#the next one's going to be rough

[basil-thoth]

Page 12: a brief and mostly unpleasant childhood

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Panel 1: [Blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: STEADY PROGRESS AT A RAPID RATE. THEY CAN SPEAK IN SENTENCES NOW.

Panel 2: [Subjects 1 and 2 are sitting next to each other, enjoying the company]

Gaster’s Notes: SUBJECT 1 IS QUIET AND SOFTSPOKEN… A LOWERCASER, I’M SURE, WITHOUT MUCH ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND TAKEN TO MUMBLING.

Gaster’s Notes: 2, HOWEVER, IS MORE CONFIDENT AND CLEAR– UPPERCASE, LIKE MYSELF. A VOICE THAT DEMANDS ATTENTION.

Panel 3: [Gaster’s written notes, in Wing Dings. Translated, they say: 1- LOWERCASE COMIC SANS and 2- UPPERCASE PAPYRUS]

Gaster’s Notes: IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT THEIR FONTS ARE. I DID NOT NOTICE, AND IT DOES NOT MATTER.

Gaster’s Notes: THEY CRY AND CARRY ON WHENEVER I HAVE TO SEPARATE THEM, BUT I CANNOT RISK LEAVING THEM ALONE UNSUPERVISED UNTIL SUBJECT 2 CAN UNDERSTAND 1’S CONDITION.

Panel 4: [Subject 2 looks curious and hesitant.]

Subject 2: WHAT’S THAT MEAN?

Gaster: It means that if you hurt Subject 1 even by accident, he will die.

Subject 2: WHAT’S “DIE”?

Panel 5: [Gaster speaks] 

Gaster: It means he will turn to dust, and you will never see him again.

 [As Gaster tells Subject 2 what it means, Subject 2 tears up and begins shaking in anxiety.]

Gaster: Stop crying, I’m talking to you.

Gaster’s Notes: SINCE THEN, 2 HAS BEEN VERY CAREFUL.

Panel 6: [Blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: SINCE I MOVED THEM INTO THE SAME ROOM, THEY ARE MUCH QUIETER AND EASIER TO WORK WITH. THEY CHATTER CONSTANTLY.

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: WHENEVER I GO SEE THEM, THEY ARE HOLDING OR TOUCHING EACH OTHER. THEY ARE DESPERATE FOR PHYSICAL CONTACT… AT LEAST THEY WON’T ASK IT FROM ME.

Panel 7: [Two sleepy skellies. They’ve fallen asleep sitting up and holding each other]

Gaster’s Notes: THEY EVEN SLEEP LIKE THAT. IT DOESN’T SEEM LIKE IT’D BE COMFORTABLE.

Panel 8: [We zoom in on their chests, where you can see their SOULs through their thin hospital gowns. Subject 1’s is about half the size of Subject 2’s.]

Gaster’s Notes: SOMETIMES THEIR SOULS GLOW IN UNISON… I BELIEVE IT IS WHEN THEY ARE DREAMING.

Panel 9: [blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: THEY ARE VORACIOUS EATERS. GIVEN THEIR RAPID DEVELOPMENT, IT MAKES SENSE.

Panel 10: [Subjects 1 and 2 are splitting a ?????. They look slightly confused but are clearly eager to share.]

Gaster’s Notes: OUT OF CURIOSITY, I GAVE THEM HALF A PORTION ONE NIGHT TO SEE WHAT THEY WOULD DO. THEY SPLIT THE DIFFERENCE. I SUSPECT GIVEN ONLY A CRUMB, THEY’D FIND A WAY TO SHARE IT. I DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY LEARNED TO BE SO SELFLESS WITH EACH OTHER. IT’S NOT A TRAIT I’D THINK WOULD BE INBORN.

Panel 11: [blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: I GAVE THEM ONE PILLOW TO SEE WHO’D ASSERT DOMINANCE AND CLAIM IT FOR THEIR OWN.

Panel 12: [Subjects 1 and 2 are covered in pillow stuffing.]

Gaster’s Notes: WHEN I CHECKED ON THEM, THEY’D TORN IT UP AND WERE PLAYING WITH THE STUFFING.

Panel 13: [Blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: THEYNEVER STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS. AT LEAST THEIR VOCABULARY IS GROWING.

Panel 14: [The panel is nothing but their questions. For simplicity’s sake, I have condensed their questions into one line each.]

Subject 1: what is… disappointing? alternating current? marrow? laser? 

Subject 2: WHAT IS… SPECIMEN? ELECTRICITY? CALCIUM? FORBIDDEN?

Panel 15: [Gaster is working with the drill, while the subjects are embracing each other behind him.]

Gaster’s Notes: I DID MAKE AN ANNOYING ERROR ONCE WHILE I WAS DISTRACTED.

Panel 16: [The subjects continue embracing; Subject 1 is in Subject 2’s lap.]

Subject 2: WHAT IS HE? WHAT ARE WE? IS HE…ME? AM i HIM?

Gaster: No, you are not the same person.

Subject 2: THEN WHAT ARE WE?

Panel 17: [Gaster is barely paying attention to the conversation, he’s still working with his tools]

Gaster: You are things. Though I suppose technically one could say you were brothers-

Panel 18: [Subjects 1 and 2 are looking at each other through a new lens]

Subject 1: brothers? he’s my brother?

Subject 2: ARE YOU OUR BROTHER TOO?

Gaster: I made you both.

Subject 2: BUT… WHAT ARE YOU? ARE YOU US? WHAT ARE YOU TO US?

Gaster: Quiet.

Panel 19: [Blank panel]

Gaster’s Notes: THEY UNFORTUNATELY LATCHED ONTO THE WORD. BROTHER THIS, BROTHER THAT. PERHAPS THEY’LL GROW OUT OF IT. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL WITH MY WORDING. THINGS CANNOT BE BROTHERS.

Panel 20: [Subjects 1 and 2 are sitting at a table with a few papers in front of them. They appear to be simple worksheets. Subject 1 encourages 2, who appears to be struggling.]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: THEY ARE STARTING TO READ.

Gaster’s Notes: I’M BEING CAREFUL ABOUT WHAT I GIVE THEM… I DON’T WANT THEM GETTING IDEAS ABOUT THE OUTSIDE WORLD.

SUBJECT 1 IS A FAST LEARNER… 2 LESS SO. HE STRUGGLES WITH READING, AND MY HOPE IS THAT HE INHERITED MY IT’S A PHYSICAL PROBLEM WITH HIS EYES AND NOT A MENTAL ONE. BAD EYES CAN BE FIXED. EVEN WITH 1’S HELP HE HAS DIFFICULTY.

Panel 21: [Subject 2 is proudly handing Gaster a sheet of paper.]

Gaster’s Notes: HE INTERPRETS EVEN THE CLEAREST DIRECTIONS IN STRANGE WAYS.

Panel 22: [It’s a worksheet written in WingDings. The question, translated, reads “A SKELETON HAS MANY BONES. WRITE THE NAME OF AT LEAST FIVE BONES.” Underneath child’s stick drawing. Gaster is in the center with Subject 1 on his left and subject 2 on his right. They’re all smiling and happy.]

Gaster’s Notes: HE SEEMS INTENT ON SABOTAGING HIMSELF AT EVERY TURN.

Panel 23: [Gaster seems to be leading Subject 1 to a different room. Subject 1 has a bit of a smug look on his face.]

Gaster’s Notes: 1, AT LEAST, SEEMS VERY CLEVER. 

Subject 1: why don’t we ever see anyone else down here? are we a secret or somethin?

Gaster’s Notes: PERHAPS TOO MUCH SO FOR HIS OWN GOOD AT TIMES.

Panel 24: [Subjects 1 and 2 are smiling in delight at Gaster]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: THEY SMILE WHEN I COME TO SEE THEM… THEY ASK ME WHAT I DO OUTSIDE. THEY ASK ME IF THEY CAN GO OUTSIDE.

Panel 25-26: [Subject 2 attempts to hold Gaster’s hand.]

Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX:

Panel 27: [Gaster pulls his hand away harshly.]

Gaster’s Notes: SUBJECT 2 TRIED TO HOLD MY HAND.

Panel 28: [blank panel] Gaster’s Notes: ENTRY NUMBER XXX: I’VE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE.

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Ominous.

The uppercase/lowercase/font mention in the beginning is related to an idea me and Seagoon were batting around about skeletons having a sort of magical synesthesia that lets them “see” the font people speak in. “Without much attention to detail” means Sans drops letters and sometimes punctuation. Gaster does indeed speak in caps if entry seventeen in the game is any indication! I subtitle his speech in propercase though to make it a midpoint between the brothers, but the wingdings behind it are always in caps.

Gaster hasn’t seriously hurt either of them yet at this point. They have no idea what’s coming.

I couldn’t really think of a way to subtitle wingdings when they’re written on paper without it looking confusing, so the two bits read: “1 - LOWERCASE COMIC SANS 2 - UPPERCASE PAPYRUS” and “A SKELETON HAS MANY BONES. WRITE THE NAME OF AT LEAST FIVE BONES.”

[Index]

[twisting-in-wonderland]

why does he meow?

[audliminal]

It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 9

Masterpost

"Well, it certainly looks like your suspicions were correct." Tim says, staring at the decoded response, as Bernard posts the plain text.

"Yeah, it definitely looks like it, huh? This is practically an entire clue drop in and of itself."

"I mean, it kind of is. If they wanted to encourage us, al they really would've needed is to parrot themselves with the 'dig deeper' thing you said you kept finding."

"Ha, yeah that would've been a little more succinct." Bernard laughs, and turns back towards Tim as he finishes typing. "So what else is it meant to do, then?"

"Well, on one level it shows us how the clues are supposed to be solved." Tim says, pointing to the steps they'd gone through. "In the future, we should be looking for the keys to each step in the solution of the prior step."

"They can't just do that every time, though. It'd get too predictable.

"Maybe not every time, but it definitely gives us a better idea of where to start."

"Yeah, I guess it can't hurt to look. Anything else, Mr. Genius?"

"I'm not a genius."

"You totally are, but whatever. Tell me more of your mad science thinking."

"Not a mad scientist either. I think we need to start looking at whether individual details are intended to be taken literally or metaphorically."

"Oh." Bernard blinks, then glances over at his computer.

"Did you think of something?" Tim asks. The implications of the response are sprawling by itself, but if the contents are referencing something Bernard's already seen...

"Well, it's just. The first video was pictures, right? And people take photos of stuff they wanna remember so, like. To be seen is to be remembered?"

"That... Makes sense." Tim murmurs.

"Yeah, but it doesn't explain what the rest is about."

"One step at a time. If the people in the first video are our messengers, and they're concerned with being remembered, then I think we should be looking for more information on who they are."

"Right. So I should pull out the clues that reference them, and we can go over those next?

"Sounds like a plan."

[espighty]

All of this could have been avoided if Narinder could just say “Morning.” like a normal person.

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[leclerity]

Two truths and a lie, you tell yourself as you enter the club.

The bouncer does a passable salute as you walk past him, giving him the slightest breeze of a hand across his waist.

One: You are not looking to score tonight, by either of the definitions.

Your eyes adapt to the darkness interrupted by the flashing of the lights in a distant room as you get your stamp, the worker asking you questions about your night you give half-assed answers to.

Two: You will stick with your friends, do what they want to do, and end the night at their side.

Boys move past you as you walk through them, giving them enough time to part of their own volition – and they all do, for the price of a smile and a tempting look.

Three: You will not corrupt.

You reach your friends and they lead you to the table in the back, where drugs are scattered amongst the drinks. You take a pill, knowing whatever it is, it’s bound to be good – and you feel the buzz in your system, the colours intensifying, and the feeling of detachment from the floor pouring over you.

Already, you are looking out. The crowd is full tonight and the room reeks of sweat, spilled drinks, of the needs and the wants and people who are looking for someone to spend the night with, to bury their sorrows or sins in. You lick the rim of the drink you’d taken off the table, saltyiness sending shivers down your spine.

Lights flash, then slow down, illuminating each corner of the room. The room tenses—the beat is about to drop—and the spirit of the night reveals itself as your sight lands on a pretty boy with a recognisable face, and phones pointed in his direction.

A sense of elation—a rush of adrenaline—washes over you. He doesn’t look your way, not yet, but you know where the night is about to take you.

Plot twist, you chuckle to yourself. Those were all lies.

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[nick-cassidy]

frederik vest on testing with Cadillac

📸: Charly Lopez

“But at some point, you have to continue driving,” said Vesti. “I can’t just sit on the bench as a reserve driver in Formula 1. I really want to be driving. That’s why I did Spa with AMG. It’s why I’m here with Cadillac and will be next year in IMSA.”

“So I’m used to the somehow spoiled world of Formula 2 and Formula 3 where you are the center of everything as a driver,” he said. “Here it’s a lot more the driver’s job to be improving and I think Earl [Bamber] is a good example of someone who is extremely professional and who has done this for a lot of years and is just very good at understanding how to improve.”

“So I need to shift my mindset a bit from having everything done for me in F2 and starting to be proactive and knowing in which direction I need to look to improve myself.”

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[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Dawn

I am back because i got home from work and I got no chill! :D @spotaus

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Okay. So why this one? Because i realised it was a while since i wrote a drabble from Horror's point of view and that is criminal and it is a great excuse for me to showcase some stuff from the quiet and very observing sockets of Horror! (also gives me an excuse to not think about the drabble order i got now and that thought i messed it up a bit which I need to think of a solution for)

Ready? Let's go!

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Horror makes sure to carefully close the door to the greenhouse. It is still early but he is used to those.

He enjoys the cool fresh air as he walks towards the house, small basket filled with fresh monster food. Horror is happy he got permission from Crop to harvest the plants in there for their meals.

He quietly opens the door and listens for a moment. He saw Cross leave the farm a little while ago to do his own morning workouts and by the sounds of it the other three are still asleep.

Which is good because he needs his own sleep. Horror knows very well that Dust is the one to wake up with Nightmare if something bothers him in his sleep.

He found the two of them awake and reading a book one too many times for Horror to believe they just had an allnighter.

Horror likes being up early. Maybe strange for him but he got used to it in his old universe. The best time to check his traps and search for food had been in the very early morning, or very late night depending on how you look at it, as most people would be asleep.

It is a leftover habit and he just kept going with it when he joined Nightmare's gang.

He puts the food away in all the right places and goes about getting the ingredients for todays breakfast. He notices the fresh milk and eggs and the choice is obvious. Some pancakes would be great.

He starts preparing the ingredients as he takes the time to measure it all. The milk makes him chuckle.

Watching Cross realises there was a cow had been funny. Finding Cross in a tree shaking with a cow under it had been hilarious. Crop ahd been apologetic as he explained that his cow, Betty (Killer had mutters "of course it is claled betty") was aparently mischievious.

Horror had his doubts but Cross swore that the cow would know when he left the farmhouse. That the cow would stand at the edge of her field and stare at him.

Cross did not go to the east side of the farm anymore. aparently that was Betty's territory in his mind.

Nightmare liked petting Betty however so you have your ups and downs.

Horror mixes the ingredients slowly but surely. Thinking about Nightmare, "Shouldn't you still be in bed?"

silence before a soft mutter "Not tired anymore."

Horror chuckles as he shoots Nightmare a look. He looks fully awake and adorable in his new wool sweater. Horror grins "God powers?"

Nightmare shrugs "I mean probably. I never needed sleep before. that is still new." They hadn't really noticed anything that could be connected to Nightmare's godhood at the moment. Maybe it had gone domant, at least that was Cross's guess. Dust just thinks Nightmare's magic is now focussed on healing instead of weird god shenenigans.

Speaking of healing! Horror gives him a stern look "bandages?"

Nightmare rolls his eye lights but mutters his answer "All still in place and good. Killer replaced them after the bath last night,"

Horror nods. With that secured he relaxes abit "Want to help?"

Nightmare is already by his side and stands on his tiptoes. Horror chuckles as he gives him a look "Need a chair?" he would offer a stepstool but the chair is more stable for him.

Nightmare looks at the counter annoyed before nodding his agreement. Horror grabs a chair and puts it near the counter. Nightmare climbs it easily.

Horror really wants to pick him up but they do have the rule that inside Nightmare should walk around himself to carefully train his spine. It is still much to early to already start carrying him. Horror knows that if any of them start they won't stop.

Nightmare reaches for the ingredients, some fruits for inside the pancakes, before pausing and staring at his sweater.

Nightmare has been very careful with his new gifted clothes. Horror himself is also very careful with the set of clothes Dust got him.

Horror frowns at the food he is making. He really hopes he can quickly find soemthing to do here to earn money. At the moment only Dust has something and it is starting to show, even Killer seems to be getting annoyed with himself over it.

Until now Horror and Cross helped around on Crop's farm. Which he was happy to do as it only seemed fair as a way to repay Crop for letting them stay. Horror has also been learning the basics about farming, farmland and farmwork from Crop. It is still a lot and not everything sticks in his skull, probably falling out of that hole. But he is getting better at it. He hopes with this Crop can maybe get the news out that both of them are more than willing to help around with heavy duty work and get a bit of cash flow.

Killer... Killer has a very specific set of skills. Sadly not specifically useful on a farm. Even if he is great with the animals and can herd pretty much anything, which is very useful but well. Most people won't let you near their animals unless they trust you and Killer is Killer.

Horror just feels bad that Dust is pretty much still Ngihtmare's main caretaker, got the rough end with the backstory they settled on, and has to deal with work to get cash. Only to spend all of it on them all.

Horror can see it is starting to wear him down. He just hopes they can figure out how to balance everything better.

It is another reason he loves these mornings. Because morning time means Dust, and Killer, both sleep in and Horror gets time to supervise their babybones. Horror adores the time wiht Nightmare. Especially when alone because then others don't watch them nervously the whole time.

It is exhausting to be seen as something dangerous even if he knows it is true. It is why they mean so much to him, they never treated him like that. None of them did.

A glance confirms that Nightmare has carefuly rolled up the sleeves and is taking extra care with cutting the fruits, using one of the duller knives which won't be able to cut bone. Horror turns back to getting everything else ready. He has to concentrate to push his intent into the food. He wants them to enjoy and like it. Feel the things he can't say to them.

Horror knows what he wants and feels but also knows none of them are ready to hear it. Horror has known that from the moment he realised what he felt was. The curse of being the only emotional stable one.

He still remembers all the way back near the start of them meeting and chuckles to himself. they did not get along at all.

Nightmare immediantly looks up "What is funny?" he looks adorably confused.

Horror thinks for a moment "Remember when you brought me in?"

Nightmare blinks before giving a slow nod "Yeah... I had hoped you would calm Killer and Dust."

Horror chuckles "Can't believe you thought i could do that."

Ngihtmare shrugs as he finishes up his task and just sits normally on the chair "I mean... It worked." his hands find the glass of juise Horror got him.

Horror pauses for a moment before nodding. Nightmare is kinda right with that one. It hadn't worked right away but he made it work. Mostly because he had had a lot of motivation.

Nightmare, still a fully active god at that point, had offered him that he would slowly but surely fix the food problem in his universe in trade for his service, something about it being too severe for him to be able to instantly fix but if Horror worked for him he would work on it. Horror had figured Nightmare had known about his little weird immortality situation with his own universe's core and accepted.

Turns out he just wanted him to fix whatever had been going on with Killer and Dust. Because they would fight. Constantly. And those two got very close to killing each other a few times.

Horror had eventually managed to somehow form a connection and bond with Killer. It had been rather easy and Horror was able to become friends with him over coworkers. Eventually find him not just annoying but funny. And later think fondly of his antics.

Dust took longer. Which had been a combination of Dust just being an introvert and not looking for connections or at least not in the way that made that clear to Horror. And well Horror heard bits and pieces of what Dust had done and had honestly been disgusted with the idea that Dust just murdered his whole universe and his own brother. Just to fight one human? Just to end a timeloop?

It was well after he managed to get them to stop, or at least contain the damage of, their fighting. Well after he started working for Nightmare more permanently that Horror realised how the multiverse worked.

And how fucking unfair it was.

Because aparently? stupid fate or some shit? That decided how your universe worked. His would always have ended up with a famine and starvation. Killer would always lose control and be controlled, abused and used by the human. Cross would always be the end of his universe. Dust... Dust would always have to kill his universe. No matter what he tried or solution he tried.

It wasn't until later Horror learned that Dust had tried everything. Multiple times. That Dust had learned to play multiple musical instruments in the time of resets. That he had learned to cook, and tinker. He master chemistry. Everything in the hopes it could give him a solution.

But the fates had already decided his ending, much like for all of them there was only one ending possible for them. And in the end locked him in a dead AU make by his own hands when no other options was left. Just like all of them had been.

Horror has to admit it took him a long time to get Dust to admit those things to him. Msotly because Horror had been standoffish before and that he accidentally gave Killer advice to treat Dust like one of the many stray cats he interact with.

He hadn't specifically said that. horror had just told Killer that maybe Dust would like Killer more, or at all, if Killer learned to respect his boundaries. Horror had mentioned how Killer could learn each cat's limits so why not Dust?

Worst part was that it actually worked.

Horror rubs his face "I give him cat advice." his voice sounds pained. Dust had been so mad at them both.

Nightmare nods "I remember. Dust left for three weeks." he snorts "which really is very catlike..." more thoughtful "And then you two got mad at me for not telling you where he went." He blinks and shrugs as he drinks from his orange juice.

Horror ignores the cat comment as he looks at Nightmare "Why didn't you tell us?" Dust had actually been recruited to help Nightmare with the balance. Something Horror only started to do after helping Killer and Dust be less homicidal.

Nightmare blinks at him wiht those wide sockets "I didn't want to force any of you... If you wanted to leave..." he speaks softer and softer "I wasn't going to stop you if you wanted to leave... if you didn't want to stay..."

Horror frowns and picks Nightmare up. He embraces him and hums "I am sorry we left..."

Nightmare shrugs as he pushes clsoer to him "You came back..."

hah... yeah they did. Much like Dust did all that time ago. He was gone for a few weeks before returning after killing Ink bringing back one of his fucking sketchbooks as proof. Obviously killing Ink does little in the long run but it was quite the powermove. Dust had glared at them daring to say anything. Killer of course had muttered something about Dust bringing back a kill much like a cat.

Horror is still not sure how he managed to stop Dust from Killing Killer that day.

Horror puts Nightmare at the table and gets a small yogurt and fruit snack ready for him. Just so he can eat a tiny bit. See how his magic will handle food today. Nightmare starts eating it when offered and that is a good sign. Means his magic is actually sending out the signal that it needs food today.

Horror goes back to flipping pancakes. Horror tries to stay in the here and now but his injury makes his mind likely to wander. and with already having been thinking about them.

He still remembers one of the early missions, after Horror learned about fates cruel games. Dust had still acted the same but Horror had tried to be more friendly. He had been close to giving up on it as clearly it wasn't working as Dust was still standoffish. Only for Dust to pull him out of the way of an attack from Ink, getting hit instead.

Later Horror had demanded why he did that and Dust had just shrugged. He hadn't had an answer for him. It confused Horror to no end. Horror was immortal because of that fact that his magic had been used in the core and bonded to that. Meaning as long as the core in his universe was fine he would return to life.

The gang had known this and Horror knew that Dust knew this. And yet. Dust had heard all of that and looked at the large monster Horror had become saw soemthing worth protecting. Something that needed protection.

Horror thinks he fell a little bit in love that day.

Much like how one day Horror just realised he couldn't stand the idea of not being near Killer or never seeing him again. That even if Killer could be annoying that he didn't wish him any pain or harm.

How it warmed his soul that Killer, and Cross later, would hide behidn him. Seeing him as someone safe that would protect them. See him as someone trustworthy.

Cross, so eager to please and desperate for affection and affirmation. but once he relaxed so smart and funny. Loyal and always ready to help...

But now is not the time to try and see what any of them thought or felt. They are dealing wiht a lot at the moment and they need to concentrate with trying to make staying here work.

The front door opens and Cross walks in quietly. He sneaks a glance at them and smiles when Horror catching him looking. Cross waves to Nightmare "Hey guys. All good?"

Horror nods "Nightmare helped." he flips another pancake as Nightmare drinks his juice with a smug little smile.

Cross grins "Good to hear. I will quickly get cleaned up and help. Dust and Killer?"

Nightmare hums "Still asleep." and he sips his juice again.

Cross nods "Good to know. be back in a bit" and he goes towards the bathroom. The pipes groan softly as Cross no doubt turns on the shower.

Horror finishes the last pancake and gets to wrok on getting the drinks and coffee ready.

Another day for them to figure out how this will work. Horror is just happy they are all here, everything else can wait as long as they stick together.

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[shakingparadigm]

hey guys do we fw ivan till luka and hyunwoo in a boy idol unit

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 8

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: Sylus myth mentioned, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1424

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus enjoys a karaoke bar, especially if he's got access to you for a duet. You tease him but you'll always join him, hanging onto his arm and letting loose, and he sometimes falters over the words because he's too busy watching your face.

Still, this is good too. You've set up the game system that the doctor bought for his base, presenting it with a sigh. 'You won't know the right one.'

He'd been a little insulted, but he'd acquiesced, in the end the doctor knows gaming better than he does. It's never appealed to him, and he's never had real time to try. A sing-a-long game is loading up, yelling out 'let's sing' loudly from the speaker system.

You'd presented it to him with the doctor, beaming, "You'll like this one, I promise!"

The fish had groaned from the sofa, "Why do we all have to suffer the crow's crooning?"

As much as you've teased him for being out of tune, you've always encouraged him. He can't count how many times you've asked him to hum for you. Lay against his chest, and unable to sleep for nightmares.

The reason for the at-home karaoke session, are the cocktails that Luke has decided he wants to try making. Kieran is his primary test dummy, and if anything doesn't make him spit it straight back out. You're trying them.

It's ill advised… Sylus knows you're not a light weight, but he does know you and the twins can get competitive. It feels like it's only moments before you start doing shots together, and if that happens he's bound to get dragged in, and as quick healing as he is, he doesn't fancy driving anyone anywhere. Nor does he want to get into a taxi with someone he doesn't trust. Not with you and the twins.

He needs you safe.

He also blames you for Luke’s new hobby, you’d showed them some movies, made comments about how stylish a good bartender is, (He hadn’t filed that information away, to practice. At all.), and Luke had taken that as a challenge.

“It can’t be that hard.”

“Yeah! You can do it bro!”

You’d laughed and not thought anything of it. They’d gone out, and returned with… boxes.

Then raided his alcohol supply.

He’d dragged them both back by the scruff of the neck when they went for the very expensive top shelf. In no world were they mixing that with… was that moonshine? Where did they even get moonshine from?

He doesn’t see you drunk often, there are times you’re out in busy places because you feel you have to attend, and he’s seen you drink then to soften the anxiety and stress. You always call someone to be there then, drunk you is far more willing to rely on others. He also has seen you drink when you feel safe, has carried you on his arm more than once in those situations.

You apologise but there’s no need, especially when he gets to see the embarrassed but enamoured look on your face as he holds you in one arm. Your fingers drifting over the veins in his bicep, with a look he can only describe as hungry. He flexes a little more than he needs to on those occasions.

(There was one time you’d made a comment about beef clod, and he had truly not known how to respond.)

He can see you getting to that point now, you’re trying something green that you and Kieran are sipping from the same glass with separate straws. Luke is taking his turn at the microphone, singing something about what he wants for Christmas. Sylus is unsure if the radioactive green drink is good for either of you, but you don’t look sick, still. He’s wary, and flicks your forehead. As you put a hand to the targeted area, pulling away with an offended ‘Oi’, he grabs the glass and sips from your straw.

“Aww, Boss come on.”

It’s… not as bad as he expected, but he can’t imagine drinking it for fun.

Whether his taste buds are ‘broken’ like you’ve claimed before, and its somehow worse than he tastes, he still doesn’t feel good about putting it back in either your’s or Kieran’s hands. So he downs it.

Wrinkling his nose and pushing the glass away.

Before you can grab another concoction, now that Luke is back and shoving something else onto his brother, (He’s going to have to hide the key to the liquor cabinet he thinks, if this becomes a long standing hobby for them.), he pulls you over to the karaoke machine. “It’s our turn kitten, I’m owed a song for saving you from a terrible fate.”

Your tongue is out at him, but you stumble over grabbing his arm to steady yourself, and pick up the controller to find something you both know well enough to get through it with little effort.

His song repertoire has grown substantially since you’ve reentered his life, he feels confident that anything you sing to often he has memorised. Catalogued away to think about on nights you’re not here to sing for him.

When you’re satisfied, lining up a particular choice, you thrust the microphone into his hand, that’s not currently steadying you at the waist.

You look right at him when the song starts, familiar with some things enough to sing them blindfolded, and as tipsy as you are, with your voice wavering a little, he’s as starstruck as he always is.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow, You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, And I don’t want to go home right now.”

There’s moments in his life, where Sylus wonders if he blinks, will you disappear? A fragile illusion on a wishful soul. That someone, somewhere has truly seen into him and seen something worth adoring and loving. He thinks you are easy to love, there can be no doubt that you are worthy without the need to earn it.

“And all I can taste is this moment, And all I can breathe is your life.”

You have reminded him, again and again that you love him, that he does not need to pay for it, or gift for it. That everything that is offered is freely given, and wholehearted. That there is nothing to earn. It is not a transaction, no relationship should be. You do not keep score, and you would rather he did not either.

“And sooner or later it’s over, I just don’t want to miss you tonight.”

It still leaves him with the feeling that in seconds he could wake up, in a cold cave, surrounded by gems he no longer sees beauty in, in a world where he is nothing but broken horns and lost family.

“And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand, When everything’s meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

He loves you, he loves his life with you, and he is so scared-

Your hands move to his cheeks, his voice halts, wavering and pausing. Blinking at you. The microphone is out of your hands and you stretch up as tall as you can pressing a kiss to his eyelids. He almost drops his own, hand tightening on your waist. You sing just for him, lips at his cheek now, and his breath escapes in a long exhale, shaking.

You are his, you are his, you are his.

When his heart wavers, yours is there, keeping it beating, in time to a song only you can hear.

He is yours, he is yours, he is yours.

“I just want you to know who I am.”

He lifts you into his arms, and he sings with you, game forgotten because it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters. If you are happy, he is happy, and he is so very happy with you in his arms.

If he wakes up tomorrow and you are not here, he will find you anywhere. He has done it before, and he will do it for the rest of time, because you are the one who sees him.

And later, when you are laughing and stumbling through his bedroom door, trying to pull away from the uncontrolled kisses he plants on your skin, tickling you and nipping, he will swear into your skin that he will always see you too.

Whoever you choose to be.

[localgardenweed]

Completely forgot to share this edit a few days ago but working on their club portrait

[kingofanemptyworld]

I’m still thinking about Umemiya’s team as well as everyone else involved in the AU but! For now! Take our beloved blushy boy!

Current Team:

Absol (Partner Pokemon)

Riolu

Eevee

Togepi

Pichu

To address the obvious theme here: friendship. Yes, they’re also all adorable and Sakura deserves cute things, but primarily they’re a good representation of his canon-typical character growth — as in, you’re going to see these babies evolve at crucial moments during Sakura’s journey, and almost exclusively to show he’s opened his heart to another traveling companion.

And then there’s Absol, my personal favorite misunderstood Pokemon. A so-called harbinger of disaster who’s actually vital to preventing loss of life and resources. It’s my favorite pick for Sakura because it’s just so damn fitting for who he is and how his friends come to see him.

I’m leaving the last spot open for now but I’m leaning towards having him run into Type: Null at some point (don’t ask me how, this is all vibes and no plot at this point). It’s another friendship evolution so it’s especially good for this line-up, plus I appreciate that its in-game relevance lines up with Sakura’s canon themes again.

[gomzdrawfr]

me when no internet: drawing in pain cuz no music or ref

me when internet: want draw but too tired

[ccomilk]

[ID: Leo from RotTMNT lying on his bed, reading a Jupiter Jim comic and looking unimpressed at the viewer. He’s bathed in blue light from the fairylights canopying his bed. End ID.]

drew leo this time!!

[connor-rk800]

A Bloodhound’s Rehabilitation

The Final Chapter is up!!

A slow burn RK1K story that follows the immediate aftermath of the game, including Hank, Alice, Gavin, post-revolution Jericho, character-based shenanigans, and an exploration of Connor’s guilt and identity. It's about found family, grief, love in perilous times, and putting Connor through the fucking wringer all for him to finally feel like he deserves the peace he gets in the end.

Tags: Hank Anderson & Connor, Markus/Connor, Gavin Reed & Connor, Alice Williams & Connor

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55689172/chapters/141363133

[rookflower]

ok yeah I finished the graphic novel and while I agree there's some pacing issues in here (starting around once they go to fight brokenstar) honestly they did such a fantastic job with what they had. I think basically all of my issues are with the original series or the inevitable pains of adaptation/presumed series mandates and limited page count