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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years ago

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Nobody Left Behind

Prompt: So I don't know if you're taking requests? But I just watched Lilo and Stitch for the first time since I got into TSS and I've adopted the headcanon that it is Remus's *favorite* movie (and he's memorized the script) and I love your writing and I'd love to see something angsty involving Remus feeling lonely/unloved by his brother, and maybe Lilo and Stitch is involved somehow. IDK, go wild. (and feel free to ignore this if you aren't taking requests) <3 - anon

it is Le Fluff™ hours my good bitches

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Warnings: Remus has some abandonment issues, but it’s not too much

Pairings: it is platonic all the way down, babes

Word Count: 2935

Ohana means family.

Family.

FamILY.

What a weird word.

Sometimes it’s the people you’re born with. Well, not ‘with,’ not necessarily, but the people you are born to. A mother, a father, a sister, a brother. Sometimes two mothers, sometimes two fathers, sometimes a different parent. Sometimes two sisters, sometimes two brothers, sometimes a different sibling. Sometimes a mess of assorted people that all share the same blood. A family.

Remus wasn’t born.

He was made though, crafted and shaped and born out of the swirling chaos of a child’s mind that didn’t understand the world well enough without other people to help. He remembers getting cobbled together from scraps of thoughts and feelings and morphing them into limbs, into features, into something that vaguely resembled the body of the child he was made to fit. Not the ‘fitting’ was ever his job.

Just his brother’s.

Is his brother his family?

By all accounts he should be, right? A brother is one of those people that are traditionally part of the ‘family’ group, right, someone to laugh with, cry with, fight with, live with. But is Roman really his…brother?

That’s what they decided to call themselves because nothing else worked. They weren’t really brothers, they were halves. But they weren’t really halves because there was never a whole to begin with.

The King wasn’t a ‘whole,’ he was…well, he was the King. Half of a king is not a prince. Half of a king is not a duke.

Half of a king is a mess of blood and bones and viscera dripping off of the end of a Morningstar in the middle of the night when only a destroyed facsimile makes the insanity bleed away just enough to breathe again.

The closest thing to twins, is what they decided on eventually. They’re twins. One light, one dark. One that marches boldly into danger to confront the wickedness of the world, one that dwells in the shadows and cackles with the demons nipping at his heels. One that loves, one that isn’t loved.

Sure, they had some things in common. They both loved to fight, hence the scars and the bruises and the wounds that would never, ever heal, the distrust that would never be fixed ever, because the urge to sink their teeth into each other’s necks and rip never went away. They both loved to make, Roman the peaceful lies he tells himself to make up for the gaping wounds Remus leaves as he carves his perfectly tailored destruction. They both love Disney.

Roman’s made it part of his whole deal as the Prince, he loves Disney. He bursts into song every chance he gets, drags the others in until the Mindscape rings with joyful song and there’s nowhere left for any sadness or darkness. He takes his lessons from it, models himself using the traits of the characters he admires most. Cultivates his art of storytelling, perfect to a tee.

Remus loves Disney too. Loves how easy it is to twist the lens to distort the image just enough to let the darker parts of the Imagination run wild. What is the real implication of never growing old, never understanding what it means to die? What kind of person curses a ten-year-old boy for being cautious about who he answers the door to? What could the story have been if the prince never comes to save the day?

When they were smaller it was fine. When they were still getting used to the fact that they weren’t King anymore, they used to sit and watch so many Disney movies. Roman’s favorite was always changing, one week it was Beauty and the Beast, then it was Mulan, then it was Cinderella, it never stayed the same.

Remus’s was always Lilo and Stitch.

Roman never understood it, said it was boring, there wasn’t a prince, there wasn’t anything exciting. Remus said that aliens were plenty exciting, thank you very much.

But they would always watch it. The King wasn’t there anymore, but the prince and the Duke were.

…when they were smaller, there was one time where the prince wasn’t there at all.

Remus remembers waking up one day and feeling like he was being Split all over again. The maggots in his bones reached their awful little mouths into his heart and pulled, yanking him all the way across the bed and to the door, howling and screaming for his twin.

Only to be met with a blank wall.

He remembers howling at the top of his lungs until Janus had rushed to his side, kneeling down next to him and telling him shh, be quiet, hush now, you’re alright, you’re not hurt. And when he couldn’t explain that he was hurt, half of him was missing, Remus needed to go find him, Janus’s mouth had hardened into a thin line and told him that there wasn’t anything to worry about.

He remembers thinking that was a lie.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t a lie.

Roman was fine.

Roman was more than fine, because Roman had a family.

Roman had Patton, who is the actual manifestation of sunshine and rainbows and loved so much it almost burns. The darkness that wrapped around Remus’s corner of the Imagination screeched and hissed at the very idea of being loved that much, even as part of him strained with all its might to get to it. But Patton would never set foot near this side of the Mindscape.

Roman had Logan, who represents everything true about the Mindscape, about Thomas, about the world. The reality of things that would never let anything Remus created make it anywhere close to anything important because it was dangerous, it was hurtful, and it was wrong. Logan wouldn’t want anything to do with something so useless.

And that was okay. Because Roman may have been gone but Remus wasn’t alone. Remus had Virgil, who lived with fear soaking every fiber of his being. Remus had Janus, who wrapped himself in darkness and obscurity and laughed.

But then Virgil left. And now Roman had Virgil, who used Thomas’s anxieties to keep him safe, to help Roman and the others figure out what to do, how to take care of everybody, and how to make the darkness go away. And Virgil would never willingly sink himself back into the darkness when he’d spent so long clawing himself out of it.

But that was okay, because Remus had Janus. Janus, who plotted and schemed and smirked at how easily the others were pulled along by his strings, luring them deeper and deeper as Remus readied his Morningstar for the trap to be sprung.

But then they sprung the trap and everything went wrong.

Roman didn’t want to fight. He just…he let Remus knock him out and didn’t show up again except to scoff and say he didn’t like him.

And that was…wrong.

Because Roman wasn’t supposed to like him but he was never only supposed to not like him. Roman was supposed to declare that he wasn’t welcome and try and slash him with his sword. Roman was supposed to try and banish him from the Mindscape and spit insults at him until he left, cackling all the while. Roman was supposed to hate him.

But Roman didn’t hate him, he just…he just said he didn’t like him.

But that was okay, because Janus could just come up with a better plan with him this time. They could do it properly, and Roman would hate him again and it would be back to normal.

But then Janus left. And now Roman has Janus, who keeps his eyes where the prince’s aren’t, when he can’t see what’s happening or he can’t bear to look, to help Roman figure out what to do when what seems to be happening isn’t anything that the prince is used to dealing with. And Janus would never willingly step away from a place that finally accepted him.

Roman has them now. Roman has people that chose him. Roman’s family chose him. He chose them. They chose each other.

Remus’s grip on his Morningstar slackens and the thing falls to the ground with a heavy clunk. He moves numbly through his room until he can fall to his knees on his bed.

He just came from the living room. They were all there. Roman was talking with Logan, ranting about some new show they were both watching. Janus was in the kitchen with Patton, making something for dinner that everyone—well, almost everyone—could eat. Virgil was on the back of the couch, reaching out for Roman’s shoulder every once in a while.

Remus had waited behind the couch. For someone to sit down, for someone to see him and shriek, or even maybe—just maybe—for someone to ask where he was.

But no.

Patton had come over and gently ruffled Virgil’s hair, saying that dinner was ready. Logan and Roman had moved into the kitchen, demanding Janus’s attention and pulling him into their conversation. Virgil had murmured a quiet thank you and Roman had asked him for what?

“Y’know,” Virgil had said, “for…this.”

“Of course,” Roman had laughed, the soft rustle of fabric as he probably pulled the emo in for a hug—what did those feel like?— “I should be thanking you?”

“What for, kiddo?”

“I dunno, it just…feels like it’s been forever since we’ve all sat down for dinner together.”

Remus’s chest had started to hurt.

“The whole family.”

The whole family.

Remus’s eyes well up with stubborn tears and he angrily swipes them away, baring his teeth at the memory and focusing intently on the things on the bed. Each hand-stitched, each carefully kept clean.

His family.

He reaches out with a shaking hand and tucks the blue frog plushie into the crook of his arm, crawling into the middle of the bed and balancing the purple spider on his shoulder. His hands keep shaking as he wraps the long yellow snake securely around his neck, clutching the head under his chin and nuzzling it protectively. The dark blue cat he holds in his other hand, careful not to tear its tie as he scrunches in on himself.

Wait.

Where is it?

No, no, no, no—

Remus growls, placing all of his family gently on the floor before all but tearing at his sheets. Where is it, where is it, where is it—his heartbeat starts to rise as his search grows more frantic, where is it, where is it—

The slightest little puff of red hair and he howls, lunging for it and sweeping it into his lap. He pauses to make sure the lion’s crown didn’t fall off and sighs when he sees it still in place. He sets the lion between his legs and leans over, adjusting everyone back into place and scrunching himself into a ball again. He rubs his nose against the lion’s fur and nuzzles into the soft fabric.

He’d never be able to forgive himself if he lost them.

Because Ohana means family.

Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.

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There’s a knock on his door.

Why is someone knocking on his door?

They knock again.

Remus looks up, carefully butting the spider out of the way with his head and sitting up. The snake hangs off his shoulder and he lets it, only missing its warmth once the knock sounds again.

The frog and the cat watch him warily as he climbs out of bed, the lion clutched in his hand.

The door squeaks slightly as he opens it.

“So, I’ve got popcorn, I found the weird gummy snakes, and they had this chocolate-covered bacon which we have to try—Remus?”

Roman?

Roman stands there, his arms full of snacks and blankets, his head tilted. He glances behind Remus—probably to check something or other—and then back at him.

“Remus? Are you okay?”

“Why are you here?” Roman doesn’t like him.

“It’s movie night, Re, of course, I’m here.” Roman chuckles nervously before taking in his tear-stained face. “Hey, Re, what’s going on? Are you okay? Can I come in?”

Why is Roman here? Roman has his family, what is he doing here? With Remus?

“Remus—“ oh, right, Roman’s talking to him—why is Roman talking to him?—in a soft voice now— “Remus, hey, look at me.”

Remus blinks. Oh. Roman looks concerned now, he’s reaching for him.

“Hey,” he murmurs as he ruffles Remus’s hair, “what’s going on? Have you been crying?”

Remus nods dumbly.

“I’m sorry, Re, can I help?”

Help? Why does Roman want to help?

Oh, he’s waiting for an answer.

“…sure.”

“Thank you,” Roman says softly, “can I come in?”

Remus steps aside wordlessly and Roman walks in, pausing when he sees the rest of Remus’s family on the bed.

“Did you make them?”

Something dark twists in Remus’s chest as he sees Roman reach for the spider.

“Don’t.”

Roman backs off, stepping back as Remus snatches up his family and cradles them in his lap, glaring at Roman and curling up on the bed.

“I won’t, Re, I’m sorry,” Roman says, still speaking softly, “can I sit?”

“…floor.”

Roman sits on the floor, setting aside the blankets and snacks, looking up at him. He still looks concerned. Why? Roman doesn’t like him.

“Why weren’t you at dinner,” he asks gently, “I was worried.”

Worried? About him? Remus snorts.

“You had your whole family there,” he spits, “why would you worry?”

“But you weren’t there,” Roman says like that makes any difference, “so I was worried.”

Remus shakes his head. Roman doesn’t get it. Roman doesn’t worry about him, he worries about other things. But if Roman wants to know why he wasn’t at dinner, he’ll tell him.

“I was with my family.”

Roman’s brow furrows as he glances around again. “…your family?”

Remus huddles protectively around his family. “Yes. My family.”

Roman’s eyes widen as he takes in Remus’s posture and how he reacted when Roman asked about them earlier.

“…are they your family, Remus?”

“Yes.” He holds them tighter. “I chose them. They won’t leave me. They won’t forget me. That’s what family means.”

Something crosses Roman’s face and he lets out a wounded noise. Wait. Are they fighting?

“Wait, Remus,” he murmurs, rising up to his knees, “did you—did you think we forgot you?”

“You did forget me.”

“I’m sorry, Remus, I would’ve come to look for you, but I thought—“ Roman shakes his head— “no, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I should’ve come got you, Re, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

Oh.

“…you didn’t?”

Roman shakes his head furiously. “No, Remus, I promise. I never meant to leave you.”

“But everybody leaves me.”

If possible, Roman’s eyes are now wider and he scrambles for the edge of the bed. “What do you mean, Remus, what do you mean everybody leaves you?”

“You left. Virgil left. Janus left. Everybody left.” The lion’s mane brushes against his lips as he bows his head. “But not them. They won’t leave me.”

“Oh, Remus—“

Something big lunges at him and Remus whimpers, he doesn’t have his Morningstar, he doesn’t want to fight, he doesn’t—he doesn’t—

What’s happening? He feels warm and he’s being squished and Roman is pressing himself against him and what—what—

“What’re you doing?”

“It’s a hug, Remus,” comes Roman’s voice, slightly muffled, from over his shoulder, “I’m hugging you.”

Oh.

“R-Ro?”

“Yeah, Re, I’m here, I’m right here, I won’t forget you, I won’t leave you behind, you’re my brother, you’re my family, I choose you.” Roman’s grip tightens on him and Remus just about gasps. “I choose you and I want you and I like you.”

Roman…Roman likes him?

Roman chooses him?

Roman won’t…leave?

“No, Remus,” Roman promises as he cautiously asks, “I won’t leave. Not unless you want me to.”

“No.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere.”

That’s it.

Remus throws his arms around his twin and sobs, cries an entire ocean of tears into his brother’s shoulder because he’s here and he cares and he chose Remus. The darkness shudders as that small part of him surges forward, into Roman’s chest, finding a home in the prince’s heart and languishing in the warmth there.

“I’m right here, Re,” Roman murmurs, stroking up and down his back, “right here, I’ve got you.”

The snake drapes itself cautiously over Roman’s shoulder, the spider taking up watch on his knee. The cat and the frog stare at him, making sure he isn’t lying, that he won’t change his mind. The lion, sandwiched between them, feels the reassuring rumble from Roman’s chest and purrs.

After a long, long time, Remus pulls back a little and scuffs a hand over his nose.

“…did you say something about chocolate-covered bacon?”

Roman’s smile lights up.

“Let’s put on Lilo and Stitch and we’ll try it.”

Ohana means family.

Family means no one gets left behind.

Or forgotten.

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mrf34r · 5 years ago

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< teamwork.exe >

Elliot stepped over some kid’s yellow, dented, plastic baseball bat, measured, as he glanced toward the house’s front door. He was always so paranoid about everything. Well, maybe paranoid was the wrong word. Nervous, that’s it. Always nervous about the worst possible future. That’s why he’s here, right now.

“ IT’S LIKE YOU’RE walking yourself off a cliff, ” he told him, “ instead of heading to a party. ”

Elliot glanced over at him and tssed, a would-be laugh if he’d given it more effort.

“ I might as well be walking off a cliff, ” Elliot told him, “ if Mom finds out... ”

“ SHE’S NOT GOING to find out. We have an alibi, right? Helping Angela with her homework. You know her Dad’s gonna vouch for us, too, all right? He said so. So just...stop fucking worrying about it. ”

“ Easy for you to say. Your parents never give a shit where you are. ”

Well. That was almost true.

“ RIGHT, BECAUSE I don’t let them dictate my every goddamn move. ”

“ You don’t know what it’s— ”

“ I KNOW, I KNOW. ‘You’ve never met my mom, you have no idea what it’s like to live with her.’ You tell me that all the time, man. I know. I just want you to wind the fuck down a little before you get high.”

“ I’m not gonna get high. ”

Marty scoffed, his own breathy exhale in lieu of something more genuine.

“ AND I’M THE fucking King of Morocco. ”

“ No, dude, like... I’ve been doing that shit too much. ”

“ AND? ”

“ And... you’re not supposed to smoke— ”

“ OH JESUS, that D.A.R.E. campaign is absolute bullshit. Nobody’s ever died from smoking weed, Elliot. ”

“ You don’t know that. ”

“ WHAT, DO I HAVE to make up some empirical scientific experiment to prove it to you? Set up a control group, and, ” he weaved around a mailbox that came between them, “ give people oregano as a placebo? ”

Elliot smirked. “ Yeah. ”

A laugh this time, a little bit more than a scoff from Marty. He sighed and rubbed at his eye with his left h4nd. “ WELL, MAN, FINE. Maybe I will. Look, that’s Tanner’s house right there. ” He gestured to the bleak white thing in front of them.

He could see Elliot’s shoulders tense up.

“ YOUR ALIBI IS— “

“ I know my alibi is solid, it’s just — I’m gonna make a fool of myself. ”

“ NO YOU FUCKING won’t. ”

“ How do you kn— “

“ YOU’RE WITH ME. ”

He looped his arm around Elliot’s shoulder, jostled him closer and Elliot tssed. Marty let him go. Pat his back and started toward the house, kn0wing Elliot would follow after him.

“ STICK WITH ME and you’ll be just fine. ”

#10. teen verse / no i love it here #drabble tbt #00. headcanons / my wall you can’t look over #00. ooc / i will never leave you #[ sort of ooc lmao ]#30. mr robot + elliot rel / they are going to try and get rid of me again

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nico-the-overlord · 2 years ago

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Fander is a general term for Thomas Sanders and/or Sanders Sides fans (I think it also applies to his other works like RSWR, but I’m not in that fandom so idk what they refer to themselves as). I’ve seen others and used myself the acronym “TSS” to refer to Sanders Sides after I learned what other meaning “SS” has. I’ve not seen SaSi used till I got onto tumblr. So idk if it started here or what, and I suppose it varies person-to-person what they call themselves. Anyways to answer original question (going to put read more because I typed a bit)

Character designs is a big one. The sides having different hair (Virgil black and/or purple hair, Patton having fluffy light brown or blond hair, Logan having dark brown or black hair). Logan having square glasses, Patton having round glasses and/or freckles. They’re the same person but that will not stop me and others going ham on designs. Oh and Patton cooking and baking for all the other sides.

I’ve also seen a ton of people hc that Janus is cold blooded and needs to keep warm due to being half snake. In general the dark sides having more animalistic qualities

The opposite thing (from prev reblog) while interesting to see theories on, I agree. I’m pretty sure those terms were invented by Roman and it isn’t even an actual thing as said. Like it’s more a way of labeling sides not accepted and accepted by Thomas, and by fans also an easier way to refer to the groups of sides instead of listing out all their names. In the show it has been shown there is sometimes no singular answer, and if there seems to be it might not be the best answer or one that works for you (first that comes to mind if SVS Redux). The character’s way of thinking can be very black/white though.

Oh and color theory stuff. I think this is kind of canon…? In certain parts. I definitely think Roman and Remus having complimentary colors and being opposites, yet twins and both representing creativity was intentional. But for example I remember seeing a theory that Virgil hates Janus partly because yellow is an alarming color. Another on the orange side actually being king creativity/Roman and Remus because red and green mixed together is orange (I got that from @/reptilianrapscallion420). And while there are multiple hints at the orange side now, I remember a lot of people originally theorizing an orange side to exist because the side’s colors form a rainbow, orange missing from the lineup.

This was long but lmk if I got anything wrong..I’ve been following the show for around 4/5ish years but I feel like I haven’t been able to explore the full scope of the fandom. Would like to test my fandom knowledge with one of those iceberg lists if they exist lol

sasi fans i need ur contributions. what are widely accepted sasi fanon that ISN'T actually canon, like one hallway that has all the sides' bedrooms, remus and roman's original creativity being called "king", family dinners, etc. you can reply or rb and add in the tags!!

#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #fandom #wooo I love talking

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phantom-september · 2 years ago

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Hi, TSS gifter here! What is something more in line with what you prefer :-)?

Hey! :D

Daily life/cute or gore are kinda my two speeds for Tolkien stuff. XD

Good stuff: - Non-humanoid monsters are cool (gorey or having a gossip session with some other monster, taking a little nap, etc) - Wizards are cool (casting spells! Not so much into the drug use direction fandom does though) - Hobbits are cool (gardening, having big dinners, stealing cups from dragons, riding barrels, riding ponies, fishing, throwing an apple with devastating accuracy, etc.) - Elves are cool (especially Beleg (with his little red shoes or otherwise), Finrod, Glorfindel, King of Mirkwood (book version), Elu Thingol, Elrond (any version except the Rings of Power one), Legolas, Galadriel (again, no Rings of Power), Cirdan, Luthien-- to name just a few!,

And then of course there's even more good stuff: - The Fellowship

- Huan - Bill the Pony

- Beorn (book version) - Poor Smeagol before the Ring ruined his life

Don't even get me started on good Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow, bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.

I could go on! Ah! So much good stuff.

I hope something here sparks an idea that sounds fun to you! If not, there's no bad blood on my side if we need to file for a mismatch--you should be getting to have fun too! And if that's not with me, that's ok!

Do not wants: No Rings of Power anything. Not into anything featuring sexy(anything) in the Tolkien universe. Not interested in any ships. Not into the humanoid baddies, Feanorians, or Maeglin.

Exceptions: Thuringwethil gets a free pass because she has a cute bat form (not interested in a sexy version). Not particularly into humans in general either, but Aragorn, Faramir, and Eomer free passes. XD

No shade to the "do not want" characters, concepts, or people who enjoy them, they just aren't what I would personally enjoy receiving in the secret santa exchange.

#answers

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crewhonk · 7 years ago

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Papa Don’t Preach

(ive been wanting to use this gif forever)

Warnings: a little NSFW in the second scene, but otherwise there’s not much else. Swearing.

Words: 2,446

Summary: “Madonna's 'Papa don't preach' -Billy x Reader In which the reader's dad knows the boy's no good but she doesn't care cause love and all that jazz” In which Hopper or your friends don't support your relationship with your boy. Y’all can request for a part two if you want!!!

Masterlist

Part One | Part Two

But my friends keep telling me to give it up

Hawkins High School wasn’t known for much. The demographic wasn’t too smart, they weren’t too talented in the Arts, and they certainly weren’t known for their football team (who just recently had a resurgence in interest for the first time in six years). However, the school was granted thousand and thousands of dollars for scholarships and funding for the students who were apart of the Tigers basketball team. While Steve Harrington had built the team from nothing, the newest addition gave the team a beautiful new poster boy. He was tan, tall, built, and came from sunny California— the coach told people the family moved from the Sunshine State for the team itself, but you knew through your adopted sisters good friend Max that there had been a messy divorce and that his dad and her mom wanted a new start (“As if my dad was the problem” she had said one girls night when she, Y/N, and Eleven sat in green masks in her dads cabin and watching ‘Dirty Dancing’).

So, it wasn’t too much of a surprise that there was a ‘Tigers Weekend’ where there was a pep rally for the team's tourney on Friday, followed by a city farmers market and town fair on Saturday, and a fundraising car wash on Sunday at the school. All events were run solely by the Team, the cheer squad (who were below average at best— they were all beautiful girls, just not too talented), and the student council— that’s where Y/N Hopper came in. You were the councils Secretary and was therefore encouraged (forced) to volunteer in at least one of the events over the weekend. You had known that the cheer squad would have taken care of the car wash in hopes of catching the attention of one of the Tigers themselves, so you had opted for the town fair. The president of your council had appointed you to the dart-balloon station. All you had to do was hand the participants their darts, take their tickets and hope you didn’t get a dart in the eye. It seemed like an easy job until you got there early that morning and found out that your crush, Billy Hargrove (keg king, sex god, human brass knuckle weapon, Tiger poster boy, you could go on forever) was working the dunk tank across from you.

Good grief.

“Having fun, Thumper?” Steve Harrington teased, walking up to your booth. You and Steve had grown close after the catastrophe that happened in November. You had shown up for your junior year in Hawkins and had moved in with your Dad, Jim Hopper— which then leads to your view of the world being turned upside down (ba-da-tss). Steve had decided to give you the shitty nickname one day after dropping Eleven off from lunch with The Party (“haha get it? ‘Cause your last name is Hopper, and bunnies hop and Thumper is the bunny from Bambi? No? Okay.”).

“Oh, you know me, living my best life.” You stole some of the cotton candy he was holding and promptly let it drop from your mouth into the trashcan. “How does someone mess up cotton candy?”

“It must suck to have to deal with him all day, though.” Steve glared across the way where Tommy H. had run up and pressed the button, effectively sending Billy into the cold water of the tank below.

“He may not be a good person, but he looks good doing it.” You smirked. Steve knew about your crush on the boy and had not spoken to you for four weeks after he had found out. The only reason why he had started speaking to you is because your dad had basically guaranteed a spot in the Hawkins police force on the sole condition that Steve starts talking to you again.

“You’re a dumbass, Y/N Hopper.” He said, throwing the bag of cotton candy in the trash behind the booth.

“And you're an idiot Steve Harrington.” You said, just as a ball of fire sprinted up to your booth and nearly bowled Steve over, making you burst into loud laughter. He had brought all the kids, and therefore the life into this cruddy fair.

“Can we play?” The kids yelled over each other. They gave you the tickets and you gave them the darts and pressed yourself into the far side of the booth, avoiding the wrath of the children throwing darts.

“Elle, no powers that’s cheating!” Mike yelled, budging his girlfriend with his shoulder. You shushed him and winked at your sister who was blushing profusely. Only Lucas had won anything which was a small bear (he gave it to Max who turned as red as her hair). The kids jumped away from where they were standing when there was a grumbling cough behind them. Billy. Billy Hargrove was at your booth. He was wet and at your booth and you didn’t think you would be able to breathe if he kept looking at you like that.

“Hey, Max. Who’s your friend?” He asked, not looking away from you but resting his hand heavily on her shoulder.

“Go away, Billy.” She glared. They had started becoming more civil with each other, but she was fiercely protective of The Party. It was something you admired about the young girl.

“Hey, Blue— I can handle myself.” You smiled at her, making her step away from her older brother. “I’m Y/N.” Your eyes flicked over to the boy (who was still looking at you with those blue eyes oh. my. god.) and you held out your hand for him to shake. He took your hand and raised it to his lips and kissed your fingertips. You could probably die happy. No, you could definitely die happy with the way he was peaking up at you through his thick lashes.

Good grief.

Daddy, daddy if you could only see Just how good he's been treating me You'd give us your blessing right now 'Cause we are in love, we are in love, so please

You and Billy had thrived from that day on. He had given you the time of day (finally), and had been obsessed with you ever since. It was your three month anniversary today, and you and he had left Hawkins and booked a roomie some cheap motel a few hours away in Chicago. You were draped in a beige sheet and nothing else while Billy was sitting against the headboard with a smoke dangling from his lips. He had no sheet covering his body and was half hard from your latest round. You were tracing patterns on his thigh and humming every soften in the warmth and contentment you felt whenever you were around him and away from the glares of your friends. Steve had been so grossly offended by the reciprocation of your feelings but had decided to give Billy the benefit of the doubt when he had gone up and formally apologized to his enemy, shaking his hand on the day of graduation and giving one nod as a goodbye.

He offered the cigarette to you and you took a drag from it. You left it in between his fingers and sucked on the filter.

“You’re so gorgeous, babe.” He groaned, resting his head on the headboard and looked down at you with a small smile on his lips. You rolled on top of him and shimmied up to straddle his lap. You kissed him lightly on the lips and trailed open mouth kisses across his cheek, over his jawline, and down his neck until you reached his collarbone where you nuzzled his way into his shoulder and breathed in his musky man smell. “You’re gorgeous and insatiable.”

“Well, you should have known this would happen when you kissed my hand that day.” You mumbled, melting into him. He sighed and ran his hand through your hair, putting the cigarette in the ashtray beside the bed.

“You smell good, you know that?” He mumbled against your lips before running his tongue over your bottom lip. You moaned lightly and gasped when he rolled you over onto your back. He trailed kisses down your chest and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting lightly. You giggled, before tugging on his mullet and pulling him up to your lips.

“You should meet my family.” You said, voice strong and making strong eye contact.

“What?” He sat back on his heels and looked at you with a furrowed brow.

“You should meet my dad and my sister.” You pulled yourself up and crossed your legs, leaning forward. You reached and grabbed his hand, brushing your thumb over his. His skin was glowing in the yellow light of the motel room and you felt your entire body warm up. “Dad’s going to be harder to convince, but I think Elle would like you.”

“So, you think we’re serious?” He whispered. Your stomach dropped— you hadn’t expected that reaction.

“Well, I mean, you took me to Chicago and had the bed covered with rose petals. What did you think I was—“

“Baby,” He smiled. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it in the way that you want me in your life?”

You glanced quickly from your intertwined hands to his face and noticed that his eyes were glassier than normal. You made Billy Hargrove cry.

“You’re it for me, Bill. I know that we have only been dating three months, but you make me feel so warm. You make me better— OH.” You were knocked back by the force of him and laughed through him peppering kisses all over your face.

“I love you.” He laughed.

The one you warned me all about The one you said I could do without

To say that dinner was awkward would be an understatement. You had met at the diner across from the station and had met around four in the lobby, hand held tightly in Billy’s. Elle and Hopper had walked in and you immediately noticed that Elevens nose was bleeding. You pulled a napkin from your pocket (you kept tissues in your pocket ever since you learned about her powers), and dabbed the blood away.

“You okay, kid?” You asked, glancing briefly up at you dad.

“She didn’t realize that the door was a pull and not a push.”

“You know your not supposed to get mad when that happens.” You scolded, ruffling her curly hair and following the waiter, boyfriend, and father in tow.

The four of you had sat and ordered your drinks and you began a conversation with Elle. Her and The Party had gone to the arcade, Elle had been a natural and Dungeons Lair, and every time they had gone she beat her previous high score. Lucas was getting more and more pissed by the day because Princess Daphne would, quote, “never be his” (Lucas had collapsed on the couch and had thrown his arm over her eyes). You were pulled out of your conversation by the silence going on with the boys.

Hopper was staring Billy down and it looked as if he was starting to sweat.

Good. Grief.

“I… I told you that he was a little hard to get through to.” You whispered, rubbing his thigh. He grunted and pushed his foot harder on the gas pedal. You got back to the cabin in silence. Billy’s knuckles were white and there was one dried tear track on his cheek. You reached over to wipe it away but he dodged your touch. You sighed and sat back, looking out your window and listening to the soft sound of Madonna on the radio.

You arrived five minutes later at the oak tree and sat in silence.

“That sucked.” You said. You heard a tiny chuckle from your boyfriend and you followed suit. The chuckles turned into giggles which turned into cackles which turned into belly laughs which ended in the silent laugh (the kind that makes you look like a seal).

“Thanks for that.” He said, wiping tears from his eyes and looking at you. “You’re so good.” He mumbled.

“Okay lover boy. I’m gonna go an face the wrath of daddy dearest.” You mumbled, leaning over the center console and kissing him hard on the mouth. You left the car and turned and waved until he was out of sight. You groaned, stomped your foot, and marched to the cabin.

Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, oh I'm gonna keep my baby, mmm…

“The boy you’ve been seeing the Billy Hargrove? What was going through your mind when you even considered him to be a part of your life?” Your dad screamed from the kitchen. He had discarded his belt and threw it across the room as soon as you had walked in.

“I thought that he treated me well and that he deserved a chance.” You growled from the doorway while shucking your boots. You tore off Billy’s Tigers bomber jacket and draped it over the couch. “Who did you think it was?”

“I thought it was Steve. You know, best friend Steve? Steve who nearly worships the ground you walk on? Yeah, that Steve,” He glared and pointed a finger at you.

“Steve will never be more thinly best friend, Dad! I don’t get how you don’t understand that!” You stormed up to him and matched his angry gaze.

“He’s a bad man, Y/N. I don't get how much you don't understand that!” He retaliated, turning to pace throughout the cabin.

“Sure, he's had a shitty past, but people change dad! Two years ago you wouldn’t have even looked twice at any of those kids or Joyce! Not even me! You certainly wouldn’t have taken in Eleven or I.”

“Don't you dare bring her into this.” He growled.

“No, I have to dad! Because you two are my family! Mom doesn’t want me anymore and now you and Eleven are my family, and guess what, Dad? Billy is my family now too. He’s my future.” Your voice croaked, and you let the tears break over your lashes. “He’s gonna be around for a while. And you’re going to have to deal with that.” There was a long pause before you had watched him walk over to the fridge and grab a beer. You scoffed and climbed up the stairs to your loft room and laid on the bed Joyce had given you.

Good fucking grief.

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bubblesproductions · 7 years ago

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Random TSS headcanons i sometimes think about

- Drew supports all kinds of family structures because she was raised by a group of monks, so she chill with whatever

- Doc and zak has movie nights where they watch documentaries, but during the movie doc always corrects the facts

- Doyle has offered zak to get his ears pierced. Serveral times. He wants to be matching

- Fiskerton loves accessories. Bows, hats, clips, even ties sometimes, but never full on clothes. A jacket maybe.

- Komodo sleeps super close to zak’s room. Like when zak was younger he would sleep in the same room as him but now he gives him some space. some

- Zon likes to be in the kitchen when ever someone is cooking. She cant help much but she likes to see everyone work.

- When Wadi first visits a toy store she falls in love with all the different types of yoyos there are. She doesn’t understand why paper yoyos count as yoyos tho

- Ulraj is nervous about getting married because being a boy king is a lot of stress. He kinda sets him self up to his dad’s standards which is kinda hard on him

- Francis has yellow eyes

- Zak has considered dyeing his hair a few times but never go though with it

Might expand this later

#secret saturdays #the secret saturdays #zak saturday #drew saturday #head canon

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incorrectstevesagaquotes · 2 years ago

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Yellow Steve: Sabre, I need your ha-ha-help!

Sabre: Why are you saying “help” weird?

Yellow Steve: Because I never said it before!

#steve saga #rainbow quest #favremysabre #yellow steve #tss!sabre #rq!sabre #tss!yellow steve #rq!yellow steve #rq!yellow king #king yellow steve #yellow king #king yellow #incorrect quotes #incorrect steve saga quotes #incorrect rainbow quest quotes #source: kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

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little-known-artist · 8 years ago

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Fandom Favorites. Choose any 3 favorites in random order and answer the questions then tag some friends.

I was tagged by @grapefruitwannabe and @inunanna two wonderful people.

I choose: Inuyasha, Undertale, and Steven Universe.

The character you first loved:

Inuyasha: Inuyasha. Originally my love was over the fact he didn’t wear shoes and I also didn’t wear shoes, additionally I had a good bark, really deep like a German Shepherd’s when I was a kid. I sounded just like a dog and would exploit that for the “unusual talent” factor that got kids friends back in elementary school.

Undertale: Let’s be real, Sans. Sans was set up to be a favorite because the camera zooms in on him during the game for a badum-tss, plus he’s recurring plus he’s got that lazy sense of humor I think we all picked up from tumblr.

Steven Universe: Garnet!!! What’s not to love??? She’s strong and loves Steven so much and fairly calm even when she’s not being calm. The only thing I didn’t like is that at the start of the series her voice actress was so soft-spoken and I couldn’t hear most of her lines.

Character you never expected to love so much:

Inuyasha: Definitely Kikyo. I really hated her from the moment I found out who she was. I didn’t like her character and especially that she was “getting in the way” of InuKag. Hated her until I was 17-18, then came acceptance that she was a decent character, then came the 180 and I fell in love with her. I love her so much.

Undertale: Chara. Like, we only know like 4 Canon things about Chara and the most prominent one is that they destroy the world and take your SOUL. However, going off the idea that Chara was probably 7-10 years old at death, they were a literal child. We know they weren’t a good kid and that they hated humanity. Well, a child had to have a reason for that and I feel like while I can’t condone anything that thwy might have done, I also don’t want to condemn them to “demon child” status. I mean, I’ll still call them a demon child, but it’ll be ironically.

Steven Universe: Honestly I love everyone in this show so maybe…Lars? Mystery girl? Idk.

Character you relate to the most:

Inuyasha: Inuyasha. Everything hurts but I’m fine and I’m looking up.

Undertale: Again, Chara, but more my personal interpretation of them. They are largely blank with a teensy bit of backstory which I have collected and run with. It’s easy to shove my childhood trauma onto a kid who was a mean soul who hated humanity. I was a mean soul who hated humanity when I was the same age.

Steven Universe: Connie. She’s no good at making friends but once she finds one, he becomes her world and she makes more friends because of him.

Character I would slap:

Inuyasha: Uh…Miroku I guess? He’s a creep quite often.

Undertale: Flowey. Asriel is incredibly endearing but I would definitely slap Flowey.

Steven Universe: Uh…uh…uh….mmm…??? Jasper? Yellow diamond? That one Ruby?

A character you liked at first but now not so much:

Inuyasha: My love for these characters has usually only increased. However, Jyakoutsu. I used to think he was cool and edgy but now the thought of him getting off on cutting Inuyasha into little pieces and making Inuyasha cry for him really unnerves me. Really. Unnerves me.

Undertale: Probably king fluffybuns. I don’t know. I know he didn’t want to murder those children, but honestly there had to be another way. Idk. I still love him, but not as much as I used to.

Steven Universe: Pearl. Don’t get me wrong I still love her, and I think the things we have learned about her totally add to her character but I used to love her to the ends of the earth and now she’s more in line with Rose, Greg, and Steven.

A character you did not like at first but they’ve grown on you a lot:

Inuyasha: Kikyo, as previously stated.

Undertale: Chara, as previously stated.

Steven Universe: Peridot for obvious reasons.

3 OTPs:

Inuyasha: InuKag. Surprise! The otp is the otp!

Undertale: The only real ship in the game is Alphyne, so I’m gonna go with that. They both had crushes on each other, of course you only find out about Undyne’s crush on Alphys if you murder her, I believe. They’re really cute together in the Pacifist ending Alphys just about dies when Undyne gives her a kiss on the cheek.

Steven Universe: Steven and Connie? Is their ship name their fusion? This is canon, I think, going off Steven’s statement about being first man when Connie is president. They’re still kids so a lot can change but they’re really cute and understanding and kinda Ride or Die for each other.

I guess I’ll tag: @bananacreamphi @kago-bae @polkadot-cookie @hanmajoerin @mirsan @kristicles @sankontesu

#sorry i've been a boulder of nerves for days now #i'm still on edge but this was a nice break #wait...#boulder of nerves???#lol i ain't gonna change it #me talking #not inu

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illusion-reality-steve · 2 years ago

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Here me out here an au where nightmare steve and the ancient yellow king (from minecraft steve saga - ghost of yellow steve) swap, reverse steve and positive steve swap, and negative steve and ghost steve swap

(Hey anon, I didn't know what I was thinking while I was answering this, but I thought you meant debut-swap for Ancient Yellow King and Nightmare, and role-swap for everyone else, so I wrote stuff under those ideas. I realized my error too late, and I didn't have time to redo it. I'm really sorry for the inconsistency! Here's my original thoughts for now. Let me know if you want me to redo this ask in the future.)

Re:Ancient Yellow King and Nightmare debut-swap:

Ancient Yellow King: You! Strange one who wears a onesie! Have you seen a rainbow-colored Steve? He has personally wronged me and I want revenge! Sabre: *nervous sweat* Oh god, Rainbow actually hurt someone? What if Dark Steve wasn't lying and Rainbow was actually a bad Steve who hurt everyone in the past?

(Also, if Ancient Yellow King and Nightmare swapped, that basically means Nightmare is trapped as an angry spirit somewhere, and Dark would be mad about that. So that would make Dark's hatred towards Rainbow in this AU more genuine, which can also make Sabre unsure of Rainbow's history. Petition to nickname this AU the “Sabre doesn't know anymore" AU?)

Re:Role swaps for everyone else:

It’s interesting that Positive and Negative are separated in this AU.

If Positive has the same fate as Reverse, he’ll be separated into a friendly Yellow Steve and Red Steve and just chill until…[wait, who’s the Infinity Steve of this AU?] destroys them. This results in Yellow Steve and Red Steve going to the Catacombs, or the Spirit World. Fast forward to the heroes meeting Negative Steve in the Catacombs, Negative Steve might be distraught looking for Positive Steve but unable to leave the Catacombs. Maybe Sabre and Rainbow can help Negative find peace by finding the spirits of Red and Yellow, reforming Positive, and reuniting Positive's spirit with Negative.

Thank you for the ask, anon!

#asks #anonymous #steve saga #steve saga au #ancient yellow king #positive steve #negative steve #tss!nightmare steve #tss!dark steve #steve au ask a thon

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lovetale-redemption · 8 years ago

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LOVEtale Chapter 2 (Part 6): Affliction.

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntQAUwn1j_Q&index=133&list=PLoq58GDeKElcdxUImxXYKqG91vdxzwrBH Sans: Where... am I ? I woke up in a strange place bathed of light everywhere... did I die ?... It didn’t feel like it... but a serene peace was covering this place. A slow wind was flowing through, little yellow lights where falling from the sky above... In front of me, a structure was standing, it looked like the barrier in the Dreemurr’s Castle... I suddenly heard someone calling from me, far behind me... but I couldn’t turn back for some reason, I could only see in front of me. But they were all here, I recognized their voices, but... I couldn’t get what they said... As my friends were far behind me, something grabbed my coat lightly, two hands, two children it seemed like, but I couldn’t see them, it wasn’t Frisk, I could still feel them inside me. At first, the two of them stayed silent... after a moment they said something, at the same time. ...: “Don’t go... Don’t die... Don’t leave us...” I felt I knew these voices but at the same time I didn’t... I stood there for a while without moving... All of it went white in a few second then black. It seemed my eyes were closed, I tried to opened them and woke in a place I’ve never seen before. Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VT9BfLVbnI8&list=PLoq58GDeKElcdxUImxXYKqG91vdxzwrBH&index=71 When I woke up, the pain in my left eye came back to me in a second, like a lightning. I remembered, I passed out after that scene in the alley. Sans: Wait ! Frisk are you here !? Frisk: You finally woke up, Sans. Thank goodness. Sans: Sorry for the trouble kiddo, I’m glad you’re alright. Frisk: What happened back there in the alley ? When I came back you were unconscious with only half a HP, I thought you were going to die... Sans: I used my magic again to go on a shortcut and intervene before it was too late. Since the battle with Red, my magic is consuming my HP, wonder why. Maybe it’s that pink magic she used on me, my body is fighting it like a poison or something. Anyway we’ll have to be more careful with this. Frisk: You are right, what about the girl ? Sans: I think she is safe, the robber ran away like a chicken. Frisk: Good to know, and so do you have any clue where we are now ? I was laying on a bed, so certainly in the bedroom of someone. The walls were light purple, the sheets light pink, there was also a bookshelf full of books on the side. A closed white door was indicating the exit in front of the bed. I didn’t had my coat on, and... Sans: What is this ? A bandage ? Someone healed me when I was unconscious it seems. It’s a little clumsily done but it worked. Looks like we have 2 HP now, what a relief, the problem is, it seems it can’t go higher and furthermore I lost my bone attack. That means I’m probably gonna lose another HP to summon another one... Tss... let’s just hope I won’t need it. Suddenly the little creature appeared in front of me waving itself, and spinning around crazy. Sans: Oh, you are here too. You sure look happy to see me, heh... Did I miss you ? And that miss, missed you too, or misunderstood you for a missed paper plane. I guess that’s a mystery. It came to me and smacked the top of my head. Sans: Hey, it’s still hurt ! The little angel then make me notice something important, the girl I saved in the alley was on the side of the bed, knees on the ground, sleeping it seems. How did I not saw her ? She was so peaceful and quiet, I sure took some time before noticing her.

The girl was light brown haired, smaller than me, wearing a teal shirt, a black short vest and a light blue dress with some light blue slippers. Sans: Hmmm... Frisk: So we are probably, in her bedroom, when she saw you collapsing, after saving her, she must have taken you to her home and healed you. Sans: There is something strange here... Frisk: What do you mean ? Sans: First, if she healed me that means, she saw who I was. I mean I am a skeleton, and humans tend usually to be scared by us monsters. But she helped me anyway. Frisk: As Ankell do you remember ? I don’t really see what’s the matter. Sans: But there is something even stranger. Did you see her, she is smaller than me by a head and slim, if we are here that means she carried us here. Frisk: Maybe someone helped her who knows. Sans: You’re right, I’m probably overthinking it. Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9Du2HDFaFE&list=PLoq58GDeKElcdxUImxXYKqG91vdxzwrBH&index=124 Sans: So should we wake her up ? We looked at each other clueless of what we were supposed to do. Sans: Screw it, let’s wake her up. Frisk: Are you sure ? Sans: Not at all, but we’ll do it slowly. I tried to poke her forehead gently. Sans: Madam ? Madam ? Can you wake up please ? She looked like she was waking up slowly, she had her hair in front of her eyes so we couldn’t see much. As she woke up slowly, some hair of her pointed right up oddly enough. She turned in our direction, putting half of her hair behind her right ear, trying to open an eye and see us, her eye was light grey, very pretty. Sans: Are you feeling alright ? Girl: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! She stood up instantly and hid herself in a corner, turned in our direction. I didn’t saw it before but she had white lock of hair falling, in front of her face. She looked frightened. Did I said something wrong ? Girl: I’m sorry ! I’m sorry ! Sans: Calm down little lady, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I don’t mean any harm. Girl: I’m sorry sir, are you feeling better ? She still looked pretty terrified. Sans: A lot better thanks to you, don’t worry, I’m I that ugly ? Girl: I’m sorry sir... your eyes... Sans: What about it ? Girl: I’m sorry, but could you... not make them... all black again... it’s very very scary! Was that why she was so worried ? Sans: I swear to my king I’m not doing this to you, you saved my life, I could never do that, now please little lady relax. She seemed to calm down a little, she was still feeling pretty tense. Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsoLYWTzqSY&index=79&list=PLoq58GDeKElcdxUImxXYKqG91vdxzwrBH Girl: I’m sorry, I’ll trust you, sir. She came slowly to the side of the bed again. Sans : Why are you so sorry everytime ? You’re making me uncomfortable. Girl: I’m sorry, sir ! Sans: I see, it’s your nature isn’t it ? Fine. Anyway my name is Sans, Sans the skeleton. I’m very pleased to meet you. The little angel don’t have a name yet, I’m affraid. Girl: My name is Araelle, oh I’m sorry you didn’t asked for it did you ? Sans: That’s fine stop worrying. I wanted to thank you for saving my skin back in the alley, I owe you one. Ararelle: Oh it was no problem, but mister Sans, you are a skeleton, you don’t have any skin, I’m sorry. Sans: It was a joke, miss. Araelle: Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t get it. Sans: Are you the reincarnation of Napstablook ? You really talk like him. Araelle: Oh is he a friend of yours mister Sans ? I’m sorry to ask. Sans: Yes, he’s a very sweet shy little ghost. He wants to make friends but that poor thing is so shy he gets really embarassed for so little, you remind me a lot of him. Araelle: Is that so ? Well, at least he has friends, he’s lucky to have you mister Sans. Sans: Wait, you don’t have any friends ? She looked down. Araelle: Well not really... I’m sorry. Sans: I don’t get it... and family ? Araelle: When I was a baby I was left by my parents, and a man rescued me from the cold, it was an aged man. I used to call him Grandpa. Sans: You used to ? She bent down her head looking even sadder, her raised hair was benting to. Araelle: He died of a disease 8 years ago. I’m sorry. I put my hand on hers. Sans: Hey don’t tell me this stories if it makes you sad. Araelle. Araelle: I’m sorry. She looked like she was about to cry. Sans: And as for your friends, you can put me in the list. You saved me afterall. Araelle: Thank you mister Sans. I really appreciate it. Sans: Hey, hey don’t cry please. If you want to thank me give me a smile. Araelle: Like this ?

Sans: It’s a work in progress, but you look already splendid. Araelle: Thank you. I’m sorry, I’m not used to smile often. How did someone like her can’t have any friends ? Was it because she was too shy ? Since his grandpa passed out, she lived alone here, without anybody, nobody to play, nobody to talk, nobody to live with. I can’t imagine how it must feel, day after day... Sans: So what do you do everyday ? She looked enthusiastic for a change. Araelle: Oh wait, can I get you something mister Sans ? I’m sorry to ask. I can make a very sweet milk with honey, this is my favorite plate. I would like to share it with you. Sans: Well, if you insist but I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do that. Araelle: I’ll be back soon. I’m sorry. She stood up and went off the room. Frisk and me stood there looking at each other sadly. They hugged me tight. Frisk: That’s not fair... Sans: I know kiddo, I know... but life is what it is... Frisk: Do you think... the others would like to meet her ? Sans: I’m sure of it, kiddo... definitely... Frisk: Wait, where is the angel ? Sans: It’s not in the bedroom anymore, maybe it followed Araelle ? One way to find out. I stood up and put on my slippers that were besides the bed. I went through the door. the left of the house was only a little living room with a small television, a bathroom with probably the laundry machine in it, and a kitchen. The decoration looked older than the bedroom more brownish with some wall papers. The television looked old too, the sofa was missing some springs, a coffee table was standing there between television and the sofa. I looked through the kitchen’s door, Araelle was preparing the mugs with honey milk, she seemed happy, singing at low voice a little song. The little angel was with her, it looked like it was dancing to the music, how cute. I noticed by looking at the bathroom door, my coat was washed, it smelled like lemons. I put it on. I felt bad for her, she worked so hard for me, it made me unseasy to not be able to help her more. She went off the kitchen with three mugs full of milk. She didn’t looked very stable. Araelle: Maybe I should have taken only two with me. Sans: I’ll get this two to the table. Araelle: Oh, you stood up, are you feeling okay ? I’m sorry if I was too long. Sans: Not at all, rest a little you’re exhausting yourself. Araelle: Just be careful with the sofa, it’s not very comfortable. Sans: Don’t worry about it, I used to sleep on the floor. We put the mugs on the table, the little angel went IN the mug and slurped it all before we could even start, well at least it seemed to enjoyed it. Araelle: Did you liked it ? It was going up and down furiously, it definitely loved it. Sans: Well my turn. The milk was pleasant warm, the sweet flavor of the honey was reaching me, the taste was just amazing. Sans: I never taste anything like that, I’m speechless. Araelle: Oh I’m sorry, do you want something else ? Sans: No, no don’t get me wrong ! It’s truly fantastic, it must be so good to drink in cold winter. Araelle: It is really, my Grandpa teached me how to make honey from golden flowers, it’s a secret recipe. Sans: I must say this is very impressive. What’s your age ? Araelle: I’m 20, why ? Sans: I’m 24, so you don’t need to call me “mister” all the time, it looks like I’m an old guy or something. Araelle: Oh sorry. Sans: Don’t take it like that, I’m just joking. Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hx102NjYwqk&index=64&list=PLoq58GDeKElcdxUImxXYKqG91vdxzwrBH Araelle: So, mister Sans ? You are a skeleton right ? Is there anymore like you ? Were you dead and then came back to life with dark magic ? I’m sorry to ask. Sans: Errr, forget it...Well, not exactly, I was born like this. You must probably have heard of monster race before. I’m one of them actually. Araelle: Monster race ? Like the fairy tales ? Sans: Fairy tales ? Maybe you were too young when we got trapped Underground by the humans after the wars, it did happened 18 years ago. Araelle: A war ? Between humans and monsters ? Mister Sans, I’m a studant in history university but I never heard of something called monster race nor the war. I’m sorry. Sans: What ? That’s odd... By the way who is your leader ? Araelle: We actually don’t know. I’m sorry. Sans: What ? How is that possible ? Araelle: Since 15 years, the human race is leaded by one king all around the world, but nobody knows who he is. We call him the nameless King. When he arrived to the power with the 6 others kings, the territory were splitted to these kings but any of them give their name. Sans: But how did they become Kings ? And what happened to the 6 other kings ? Araelle: We don’t really know, it’s like they were always there, any history book talks about it. But it said that they brought us peace and happiness by some magic spells known in the population as the “Three Blessings of Heaven” but any of us know what did the spells exactly, we just have some assumptions. As for the 6 previous kings, they vanished at the same time. Rumors were spreading that our King took power over them because they were inpure or something, or maybe just because he wanted more power, nobody really knows. I’m sorry. Sans: There is a lot of holes in Human History, that’s strange. And the fact that you never heard about monsters ... By the way, you are studying history you said ? Araelle: I am passionate by books and specially those who talks about History. I try to read as many books as I can... but it won’t be possible anymore soon... Sans: Why ? She looked down... Araelle:... I’m sorry. Sans: Is there something wrong with you ? Araelle:... Since I am a child, I can’t see from my left eye... As for my right eye, its vision is severaly decreasing and it can’t be fixed, I’ll be blind in less than a year... I’m sorry. What on earth did she did to deserve all of this ? Why her ? Sans: What happened to your left eye... ? Araelle: I don’t know exactly, it could have been from birth or maybe... inflicted by own parents before they left me... Sans: ... Araelle: But at least, I’m happy I could help someone like you before it happens, it would have been much more difficult to bring you here if I was already blind. Even if you saved me first, I’m happy I could repay you, even if it was only a little, thank you again for saving me . I’m sorry, if I spoke too long. Frisk started crying on my coat, to be honest, I really was feeling bad too here. I took a heavy breathing. Sans:.. Is that why you let your hair hide the left side of your face ? Araelle: It’s not something you would like to see... I’m sorry. Sans: I have to know, Araelle show me your left eye, please. I know it must be hard but please trust me on this one. She put her hair on the side and opened her left eye. Araelle: I’m sorry... Sans:..my God.... what did they do to you...

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