time.

Were they stalling?

No..they were planning something awful.

You quickly learned that through defense, you could conserve enough mana to perform magic spells.

But you knew Kris didn't have magic.

Were they really using Noelle to cast these supposed "freeze" spells?

You just laughed at the bitter thought. "Wow..you really are a monster. Using our friend to do your bidding. Even Queen isn't as bad as you!"

They ignored you and looked towards Noelle, seeing that her ring was fully charged. And they commanded her to cast "Snowgrave."

She seemed confused, apparently not knowing all of her own spells. But the more Kris demanded, the more she refused. You and Berdly hoped she was finally fighting back, and all of this could be ended peacefully.

Yet...it never came to pass.

"Fine. You want to see what happens so bad?! Watch what happens when I cast a spell I don't know!!" She snapped, before turning directly to Berdly.

After Kris, for the final time, commanded her to use Snowgrave, she raised her hands to the sky, a few sparks flying out from her palms.

At first nothing happened, as if the spell failed.

But then....her eyes glowed an eerie white as she floated above you three, robe flowing in the wind. You gazed up in utter disbelief, like she was some angelic being, with sparks flying all around her form.

All of the sudden a blinding snowstorm erupted in the alley, but through it you could see a massive icy blue pillar flying directly towards Berdly.

"NO!!!" You shoved him out of the way right as the ice touched your legs, encasing your entire body instantaneously.

The blizzard passed and all that remained was an exhausted Noelle, a silent Kris, a dazed Berdly, and...

You, frozen solid in a large ice prism.

"...[y/n]..? No...NO!!!" The bird scrambled to his feet, running over and trying to chop the iceberg. "HANG ON [Y/N]!! Why did you do that, you idiot?!! HOW WILL WE EXPLAIN THIS TO QUEEN??!!"

But try as he might, his axe barely scratched the surface. It was hopeless. There was nothing he could do to free you.

Noelle barely acknowledged his screaming, or even the fact you weren't her intended target.

She was so tired..

All she wanted to do was go home.

[kaidas-daydreams]

hiii, can i request some headcanons on asta, yuno, luck and noelle watching a scary movie with their s/o? Thank u sm, i love ur blog!! 💞

scary movie date.

"how asta, yuno, noelle and luck would act while watching a scary movie with their s/o"

characters x gn! reader

kaida's note: hiiii anon! sorry for being a lil rusty but i hope you enjoy! 💭

lowercase intended.

buy me kofi 💭

asta makes a blanket fort with all your favorite snacks and drinks so that you're comfortable during the movie

he reassures you that anytime you get scared during the movie that it's okay to hold on to him

don't be surprised if he's the one clinging onto you during scary or gory parts

he'd be the type to drape a blanket over you both and pull you in close

if yuno sees you are getting a little too scared he'll put his arm around you and pull you closer, he also reassure you that it's fake and if it weren't he'd be there to protect you

he secretly enjoys watching you cling onto him during scary or gory parts, he smiles a little at it but due to the dark room you can't see it

luck finds it amusing to see you scared but it finds it cute too but this also causes for him to jump scare you every so often during the movie

he comments on how fun it'd be to be part of the movie

he's movie talker, always interrupting during suspenseful moments, always asking questions, tugging on you to answer them if you don't

noelle will bring a ton of snacks, sweet salty, sour and sugary drinks, she'll have you bring blankets/pillows

noelle at the begining will act as if watching a scary movie is ridiculous and that she won't get scared, that's a lie and she's holding onto almost the whole time

she'll deny that she's scared the entire time

[b-undertale]

noelle and berdlys relationship is complicated too tho, mostly bc berdlys a weird lil man. he obviously cares about her lots, and she does the same, but he misreads a lot of situations 😔😔😔

he "knows" shes easily influenced, but instead of being normal about it hes like "i need to PROTECT her i need to protect my DAMSEL". not even a romantic damsel, he probably sees her as a little mouse that can't defend herself. which. well. we can argue that at some points she is, other points she isnt. he still undermines her sometimes, tho, even if its not on purpose

obviously he changes his mind at the end of the chapter, bc he realizes hes been doing wrong. even if he still doesn't realize *everything* he's done wrong, its still a start. hes still like "this is my friend noelle who i will treat with a little more respect"

but noelle hardly talks about berdly, at least in this chapter. she cares about him, sure, its very obvious that they r pretty good friends? study partners? whatever. but im thinking about how she admits to kris that they're the only one who understands how weird she is. i....don't think berdly knows what noelle's whole deal is, probably because he's the talker while noelles the listener. this is only chapter 2, so it might go a lil more in depth about their relationships later, but idk.

noelle isnt ever outright annoyed with berdly except That One Funny Scene, but she might be hiding a part of herself from him (as well as everyone else tbh) And to be fair to berdly, i don't think anyone knows that he has Gifted Kid Syndrome, not even noelle, so they're *both* hiding.

anyways they're best friends

[forgetmynamepleasethanks]

Hey, I've been thinking abt requesting something like this for a bit. It's something that doesn't pertain to a lot of people but I thought I might request it anyways. Can I request Kris with a best friend who's mute? I hope that's not too hard to write but it would be nice to read something where I can actually feel like the reader in the story lol. It can just be headcannons if you want but I'd really like something longer. Also can it be platonic but in a way where they're basically dating?Thx

Kris with 'just a friend' who happens to be mute.

This ended up taking longer than anticipated. Usually I wouldn't apologize but it's not every day you run into someone with the same medical condition as you.

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• Now, we're going to be assuming Kris can talk

Obviously they don't talk often, but if you're around they usually do a little interpreting.

You two were practically forced to become friends.

When you two entered your first year of school everyone compared you for both being so quiet. That lead to you two actually becoming friends.

"Hey! I don't think I caught your name. Mine's Noelle, what's yours?"

Silence was all a young Noelle got in return, of course by this point she had some experience dealing with quiet people such as Kris.

"Not much of a talker huh? I know just the person who you should play with!"

Noelle practically dragged you two together, and together you stayed.

For the first year or two of school you two redefined the phrase' stuck together like glue'

By this point everyone knew that neither of you were open for much conversation. Especially you.

As the year progressed you and Kris didn't drift apart like Kris did with some of the other people they knew.

The closest you two have ever been is right after Asriel left town.

You had to basically play defense with Kris to avoid them having a whole breakdown.

This is where people started asking each other the question 'Are you SURE those two aren't dating?'

No, the answer is no whoever was being asked probably didn't know.

Enough backstory, more SSS (Silent Specific Subjects)

When you switched teachers from Toriel, who was very aware of your silence, to Alphys who was not to aware to begin with things changed.

You and Kris' desks were separated and Alphys would call on you to answer questions like the rest of the class

Eventually she got the gist of it because whenever she would call on you Kris would raise their hand as fast as possible to answer the question for you, most likely getting it wrong.

Unexpectedly, Berdly thought this was just your way of expressing how dumb you were. It doesn't matter if you're actually very gifted, Berdly saw you panic when you were called on and then your best friend had to answer for you.

His favorite thing to do to you was telling something relating to your unintelligence and then watch as you struggle to express your unhappiness to Kris, Toriel, or Alphys.

Of course Kris would catch on to why you were unhappy quicker than the other two.

That only applies to you if you don't know some for of sign language.

Kris would probably learn too, you might have to force them, though.

Susie treats you about the same as Kris, mostly because she can hardly tell the difference between the two of you.

"Quiet nerd and quieter nerd. You two are gonna do the history project, then I'm gonna say that I did all the work. Got it?"

People really think you two are dating, even you some times.

You two are extremely close, Kris make it their duty to protect you, even if you don't really need it.

But it is nice to know that as long as you stick with Kris, think are going to be ok.

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Hope you enjoyed

[heyitssmiller]

RWD Talker/Noelle, for all of our souls

!!!!!

This is a collab with the lovely @allhalloweve / @fruitcoops (sorry love I’m not sure which one to tag!) so I don’t want to give too much away… but I’ll give you a little snippet (and a hint!) ;)

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December 22, 1944

Thomas Walker was, to put it bluntly, fucked.

The scream of another mortar being fired had him diving for the nearest snow-covered foxhole and throwing an arm over his helmet in a stupid but instinctive way. The soldier next to him crouched beside him and together they waited for the mortar to find its mark - and to hope that the mark wasn’t them.