#trolled too hard i guess

[gorillaxyz]

MOMMY NOT MAD AT YOU L ♥️

[pinklotushere]

If you're feeling heroes

Infinite Realms: Danny Phantom x DC x Marvel AU

Ok Background set-up:

Tim Drake, convinced that Bruce Wayne is still alive, leaves Gotham to search for him, following the path of what he believes are key "historical events." His journey takes him to the desert, where he and his friends discover mysterious runes.

But instead of death befalling his team, the runes turn out to be a veil between dimensions, and they are accidentally sucked into the Infinite Realms—a multiversal space where ghosts, spirits, and lost souls wander.

>>> The Infinite Realms:

The Infinite Realms are vast, uncharted, and connected to every universe, spanning an infinite number of realities.

It's a place of eternal unrest for souls who can not settle, their energy scattered across the realms.

Ghost King Danny phantom oversees this expanse, helping souls who are unable to find peace. His primary task is to evaluate and guide the dead, but things get complicated when some souls have unstable or underdeveloped cores, making them restless or dangerous.

Meanwhile, Vlad Masters (Plasmius) has been secretly aiding Ra’s al Ghul in the mortal world, providing ectoplasm (which functions as Lazarus water in this universe) to Ra’s, in exchange for the loyalty of Ra’s dead assassins. Vlad’s ultimate goal? To usurp Danny and take the throne of the Infinite Realms for himself.

On the other side of the multiverse, thanos snaps his fingers and 50% of the people turns to dust , Peter Parker and half of humanity has been sucked into the soul stone, they dont die though,It just causes a ripple in the fabric of the multiverse, their souls arrive in the Infinite Realms.

but Peter’s left deeply resentful, confused, and struggling with an unstable core

Someone, either Frostbite or Clockwork, takes notice of Peter’s arrival and brings him to Danny for evaluation. As usual, Danny’s focus is on making sure the new arrivals don’t cause trouble, which is complicated by his deep dislike of paperwork (he’s great at physics and biochem, but don’t ask him about statistics).

Danny is swamped with the paperwork for new arrivals when Peter walks in. His appearance is unexpected—he looks like someone who should have settled, but instead, his core is unsteady and kn the verge of chattering.

Peter’s unhelpful attitude only complicates things further. Danny is immediately concerned.

Peter, a genius by nature, peeks at Danny's paperwork and recognises the problem with Danny's administrative mess and offers a solution. Danny, impressed and possibly a bit desperate, hires Peter on the spot to help with the duties of the Ghost Zone.

As things progress, Peter grows more comfortable in the Ghost Zone, though he’s reluctant to fully settle.

Danny starts offering him more and more outrageous jobs in an attempt to keep Peter nearby and help with his unstable core.

What starts as offering him a simple assistant job escalates into more absurd roles—secretary, concubine, king regent, you name it.

Danny will do anything to keep Peter around because he feels Peter’s the key to fixing the realms—and his heart.

Peter, while impressed by Danny's devotion, is wary of the increasingly bizarre proposals. His love language, however, is acts of service, and he appreciates the lengths Danny is willing to go to help him.

Meanwhile, Tim Drake is trying to blend in with the League of Assassins' ghosts in order to track down clues about Bruce.

He quickly learns that Vlad is controlling the assassins, and, much to his disbelief, Plasmius wants to dethrone Danny.

Tim has access to Danny’s historical records, and after sneaking into the archives (probably under Clockwork’s watchful eye), he realizes that Danny is by far the best leader the Infinite Realms have seen in millennia.

Tim starts to believe in Danny’s leadership—and in his own chance to make a difference.

Tim's plan is an easy two steps:

1. Break the assassins free from Vlad’s control.

2. Go to Danny and explain Vlad’s plans, hoping Danny will be indebted and help him return home to Gotham. But, Tim, ever the tactician, also knows that if he takes down Vlad, he could demand Bruce’s return as part of the bargain.

Tim’s plan goes awry when he’s blasted with ectoplasm during an altercation, which leaves him vulnerable to the strange aura of the realms. His life force begins to drain, and he’s rushed to Frostbite’s domain for care. Panic sets in because his plan isn’t completed, and the pressure causes him to blurt out that he’s come to propose a deal to Danny. But he fumbles the words, not realizing what he’s implying.

The misunderstanding spirals out of control. Tim believes he’s asking Danny for an alliance, but Danny’s court interprets this as Tim proposing marriage. In a frantic attempt to clarify things, Danny blurts out that he’s already in a courtship—with Peter.

Tim, confused but intrigued, takes one look at Peter (the “pretty boy” in question) and casually says, “I don’t mind sharing.”

In the Infinite Realms, relationships of this nature are binding—and the realms themselves interpret Tim’s words as consent to begin the courtship process. Now, Danny is trapped in a situation where, if he doesn't follow through with the courtship (and marriage), his core could shatter, causing the Realms to collapse.

Danny, now trying to keep his new “court” intact, is caught in an increasingly complicated political and personal web. He has to decide his feelings for both Peter and Tim while also trying to maintain control of the Infinite Realms. The Ghost Zone’s stability is at stake, and there’s the looming threat of Vlad’s power grab.

As the stakes get higher, Tim, Peter, and Danny form an unlikely alliance. Tim continues to investigate Vlad’s manipulation of the assassins, and Peter starts to use his genius to help stabilize Danny’s leadership—and potentially help them figure out a way to stop Vlad. And danny? Danny falls hard

[boobachu]

I have plenty of fun within reason! I don't think being stupid and silly is something to be proud of!! Though it is a nice ms paint doodle.

dog time AKA the only reason i've been managing not to overwork myself

[foldingfittedsheets]

I was a pretty sickly kid. I'm a pretty sickly adult too I guess. But one of the issues I had was constant ear infections. I almost went deaf because I just had near continuous swelling and inflammation going on. I had tubes in my ears twice because they fell out the first time.

If you're unfamiliar that's where they put a tiny gauge in your inner ear to help force it open. It's meant to stop water getting trapped back there. I had to put wax in my ears before contact with pools, baths, showers, anything, for years, to prevent water from slinking through that narrow channel and festering long enough to spawn bacteria.

It was miserable. To this day my inner ear is blighted with so much scar tissue that every single ear exam the doctor goes, "Woah." You never want to hear a doctor say woah. It's never good.

Eventually my constant rounds of antibiotics and misery was pinned on my tonsils. A doctor declared there was just too much ick hiding out in there and they had to go. I was about five or six at the time. Having surgery as a little kid is already pretty scary but I was determined to be brave. I'd already had vacuum suction tools used on my inner ear weekly a practice so painful it's banned now. I was also promised a coveted troll dinosaur for good behavior.

So I walked tremulously into the hospital to have an organ removed. By all accounts I comported myself admirably. Afterward I was coming out of anesthesia quite slowly. The nurse was carrying me back to my parents when I rasped a whispery, "Knock knock," at her.

She paused and looked down at me, "What?"

A little stronger I repeated, "Knock knock."

She was shocked her tiny patient was trying to tell a joke while higher than a kite but dutifully said, "Who's there?"

"Adam," I said in a wavery little voice.

She leaned closer to hear me, "Adam who?"

I bellowed through my raw throat, still freshly bleeding from surgery, "Adam my way, I'm gettin' outta here!"

The nurse had to stop she was laughing so hard and she was in hysterics when she delivered me back to me parents, repeating the whole episode to them, turning their anxiety into delight that their doped up child was a comedy genius.

No one knew where I'd learned the joke, but it was a staple story throughout my childhood.

[maxverstappendefender]

baked goods // cl16 smau

description: baker!reader x cl16 (charles falls in love with a baker in italy)

tw: google translated french

face claim: madeline argy + random pictures from pinterest

a/n: this isn’t really winter themed but oh well. can’t believe this is my first time writing for charles! i don't own any photos used. part of my december fic series called winter in the fast lane

masterlist

winter in the fast lane masterlist

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yourbakery: whipping up some new things that i'm definitely excited to share with you all!

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clfan: SPOTTED - charles leclerc seen in italy signing some things and leaving a local bakery!

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user5: he looks so good

user6: the black jacket is superior

user7: a bakery?! what is this man doing at a bakery

↳ user8: who cares what he's doing at a bakery. look at the smile on his face!!!

↳ user9: who's got him smiling like that smh

user10: he better not be getting anything sweet at that bakery, we need all the help we can get this weekend at monza

↳ user11: FORZA FERRARIIIII

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youruser: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I JUST MET THAT MAN.

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user13: WHAT MAN?!?!

user14: casual y/n freakout

↳ user15: calmest crash out ever

↳ user16: prettiest crash out ever

user17: WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT

user18: i fear y/n is me

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youruser: swam with man.

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user20: now tell me you see who's in the likes too

user21: WHAT MAN LADY

user22: who are we talking about.

user23: never been so confused

user24: TELL ME WHAT MAN

user25: charles what are you doing here

↳ charles_leclerc: just scoping it out

↳ user26: what is happening

↳ user27: what in the crossover episode

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charles_leclerc: went to a bakery and won a race - coincidence? i think not.

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yourbakery: definitely not a coincidence

↳ user28: i feel like i'm intruding

user29: now i don't want to sound crazy, but who took the picture on the last slide

↳ user30: literally what i'm saying

↳ user31: probably joris or andrea

↳ user32: or y/n. she went swimming with a man according to her instagram

↳ user33: OH MY GODDDD

carlossainz55: i don't think it was the stuff you bought at the bakery that was your good luck charm

↳ user34: what does this sneaky man know

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youruser: went to a grand prix ✅ went on a scavenger hunt ✅ had help baking some delicious cookies ✅

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user35: she knows about the speculation with charles lmao

↳ user36: she's just trolling at this point

↳ user37: unless she's not

user38: soft launching is so lame, just hard launch!

↳ youruser: where's the fun in that?

↳ user39: her hard launch is the first photo.

scuderiaferrari: forza ferarri

↳ youruser: sempre!!

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charles_leclerc: heard soft launching was lame

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youruser: CHARLES

↳ user40: someone's sleeping on the couch lmaooo

user41: WHAT.

user42: well, couldve seen that coming

youruser: was it necessary to tag me omfggg

↳ charles_leclerc: of course, mon porte-bonheur (my good luck charm)

↳ user43: HE CALLS HER HIS GOOD LUCK CHARM

↳ user44: probably due to him winning monza when she was there

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youruser: guess we're hard launching?

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user45: they're so cute together

charles_leclerc: glad i went into that bakery a few months ago

↳ youruser: i appreciate your business.

↳ user46: she's so unserious

carlossainz55: girl, we have the same boyfriend.

↳ maxverstappen: hey girly! i know you don't know me but... i think he's cheating on you

↳ pierregasly: ladies, ladies! enough fighting! he's mine, try harder next time 💋

↳ landonorris: well, this is awkward since he's actually married to me with 3 kids 😊

↳ youruser: i knew i was the side ho smh

↳ charles_leclerc: what did i just witness

↳ user47: poor charles

↳ user48: more like poor y/n

[another-lost-mc]

I would like to imagine that my MC recently got a reversible octupus plushie she got from human world when she visited home. The demon brothers notices the new plushie in MC's room but did not care about it until they saw it changed to the angry face.

Now, everyone of them is frantic, including Luci but his prideful self decides to keep it cool.

Who in the Devildom made MC mad? Asmo and Levi is crying. Mammon is pacing around the common room. Luci, Satan, and Belphie are seething. Beel lost his appetite.

They did not notice anything while at RAD, or when the residents from Purgatory Hall visited.

Was it because Beel ate MC's pudding, when she specifically said that she's keeping it because she will eat it as a midnight snack?

Was it Levi when he *asked* MC to watch new anime season installment, for 3 nights in a row?

Or Satan when he spam messaged MC with cat pictures?

Spoiler- It was actually Solomon who switched it to angry just to troll the demon brothers and MC though that it was not a big deal anyway 🤣

a/n: I want one of those plushies too, they're so cute.

when mc has a reversible mood plushie | the demon brothers

0.5k words| sfw | gn!reader

cw: a bit of mischevious sleep/dream stuff in belphie's section.

They freak out when they see your plushie is turned to the angry side and assume you're unhappy. One day they peek in your room to talk to you. They spot the little octopus plushie laying on your bed and it's flipped back to the happy side again. Yay! But wait, what did they do to make you so happy in the first place?!

Lucifer thinks that you liked all the extra time you spent helping him with some student council business this week. You complained at the time, but was that a ruse to hide how much you enjoyed his company as much as he secretly enjoyed yours?

Mammon thinks you're his good luck charm and wouldn't you know it, he just hit it big at the casino. He has a few outstanding bills to pay off, but first he's gonna buy you something nice!

Levi gave you some extra gacha capsule toys he had duplicates of. He wasn't even sure if you liked that anime, but maybe he guessed your favourite character by accident. (After this, he's going to give you a lot of little gifts featuring a particular character whose name you don't even remember, but he looks so excited to give them to you that you can't refuse.)

Satan thinks about the books he's lent you recently and assumes curling on the sofa with a good book solved all your problems. He loves those particular books and now he's certain that you love them too. Of course you did, who else knows your taste in literature or anything else better than him? He can't wait to talk to you about them in more detail later.

The only thing Asmo can think of is that you realized a selfie of you two together on Devilgram started trending before he even noticed. Well, he's going to be taking your picture a lot more from now on. It's adorable how camera-shy you are, but he promises to keep most of them private for only the two of you to enjoy. ♡

Beel avoided a meltdown last night when the buffet he took you to threatened to cut him off. He tries really hard to keep his hunger in check when you go out together, so you must be really proud of him! Maybe he'll pick up a few dozen cupcakes at Madam Scream's as a thank-you gift...

Belphie could tell you were feeling stressed last night. His brothers just don't know how to leave you alone, do they? They bother you with their foolishness and you're too nice to say no (even though he knows your grumpy little octopus friend is a warning to them all if they don't get the hint). If he made you a little drowsy after dinner so you could go to bed early and get a good night's sleep, that's his business. He thought he was careful not to leave a trace when he visited your dreams last night too, but maybe you knew he was there all along? Well, he's happiest when he can spend time with you, awake or asleep, so it makes sense you feel the same way.

[starguardianniom]

Asaba Harumasa canon facts

Like I promised here's my post about stuff I learned about Harumasa from Section 6, curtesy of Yanagi, I swear her conversations and trust events are gonna be more about her coworkers than herself and honestly I am fine with that as long as I get more info on Harumasa, and she happily delivered.

For starters, whatever Harumasa drinks is very bitter, Soukaku learned the hard way.

OH MY GOSH!!! That's so troll even for him. HAHAHAHA!!! On the other hand it means Harumasa isn't even 30 years old yet, and if he means it took 3 years off that means he also probably is under 27 years old... Good to know.

Well duh of course she would.

Oh wow, Harumasa took half an hour to calm Soukaku down from his bad joke and had to swear several times that he would live to 3 digits until she calmed down. Dawwww, even he apologizes when going too far and does his best to make it up to Soukaku, such a big brother energy, a trolling one but also he still cares.

Summed up very well by Yanagi. Harumasa is a really good person even if he slacks off and tease people a lot. Though I guess the " but still..." at the end says that she would wish he would stop teasing Soukaku like that probably. But I love my lazy troll regardless. <3

Fact number 2 about Harumasa, he's apparently the only one who can sing well among section 6, so he's the one send when they do karaokés with section 5. No really.

Apparently Section 6 and 5 don't get along too well if Harumasa's joke about them having a bone to pick with them in Virtual Revenge is any indication, and to remedy that their bosses have both sections have karaoké events sometimes. Interesting~

Does that means Miyabi only sings old songs that nobody knows? And Soukaku sings songs from her tribe, nice. Too bad they aren't on the playlists.

Understatement, her singing is horrible, even Elfy wasn't impressed.

You mean you had Harumasa sings at every karaoke events while the rest of you were cheering for him or something, for real? He is probably fed up of being the only reliable person in the group for this kind of thing, makes me wonder if section 5 are good singers. But i would love to hear Harumasa sing. <3

So yeah so far those are little facts about Harumasa from Section 6, to all Harumasa fans out there on this site, I'll keep you updated about info about him, I plan to pull for him and Miyabi. Wish me luck! And now because I can and I will I will do like Harumasa and call Yanagi Tsukishiro from now on only.

I will now make posts about both Billy and Harumasa from now on, you are warned. These boys are everything to me and I'll tell you all about them and dragging you all down with me in their fanclubs. <3

Bonus (feat Miyabi fact) :

Here's what I got when choosing Miyabi's coffee drinking habits:

Dang, that's a terrifying superpower. Miyabi is a monster (affectionate).

Same here.

Ok and?

For realsies?

Don't laugh you broke her. Dang. It's called achievment in ignorance, you can do it as long as you don't know about it, but the moment you learn about it you suddently can't do it anymore.

[thewertsearch]

PCG: SO YOU DIDN'T REMEMBER SEEING THIS FROG WHEN YOU WERE A KID AT ALL? ?GG: no, it completely slipped my mind

I’m not surprised; it was the notoriously scatterbrained Dream Jade who encountered this frog, after all. She probably thought it was another Skaian illusion, and dismissed it out of hand.

PCG: HOW DID SHE GET YOU TO REMEMBER? […] ?GG: well, like it was before ?GG: the choices she gives you seem to have to do with facing mortality ?GG: and making it clear if you choose one path over another it will lead to your death ?GG: and that your death may even be necessary to accomplish a goal FGA: Yes Ive Inferred Their Ultimata Are All Personalized Variations On The Presentation Of Such Dilemmas

Well, that certainly fits Davesprite’s Deringer situation - and Alt!John’s encounter with his Denizen ended in his death, so I guess the implication is that he made a Choice, too.

What about Kanaya, though? She didn't accept her Denizen's terms; if she had, would she have died as well?

Let's try and think this one through. If we roll with my theory that she was asked to ensure the trolls were responsible custodians of their universe, she’d probably have had to deal with the Players who wouldn't let that happen. That means taking on Eridan, at the very least, which could easily have turned violent. Maybe they'd kill each other, just like in the Alpha Timeline - but since Kanaya agreed to die, she wouldn't be walking away from this one as a rainbow drinker. She'd be gone for good.

In this scenario, the trolls would have their Final Frog, and presumably, their universe would have been less problematic as a result. They might actually have been able to enter this iteration of their universe - not as tyrants, but as bad-tempered custodians. Grim auxiliatrices, if you will.

What about Doomed John, then? Kanaya’s statement implies that he could have chosen to live, but how is that possible in a doomed timeline?

Well, maybe Typheus offered to un-doom John's timeline, promoting it to the new Alpha - and at the same time, he explained Davesprite's importance to the original Alpha, making it clear that preserving the current timeline would retroactively erase everything that was 'supposed' to happen. John could have sacrificed the future to preserve his present - but ultimately, he chose to die, so that countless others would live.

Alright, I think I’m starting to break these Choices wide open. Let’s try and puzzle out Davesprite’s first Choice, then – the one he made in his original timeline, and implicitly rejected by fleeing.

By abandoning Hephaestus, Future Dave chose to live – so if he’d heard his Denizen out, he would have had to die. Perhaps his offer was similar to Doomed John’s - Hephaestus could have 'repaired' his entire session, allowing Future Rose to win it, but she’d have to win it entirely alone.

He fled, though, so he survived, instead of his session. Sounds like if you reject your Denizen’s terms, you live, and if you accept them, you die...

?GG: that is not really what made this hard ?GG: i mean ?GG: nobody wants to die of course ?GG: but at least… ?GG: that is a clear thing

...and Jade accepted her Choice.

Oh, no.

[24hlevi]

— THE IDOL

itoshi rin x male!reader

summary: y/n is a famous pop idol, and rin is his biggest fan. what happens when y/n announces his brand new album "mood swings in this order" along with a tour to be held later in the year? surely, nothing too bad. right?

warnings/tags: language, nsfw implications (cum is said)

wc: 2.6 k

chapter one of the PAPARAZZI series

Being a pop star was difficult at times. From dealing with promotions, tours, and interviews, to crazy fans, trolls, and stalkers. But, none of that fazed you. Should it? Compared to some other idols, you went through a bit more than others, purely because of you embracing your sexuality in both the romance aspect and the performance aspect. You weren't afraid to do crazy concepts that would make fans turn and hate on the idol immediately. You definitely weren't afraid to express how you liked men, and while that may have caused a ruckus during your debut, it all worked out in the end somehow.

At the current moment, you were doing a photo shoot for your new album that you were soon to release the first single for. You had been taking photos for at least two hours, and you were getting irritated by the photographer telling you to do the same pose you’d already done fifteen times. After one last shot, you clasped your hands together.

“Can we take ten?” You said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

Murmurs of yes and thank gods came from the staff at your words, and everyone immediately split off into different areas of the house. With a sigh, you got up off the bed and walked outside where the balcony was, looking down at your backup dancers practicing the routine.

“So, how do we feel about the shoot, Y/n?”

You turned your head to see your assistant and best friend, Mikage Reo standing beside you. “Well, I’ve been taking the same photos for hours, how would you feel?”

Reo chuckled and nodded. “I know.” He followed your gaze towards the dancers before speaking more. “How do you feel about the choreo? Is it too hard? Do I need to make any adjustments? Do you not like any of the backup dancers?”

“Reo,” You said, placing both your hands on his shoulders. “Everything is fine, I swear. As long as things don't go shitty, everything will work out amazingly.” You reassured him.

Reo sighed and nodded again. “I guess,” he said. “I just want this album to be your biggest yet, and that's what Anri wants as well. She’s been super stressed recently trying to put all this together.”

“I understand,” You acknowledged, removing your hands from his shoulders. “But everything is going to be fine, stop worrying so much.”

“Okay,” He sighed again and nodded.

Meanwhile, your manager, Anri was dealing with a big problem with some of the other staff.

“What the fuck do you mean?” The woman spat out angrily at their social media manager.

“Look,” They handed Anri the phone.

She looked at the picture and her eyes went wide. “Has this hit the public yet?”

“Yes.”

“Shit,” Anri cursed, handing the phone back. “We have to tell him.”

“Are you serious?” The social media manager looked at her with shock. “What if it causes a breakdown of some kind?”

“He can deal with it. Follow me.” Anri told them, starting to walk to where you and Reo were.

“Y/n!” Anri called your name. “We have a big problem!”

You and Reo both turned to look at Anri speed walking towards you two, making you look at her in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“This.” Anri shoved the photo in your face. “What the hell were you thinking going to a club with Ryusei and having this happen?!”

Looking at the photo, your eyes widened at the image. “I thought- he told me he deleted it!” You defended.

“And you believed him?!” Anri exclaimed. “Y/n, this is already trending on all social media, and not in a good way. You and Ryusei are not together. But now that everyone has seen this image, it's chaotic. His management isn't responding and either we have to say it's not real or you admit it and we pray this doesn't fuck anything up. So what do you want to do?”

“I guess I should admit-”

“We’ll say it's fake,” Reo cut you off before you could finish, making you look at him with confusion. “This will damage everything if we say that it's real. Can you imagine what the public will think? How are we supposed to hold a tour when they have seen someone's fucking cum on his face?”

“It’s not like Ryusei is some stranger,” You said.

“It’s still not good, Y/n,” Reo replied. “We have to say it’s fake, and hope his management says the same thing.”

“This is the best decision, Y/n,” Anri told you. “This also means you cannot see Ryusei anymore, he is going to damage your whole career if you go out with him again. Do you understand?”

You felt cornered. It was rare for Reo to take this kind of side in things, and it made you feel like you were being cornered into doing what they thought was best. While, usually they were right in matters like this. It was like you had no real control over anything anymore. With a short nod, you responded. “I understand.”

“Good, now get back to finishing the shoot while I figure out how to deal with this,” Anri said before walking back inside the house.

As soon as Anri was out of hearing distance, Reo quickly turned to you. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“What?” You asked, looking back at him. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“You look like a whore!” Reo whisper-yelled to you. “Do you understand that? This is not good! Ryusei is going to ruin this whole album! You need to stop seeing him!”

You stared at your friend in slight shock. Yet, you knew he was right. Consistently time after time again Shidou Ryusei has done something to fuck over your reputation leaving you to rebuild it again and again. But, you couldn’t stop seeing him. It was hard. But, you had to stop now. “Okay,” You said quietly, nodding your head.

“Now let’s get back to the shoot,” Reo said, grabbing your arm and pulling you along with him back inside the house.

You sat back down on the bed, adjusting your robe as the photographer came back and stood in front of the bed. You stared at the camera with what they later called a “killer look” that you should’ve had from the very beginning in your debut album. But, they didn’t understand what that look really meant. Not even Reo, who had been your best friend since you two were in middle school. They said the distant look in your eyes was perfect for the album, but they didn’t realize that this was going to end up being just the beginning of things. It was just that no one knew it yet. Not even you.

…

“Y/n, wake up,” Reo’s voice woke you up as he opened the curtains of your room.

You groaned lightly, covering your face with your hands as Reo sighed, walking over to you.

“Come on, you have to get up. We have to talk with PR,” He said, handing you a cup of coffee.

“Oh, great,” You mumbled, sitting up and taking the coffee from him. “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”

“Not yet,” Reo shook his head. “Ryusei’s management finally responded an hour ago.”

“What did they say?” You asked, taking a sip of your coffee after.

“Well, they are with us on saying the picture was fake,” Reo started. “Which is good, but…”

“But?” You tilted your head to the side.

“But, they also want to say it’s for your concept of this album,” Reo finished.

“What?” You questioned.

“Anri already told them how terrible of an idea that is so hopefully that won’t happen. But, it’s obvious Ryusei is trying to work his way around things. You must not let him, do you understand?” Reo told you.

You nodded your head slowly. “I understand.”

“Good, now get up.”

…

After finishing the long meeting with your PR team, you were finally able to go back home. You sat at the pool with a drink in your hand, sunglasses on with your eyes closed when you heard footsteps approach you.

“Yo! Y/n!”

You opened your eyes and turned your head to see your best dancer for your career so far, Hyoma Chigiri. “Chigiri! What’s up?” You replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“Do you wanna go out tonight?” Chigiri asked you. “There’s this new club I checked out last week and it was killer. You should come with me tonight.”

“Will Ryusei be there? I’m not really allowed to hang around him anymore.” You said, stirring the straw around in your drink.

“Nope,” Chigiri shook his head. “But who knows! Maybe you’ll meet someone better.” He smiled.

“True,” You acknowledged with a nod. “Sure, why not?” You eventually answered.

“Awesome, I’ll be here at 8 to pick you up then,” He said, patting your bare shoulder before walking away.

You hummed shortly in response, waving your hand and taking a sip of your drink. Hopefully, this would be nice for you. If not, it at least couldn’t hurt to go out with your friend. You finished your drink in another sip and set it down beside you, putting your arms behind your head as support and closing your eyes again.

…

Chigiri showed up a little late, which you didn’t mind since you weren’t even ready in the first place. You put your shoes on and heard your phone buzz, making you look at it to see Chigiri’s message that he was there. You put your phone in your pocket and left your house, immediately spotting the car near the front gate and you hurried towards it, the cool air freezing through the light materialized shirt you were wearing.

You opened the door and climbed inside the car, seeing Chigiri and he smiled at you.

“Hey! Looking good,” He said to you.

“You too,” You responded, putting the seatbelt on. “So, where’s this place at?”

“Only where the best clubs are,” Chigiri answered, pulling out of your driveway and back onto the road.

“Awesome,” You said, leaning your head against the headrest.

By the time you two arrived, it was half past nine, and the club had just opened at nine. When you stepped out of the car, your eyes squinted at the bright neon lights saying the name of the club that you were unable to read.

“Come on,” Chigiri grabbed your arm and pulled you inside with him.

You were immediately met with the loud booming music and neon lights, making you look around in awe at the place. “This place looks wicked,” You said.

“It is,” Chigiri answered, pulling you along more to get drinks.

While waiting for the drinks, you felt eyes on you. You turned your head to see a man staring at you. He quickly looked away once you noticed his gaze on you, and you watched as one of his friends started talking to him. You looked away when the drinks arrived, and Chigiri took his and went off somewhere, leaving you alone at the bar. You took a sip of the drink and made a sour face.

“Not your taste?”

You turned your head at the voice, seeing the male who was staring at you now standing in front of you. “Not really,” You shook your head. “I like harsher drinks.” You answered.

“Hey! Rufio!” The man called for the bartender, who hurried over to you two. “Get this lovely man here a new drink. Let’s say, a double jack and coke?” He said, glancing over at you for confirmation.

“Yeah, that works,” You nodded your head.

The bartender quickly made the new drink and handed it to you. You took a sip and looked at the male in front of you. “You can sit, if you want,” You offered, gesturing to the chair.

“I was actually going to ask if you wanted to dance,” He said.

“Ah,” You let out. ‘Well, I usually like a drink or two before dancing.”

“But-”

“Hey!” A voice echoed throughout the club.

The man looked away from you and at the younger male approaching the two of you at a fast-paced walk, and he looked terrified.

“What the fuck did I say about you coming back here, huh?!” The younger male exclaimed when he finally reached you two, smacking him in the face.

“I-I’m sorry! I th-thought-”

“Thought what? Get the fuck out!” The male kicked the older man a few times, watching him scurry away.

You stared at the new male in front of you with shock on your face, not knowing entirely what the hell just happened. When he looked at you, his face dropped, making you look at him confused.

“Uhm, do I know you?” You asked politely.

“No,” He shook his head. “But, I know you.” He answered. “You-You’re L/n, Y/n.”

Ah. A fan, great. “Don’t tell anyone, please,” You said quietly, holding your finger up to your lips. “I really just wanted a night out with my friend.”

“I won’t say anything,” He quickly shook his head. “I’m Rin,” He held his hand out to you.

“Nice to meet you, Rin,” You shook his hand.

“Do you maybe wanna dance?” He asked.

Looking at your drink, you took another big sip and set it down, nodding your head and standing up. “Sure.”

Rin grabbed your hand and pulled you with him to the main dancefloor. His hand let go once you both were in the middle of everyone, starting to dance to the electronic music blasting throughout the club. You generally weren’t one for electronic music but you didn’t mind it at the current moment. You felt hands wrap around your waist from behind and a body press against you, turning your head to see Rin towering over you while behind you. His gaze was stuck on you as he moved against you to the rhythm of the music.

He leaned down to your ear and quietly whispered. “Is that your friend over there?”

You followed his eyes to where Chigiri was talking to someone else and started walking towards the exit, and you nodded. “Yeah,” You said.

“Looks like he’s ditching you,” Rin spoke quietly. “Is he your ride?”

You nodded again.

“Hm,” Rin hummed, his hands gripping your sides tightly. “How about you let me take you home?”

You looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and shock. “What?”

“You have no way home now, right?” Rin asked. “You can’t get an Uber cause of your status, and I’m the only one who knows a famous idol is in my club right now. So, I say you have no other choice.”

You stopped dancing by now, his hands keeping you in place as you thought. He was right in all sorts of ways. You couldn’t afford to let anyone else know that you were here, and who knows what would happen if someone took a picture of you out clubbing just after the issue with Ryusei? You were stuck. “Okay,” You nodded.

“Come on,” Rin said as soon as you spoke, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the club through the back entrance where his car was.

You followed him out to the back, mentally praying that you wouldn’t die on this ride back to your house as he opened the passenger side door for you. You hesitated for a split second before getting in the car, letting Rin close it behind you. He got in a few seconds after and started the car.

“So, what way to your house?”

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Sebastian trolling on intercoms, he has this one line where he says he’s stuffing urbanshade’s operatives in the drawers. My req is walking in on Seb stuffing them in the drawers and going, “dude wtff” and then proceeds to help out just because. Then it’s his turn to go “dude. wtf”

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Tags: Mention of dead bodies, gn!reader, can be read as established relationship, bonding over weird activities

Words: 1k

Being constantly on your own meant learning the art of multitasking, managing both the mundane and the ridiculous without complaint or backup. That's one of the first things Sebastian had perfected. No matter how brutal the mission or how complicated the intel, it always came down to doing the dirty work solo. He had a particular distaste for asking for help, especially from the expendables sent by Urbanshade. Not that they could be much help anyway—Sebastian had long suspected that most of them lacked the basic smarts to handle even the simplest tasks.

He once likened them to dogs: you throw them a bone, and instead of catching it, they'd get hit in the face. That mental image gave him an odd sort of satisfaction as he worked.

But today was testing even his limits.

He was crouched over a body, struggling to cram a fully massacred Urbanshade operative into a drawer not designed to hold anything larger than some spare parts and tools. The operative was limp and heavy, their arms and legs flopping uselessly as Sebastian tried, for the third time, to fold them in enough to close the drawer.

He let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes as he shoved a leg into place. “Another day, another operative stuffed in the drawers,” he muttered sarcastically to himself. “I swear, Urbanshade should just invest in bigger cabinets if they want to keep sending these guys.”

He gave the drawer another forceful push, but it stubbornly resisted.

Suddenly, a voice echoed down the corridor. “Sebastian, what the actual—” You appeared in the doorway, your expression a mix of shock and disbelief as you took in the bizarre scene. “What the hell are you doing?”

Sebastian didn’t even look up, his voice steady and dry. “They ran out of closets. And I ran out of patience.” He gave the drawer a final shove, managing to stuff half the operative’s body inside, though one arm still dangled precariously from the side. “You’d think Urbanshade would plan for this, but here we are.”

For a moment, you just stood there, trying to process the absurdity of what you were witnessing. The operative, the drawer, Sebastian’s complete lack of concern—it was all too ridiculous.

“Well…” you sighed after a moment, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I guess I’ll help.”

Sebastian finally looked up, one eyebrow raised in mild surprise. “You’re seriously going to help me?”

“Clearly, you need it,” you replied, stepping forward and rolling up your sleeves. “There’s no way this guy’s fitting without some… creativity.”

Without another word, the two of you got to work. The silence between you was punctuated only by the occasional grunt as you both maneuvered the operative’s limbs into the most unnatural positions possible, trying to make him fit into the narrow space. You had to bend the legs awkwardly, twist the arms into near-impossible angles—it felt like playing a weird game of human Tetris, but the stakes were somehow more absurd.

At one point, the operative’s foot got stuck between the drawer and the frame, and you had to push down hard on his leg while Sebastian yanked at the drawer to create enough space.

“This is not what I signed up for,” you muttered under your breath, gritting your teeth as you pushed with all your strength.

Sebastian grunted in agreement, though there was a faint smirk on his lips. “Welcome to my world.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bending, twisting, and shoving, the drawer slide shut with a satisfying click. Both of you stood back, breathing heavily from the effort, staring at the now-closed drawer that held the awkwardly folded operative.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead and turned to Sebastian, crossing your arms with a smirk. “Dude, what the actual hell.”

Sebastian chuckled, leaning against the drawer with his arms crossed, the faintest glint of amusement in his eyes. “I could say the same to you. You just helped me shove a guy into a drawer.”

“Hey, I wasn’t going to leave you struggling,” you shot back with a shrug. “Besides, if we’re going to survive in this hellhole, we’ve gotta get a little creative, right?”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening slightly. “Fair enough. But I didn’t expect you to jump in so willingly.”

You couldn’t help but grin as you leaned against the wall, crossing your arms. “Well, if I’m being honest, I wasn’t going to pass up on something this ridiculous. I mean, it’s not every day you get to help someone stuff an Urbanshade goon into a drawer.”

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he glanced at the now-closed drawer. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

The two of you stood in companionable silence for a moment, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. It wasn’t the first bizarre thing you’d encountered down here, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but at least you had someone to share the insanity with.

“Well,” you said eventually, pushing off the wall, “since we’ve finished this little project, what’s next? Filing cabinets? Maybe the supply closet?”

Sebastian snorted, straightening up as he stretched his arms. “I think we’ll save that for tomorrow’s entertainment. But hey, if you’re free, I might call you in for backup.”

You rolled your eyes, but the grin on your face remained. “Sure, because I definitely have nothing better to do than help you play hide-the-body with Urbanshade’s finest.”

He shrugged, smirking as he headed toward the door. “It’s either that or sit around waiting for the next crystal hunt. Your choice.”

You followed him out, the tension easing with every step. In a place like this, where the line between sanity and chaos blurred more with each passing day, it was a relief to know that, at the very least, you weren’t facing the madness alone.

“Who knew stuffing people in drawers would be a bonding experience,” you quipped, shooting him a playful look as you walked down the corridor.

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. “You’d be surprised what counts as bonding in this place.”

And with that, the two of you disappeared into the shadows of the facility, ready to fill some more furniture with unnatural stuff.

[cringefortress2]

Finished reading the comics

Gonna cry so hard tonight you can't even imagine

I love everything about how it's done, knowing how little resourses they had. Gonna leave some spoiler thoughts ahead

(old artwork just to make this post a bit more presentable)

Sad that demo literally got no screen time, but I'm happy that he'll be living his best life. Love that he's still living with his ma and eyelander. Love those little details with him and sniper hanging out together, seems like they got a bit closer wich is cool even in a friendly way. But i still feel kina robbed (not blaming this on the creators of the comics though. they really did a great job not only finishing the "big plot", but also managing to at least a bit show us the future of all the characters)

Love the way scout turned out. I always hated him as a person, but now he's kinda..grown? He now takes responsibilities and learns that world doesn't spin around him. And it breaks my heart to realise he only has like about 8 years left to spend with his family until the "scout's death date".

Love how spy, that always seemed the most emotionally "grown-up" still finds a lesson to learn and to change for the loved ones. I love how they showed us his face and not pyro's. Spy hiding his face is a portrayel of him not really trusting people around. So seing him without his mask shows that maybe slowly, but he manages to start opening to the people that he cares about. And hopefully one day he'll finally be able to say out loud that he's scout's father. But it can easily stay off screen

Love Merasmus. I always loved his goofy interactions with soldier and mercs. It always was obvious he'll be trolled for the rest of his life. But I really love that he had at least some time to gain self-esteen, other's respect. And love that at the end he can stay with at least somebody (talking about his roommate Tom Jones, but also soldier I guess). It's silly. And I just love that not everyone has to survive for a happy ending. That's the TF2 vibe in general

And of course I really love Zhanna and Soldier arc. Love them so much and so happy that they got the screen time they deserved. Don't know how to express it, just seeing their emotions, love they show to each other, their kids. Not a big fan of the "And then they married and had kids" trope, but here it feels so sincere. They stayed chaotic and stupid. Love it

Oh, and also Saxton and Maggie's final scene... I love it. Can't put it into words in English since it's already pretty hard for me to translate most of my ideas, so here i'll just leave it be

ALSO I love a lot of things and details about the main plot, but I'm afraid it'll take me a bit too much time to wright all my thoughts about it so to make things short:

I love how they managed to portrait the "eye for an eye" and pointless revenge in here. Through the covers of the chapter. through emotions, moments, the whole concept

Love the fact that mercs are literally the loosers of a big company that didn't even get payed enought without even knowing it. They veren't supposed to play an important role. Yet they did. Just like the game itself did in real life. I love it.

And also of course huge thanks for the artists. This comics was one of the most detailed ones. Huge, a lot of pages, great colors. Maybe it's hard to get used to the new style (especially since some of the characters are reeeaally different from the previous chapters), but i'm glad to see it and see how much time and effort was put in it.

[libraryofolive]

impatience

featuring: neighbour!Choso Kamo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 6.1k

synopsis: You meet your new neighbour, Choso, and his younger brother as they move in across the hall from you. He's your neighbour, and that's all he can be, right? No matter how attractive he might be.

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Being neighbours with Choso Kamo, and his younger brother, Yuji, had always been… interesting, to say the least. You had first met the two when they were moving in across the hall from you - you had almost walked into a box that appeared to have two little legs sticking out from under it.

“Woah, there, little dude. Can you see over that box?” You had asked, worrying about the endless trip hazards that littered the hallway that could be detrimental to the kid’s wellbeing - and the wellbeing of whatever was inside the box.

“Er, not really!” A small voice replied. You looked over the box, seeing a patch of pink hair atop a grinning face that was looking up at you.

“Would you like some help? I’ll carry it for you if you show me where your taking it.”

“Yuji!” A low voice shouted, one you didn’t recognise as belonging to any of your other neighbours. A handsome stranger walked around the corner of the hallway, coming into your view. He was tall, and you could see the outline of his muscles as he gripped a similar box to the one the young boy - presumably Yuji - was carrying, albeit a lot smaller. “I told you not to wander off, and to take the small box, here, switch with me.” The man came closer towards you, and you got a better view of him, his pale skin, some smudged make up around his eyes, with a small face tattoo over the bridge of his nose. He crouched next to Yuji., putting his own smaller box down and taking the bigger box off him.

“’m sorry, Cho, I just wanted to help!” The pink-haired boy sounded deflated.

“I know you did, but I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself, or walk into someone and hurt both of you. Stick to the smaller boxes, okay bud?”

“Okay.” Yuji conceded, the interaction making your heart melt slightly. The man with the face tattoo, who you had continued to admire, with his long dark hair in two pigtails atop his head, turned to you. “I’m sorry, he didn’t crash into you, did he?”

“No, don’t worry, I managed to dodge the little box troll.” The nickname made Yuji giggle slightly, and you looked down at him with a small smile. “Are you guys moving into the building?” You asked the other man.

“Yeah, into 4c.”

“No way, that’s across from me! I guess you guys are my new neighbours.”

“Neighbours, hey? I guess we should introduce ourselves. I’m Choso.” Choso stook his hand out for you to shake, which you accepted, telling him your name. He blushed slightly when your hands made contact. His hand was warm, slightly calloused, and during the whole interaction you got to look deep into his eyes, studying their deep purple hues.

“I’m Yuji!” Yuji added, pulling you out of your moment with Choso. Yuji also stuck his hand out for you to shake, forcing you to pull away from the older man. You took his hand, shaking it hard enough to shake his entire arm with it, exaggerating the shake as if you were a businessman enclosing a million dollar deal.

“Well its nice to meet you, Yuji. And you too, Choso. Would you like some help with all your boxes? I can help you with the bigger ones, if you want. Save your little assistant here the struggle with them.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to, we can manage it ourselves.” Choso scratched the back of his neck.

“I have nothing better to do, so why not get to know my new neighbours?” You smiled brightly, and Choso could have sworn he melted into a puddle right there in the middle of the hall.

“Er, yeah, okay then. We could use a hand. But don’t feel like you have to. Or that you have to help until we’ve moved all of them-”

“Great!” You interrupted, “Yuuji, why don’t you show me where the rest of your boxes are? I’m sure Choso here can handle these two.”

“Okay! Follow me!”

The rest of your afternoon was spent shifting boxes of all sizes into the apartment that had sat empty across from your own. Choso told you that Yuji was his half-brother, and was moving in with him because his Grandad couldn’t look after an energetic five year old anymore, so he finally had an excuse to get a better apartment than his old one.

“Hey, erm, would you like to stay for dinner? As a thank you for helping us. We were going to order some pizza?” Choso asked you quietly as you carried the last of the boxes into his new home. He silently cursed himself at how nervous he sounded - he was just trying to thank you for a kind gesture, for God’s sake. It didn’t matter that seeing the way you interacted with his younger brother, his whole world, had him internally screaming. Or that the glitter in your eye when you laughed had his heart going funny. Or that every time your shirt rode up he couldn’t help but imagining kissing your stomach, his mouth working itself further and further down-

“I’d love to! But er, why don’t we eat it at my place? Save you looking through all these boxes for plates and cups and stuff.”

“We don’t want to intrude-”

“Nonsense! I’d love to have you and my favourite little box troll over, and I’m offering, so you really aren’t intruding. Besides, it’s the neighbourly thing to do, no?” Really, you were just glad to have an excuse to spend more time with the two brothers.

“Pleeeeeease, Cho? I’m too tired to unpack.” Yuji flopped onto the floor, emphasising his point. “I don’t think I can move from this spot.”

”If you can’t move from there, how will you get to her apartment?” Choso responded, appearing to be annoyed at his little brother’s antics, but already you could read him well enough to know that he was only pretending.

“You’ll carry me!” Yuji lifted his head off the floor, giving his brother a toothy grin.

“Oh I will, will I? Maybe I’m too tired to lift anything.”

“Well, if you’re too tired to lift him,” you walked over until you were stood behind Yuji’s head, grabbing his arms and lifting them towards you, “I’ll just have to drag him over!” You started dragging Yuji, who was still lying on the floor, around the apartment, dodging the boxes scattered around as if you were doing an obstacle course. Yuji began laughing wildly, shouting at you to go faster. The whole scene had Choso laughing along with Yuji, and the sound had your face heating up. It was a low, but it sounded like someone had poured liquid joy into it. Yeah, I could get used to hearing that, you thought.

“Okay, okay, we’re not dragging Yuji across the dirty hallway floor. But we will come over for pizza - it’s on me though. It’s supposed to be us thanking you for your help.” You let go of Yuji, who was jumping up off the floor and bouncing excitedly.

“That sounds like a good compromise to me. Look at us, working well together. To my apartment we go!” You dramatically pulled your key out of your pocket dramatically, holding it up to show it off as it was a tool to help you on a mystic adventure.

You led the two boys into your apartment, telling them to make themselves at home. Yuji quickly found his seat on your couch, which he decided would be ‘his spot’ forever. Choso seemed more hesitant to make himself comfortable, but you urged him to sit next to his brother as you went to find some menus for local take-out pizza places.

“What type of pizza do you fancy, box troll?” You asked Yuji as you walked over to the sofa where the brothers sat, handing a menu you found to Choso.

“A big one.”

“A big one? Hungry, are we?”

“I’m starving!” The young boy put his hand to his forehead and dramatically gripped his stomach. You chuckled at this, wondering how the hell this kid could still have such energy levels.

“Well, we can’t have you dying of hunger on us, can we? What would we do with all of your teddies?” Choso tickled Yuji’s side with one hand , making him thrash about.

“Don’t - touch - my - teddies!” Yuji gasped between giggles.

“Okay, okay, I won’t.” Choso stopped his attack on Yuji’s side, “Do you want the same as always, Yuj?”

“Yes please!”

“What do you fancy?” Choso turned to you, bringing his phone out to dial the number of the pizza place.

“Oh, just whatever. I’m not fussy.” The dark-haired man ordered your food, and it arrived pretty quickly. He answered the door when it did arrive, not giving you the chance to hand some cash over to the delivery guy.

“Pizza, pizza, pizza!” Yuji chanted as his older brother carried the pizzas over to your coffee table, placing them down. Yuji dove into his immediately, munching on it happily - it was the quietest you’d seen him all day.

“Thank you, for all your help today.” Choso said sincerely as he ate his own food, sat next to you.

“Don’t worry about it! Just don’t be a stranger, okay? You two are both sweet, I think we could be good friends. And if you try to ignore me, I know where you live.” You truly meant the first part of your words. You had enjoyed spending time with the two brothers today - you didn’t want your relationship with them ending here, just being neighbours who would smile at each other when you occasionally crossed paths coming in and out of the building.

“We won’t. And I think you’re sweet, too.” Your face heated at his comment, “and Yuji just adores you already. I don’t think he’ll ever shut up about you.”

“So friends, not just neighbours?”

“Yeah, friends, not just neighbours.”

It was dark when you were woken up a few weeks later by a blaring noise. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the black your room was coated in. You looked around until you started to comprehend what the noise was - the fire alarm. You groaned, looking at the clock on your bedside table: it read 3:04 AM.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” You mumbled, hopping out of bed and stumbling around in the dark, looking for some sweatpants and slippers to throw on. The fire alarm going off often happened in your building. Over the years you had spent living there, it had become a boy who cried wolf situation. It happened often enough you knew that it was probably a false alarm, which is why you made sure you were covered up and warm before leaving your apartment, shrugging on a jacket on the way out. It didn’t matter if there wasn’t actually a fire, you’d be stood outside for a decent amount of time whilst they investigated what could have caused the alarm to go off, and you did not want to be caught out in just the large tee you had been sleeping in.

You sluggishly made your way down the stairs of the building, a lot of your neighbours in the same half-awake, completely irritated state as you. It was a mutual belief that nothing was really happening, which just made you more confident this was a waste of time. Time that you could have been spent sleeping. You really weren’t in the mood to spend the witching hour out on the street rather than your own cosy bed.

You and the rest of your building made your way outside, and you stood on your phone, praying your WiFi was strong enough to reach the street the building sits on. It was unusually cold for the time of year, making you glad you had thought to grab a jacket. As you looked around, though, you realised not everyone had had the same thought. You heard a wail of your name, which had you turning around as you tried to find the source. You felt something heavy attach itself to your leg, realising what - or rather, who - had called for you.

You picked the pink haired boy up, taking him off your leg and into your arms. Yuji clung to you, wrapping his small arms around your neck and hiding his face into your shoulder. He was sniffling, and you could feel a wet patch forming on your shoulder.

“Oh Yuji,” You said softly, “it’s okay, I promise. This just happens sometimes. I bet it was just a practice.” With your free hand, you rubbed circles onto his back in what you hoped was a soothing motion.

“Yuji? Yuji!” You heard a deep, distressed, yell, the voice quavering slightly.

“It’s okay, Choso! I have him!” You called back, noticing Yuji’s older brother. He had his hair down, and was he shirtless? You couldn’t help but admire his form. His hair fell in a way that framed his face perfectly, and the soft glow of the street lights made it hart to ignore the gentle slope of his abs. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you realised what must have happened - he thought that there really was a fire, grabbed Yuji and got out as quickly as they could. It would explain why you hadn’t seen them on the fire escape, you must have missed them whilst you threw on some extra layers. He must sleep like that, you thought, and Yuji was only in his pyjamas and slippers too. They’d freeze by the time you were let back in the building.

“Yuji, you can’t just run off like that, okay? You need to stay with me when stuff like this happens.” Choso addressed his sibling as he approached the two of you, stroking his pink hair.

“I’m sorry, Cho. Just wanted to make sure Y/N was okay.” Yuji’s teeth chattered slightly as he spoke, and you could feel him shivering in your arms.

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about me, box troll.” You put him down, glad he had at least put some Spiderman slippers on before they left the apartment. You stayed at his eye level, shrugging off your jacket and wrapping it around him. “Keep this on, okay? We don’t want you freezing.”

“Do you know what’s happened? Why did the alarm go off?” Choso asked as he picked Yuji back up, keeping him close. You couldn’t tell if it was to make sure he knew were Yuji was, help calm Yuji down, or try and get some body heat off of the child that was usually a human radiator. You guessed it was probably all three.

“Not for sure, but this happens sometimes. Personally, I think it’s the stoners on the sixth floor that accidentally set it off, but I don’t think there’s a real fire or anything. Which is why I got dressed before getting out.” You gave him a half-assed look, which had him scratching his neck sheepishly with his free hand. The action only brought more attention to his muscles, which you tried hard not to stare at. “But it’s my bad for not warning you guys. It hasn’t happened for a couple months, so I hoped it was over.”

“Thank you for giving Yuji your jacket.” You glanced over at the young boy again, who had now calmed down and was even starting to doze off on his brother’s shoulder.

“Oh, it’s no worries. The little guy needs it more than I do. But are you okay? You must be freezing.”

“I didn’t really stop to think that we might be stood out here for a while. I just grabbed Yuji and got out.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. I wish I could give you something to keep you warm too. Maybe we should huddle like penguins for body heat.” Why the fuck did you just say that? Your face heated as you considering running away and starting a new life where you would never have to see Choso again. But then Choso laughed, and you realised that maybe a life that meant never seeing Choso again might not be preferable, even with how mortified you were currently feeling.

“God, I used to be obsessed with penguins when I was Yuji’s age.” Your embarrassment was soon forgotten after your neighbour’s little confession.

“What?” Your face scrunched in confusion.

“I’m serious. I used to be so obsessed with penguins. I had a giant penguin toy called Waddles, and Happy Feet was my favourite movie.”

“Happy Feet?” You asked him, a disbelieving smile written on your face.

“Yeah, Happy Feet. There was something about that tap dancing penguin. It made me want to learn to tap dance.”

“Hold on, you can’t just drop some Choso lore as wild as this and expect me to comprehend the information immediately. When you were a child, you were obsessed with penguins and tap danced?”

“Wanted to tap dance. I never actually did. Although I did try to copy it from the movie. Keep in mind I was five years old.”

“This is making me see you in a whole new light. I can’t believe this. You, cool emo boy Choso Kamo, wanted to tap dance?”

“Where the hell did you get the idea that I’m cool?”

“Look at you! With your face tattoo, long hair and brooding vibe.”

“I am not cool. My only friend is my little brother. And he’s five, so he has to like me.”

“Wow, I see how it is. I’m stood right here and you just deny our friendship. Wow, I thought you were different. But I guess every emo has to be a loner. I’ll just leave you to enjoy your My Chemical Romance CDs.” Your voice was practically dripping sarcasm, your mouth shaping into a smirk as you spoke.

“How do you know I listen to My Chemical Romance?” Choso looked at you quizzically, making your smirk transform into a beaming grin as you laughed. “Okay okay, I have two friends, and one of them is my younger brother.”

“Much better.” You nodded approvingly, and a comforting silence settled over the two of you. You glanced back at Choso, who was busying himself with fussing over his sleeping brother. His presence seemed to warm you from the inside, so much so you could hardly feel the cold night air, even without your jacket. There was just something about him that had you so… enthralled. Since your first meeting, the two of you had kept running into each other when leaving and entering your shared building, and you had both kept your promise of being friends, not just neighbours. Passing each other in the corridor often turned into full length conversations, and you had even joined him and Yuji for dinner multiple times.

However, a small part of you longed to be more than friends. He was insanely attractive (no one could deny that) but it was also the way his love for his younger brother shone in everything that he did. The way he seemed to notice you were having a bad day from the way you walked down the hallway. The way that you just felt so at ease around him, and you hoped you made him feel the same way. The random comment about his younger self wasn’t that out of place - you often found yourself spilling facts about yourself you had never told anyone before, and he evidently did the same. There was just something so trustworthy about him. He was a comfort, you had realised. Around Choso, you could just be. You didn’t have to think about trying to sound clever, or even bother about your appearance. Even when seeing you sleep deprived, in your pyjama top and sweatpants, you couldn’t bring yourself to fret over your looks, knowing that he really didn’t care. You could just exist and be happy. You could get used to that.

Eventually, you were let back into the building. Yuji was still out cold on Choso’s shoulders, whose arms had gone numb, but he couldn’t bring himself to wake him up so that he could stand and give his arms a break. Choso tucked Yuji straight back into his bed, taking his Spiderman’s slippers and your jacket off. Yuji stirred, but didn’t wake, and clutched onto a worn penguin stuffed animal. As Choso stopped to admire the sight of his younger brother resting comfortably, glad he wasn’t too distressed from the night’s events, three gentle knocks sounded on his front door.

You stood on the other side of it, clutching a kettle and some tea bags in your hands. “It’s decaf tea.” You explained sheepishly, “I thought it might help you warm up. We were stood out there for like an hour, I don’t want you to get sick or anything.”

“Thank you.” Choso said earnestly, stepping to the side to allow you to enter his apartment. You plugged your electric kettle in and filled it with water, leaving it to boil. “Lego Batman or Lego Ninjago?” He asked, showing off the designs on two mugs he pulled out of a cupboard.

“Hm.. I’ll have to go with Batman, I think. I’m guessing they’re Yuji’s?”

“Yeah. I told him he could pick out some stuff for the new apartment when we moved in together, but I’m starting to regret it.”

“You didn’t get any more?”

“Honestly, I didn’t care because I didn’t think we’d have any guests.”

“You really care about Yuji, don’t you?” You asked, wanting to divert the conversation into a more positive topic.

“He’s my little brother, of course I care about him. He’s my entire world, I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“He’s such a little ray of sunshine. You’re great with him.”

“Thank you, seriously. It means a lot.” You let Choso carry on as you poured your now boiled water from your kettle into the mugs, the teabags waiting inside them. “It’s hard. I’d do anything for him, but suddenly caring for him full time has been a shock. I’m still adjusting, I think.”

“I bet. Having a kid is difficult, never mind taking one in almost overnight.”

“Yeah.” There was a pregnant pause, “but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I mean, if I hadn’t taken him in, I never would have met you, would I?” Your hand faltered at that slightly, causing you to spill the hot water.

“Shit!” You exclaimed as some splashed back onto your arm. At least now you could blame your fluster on your injury rather than your neighbour’s words.

“Oh my God, are you okay? Here, run it under the cold tap, I think we have some plasters around.” Choso led you to the sink, turning on the cold water before turning to root through one of his kitchen drawers.

“I’m fine, Cho, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing serious, let me get back to the teas.”

“Don’t be silly, I can’t accept you making me a drink whilst you’re hurt. Besides, I think you’re gonna really want one of these plasters.”

“What makes you say that?”

“They’re Hello Kitty.”

“Hello Kitty? Is this another childhood obsession of yours, along with tap dancing and penguins?”

“It wasn’t tap dancing and penguins, it was just tap dancing penguins, thank you very much. And no, this was another Yuji pick. He says they remind him of his uncle.” You chuckled at that, turning the cold water off and patting your arm dry with a tissue. “Here, let me.” Choso took a hold of your arm, inspecting it in the low light of his kitchen. Him being this close had your breath hitching and muscles tensing.

“Relax, I don’t bite. Promise.” Choso let go of your arm with one hand, only to use it to grab one of the pink plasters from the box and gently apply it to your burn. He itched to press a chaste kiss onto it, as if his kiss would help it heal faster. Kiss it better, like Yuji always demanded. You stood there, in front of his kitchen sink, one of his hands gently gripping your arm, looking into his eyes for a beat too long, as if the two of you were in a daze. You were the first one to break from it, though, clearing your throat and pulling your arm from his hold. It burnt where his fingers had grazed your skin, but not in the painful stinging sensation you felt from your actual burn. This was more like a pleasant tingle, one you wanted to experience more of.

“The teas.” The curt sentence was your attempt at explaining your quick movements, trying to ignore the flash of hurt you saw in your neighbour’s eyes.

“Yeah, the teas. I’ll finish pouring the water, if you grab the milk out of the fridge?” Choso turned away from you, heading back to the counter where the one and a half mugs of tea sat. You did as instructed, and couldn’t help appreciating the domesticity of it all. It didn’t matter that it was almost half four in the morning and that you should really get some sleep before you had to head to work in a few hours. Even the slight pain in your arm didn’t really register, not when you could almost picture doing this every morning, making each other your morning coffees as one of you helped Yuji get ready for the day.

Oh get it together, you mentally scolded yourself, bringing you out of your fantasy, he’s your neighbour, for crying out loud. You’ve only known him a few weeks!

“Er, the milk?” Choso’s voice brought you out of your impending spiral.

“Sorry, just… away with the fairies.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Oh nothing, just how bloody tired I’m going to be tomorrow.”

“Am I keeping you up? Don’t feel like you have to stay or anything.”

“Don’t be stupid - I’m the one that brought the supplies over. If anything, I’m the one keeping you up. You’re the one that will have to deal with a hyperactive child tomorrow.” You handed Choso the milk, and he started pouring it into the mugs.

“At least he got to sleep - oh! Your jacket is in his room, I’ll grab it for you once we’re done with these.” He slid you the Lego Batman cup, as requested. As the two of you drank your drinks, the conversation flowed easily. Choso had put a hoodie on since returning to his apartment, but you couldn’t help but reminisce about his shirtless state. Why did he have to be attractive and a good person and funny? It was unfair, really. Yeah, you thought as you eventually made your way back to your own apartment, you were screwed.

Another couple of weeks passed, yet you found yourself being woken in the middle of the night again. It wasn’t the fire alarm that had woken you this time, though, and it was way too early to have been your actual alarm. You rubbed your eyes, yawning, when you felt two small hands on your arm, shaking it slightly. You shot bolt up right, hitting something on the way up.

“OW!” A child’s voice yelled, and you heard them sniffle, as if they were about to cry. Your head whipped around to where the sound was coming from, and you could see a pink tinge in the darkness of your room.

“Yuji?” You whisper-shouted, dumbfounded. Your bedroom door was wide open, and you could see from your position that your apartment door was also hanging open. Not only that, but you could see directly into Choso and Yuji’s apartment. What the fuck was going on?

“You hurt my head.” Yuji’s voice was small, and you could hear little cries coming from him.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetie, you scared me, that’s all. It was just an accident.” You pulled him off the floor and onto your lap, his back to your chest.

“I forgive you.” The young boy wiped his eyes, and you stroked his hair as you had seen Choso do to calm him down.

“What are you doing here, sweetie? Has something happened?”

“I had something to tell you!” He perked up as he remembered the venture that had brought him into your apartment.

“How did you get in, Yuji?”

“I used the keys!” He fished in his pocket, pulling out a loop of keys. Your spare key, the one you had given Choso two days ago for emergencies and safe keeping. He must have used it to unlock your door, and you guessed the other one was a spare key to his own apartment.

“Why don’t you give me those, and we’ll get you back to bed, yeah?”

“But I had something to tell you!”

“You can tell me whilst we get you to bed again, okay?”

“Okay!” At that, Yuji hopped off your bed and waited expectantly for you to do the same. You did so begrudgingly, really not wanting to leave the comfort of your warm bed. You threw on your slippers as Yuji handed you the keys, and you grabbed his hand with your spare one to walk him across the hall. You made sure to shut your bedroom door behind you, and to close and lock your front one. During this, Yuji told you about a cool fact he had learnt at school that day, something about the Titanic, of all things.

“That’s really interesting, Yuji!” You smiled along as he led you to his bedroom, hopping happily back into his own bed now that his quest had been fulfilled.

“I know! So when I remembered it, I just had to tell you straight away!”

“As cute as that is, Yuji, you can’t just come and wake me up in the middle of the night, okay? We don’t want Choso wondering where you are do we?”

“Are you talking about me?” You turned around, and sure enough, there stood Choso, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Or I guess a better question is what are you doing here?” He aimed that second question at you.

“I, er, urm…” You were stumbling over your words at the sight of him - he was shirtless again, and this time he was just in a pair of boxers.

“I had to tell her my interesting fact, so I went to her apartment!” Yuji answered for you, beaming at his older brother.

“Yeah,” you regained your composure, “so I brought him back here to tuck him safely back into bed. I was just explaining that he can’t just come over in the middle of the night, lest he worry you.”

“But what if I remember something I have to tell you? I might forget it again if I go back to sleep!” Yuji protested.

“Well, why don’t we get you a little notebook where you can write down the things you want to tell me. Then, whenever you see me next, you can read me everything you had to say.” You suggested.

“Can it be a superhero notebook?”

“Yuji-” Choso’s voice was stern, but you interrupted him.

“Of course it can. Now let’s get some sleep, yeah?”

“Okay!” Yuji thought for a minute, “but can you kiss my head better? It still hurts.”

“What happened to his head?” Choso’s voice was full of worry.

“I bumped it with mine when he woke me up - he scared me and I jolted right up.”

“So can you kiss it better? I don’t think I will be able to sleep if you don’t.” You looked at Choso, seeking his approval before you did anything. When he nodded, you pecked Yuji’s forehead.

“Thank you! It doesn’t hurt anymore.” The small boy beamed.

“You’re welcome. Good night, Yuji.”

“Good night!” You and Choso left Yuji’s room, closing the door on your way out.

“I think these are yours. Maybe you should start keeping them somewhere the little guy can’t reach.” You whispered, not wanting to be heard through the door of Yuji’s room.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t believe he did that, and that I didn’t notice until I heard you guys talking.”

“Hey, it’s okay. No harm done, although we might have matching bruises in the morning.” You rubbed your own forehead, which had started throbbing slightly now that the adrenaline of being woken by an intruder in the middle of the night had worn off. You looked away from Choso, suddenly finding the plain wall opposite you the most interesting thing in the world, in an attempt to not stare at his almost bare body. Choso’s whole body blushed when he too realised just what he was wearing, which really wasn’t much.

“Er, it’s warm in my room. I don’t normally spend my time walking around in just my underwear.” He explained.

“Oh yeah, sure.” You nodded at his words, taking in a deep breath. As you let it out though, you started laughing at the awkwardness that lined this conversation.

“What?” Choso looked at you questioningly.

“Oh, nothing. Just never thought that I’d get a hot new neighbour and end up in his apartment during the early hours of the morning, putting his younger brother to bed whilst he’s in his boxers.”

“You think I’m hot?” He asked, and your face heated at your slip-up.

“I didn’t say that.” You tried to laugh it off.

“Yeah you did. If it’s any consolation, I never thought I’d find my beautiful new neighbour putting my little brother to bed in the early hours of the morning.”

“You had to one-up me, didn’t you?” You tried not to show just how badly his compliment affected you, your face near-boiling.

“Why don’t I take you to dinner?” Choso asked.

“As an apology for Yuji sneaking into my apartment to tell me about the Titanic?”

“As a date. But that too.”

“Er, yeah. I mean, um, I’d really like that. Yeah.”

“I’ll text you the details?”

“Yeah. That er, that sounds good.”

“Good.” A bashful silence settled between the two, both of you grinning like idiots at the prospect of a date together, and the idea that your feelings for each other are reciprocated.

“I’m er, gonna head back. Get some sleep.” Your whisper broke the quiet.

“Yeah, obviously.” Choso’s eyes widened slightly as he snapped back into reality. He knew he wouldn’t be getting much sleep, his mind racing with the possibilities of where to take you for a first date. He had imagined it to himself so many times over the past two months or so you had known each other, yet none of his fantasies seemed good enough for the real thing. You both nodded at each other, saying quiet goodbyes and wishing each other a good night and sweet dreams before you departed. When back in the safety of your own apartment, closing and locking your front door, you let out a high pitched squeal, waving your arms around and jumping up and down. You were going on a date with Choso. You were actually going on a fucking date with Choso Kamo. Suddenly, you were very thankful for Yuji’s impatience.

[Chapter 2]

[smilenewfifthyear]

【𝔸𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕝 𝟚𝟘, 𝟙𝟠𝟡𝟝 .】

𝙄, 𝙊𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚…

— Ah, based on all the chatter when you entered the common room, I’m guessing you’re the new fifth year. I’m Ominis. Ominis Gaunt.

— Nice to meet you, Ominis. I’m Smile….

— Smile? hm… what a peculiar name.

𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚,

— Heard you’re defending Hogsmead against trolls… you know there is a such a thing as trying too hard.

𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙,

— I recognise that voice. You’re the new fifth year! Did you just come from the Undercroft? How did you get in there???

— That room’s called the Undercroft? Oh... Well, I was exploring and suddenly round myself a strange passageway-

— Don’t lie to me! No one stumbles upon that room. You breathe a word about this place to anyone and not even your precious Professor Fig will be able to help you!

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚,

— It’s Ironic. When I left home, I vowed to leave the Dark Arts behind and yet here I am.

— Ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed…

Sebastian Sallow: — Between the two of you, I’m starting to feel left out.

— Between the two of us?

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙧,

— What in the world are you suggesting, Smiley? Imperio??

— I’m willing to learn to cast it Ominis… It may be the only way. But I won’t do it unless you agree.

— Do what you have to do, Cast it. Before I change my mind.

— IMPERIO!

𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝,

— Ominis… I…

— Stop! You did what you had to do, and I agreed. It might well have salvaged my friendship with Sebastian for the moment.

— You were right. I do regret casting Imperio. I hope you can forgive me…

𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝,

— Hey… Smiley?

— Huh?

— We are all in your debt for stopping Ranrok and his Loyalists… Thank you.

𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩.

— Whatever lies ahead we must face it together, that I know.

— I will always be here for you, Omi.

— I know we had a bit of a rocky start but you’ve proven yourself … as a friend.

— I’m glad we’re friends…

— and I’m glad you came to Hogwarts.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

• Makeup & Bouquet by @theslytherinies

• Wedding Dress by @silverxstardust

• poses by me and @thatssallowsgirl

• inspiration? @myownweddingpostfromJuly 😅just wanted to redo it now with posemod. hehe

꧁༺.༻꧂

#smilenewfifthyear #hogwartslegacymc #ominisgaunt #hogwartslegacy #sebastiansallow #gaunt #slytherin #sonserina #ominis #ominisgauntsupremacy #sebastiansallowsupremacy #ominisgauntedit #sebastiansallowedit

[inbarfink]

So when I wrote down that Big Undertale Meta Post about how Sans probably doesn’t remember RESETs at all and why that’s cool - I got a lot of responses to the tune of ‘that’s probably canon but I’m still gonna enjoy Sans Remember fics because of the angst’. And, well... first I want to emphasize that those are very good and correct responses! Like ‘I acknowledge might or might not be in the text but I am also gonna explore alternative ideas Because I Enjoy Them’ is a Good Damn Position to have! Transformative Fandom is Transformative on purpose! Engage with the text and it’s various analyses but don’t let it chain your creativity or fun!

It’s just that… all of the people saying that they prefer Sans Remembering ‘for the Angst’ make me think that maybe folks are kinda ignoring the incredible angst potential of Sans NOT remembering.

My original post focused on how cool it is that Sans manages to be so on-top-of-things even though he doesn’t remember anything - but let’s not ignore the fact that this situation is also grim as shit.

Through some mysterious super-science or whatever, Sans has managed to discover that his timeline is being RESET and altered constantly (before the Player came along, Flowey had already managed to basically 100% the entire Underground) and he has no memory of what's going on and what exactly is being altered. 

He knows he might’ve gone through the same day over and over and over again thousand times but he’s simply not aware of it. It’s all the helplessness and lack of forward momentum of a classic timeloop and none of the benefits of memorizing occurrences or acquiring extra information. That’s exactly the thing that drove him into his depressive spiral.

That line always strikes me. It’s like… Sans suspects that without the meddling of capricious immortal time gods, he’d be a much happier and motivated person. But he doesn’t know for sure, because he can’t remember how he was in some distant ‘original timeline’. He is essentially fighting to avenge a version of himself that might not even be real.

Like, yes, it is very impressive and badass how well Sans trained himself to notice every tiny little hint that might indicate that a RESET happened - but it’s impressive because the deck is stacked so heavily against him. And it is very impressive and badass how Sans managed to turn his weaknesses into strengths during his Boss Battle - but it’s impressive because these are usually huge weaknesses. Trying to work to solve a timeloop that you can only infer is going on through context clues is quite a hopeless and desperate mission!

Another bit in the Sans fight that I often think about is his unique reaction if you kill him and then RESET to Fight him again.

With how skilled he is at reading expressions, Sans probably knows what that ‘weird expression’ means, he knows the Player killed him once before and is here to try again. And yet he still goes along with the same attack plan he has, the one he knows killed him in that previous timeline. Why? Because he doesn’t know where the flaw in his plan was exactly, he can’t even begin to guess. So he has no choice but to go along with the plan he knows did kill him, because that’s the only thing he has. 

You know, the thing about Sans, is that he always plays his cards very close to his chest. It’s very hard to tell what exactly he’s thinking. That’s probably why so many people do believe he remembers RESET. If any non-Flowey character remembered RESETs, only Sans would be remotely able to hide it so well. But for me? It makes me wonder how much of his Troll who Knows Too Much persona is a bit of an act as well. 

You know, Sans’ deduction requires some keen observational skills - does he ever second-guess his conclusions? Living on constant high-alert that something has been reversed or that someone knows something they shouldn’t requires fostering a lot of paranoia, and that can’t be healthy for him. Is he ever overcome with doubt on whatever something was really an indication of a timeline RESET or not? How does he feel when he realizes something horrible happened on a previous timeline (for example, his brother dying) but he doesn’t know about the context to feel sure that he can stop it from happening again? 

I also think about it in terms of his relationship to Papyrus in general. Sans tends to hide so many things from Papyrus, especially in timelines where the Player is particularly kill-happy...

In part it’s about his perception that Papyrus’ kindness and pacifism is born from naïveté and thus the only way to preserve it is to hide the cruelty and harshness of the world from him (Undyne also does that). But also, with the paranoia and helplessness Sans lives in every day - is it any wonder that he might believe that ignorance is bliss?

I do truly think it’s beautiful how fandom can experiment with cool non-canon ideas! There are probably so many great emotional angsty ideas tied up to Sans remembering RESETs! I just feel it’ll be a shame if people ignore just how dire and depressing Sans’ canon situation also is!

[zivazivc]

What kind of nu metal music fits Les's band?

First of all I gotta clarify that I sent this ask myself because I accidentally lost the original through constant editing and drafting. I realize I could just make a regular text post but I'm quirky like that, and a question is a nice little attention grabber for those who are interested.

Anyway...

It's hard to point at one song and say this is their sound, because A: I'm picky, B: the band's style changes over time, and C: I don't know what I'm doing lmao

This answer is very long uhh I don't seem to be able to form short responses, mi scusi 😅

Back at home the brothers' music and then also the first year on the road with Flea the band sounds like the albums Music and especially Grassroots by 311. (Grassroots is such a banger of an album, I listen to it all the time, really recommend.)

Hed's the main influence on the band's sound because he's the main vocalist, songwriter and overall the most invested in the band succeeding (Les's main concern is making ends meet, and Flea is just enjoying the ride lol). At the start Hed and Les have had basically no contact with Rock Trolls so even though they're both more metal/punk than regular rock, their "rock side" is softer at this point. Hed also grew up with hip hop because of his peers so there's a lot of rapping in his lyrics. And he also incorporates reggae into his style a lot because of his favorite uncle, Kymani (one of the guys who live with Ish) who is a Reggae Troll. Hed is pretty much a sponge when it comes to music, much like Floyd. The closest I can come to describing his genre is a fusion of Rap Metal and Reggae Rock which are both already fusion genres jskksdjsk

(The band 311 has two singers and oddly they both sound like Hed and Les to me. SA Martinez (the higher of the two voices) sounds 100%, exactly like how I've imagined Hed's voice in my head. For Les I have a different voice claim because Les's personal style of music is much different from the band, but Nick Hexum (the lead vocalist here) is still in the second place when it comes to voice alone. Imagine my enthusiastic surprise finding voices for both brothers in the same band 😄)

examples from the two albums:

...

While driving around and performing small gigs they come in contact with the alternative and nu metal scene and meet a lot of Rock Trolls (mostly various Metal Trolls) and other mixed trolls, and in the following couple of years their sound gradually becomes heavier (Hed rediscovers screamo lol) and they go from rock to metal.

A year into their "touring" is also around the time Hed meets and starts dating Liv and gets her to join the band. Liv's genre has the heaviest sound of all of them (Industrial/EBM), which influences Hed and the band too. And with Liv on the drums, Hed takes over DJ-ing and is also able to put more focus on the vocals, which also makes Les step down and only sing backing vocals with the rest of the band if needed.

The band in this era sounds like the album Revolution by Insolence and to some degree Introduction to Mayhem by Primer 55.

examples from the albums:

...

Two years into the bands existence is when Floyd runs into them. At first he's more just standing there, observing their practices and performances warily, because he's had bad experiences with Rock Trolls in his one year alone and metal music still kinda freaks him out at this point. But he soon starts joining in in melodic parts and then it progresses into him singing longer and longer segments because he has the strongest vocals of everyone. And once he saves enough of his earnings for a guitar he starts playing the rhythm guitar too. (The guitar he took with him when he left the Troll Tree got stolen before he met the band.)

I guess I should clarify: Flea is the lead guitarist, Les is the bassist, and Liv and Hed switch on the drums and DJ-ing depending on the track. At one point they also get a keyboard.

It's also not that long before Hed and Floyd start actively writing songs together, sharing each others notes, and they start to split the singing parts more evenly. Hed even teaches Floyd screamo techniques, because he thinks Floyd has a great voice for them (He is correct, Floyd has a mean scream 😁).

During this time the band still pretty much sounds like Revolution by Insolence but with more melodic singing parts from Floyd (and screaming/shouting lmao). I think Verge of Umbra is another good band to compare, it sounds more clean and Floydy but still Hedy. (Man, I should write scientific research papers skjdkjf)

↑↑↑ song with the lyrics from the drawing at the top

From here on out I'm a bit unsure how the band's sound develops, but I'm pretty sure Floyd would unintentionally infect them with a mild case of radio friendliness (Pop trolls can't help their in your face nature lmao 😞). So for now I'm stopping here...

This took me days of searching and writing so I would appreciate to hear any thoughts you have if you've come this far and given some of the songs a listen. :)

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