#yeah I prefered whatever I thought of in 2021

[randomnameless]

Why do you think a golden ending with the three lords can't exist?

First of all because a golden ending wouldn't only include the three lords but also the lizards who're living here and often end up wiped out in those golden endings AU, because they're evil or bad or whatever.

Also, I think Dimitri (?) pointed it out before, but he thinks everyone has something/someone they cannot accept.

His and Edel's philosphies are complete opposites. In what "plausible" universe would Dimitri end up siding with Edelgard, if Edelgard is the FE16!Edel who, like Lonato, is willing to sacrifice randoms for a greater cause ? Dimitri cannot accept this choice, even before his boar mode.

But if Edel is willing to compromise "to get rid of the greater evil", is she still FE16's Edel? I confess I didn't think a lot about her character and motivations, so correct me if I am wrong, but Edel is marked as someone who will not compromise, and who will follow her path no matter what. Her drive defines her.

In an AU where Uncle never took Edel away, where Ionius IX died of the gout and Edel still grew up with her siblings and mother... would she have attended GM?

If the Tragedy of Duscur never happened, Dimitri would (given how Lambert did back in his days). Would Edel and Dimitri have become friends? Or would Edel have bought the "Adrestia great again" spiel that used to circulate in the Empire? Would she still hate lizards? We know she can and is willing to go to war for things she believes in, also, is willing to associate with dubious people who have turn people in biological weapons without their assent every sunday morning. Would Edel, in that AU, still be willing to go to such length to see her vision prosper? Would she still have the "strong at the top" POV forever clashing with Dimitri's?

Edit :

Gods this aged like milk lol

[holocene-sims]

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august 25, 2021 8:00 p.m. the black pearl

[grant] well, i know it doesn’t fix the existential angst and you shouldn’t ever feel like it needs to go away instantly, but i guarantee you will be a good dad.

[grant] any kids you have will feel loved. they’ll be set up for the future no matter how everyone’s lives play out. i know you’ll do your best, and i know soobin will, too. you guys have worked so hard to have such a long and healthy and sincere relationship.

[grant] and the fact that you’re worried about any of this means you’re going to do a good job. shitty parents and shitty partners don’t ask if what they’re doing or about to do is wrong.

[grant] everyone is going to make mistakes sometimes but it’s about getting most of it right, and i believe you will. soobin doesn’t hold it over your head that for a while, your fear made you a little controlling. you improved and she forgave you. you’re smart, you’ll adapt, and most of all, you should know you’re loyal. at the end of the day, a parent who puts their kids first and never turns their back on them is the best parent in the world in my eyes.

[grant] mistakes can be forgiven if you put your kids first and treat them like a human being who matters.

[henry] thank you. i appreciate it. that means a lot coming from you.

[grant] and i understand your main fear in the first place. i've thought about it many times. i never worried about myself dying but others dying. elizabeth, uh...yeah. those big family losses seriously will ruin you forever in one way or another. the way you lost your father only makes it worse. it does strip away any feeling of invincibility you have.

[henry] you can say that again.

[henry] i'm glad someone understands.

[grant] you can never really know, i guess, what’s going to happen to you or to anyone you know, and it’s not helpful to say it’ll be fine because we all know crazy and terrible things happen. it's unfortunately mathematically true. but trust me, i'll kill you if you die!

[henry] you’ll kill me if i die? haha.

[henry] thanks for making me laugh, too.

[grant] yep. i will re-kill your ghost.

[henry] i'll kill you if you die.

[grant] thank you, buddy! you’re a real one.

[henry] dude, ugh, i googled life insurance policies a month ago. ew, adulthood.

[grant] life insurance is a good thing to have, though.

[henry] it is, it is. even if my hypothetical kids just buy a fucking pool with the money.

[grant] i mean, if it benefits them, right?

[henry] let me add a note to the policy saying you can either get an in-ground pool put in or free college tuition–one or the other.

[grant] does that include getting a sick ass waterfall feature installed on the pool or no?

[henry] by the way–

[henry] disclaimer that this is just an idea, not concrete at all, but soobin and i briefly mentioned moving back to korea as a way to make sure our kids have a good life.

[grant] wow, really? it is worth thinking about! it is rational. most of your family is here and all of soobin’s family does live here, and you do have to consider what’s best for you and your family, current and future. before i did move back home, when i was with you know who, i thought about this, too, if we ever had kids that maybe we could or should move back to michigan so they'd have my whole family around.

[grant] and just so it’s on the record, you have my full support in any decision here.

[grant] are you interested in moving back?

[henry] i don’t know. i haven’t lived here since i was five years old. i've only visited, and then came back for one year to do the military service because i was wary of giving up my citizenship. but i almost did because truly, i did not want to go into the army. that shit sucked.

[grant] what does soobin think?

[henry] well, it was her idea. i'm very whatever about wherever i live. i feel no strong pull one way or another at the moment. but it’s different for her.

[henry] she lived here much longer than me. she cares much more and has a preference. i mean, she spent pretty much her entire life here except since college and during the school semesters between sixth and twelfth grades because her parents sent her to a fancy private school there.

[henry] i will say, soobin’s main point isn’t wrong, and it's the one you brought up. most of our family is here. it’s like you and michigan. that’s where your folks are. and that support is invaluable when you have kids, both for their social development and for financial reasons. plus, my mom actually wants to move back. she never talks about it, but i know she does.

[grant] i get that, too.

[henry] like i said, she’s just never been the same since my dad died. which i don't fault her for. she does her best to be happy, you know, but i think she feels very alone, even more now that i don’t live on the upper peninsula anymore. she was with him forever. they were soulmates. and her life drastically changed after he died.

[henry] this has been the first time she's had a job since, god, the 1980s. she loves being an art teacher for school kids, but that's a huge change in addition to the sudden loneliness.

[henry] and on the loneliness side, she has your family and they've been close for a long time.

[grant] she was literally over at my aunt bridie's house the other day making shampoo with her.

[henry] yeah, so she sees them pretty often and she also has her book club and some other friends, but she knows way more people here. seoul's where all her family and friends are.

[henry] i want my mom to be happy, you know? it’s my job as her son, and i'm the only child she ever had. she doesn’t need me to look after her every day, not really, but i want to and she deserves that. and truth be told, a part of me believes that if she comes back, i would feel not very good about being away from her.

[henry] i think that if i encourage her to come back or talk to her about it and she does go through with it, that would sway me more to soobin’s side. again, i want my mom to be happy, and i'm also scared of losing her. it doesn’t matter if it’s sudden or slow. i don’t want to lose her, and especially not if i feel like i've spent my whole adult life away from her, not prioritizing what time is left with her.

[henry] not to be morbid, but she’s almost 60. at some point you do ask yourself how much longer you have left with your older family members around. life is unfortunately very short.

[grant] of course. that’s totally understandable. she's a great mother, and you wouldn't want to miss out on that. and i'm sure you don’t want your kids to not have their grandma present in their lives.

[henry] but then i have to start over with my job and maybe i lose contact with my friends if i leave. i do have friends here–sorry, they weren’t able to come hang out this time, maybe next time–but my real two best friends are in michigan. it’s you and ben. i don't let anyone else get that close to me except for soobin because to me, my best friend slots are full. i don't want anyone else. no one else is worth it.

[henry] and i always said you’d be my kids’ godfather. i don’t want them to miss out on knowing you the way they should.

[grant] there’s facetime! and i'd come visit. and i'm so goddamn annoying, i will be texting you about everything i think about in the world for the rest of our lives. you're not going to lose me.

[henry] i try my best to believe i won't lose you.

[grant] also, don’t stress out too much about this yet. you do not have to make any of these decisions now, and when you do need to, the right answers will come to you.

[grant] and listen, one last thing and then i'll shut up. i don’t know how, i don’t know why–i don’t think there is an answer to this–but the people we lose are still with us, even if only in spirit. i am famously a skeptic, but i felt something this year that changed my mind. i know you miss your dad but he’s still with you. somehow he’ll see your kids grow up, and he’ll be there guiding you to make the right decisions.

[grant] your dad loved you, like, beyond what words can express. he loved your mom just as much. he would never willingly leave you. if there's something after this mortal existence, he's still with you.

[grant] oh, and we should probably eat this pizza before it's frigid.

[henry] fuck, i forgot about it. thanks for reminding me. yeah, let's demolish this pizza, and then i'll take you to that cool arcade i told you about. we'll make up for the awful arcade experience at your cousin's bachelor party.

[robinthinkstoomuch]

Can we... hear your thoughts on what makes a good Dream design to you? (Just a general question, very curious)

;-; I don’t want to be mean at all, they’re just personal pet peeves that can be really frustrating for me lol.

Personally, I prefer 2021 c!Dream designs over more recent ones. They were prevalent during the actual SMP and cc!Dream seemed to like them a lot! But I’ll just list some of my pet peeves I suppose…

cc!Dream Designs: I personally don’t like c!Dream designs that look like cc!Dream. For the most part they’re fine- BUT in my personal opinion a lot of people tend to draw him a bit heavier.. and c!Dream is a character built in lithe and being quick (not to mention starved for a year) etc. A lot of people draw Dream (cc! and c!) a lot bigger than the actual guy is and it kinda makes me uncomfortable? As someone who is overweight I think I’d just feel bad if someone was drawing me to be bigger than I am. BUT that’s just me personally, obviously I don’t know what the actual guy thinks and I hope he just appreciates the art! But yeah.. cc!Dream is very thin, especially in the Halloween pictures you can see he’s VERY thin.. so it’s just weird to see people draw him so huge or overweight. But I also just typically just picture c!Dream completely different than cc!Dream.

Strange Mask Designs: this is the one I get heated about. I HATE seeing strange masks on him. Not because I don’t love some creativity because I do! But because where this stems from. Weird mask designs stem from a deep rooted hatred for the character. Inniters would change Dream’s mask from the smile to something more unnerving because they hated Dream and his character and wanted to make him feel more predatory. When c!Dream stans start drawing him in different masks it’s following in the footsteps of people that genuinely hate the character.

002: simple, Dream was not the second prisoner in the prison. He is the first and his uniform should say as much. This again comes from inniters who don’t understand the character and give him 002 because “Tommy was originally destined to be the prisoner” he wasn’t.

I don’t want to sound mean here, I’m just picky. BUT that doesn’t mean I hate your art or your design if you do this at all!

c!Dream means the world to me so I just.. I feel a lot about this character. I personally I love hybrid designs. I LOVE bunny c!Dream and trans c!Dream. (Both of which my lovely friend converted me to). But I just love c!Dream and I do genuinely appreciate anyone who takes the time to love and care for the character!

I just sometimes feel some type of way when seeing some things because it feels like it comes from a place of misunderstanding or even disliking the character. Even people who say they love c!Dream sometimes feel like they don’t get that he wasn’t some.. evil psychopath. He was just a broken man trying to fix his home and he was willing to do whatever it took to get it back. Even at the cost of himself.

Please don’t hate me or think I’m mean ;-;

ALSO: THIS ISN’T AIMED AT ANYONE SPECIFIC AT ALL!! I’m amicable with most artists in this fandom and I love their artwork so much!! Just because it’s a pet peeve or smth I may rant about doesn’t take away from how much I appreciate their hard work and effort! Some of the people here are CRAZY talented!!

[tabithatwo]

Ella Purnell I'M IN YOUR WALLS..... I WANT THAT MOMENT WHERE SHAUNA GETS HER BACK TO BE IN THE FINALE PLEASE GOD. LET'S MANIFEST IT. YOU'RE SO RIGHT THEY ARE SETTING IT UP. THEY HAVE NOT JUST DROPPED THAT STORYLINE THANK FUCK I WAS SO WORRIED THERE FOR A SEC. JACKIE HAUNTING SHAUNA IS SO UNBELIEVABLY CRUCIAL IT CANNOT LITERALLY JUST DISAPPEAR IT WOULD MAKE NO NARRATIVE SENSE WHATSOEVER!!!! I need to calm down but I do think, even if I dislike the creative choice due to my Jackie Bias, that it does make sense for Shauna to temporarily lose the ability to hallucinate her after cannibalizing her and thus feeling the absence of her physical body. Jackie is inside her now but she can't see her so it's not as easy as projecting that false image of her being alive onto her corpse like she was before. Actually kind of excited to see what will allow Shauna to conjure her up again.... In my mind the Jackie we've seen thus far truly was a hallucination because she was so clearly vocalizing Shauna's subconscious desires BUT I desperately want them to actually communicate. I want Shauna to see Jackie and have a conversation with her and for it to genuinely feel like Jackie's ghost. Need Jackie to be tangible I miss my girl so bad. I know she's got shit to say LET HER SPEAK! I know you might not answer this ask but I'd love your thoughts !!!!

ELLA HAS BEEN TRYING SHE'S BEEN LIKE HEYYYYYYY YELLOWJACKETS LET ME OUT OF MY CAGE I WOULD LIKE TO PLAY JACKIE TAYLOR MORE which is why it is so frustrating to me like DAMN i am in the walls of the showtime execs who didn't wanna pay for her ass and/or showrunners who didn't wanna use her WHATEVER. my biggest fear is the lack of her presence (ella or not!) in 2021 HOWEVER i think that this show is very WILLING to do a thing i don't love but need to get on board with i guess, which is completely reshape the way the adults interact with things based on what we're seeing unfold in 96 (nobody come explain narrative storytelling to me PLEASE i beg you, i've learned to give so many disclaimers that i Understand Things now cause BOY do people want to educate you, i understand pulling focus to a theme i pinky promise!!! i just think that, partly because of all the other characters and storylines they crammed into 21, they shift to a degree that Lacks The Level Of Character Continuity That I Desire, okay it is a personal PREFERENCE, if you don't care about that i am SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!!) sorry anon, for the obligatory pls know i understand things aside. NOW 96 jackie. yes yes yes agree!! meat shed jackie that we've had was hallucination, with near 100% certainty. i think that if they're planning on delivering on all the threads they start to unravel in this show (which doesn't always happen in any show so i am cautious in my optimism) they have got to do something with 1x10. the cabin guy presence in the dream realm is really a firm suggestion that there are ghosts happening. laura lee can be written off as a dream they would have, but he is NOT. now i DO think they're putting way too much effort into this dream realm to NOT have it be developed or mean something, and i think that the separation between everyone else in jackie's death dream and cabin guy and laura lee coming in and welcoming her is pretty concrete. there is...whatever the fuck the uncanny valley versions of the yellowjackets are (i think they're "it" playing tricksy games personally) and the Actual Dead (cabin guy, laura lee, jackie). SO ALL THIS TO SAY yeah. i think there is real potential for them to pick up that thread and establish ghost jackie. i think there is also potential for her and shauna to communicate. i think PERSONALLY (no one come to my asks to tell me this is stupid i literally cannot handle you today okay give a girl a break i beg) that there's a very good chance that by the end of the show shauna in the 21 timeline sees/communicates with/(joins?) ghost jackie, whether she gets to see her in 96 tl or not. these are my thoughts they have diverted maybe from your point and if so i am so sorry lol along those lines i have RAGING adhd, so when you say i might not answer i hope it isn't because i haven't responded to an ask you've sent me before but if it is i promise it isn't personal! this goes to anyone else too, like i really have 17 things happening at once at all times and i drop the ball sometimes lol but know that i love to hear people's thoughts <3 <3

[purplesurveys]

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1 - Who was the last person to knock on your door? Were they there to see you?  I asked my mom to help wake me up this morning (in case I fail my alarm) since I had an early calltime for my event today. No, I wouldn't say she was there to see me per se.

2 - Have you left the house yet today? If not, do you have plans to leave the house later on?  Yeah I was out since 8 AM. I was in Trinoma from 9 AM to 6 PM for an event, then I immediately drove to UP to see a wrestling show with Andi.

3 - What’s your favourite brand of chocolate? What type of chocolate bar from that brandis your favourite?  I really like Reese's since it has peanut butter; my favorite is just the classic normal-sized cups.

4 - Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Yeah, I met with a fellow wrestling fan once to lend him my copy of Chris Jericho's Undisputed. I ended up not liking his personality and found him (and his friend, who he never mentioned he was bringing) quite rude, so I stopped talking to him shortly after that. Didn't even bother asking for my book back lol.

I used to feel guilty about leaving him hanging, and he even sent a handful of DMs asking what happened and apologizing for whatever he did, but then I just have to remember that he kind of sucked and I stop feeling bad.

5 - What was the last thing you used a blender for?  I don't think I've ever used a blender. We've never even owned a blender.

6 - Have you ever got into an argument with a stranger on social media? Do you remember what it was about?  I've been in a few. They've mostly been sociopolitical.

7 - When was the last time you cracked your joints? Is that something you do often?  Can't remember, and no I don't do it a lot.

8 - What time is it right now? If you weren’t doing a survey, what else would you be doing right now?  10:43 PM. If I wasn't doing a survey rn I'd probably be on Rhythm Hive hahaha.

9 - If you had ten minutes to run around an empty supermarket and fill your trolley for free, what’s the first aisle you’d go for?  My first thought was why would I need to get things if the grocery was empty? but ok it took me longer than I would like to admit to catch your drift haha.

Anyway I'd probably just get thrice the amount of things my mom would get on a usual run to help her out for a few weeks.

10 - Aside from Tumblr, what websites do you visit the most and why?  Continued from Sunday evening. I have YouTube on pretty much as long as I'm awake. I like the background noise.

11 - Has COVID had any impact on your Christmas plans this year? What’s going to change or be different to normal?  If you asked me this in like 2020 or 2021 I would have said yes. But it's been four years since the world's been on lockdown and everything's back to feeling as though we never had a pandemic.

12 - What’s your favourite flavour of cake? Are you any good at making that kind of cake?  I don't really have a favorite flavor, more of a type – I like cheesecake and really it's the only kind of cake I have. No, I've never made one before and will always prefer buying it.

13 - Do you prefer sweet or sour candy? I don't really like candy, but I'll go with sweet.

14 - What colour is your favourite fruit? Is this a fruit you eat often?  I don't like fruits either haha.

15 - Is your favourite restaurant an independent place or a chain? What is it that you love about it so much?  It's a chain. Service is always great, the quality of the food is no different regardless which branch I go to, and they serve unlimited rice, cabbage, and miso soup so what's not to love? Hahaha.

16 - Are you genuinely a fan of Starbucks or do you think it’s all hype?  No, I like Starbucks and go for it as much as possible when I'm looking for coffee.

17 - Do you own a Christmas jumper? What design/pattern does it have on it?  Nope.

18 - What’s your favourite fit/style of jeans?  High-waisted denim.

19 - What was the last non-essential item you spent money on?  Iced coffee.

20 - Are you currently under any COVID-related restrictions where you live? Are people generally following the rules?  We've come a long way folks...

21 - What did you last leave the room you’re in to do?  If I understand this correctly, I went down to the living room for a few hours after work because that's what I usually do in the evening. I had dinner, walked and played with the dogs, and played a game on my phone.

22 - Have you ever read any self-help books? Did you find them useful?  No.

23 - What’s your favourite programme on the Food Network (if you watch it)? If you don’t get that channel, what’s your favourite food/cookery show in general?  I don't really watch cooking stuff anymore, even on YouTube. I used to though, a lot; Buzzfeed's Worth It used to be my favorite.

24 - Do you still watch cartoons?  Every now and then when my sister and I get in the mood, sure.

25 - Who do you know with the most number of siblings? Would you ever want to live in a huge family?  I knew two people from high school who came from a sibling set of 5. My grandpa and his siblings were, if I'm not mistaken, 7 in total. No, I'm fine with what our family size turned out to be.

26 - Are you a fan of garlic bread? I love garlic bread.

27 - Do you own any personalized clothing? What’s the reason for getting it?  I don't think I do, no.

28 - Is anyone else in the same room as you right now? What is that person up to?  It would just be me here.

29 - What colours are you wearing right now? Does your wardrobe contain a lot of those colours?  White and grey. Sure!

30 - Do you like adding condiments to your food? If so, what are some of your favourites?  Yes, I love condiments. Mayo, Japanese mayo, or sriracha.

[castysandthedeep]

animals anon here. thinking about the similarities between quackity in ‘hunger’ and ‘i’m not calling you a liar’, the fact that over the course of hunger’s three chapters i imagine he must have gone through a very similar process of craving and resisting and caving that we’ve now actually seen from his pov. being terrified of what will happen to himself if he gives into his desires, hating himself for just how twisted and violent said desires are—and then ending up giving in, losing that control, losing himself entirely. wilbur is what quackity wants and that, paired with the fact that wilbur knows exactly how to pull him free of his inhibitions, makes quackity’s battle practically impossible. what fucked up guys.

yeah! honestly, i'm not calling you a liar (i have got to find a way to shorten that, this is why i didn't want to make it so long grrr) is the fic i wanted to make when i made hunger wayyy back in december 2021, though i wouldn't realize it until a while later. the connection between them is largely unintentional, but also very obvious. i only really noticed it in the editing stage. hunger is handled with much less precision, since it was my first porn fic and i was more focused on just making shit i thought would be hot, but the pieces are definitely there.

i have a lot of wips on my plate at the moment and i'd really prefer to get some of those knocked out before i start on anything new, but i'm really tempted to revisit wilbur's pov in this context. whether that's in connection with one of these two fics or its own separate thing, it's a good candidate for a new fic if i get a burst of inspiration. i try not to force a fic concept on myself, because if i let it stew for a while, the results are always much better. (which is why ten nights may end up with slower output than i'd like unfortunately)

forcing myself to veer back to your point, i do love the hopelessness of it all so much. it's inevitable that these guys (the hunger and liar versions of them) are going to destroy each other. very greek tragedy of them or whatever. but i'm equally drawn to the idea of something kinder evolving from the ugly mess of their mutual obsession, by virtue of them both being so fixated on their own disaster that they end up wanting to preserve it in some way. (mildly deranged sentence incoming) sort of reminds me of the crater that used to be l'manberg, that at first gets a sheet of glass over it before eventually being removed and covered in green. nature is healing, i guess.

[bellmo15-blog]

So, today's the day huh?

27th of March 2023. The day the eShop's for both the Nintendo 3DS and Wii U close. A day that I expected to come because of how this isn't the first time Nintendo has regrettably closed down the digital stores for there old consoles but it's a day I wish would never come anyway. I originally had a whole journal planned detailing my story with both systems but let's just say I've been lacking the drive to write anything super long and detailed recently so here's a semi TL;DR that probaply get's my point across better and is less sappy than I fear I might of made that journal out to be.

Yeah, I love the Wii U and 3DS and thought that they were amazing consoles that had some great games on them and this isn't me saying this as some part of retroactive opinion changing BS or anything, this is speaking as someone who's had both systems since they first launched here in Kangaroo Land. Now granted I didn't get a whole lot of games for both systems growing up because I was for the most part still a Playstation boi and also because I still wasn't making my own money until the start of 2017 (and also when the Nintendo Switch came out that became my main focus in regards to Nintendo) but the games I DID get I loved a lot. Plus, the Wii U has my now preferred version of my favourite Zelda game Twilight Princess and the 3DS has my favourite mainline Pokemon games on it with Sun and Moon as well as how the 3DS was the system I played my first ever Shantae game on and how that particular game holds a very special place in my heart. I did still use my 3DS even after the Switch had come out because of how it still had games coming out for it but even that I soon put away in my shed.

I got both these systems back out again at the start of 2021 and I don't know if it was a result of the pandemic the year prior affecting me but I started valuing my older consoles a lot more and the 3DS and ESPECIALLY the Wii U were two of them! And now, support for the online stores for both is ending today. This isn't me saying I'm going to stop playing either of these systems period because I will still be playing them! Physical copies of games still exist in used game stores and online and even the ones I can't get my hands on for one reason or the other I can just use an emulator if I really have to, but for now the eShops are closing today. I'm just glad I was able to get whatever I wanted on both digitally before this happened but still wish it wasn't happening anyway. Remember when Sony announced it was closing the PSN store for the PS3 but went back on that decision? Yeah, I was hoping that would happen here two.

[subbyfoxelf]

2022 in review, part 4: video game first plays

admittedly i spent more time on pokémon go than anything else, and it’s basically a completely different game than when i played it a bunch when it first launched so you could almost count it as a first play? but yeah, here are my top 5 favorite actual first plays of the year.

1. pokémon scarlet (2022)

yes i know it has some rather glaring bugs, but i don’t care about fps (frames per second), i care about fps (fun per second, admittedly that would work better if they weren’t the same letter).

seriously, though, an open world setting is such an obvious choice for the tone of the pokemon franchise. it’s kind of incredible that this is the first time it’s been done in a mainline game. and damn it, i just love the characters in this. they’re just so vibrant and real. and the new pokemon are amazing, are you kidding me with that fire/ghost alligator starter? incredible stuff in this game.

also like, i’m a huge fucking dork so the idea of being a student at a pokemon boarding school? fucking perfect. that is exactly the childhood i would want.

i hope the next game has more or less the same format but fewer bugs. but i fucking loved this.

oh, but bring back mega evolutions or dynamax, or just… something less gimmicky. terastallizing is so dumb. i actually hate it.

2. pokémon shield (2019)

i actually started playing this back when it first came out, but my life was very turbulent at the time and i got way too busy for it for a while & never got back to it because adhd yo. so as i was getting excited for violet & scarlet to come out, it made perfect sense to pick it back up.

i mean, this is kind of a better game than violet & scarlet, if we’re being totally fair. me preferring scarlet largely comes down to the fact that it’s open world, and that some elements seem designed to appeal to me specifically (the academy setting, the greater focus on character writing & relationships).

seriously, though, pokemon shield rules. i know that’s gonna be true of basically any mainline pokemon game, but it really does kick serious ass.

3. teenage mutant ninja turtles: shredder’s revenge (2022)

the difficulty curve on this is actually a bit higher than it looks at first glance. because it’s not that you’re trying to make a game that’s comparable to the tmnt arcade games early 90s kids like me grew up with. you’re trying to make a game that feels like those games felt to us at the time, today. so please understand that that’s an entirely different, much more challenging target to hit, and please also understand that this game knocked it out of the fucking park. (i’m pretty sure i just mixed my metaphors pretty badly but whatever.)

this game makes me feel about ninja turtles the way i felt about them as a little kid with a pocket full of quarters at chuck e. cheese. it makes me feel about them the way i felt when i was doing a ninja turtles coloring book or playing with my action figures or sleeping under my ninja turtles bedspread. it’s as cool as i thought the cartoons were at the time.

i love being a turtle!

4. get in the car, loser! (2021)

yes hello hi, i would like to play the game about the four lesbianish queers (one of whom is trans, another of whom is a blue-haired they/them himbo who STOLE MY HEART) beating up nazis while not flirting with each other but not not flirting with each other with extremely well-written explorations of imposter syndrome, depression, harassment, ethics & politics, and all that shit. that sounds great, yes, thank you. oh, it’s by the same person who did ladykiller in a bind, a game that featured the best depiction of dom/sub relationship psychology i’ve ever seen in any medium? that sounds lovely i’ll take three, thanks.

5. kaichu (2022)

this is a kaiju dating sim. this is a game where the entire goal is to get two kaiju to smooch. this is a kaiju dating sim. i am not about to sit here and pretend i have to justify why i love it.

[mecharlie-fox]

Memoirs of a Summoner: Part 1

Rules are simple my fellow Summoners, the prompt works for anyone and everyone. Feel free to use them but with credits. This works for canon (Kiran, nonbinary/male/female), original characters, and self-inserts/readers. 

Ship intention: Alfonse X Reader / Summoner X Reader? Note: Okay uhh here’s a quick thing, the Summoner can be Kiran, your OC, whatever you’d like because there will be two important ppl in this short fic - YOU, the reader and the Summoner. So yeah, take your pick. And happy reading!

This is a really old fic that I made last year (May) 2021, I never went through with it but it was an interesting thought if we’re gonna you know... take in account of the official art for the Summoner. You see I like me my mystery men but the summoner can be any gender depending on your preference

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PART 1

You’re not the Summoner. You’re only but a faceless member of the Order of Heroes. You grew up reading and listening to stories about the Legendary Great Hero who would one day wield Breidablik to bring peace to the continent, and end this senseless war. You wanted to do your part, much like anyone else.

Commander Anna knows you - of course she does, as commander, she should know the names and faces of every single member who volunteered for this cause. And that alone she’s grateful to you.

But the Askran siblings - you know they were nice, and you know that they have the same goal as you. But you weren’t important and you weren’t a Hero - when you die, no one will remember your name. You’re just one of those nameless soldiers who died for the sake of their kingdom. A sacrifice. Cannon fodder.

You knew this and yet you fought anyway. It was all for your family. It was all for the friends you left in the village. Because someone needs to help.

Training was all left to you and ranking members who weren’t anything special in the order. Your captains did their best to make sure that your training was on par with the Heroes, making sure that none of you were in the way, making sure you all knew what to do. You were a few, couldn’t even call yourselves a platoon. A lot of people tend to forget that the Order had human beings like you, and when they say “Order of Heroes” it was.... well... always the Heroes and their reckless royal siblings.

The heir to the throne and his spare were both putting themselves at risks. Some of the few members understood it to be setting as an example, in hopes that more members would join and that they wouldn’t rely too much on Heroes. But in truth, it had an opposite effect. It was reckless, it was stupid, if both of them died, who would lead Askr to a future? If the King dies and both of them are gone, where is the future?

It wasn’t... royal like. You weren’t even part of the nobility, never even stepped foot into the royal castle. You were a mere commoner trying to make a living while protecting the kingdom in your own way. Even when there’s no recognition to it. The thought of fighting so your family wouldn’t was enough for you.

The Order didn’t make any money. It was mostly being funded by the government, and if the monthly budget didn’t make it - they had to think of ways. You reported the discovery of Aether Keep to the commander, and she commended you and your unit for a job well done. Your fellow members commended you guys for it, because it meant that no more part time jobs to feed those Heroes with your own labor. They weren’t all bad, the Heroes. Even though you were invisible to them, they showed kindness when they saw you.

But one thing did bother you. The royal siblings - Aether Keep was something of the past, to battle in the skies. It provided so much for the Order such as inns, crops, a music hall, everything they needed to relax for once instead of training on an endless basis. Yes, the commander, your comrades and some of the Heroes commended you for a job well done - but not them.

They were above you. You know that. They wouldn’t be talking to a lowly commoner like you, but it just bothered you. Because you and your unit found the Keep and yet... it was the Summoner who was congratulated. The Summoner who was praised.

You didn’t have any ill-will towards the Summoner. They were kind, concerned, innocent, good - they knew nothing about warfare and yet they did their part to help end this war. Just like you did when you first came. You were there to protect not for recognition.

Heroes who died could be revived, thanks to the Summoner’s powers. But your comrades... your comrades who fell did not share the same mercy from the gods. When they die, they die. Cannot be revived. It wasn’t the Summoner’s fault. You keep on telling yourself.

You saw it with your eyes. The Muspell flames.

Your task was simple, you and your unit were to go to a certain place in Askr to see what was going about. A woman who seemed to be like a Hero to you, was fighting by herself while the village was being destroyed, burn down into ashes until there was nothing left. You knew this village, you knew these fields - you used to come with your siblings to play around while your parents were having their own leisure of an alone time. 

Now it’s gone. Nothing but the red sky and ash smoke. You fought. You all fought. But it was no use. None of you had magic, that wasn’t the law of your world. Mages were rare and not all mages wanted to sacrifice their lives for nothing. You watched your captain burning, reaching his hand to you as you felt the painful fuel of the flames of Muspell.

Run. He said with his dying breath. Run. Warn them.

 Miraculously, as if it were the Dragon of Askr’s will - you made it back to the Order of Heroes. Your skin covered in burns and all you could mutter to your Commander was one phrase: The flames... the flames....

 None of them thanked you. Few of the Heroes (mostly the Heroes who healed you) thanked you for your service, and gave their condolences for the loss of your friends. You were in your room, ordered to stay in and rest, Sakura and Wrys would come to you four times a day to tend to your burns - and try to cheer you up. They would bring friends, although you were thankful for their kindness - your heart still felt the loss of your unit... your squad, your family.

The commander came and offered her condolences and had assured you that their families have been well compensated, all Anna hoped for was for you to forgive yourself. 

Even when you’re stuck in your room trying to regain your health, you weren’t important. You knew you weren’t important. Everyone was more focused on this new Hero named Fjorm from the Kingdom of Nifl. And as always, the Summoner was praised for finding her.

The Summoner this.

The Summoner that.

The Summoner wasn’t the one fighting the battles, it was all you and your comrades. The faceless, nameless comrades who died... who were just forgotten because they weren’t Heroes.

You couldn’t help but hate the Summoner. Hate the Prince. Hate the whole Order.

None of you were important. The volunteers from Askr were not important. Even when everyone dines together in the mess hall, you all knew your place. You had your own place at the edge of the hall as the Heroes dine and laugh with the higher members such as the commander, the Summoner, and the royal siblings. There was such a wall between the normal folk and the Heroes - there finally came a time where some volunteers... left during the war with Muspell and Embla.

Because you all didn’t feel welcome in the ranks at all.

"You’re leaving too?!” You could hear Commander Anna’s reaction from across the corridors of the ancient castle. 

“I am so sorry Commander.” Your fellow comrade bowed in apology, behind the pillar you couldn’t help but listen and started thinking for yourself as well. “But even when all our goals are the same, to stop this war and protect the ones we love... I don’t feel welcome at all Ma’am. It’s not your fault or the Heroes. It’s just... I can’t keep it up anymore. I’m tired of trying to keep up with big names and we’re just... us volunteers are just nothing.”

“Are... are you all feeling this way?” The Commander’s tone was sincere. Broken. As if she was starting to question her own leadership.

“We all have... especially since (y/n) came back to us.” Your comrade admitted in complete shame. “She and her unit... her captain brought out the best in us, trained us, took care of us. But seeing their sacrifices meant nothing to the Order - what’s the point of service if we’re just going to be forgotten in the end?”

“I didn’t...” The commander was in utter shock. She couldn’t comprehend on how this was going around the volunteer members. “I wasn’t...”

“We don’t blame you ma’am. And we are grateful for the opportunity to serve Askr. We have... outlived our purpose now, ma’am. With all of these Heroes, you don’t need us anymore.” He bowed, you couldn’t help but feel his full sense of hesitation and even regret. “I’m really sorry ma’am. I wish you the best on the war effort.”

You couldn’t help but wonder if it was right. Did you truly outlive your purpose?

The following morning wasn’t better when you saw your roommate packing up their things. And you said. “You’re leaving too, huh?”

“Yeah,” your roommate casually answered as they continued to pack their belongings. “I gave my resignation to the Commander earlier. I don’t want to leave but… we’re not needed here anymore and the Order made that clear.”

“You’re a captain, what will happen to your unit?”

“My unit is leaving with me.” You looked at your roommate as they just finished packing. Giving you a smile of reassurance was all they could do for you. “It sounds like we’re ganging up on the Commander, doesn’t it?”

You were still in a state of shock. And yet, you didn’t question their decision, it was understandable. “I won’t lie… but it does… but… but why—I don’t understand.”

“Surtr is trying to attack every village he could find that doesn’t have a strong protection from the Order and the Knights. Commander Anna is doing everything in her power, we know that. King Gustav too and I know we have much more Heroes than before, and they’re a more capable bunch that us… they’ll do well.”

“What will you all do?”

Your roommate sighed. “We’re all going home to our respective villages. Muspell is playing with the Knights but they’re only defending the capital, the Order is more focused on gathering intel for the king but… even we were replaced by Heroes in that field. Protecting villages with no fighting force seems to be the most logical option. That’s what the others are doing. How ‘bout you?” Your roommate gave a wary smile. “Are you still going to stay?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact. You didn’t know what to do. A part of you still wanted to be involved with the Order because of your beliefs but, the other part didn’t want you to say because none of you were being valued. “I’ll try to stay for a while, I won’t lie… leaving has also crossed my mind from time to time.”

Closing their suitcase, your roommate nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you in the village if you made up your mind then.”

After giving you a pat on the shoulder, you just watched your roommate leave. Things weren’t progressing as smoothly as everyone hopped for. Some of the Heroes did notice the decline of volunteer folks and you couldn’t help but wonder if this became a problem for the commander. You wondered if the Summoner or the Prince and Princess noticed it themselves. The more people left; the more Heroes were being summoned into the Order.

The mess hall was livelier than before now. With more Heroes meant more friends but, you looked around to only find almost no familiar faces that were in your circle. You realized; you were the only non-hero in the mess hall now. Everyone else left. The music, the laughter, the jokes, they were all noises for you now.

You were just one nameless soldier in a room filled with important figures.

“You haven’t touched your food (y/n), something on your mind?” You looked up to find one of the castle’s servants looking at you with concern. You didn’t realize that everyone in the mess hall was already gone, including the Commander and the Summoner.

“There is, actually.” You couldn’t help but sigh. “I’m also thinking of leaving.”

“You too?”

You smiled at that ironic question. “Yeah… me too. I guess leaving on my own free will is better than being sacked eventually. No one even noticed the decrease of numbers; the Summoner just keeps on replacing us anyway. The more Heroes they summon, who knows when the Commander will tell me to just sleep in a tent outside so they could have a room and a bed.” You joked.

The servant Dahlia sat across you, giving out a small pout. “Now, now… you know Anna wouldn’t do something like that.”

“It… just crossed my mind.” You answered honestly. “With the volunteers leaving, there would be more room in the barracks for the Heroes right? It hasn’t been even the following day and I already have a new neighbor. Maybe my comrades are right… we already outlived our purpose. Everything was simpler when Zacharias was still here.”

Dahlia just nodded. “Things were simpler when the captain was here but, he’s not anymore. Do you think Captain Zacharias would be happy seeing you all like this?”

No one knew what happened to Zacharias. Though he was close to Prince Alfonse and Princess Sharena since they were young, he used to be your unit captain. He took care all of you, trained you, scolded you, gave you wisdom – the Summoner was no replacement for him. Everyone knew that. Zacharias would want you to follow your heart. Not think of yourself a burden.

You shook your head. “Good.” Dahlia smiled. “No one can force you to stay or go, (y/n), that’s your decision to make. And if you’re leaving too well… all I can do is wish you luck on future endeavors.”

Perhaps with a bit of luck you would know what to do. But fortune frowns before you, you didn’t know what to do. For years, all you could think about was joining the Order of Heroes to do your part. To help fight and protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. The years were kind and fruitful, filled with laughter and friendship – but now they’re nothing but a shard of a memory as you walked down the cold, empty corridors of the castle.

In your room, you proceeded to write a letter. Describing your thoughts and explaining why your decision to leave the order was made. Neatly folding it, you left for the Commander’s chamber. Knowing Anna, she would still be awake by this time – after all, she was once a volunteer like you before the old man retired and chose her to be his successor.

In your mind, you rehearsed and rehearsed what you were going to say to her. How you made up your mind and will follow the decision of your former comrades. Many good soldiers came and went, and they were gone not because they were killed in the battlefield, but rather they left on their own free will.

You were about to knock, but for a single moment, you hesitated the moment you heard crying from inside.

Anna’s crying. You noted to yourself. Found yourself froze in front of the door, with your hand about to knock the door. You couldn’t do it. You wanted to. You wanted to leave. You were unhappy with what the Order has become and how you were all treated. You wondered if you were an ungrateful soul, wanting recognition for things you have done – things that any Hero would do, but because you had no name, you were nothing, you weren’t recognized.

You knew Anna was grateful, wasn’t that enough for you? Was it too much to ask for the whole Order to know the deeds you have done? The sacrifices that you had to endure? Hearing the commander cry made your heart feel even more pain than the burns on your skin.

“May I help you?” You jumped in fright, turning around to see the Summoner. “You heard the crying too, huh?”

“Yes… Summoner.” You looked down. Not wanting to look into their eyes. Even if you did, you couldn’t see them. The Summoner always wore their hood and no one has ever seen their face. Some did speculate that only members of the royal family and the commander are able to do so, but there was never any proof.

But Kiran already had an idea why you were in front of Anna’s room. “What’s that on your hand?” They asked quietly. It wasn’t stern or serious, but rather calm and worried.

“My… resignation, Summoner.”

Kiran nodded. “You’re leaving too. I see… may I ask why?”

Why?! You wanted to snap. How… how could they? After everything you and your comrades did for this Order, wasn’t it obvious why you chose to follow? But it was late and you didn’t want to cause anymore trouble for Anna. You’d be gone in the morning anyway. So, you answered. “I don’t belong here anymore, Summoner.”

The Summoner was quiet, but continued to listen to what you had to say. “I’m aware of the damages that this war has caused the kingdom. I’m also aware of the selfishness that has come to mind, thinking about myself rather than the benefit of those who need our protection. I won’t speak for my comrades who left before me – but I’m not being valued here. When a soldier leaves, a Hero takes our place right? We’re not important to this Order. Not anymore.”

“I see.” The summoner was calmer than you expected them to be. You were waiting to be scolded with the importance of duty. The Summoner was a tactician, one of the keys to the Order’s victory in so many battles. They were the Legendary Great Hero, who would ever doubt them? Who would put them in the wrong? “Here,” the summoner spoke as they offer their hand. “I’ll give it to her for you. I wish you the best.”

It was all you could hear from anyone at this point. Not all of your burns have been healed up and yet, it feels like your heart too, was also burning from the pain. You bowed in the Summoner’s presence as if they were of high importance. In this castle, you couldn’t help but wonder what the Summoner was really like behind that hood of theirs.

The Summoner never really spends time with normal troops, they were always with the Heroes. People expected Prince Alfonse to take on that role more, since he’s the crown prince but to no avail as well. He too, was also hands on with the Heroes.

You couldn’t even sleep that evening. All you could wonder was the whole impossible idea: would people still be leaving if Captain Zacharias was still in your ranks?

You found yourself packing the following morning, ignoring the rushing footsteps from outside of your room. You jumped in shock the moment the door burst opened to find Anna holding your resignation in her hand, and the Summoner calmly standing behind her. The commander was taking deep breathes, you wondered how long she actually ran. From her face alone, you knew she had a sleepless night too – the bags in her eyes were deep, stains of tears could be seen on her cheek.

But none of that mattered to her anymore, all that mattered was her proposition to you. “(y/n)!” She shouted with determination as your eyes both met. Her gaze was even burning hotter than Muspell flames. “I have a proposition for you!”

In a sense, knowing the commander for so long, a part of you already knew that she didn’t accept your resignation and is about to offer you something you can’t refuse. “Be my steward!” Anna stopped, knowing that she said the wrong words to you.

You blinked. “Forgive me commander,” you answered as you closed your luggage. “But I do not see how that will make me stay.” You were confused. What soldier would want a stewardship? You thought that they were taking you as a servant. The order doesn’t pay well, you were stuck doing side jobs just to send back money to your family back in the village.

“Ack!” Anna couldn’t help but scratch her whole head with both of her hands, letter still in hand. “I’m! I’m sorry! Those words were completely wrong! COMPLETELY WRONG! What I’m trying to say is – PLEASE STAY!” The commander clapper her hands together, bowing in front of you. This sight alone was enough to make you feel worse as it is.

You knew Anna before she became commander. All of the people who left knew her personally before she took on the burden of the Order. Even with the fancy titles and all – she was still Anna, but compared to you, Anna was more important. She had more significance. “I – I know I’m not doing my best to make you all feel welcome. Especially when Kiran had been summoning Heroes left and right increasing our numbers! But I want to make things better for everyone! So please (y/n)! Give me another chance!”

If it was their previous commander, this attitude wouldn’t stand. They respected Anna but respect wasn’t the problem, it was pure negligence.

[seita]

— types of doms.

kuroo, kenma, yaku, bokuto, akaashi, + konoha.

+ details what type of doms they are! 

— kuroo tetsurou.

› hard dom and a little mean

› he looooooves punishments so the bigger brat you are the more fun it is for him

› not for you tho bc he will make you cry your little heart out

› call him daddy, sir, or master!!

› you’re his babygirl when you behave but you’re his stupid little pet when you’re bad ):

› very into degredation and dacryphilia

› thinks you’re prettiest when you’re crying about how his cock is too big and how it hurts <3

+

“you wanted to act like a little brat but you don’t want to take your punishment?” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head, “that won’t do at all, kitten. you know better than to disappoint me.”

he grinned when the last words immediately made you cry, “i-i’m sorry, sir! i’ll do better! please punish me!”

the sound of you begging for him to punish you made his cock twitch in his pants. you would have drooled at the sight had you not been forced to your knees. they hit the hard floor with a thunk and it made you wince.

he made a mental note to make sure you were okay afterwards.

but for now, he pulled his cock free, “i’m going to fuck your throat and if you even think about pulling away, you won’t cum for a month.”

— kozume kenma.

› lazy dom

› he’s not strict nor does he care for punishments

› you can call him whatever you want but he likes how his nickname comes off your tongue when you’re cumming

› kind of mean bc he likes to watch you struggle to ride him

› he’s into neglect; he likes to ignore you and watch you cry for his attention

+

his eyes were glued to his phone, scrolling through twitter. even the pretty sounds of your whimpers wouldn’t draw his attention away.

you rocked your hips against his, his cock throbbing inside you as your cunt clenched around him from the stimulation of your clit. as you were whimpering and crying about how good his cock felt, his breathing wasn’t even fast.

he appeared completely unaffected.

it made a sob rip through your chest. you wanted his attention so bad, you wanted to see that your tight little cunt felt good.

with renewed vigor, you began to bounce, using his knees behind you as balance to easily lift and drop yourself down his length.

“ken!” you sobbed when he didn’t even twitch.

the sound of his nickname from your lips made him look up at you finally. tears were making tracks down your cheeks and it made him throb inside you again, “a-am i doin’ good?” you asked, seeking his praise.

his gaze softened for a second before he suddenly looked back at his phone, fighting a smirk when you sobbed again, “go faster and then we’ll see.”

— yaku morisuke.

› hard dom!

› likes to be called sir

› expects you to be a good little service sub and do everything in your power to pleasure him

› makes you worship his cock and balls daily <3

› his punishments are so mean ):

› he’ll ignore you and humiliate you until you’re crying in his lap and begging him to forgive you

› and the best way to do that is to take his cock down your throat like a good little girl <3

+

“i thought you said you could take it, princess?” the name sounded derogatory, condescending and made your skin crawl. you knew he was disappointed; you’d promised you could take him all the way down your throat and you kept choking and pulling away, leaving his cock to throb at nothing.

precum drooled from the tip to the floor, making him glare at you.

“are you stupid? hm?” he snaps, “see, this is why i think i need a new little pet to fuck. since you can’t seem to appreciate my cock properly.”

his words make your eyes widen frantically, shaking your head, “n-no sir! please, i can do it, i really can! l-love your cock so much...’s just too big...”

he hums, fisting your hair once more, “you can take it, if you really wanna show me that you’re my good girl...you’ll take my fucking cock down your throat.”

— bokuto koutarou.

› service dom from hell.

› literally will do anything and everything to please you

› call him daddy <3

› he’ll call you puppy <3

› doesn’t rlly do punishments

› his form of punishment is fucking you until you’re completely dumb on his cock and sobbing for him not to make you cum anymore

› will overstimulate himself because of how desperately he wants to fuck you

+

“puppy’s cunt is so wet,” he pants, burying his face in your neck, “creamin’ so much around me. you’re daddy’s good girl, yeah?”

“yes, daddy! lo-love your cock s’much!” you whine, nails biting in his biceps.

he doesn’t even notice, too absorbed in the lewd sound of your wet little pussy taking his fat cock. he’d already milked orgasm after orgasm from you and you could barely tell up from down at this point.

“i’m gonna cum, puppy,” he whines, “can daddy cum in your little cunt? please, puppy?”

“yes!” you squeal, “please, want your cum so bad, daddy, please-”

“alright, pup,” his voice grows tighter as he slams his hips against yours, mouth opening in a loud throaty moan as he cums, filling your sensitive cunt right up.

he doesn’t stop, however, even after his cum is fucked out of you. even when he starts tearing up from how sensitive his cock was as he continued to fuck you, intent on filling you up until his balls simply couldn’t anymore.

— akaashi keiji.

› soft dom <3

› doesn’t care what you call him, whatever you want works <3

› he’s a bit of tease

› likes to edge, deny, and ruin your orgasms

› because he likes to hear the way you cry for him to make you feel good

› knowing you could reach down to rub your clit but you want him to do it makes his cock hard

› uses very soft petnames for you like honey and pretty baby <3

+

“ah, you got tighter,” he mutters, mostly to himself, rocking his hips slowly against yours, “are you about to cum?”

your mouth falls open and you nod, tearily staring up at him in a silent plea for him not to pull away.

but he does. and you sob, kicking your legs as your body twitches sporadically.

“shh...” he soothes, offering a sweet kiss to your forehead, pushing his cock back into your tender little cunt, “you’re doing so good, just a little more and i’ll make you cum nice and hard...”

“p-please, keiji, it hurts!” you sob, clinging to him as you cry, “w-wanna cum on your cock so bad, please!”

he smiles, “you can take a little more,” he assures, letting you pull his chest flush against yours so you can cry against his neck, “you’re such a good girl, letting me edge you like this. you know it’ll be worth it.”

you really do but that doesn’t mean the build up isn’t hell on earth.

— konoha akinori.

› he can either be the meanest dom imaginable or the softest service dom for you

› another one who doesn’t have a name preference but he likes when you call him sir when he’s being mean and daddy when hes soft <3

› will call you bunny or little one <3

› sort of a sadist tbh

› into physical punishments like spanking

› will also slap you bc he thinks you’re so pretty when you stare at him with watery, startled eyes

› but he also loves when you cling to him and tremble in his arms when he makes you cum <3

+

“daddy...” you pant, eyes rolling back as his cock reaches that sweet little spot deep inside you, “feels good...”

“i know, little one,” he grins, “i can feel you squeezing me...you’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you?”

you nod and open your mouth to say something but you cut yourself off with a little squeal when he suddenly folds you up into a mating press.

“yeah, there we go...” he pants, “you’ll cream nice and hard for me in this position won’t you?”

when you don’t answer for a second, he reaches down and slaps you across the cheek. it makes you sob and your cunt clench down even tighter. suddenly, you begin trembling and your eyes roll back, making him moan.

“fuck, you’re cummin’ now, huh? all cause i slapped you?“

seita © 2021 | all content and its rights belong to me. do not modify or repost.

[justletmeplayminecraft]

given joe publicly declaring he uses any pronouns, a discussion from a cleo and joe art stream back in nov 2021 (before cleo began to use she/they as well.)

the link should take you to the timestamp, but otherwise it’s pretty much on the two hour mark. transcript of the clip under the cut.

[Transcript

Joe: "May I ask you guy's pronouns, please?" [Discussion of question in relation to Joe's rules cut here]

Joe: Oh, Cleo, do you want to go first?

Cleo: Oh, I'm just going to say- [reads donation message]. But I am definitely a she her

Joe: Gotcha. I don't really care? What people call me? So, I- I've been told that saying any all is obnoxious or contrarian, so I don't actually like answering this question because, like, some people really have strong preferences about this and I absolutely respect that, but I just don't care. For me. About- people can say whatever they want about me, I don't feel like that's my business. Like, I don't have a preference.

Cleo: You're gender apathetic is what you are.

Joe: I don't know if that has a specific meaning, cause I- I looked that up at one point, um... And... [Cleo: You're valid, Joe, you’re fine] The only thing that it showed up on on Wikipedia- Wikipedia referenced one tumblr post for that. And so I'm like, I don't wanna use words that only showed up in one tumblr post because I don't know the meaning- the definition of that could shift at any time. Right? 

Cleo: You- you're fine, Joe. As long as you respect other people's pronouns-

Joe: Yeah, I'm happy to! | Cleo: You don't have to care about your own

Joe: I'm just saying, for me, I don't have a preference.

Cleo: Yep

Joe: If I'm filling out a form for the government, or something where I need to simplify things, I usually just go with what's on my ID, but I feel like if I say that, that means, like, everyone should just do whatever's on their ID, I- No. You do whatever you want. I just don't have time to worry about this.

Cleo: You don't have time to process it. That's fine.

Joe: Yeah. I got a lot going on, I'll worry about that stuff later. 

Cleo: Sometimes- sometimes that's just how life is. You don't- if you don't internally feel like it's a problem for you, that's- that’s okay. You know?

Joe: Yeah, so... I don't know. It's just- like, I kind of- I don't like sharing personal information about myself, or volunteering personal information about myself either. And so it feels like that's kind of like, one of those like- Hmmm. I don't know, like-

Cleo: That's alright.

Joe: Yeah. 

Cleo: It's one of those things, that you just have to... Do what feels right for you.

Joe: Yeah. 

Cleo: And, you know, if you don't care, then saying you don't care is not a negative thing against anyone else.

Joe: Yeah, and that's why I don't have it in writing on my thing like "Call me whatever!" Because I don't wanna have to justify it or talk about it all the time 'cause I don't care.

Cleo: Which is fine. It's- It's- I have it on my profiles because- literally because I think it's important to show solidarity with people who are non-cis, so...

Joe: Mm, and when I go to conferences in person, I'll just go with whatever's on my ID because it streamlines things, [Cleo: Mmhm] and as you said, it demonstrates solidarity, but like- If this is *my stream* and this is my space, not- like, I feel like I have to accommodate other people more in their spaces than in my own space. Here I just don't wanna worry about it. And, I- Yeah. So- Yeah. I thought about just not answering because you framed this as May I ask a question which is also expressly against the rules, and I could've side stepped this entirely, but I chose, I dunno, to answer it because, like- Ughhh, I don’t know.

Cleo: Because you're a decent person, Joe

Joe: I'm tryin'.

End transcript]

[fuwushiguro]

Okay,,, so I’m a barista and I thought of this and I just had to request a Drabble from SOMEONE.

✋🏻 Eren Jeager barista toxic fuck buddy. That spits in your drink 🥤. I hate myself for thinking about this but IM JUST SAYING. I’d drink it ISISKSJAKA like you legit see him doing it and he LOOKS STRAIGHT AT YOU. ISOAOAJS

🦢 Anon (new here but ily)

Notes: welcome baby ily!! Lovely to have u here 🥺 AND THANK U FOR THE YUMMY REQUEST

Warnings: Spit, Toxic Relationship, Cheating.

Eren Yeager x f!Reader

He loves your cunt, it's like a drug to him. That is why he consistently finds himself in the back room of the coffee shop with you with his finger burried deep in your pussy. It's fine, no chance of either of you getting caught which is why you find yourselves here so often. It isn't just any coffee shop. It's his. Well, his and Zeke's.

You boyfriend, Zeke's.

But for whatever reason, Eren enjoys working here while Zeke prefers to manage from the sidelines. He supposes it's because you have become a regular customer now that you get your pussy played with whenever you drop by.

You don't consider it cheating, really, giving each other handjobs in the backroom isn't exactly a loving, intimate act. It's just a little fun. You try to convince yourself it isn't cheating, anyway, but if that were true you wouldn't be doing it in secret behind Zeke's back.

"I want you to- I want you to swallow my spit. Hear me? Lil slut, 'm gonna spit in your mouth and you gotta swallow it f'me." he tells you, you force your lips closed and do your best to moan through your nose so that little dream of his can't come to fruition. "Aw c'mon. Spoil sport... cum on my fingers and moan for me."

You cum, soundlessly. His disappointment is immeasurable as you have disobeyed his every request. You pull up your panties and adjust your skirt before heading back out onto the main floor.

"Be a babe 'n get me a drink," you grin, opening the door. "You know my favourite, right?"

"Course I do. I'll even make it special."

You take a seat on one of the comfortable couches near to Eren so that you can carry on chatting with him while he works. But it's silent between you as he focuses on his customers and your specific order. And your nose is burrowed in your phone.

Your heart twinges as you unlock your phone and are greeted by a photograph of yourself and Zeke on your homescreen. There is guilt inside of you, but you can't bring yourself to stop whatever this is with Eren. You find yourself looking up to him, wishing to admire him.

And that's when you spot him doing something he shouldn't.

His eyes are locked firmly on yours, and he makes no indication that he plans to stop. You watch each other carefully as he deposits a small glob of his spit into your drink. You shake your head, disapprovingly, and he can't help but burst out into fits of laughter.

He knows it isn't funny, it's just so ridiculous he can't seem to stop himself from laughing.

"You really want me to swallow... it, so badly?"

"Looks that way, doesn't it?"

"Idiot, bring it here."

He can't take his eyes off you every time you bring your mug up to your lips. You press it down against the coaster on the table a little harder than you were meaning to, indicating that you were done with a satisfied 'Ah!'

"See, wasn't so bad, huh?" he teases, "Maybe we can try it for real next time we're in the back room."

"Yeah yeah, don't push it Eren."

© 2021 fuwushiguro

[five-rivers]

Beltane

Written for Ectober 2021 Day 1: Trick vs Treat. This is part of the Exhumed series.

.

Danny Fenton walked into the precinct. As often happened when he did this, all attention slowly turned to him. “Hi, Detective Patterson. Have you ever heard of Beltane?”

Patterson took a long swig of coffee through the plastic stir straw, because she felt the need to be at least a little drugged before dealing with whatever this was, and then said, “Is this the kind of thing the whole precinct needs to know about, or is it more specific to me?”

“Mm, not specific to you, but I’m not sure if everyone needs to know about it, yet.”

Despite only select members of the Amity Park police force knowing Danny Fenton had another identity, he’d become a sort of ‘ghost liaison’ for the precinct. Better him than the adult Fentons, who tended to break things even (especially) when they were being careful.

“Actually,” continued Danny, “you might have already noticed some things about it. I mean, it’s seasonal, and Mom and Dad were detecting ectoenergy and ghost activity spikes for events like this before they got the portal up and running. Although, the portal was supposed to stabilize and reduce those spikes… I guess reducing one isn’t bad?”

“Okay,” said Patterson. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about. Do you want me to go find Collins?”

“Oh, that might be a good idea.”

“Great,” said Patterson. She turned her head to shout across the room. “McGee. Go find Collins.”

“Still the new guy?” asked Danny, sympathetically.

“It isn’t like we’re a popular posting,” said Patterson, “and, thanks to the ghosts, we don’t really need new people.”

Danny nodded placidly. “I know. But it must be hard for him, don’t you think?”

.

McGee had done his job. He’d discovered the corruption in the Amity Park Police Department and plumbed its depths. The problem was that he could never, ever, report it. Even if they didn’t have a perfectly good cause for it all, what they were ‘hiding’ (and they were only barely doing that) was so ridiculous that McGee had thought he’d gone crazy at first.

Ghosts.

The whole of Amity Park was haunted. Just like it said in those touristy brochures at the front of the local diners.

He stuck his head into the break room. “Collins, Patterson and Fenton want you,” he said.

“In the normal room?” Collins asked, shoving a sugary monstrosity of a donut into his mouth.

“I have no idea. She didn’t say.”

“Normal room then. Great job, McGee.”

McGee rolled his eyes. Great job, he said. As if he’d done anything.

God. What would Halloween be like?

.

“So, it’s like, reverse Halloween?” asked Patterson.

“Well, not exactly,” said Danny. He patted Daisy, the department mascot slash corpse sniffing dog who had followed them into the small interview room, gently on the head. “Actually, there are more similarities than differences. Basically, like Halloween, we’re going to get a spike in ectoenergy. Maybe even some ectoplasmic storms. More portals. That kind of thing.” He shrugged. “Most holidays and seasonal divisions have them, you know.”

“So… we’re getting Halloween round two?” asked Collins.

“What do you bet that this is what gets McGee to snap?”

“He’s been here since December,” said Collins. “I think he’s too stubborn to leave.”

“Is he still spying?” asked Danny.

“No,” said Patterson, waving a hand. “He gave up on that, after a while. But there’s a new office bet about whether or not he’ll stay stay, or if he’ll decide to quit. We’re not allowed to join in because we know him too well.”

“Mm,” said Danny.

“I don’t actually know if I feel like I know him that well,” said Collins.

“Well,” said Danny, “it shouldn’t be as extreme as Halloween. Since, I mean, there aren’t as many religious holidays directly associated with death and stuff happening on or around May first. So. Yeah. But the thing is, there are some traditional, er, activities. Spirited activities.”

Collins suppressed a groan, and was glad that Captain Jones wasn’t available today. He and Danny could sling puns at each other for obscenely long periods of time.

“I’ve never noticed ghosts doing anything on May Day,” said Patterson.

“This is only the third year anyone’s even acknowledged that ghosts exist,” said Danny, “so I’m not really all that surprised. But the reason that I came to talk to you guys is that some of the ghosts want to do Beltane stuff. Like the fire blessings. Also, I’ve been told that some of the trees in town are secretly ghost trees, and if we don’t want to deal with another tree army, we need to do some stuff to appease them.”

“Secret ghost trees.”

“My source is very reliable,” said Danny. “Also, while I say ‘we don’t want to deal with it,’ I think we all know who’d be dealing with most of it.”

“You would,” said Patterson.

“Got it in one. Like, I can convince most of the ghosts to either do their Beltane stuff in the Ghost Zone, or somewhere out of the way. They’ll be disappointed, but I can do it. The ghost tree thing, though…”

“Can’t we just, I don’t know,” said Collins, “get rid of the ghost trees?”

“Well, they aren’t really evil ghost trees. Or even really ghost trees. They’re more… ghosts that live in trees?”

“What, like dryads?” asked Collins, raising his eyebrows.

“That’s what I said, but they’re different species, apparently.”

“Okay,” said Patterson, “so. Appeasing the trees. How many trees are we talking about here, and how are we going to appease them?”

.

“Okay, so, this is definitely a whole precinct kind of thing,” said Patterson.

“And possibly an ‘all civil servants’ type of thing,” added Collins. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Where are we going to get the funding for this?”

“Oh, don’t worry about money,” said Danny. “I’ll just blackmail Vlad, and if that doesn’t work, I can get Mom and Dad to pay for it.”

“What,” said Collins.

“I think this might be a bit beyond your parents’ budget,” said Patterson, “but knock yourself out as far as Masters goes.”

“Well, I guess if it is,” he allowed, dubiously, “I could get the cults to pitch in?”

.

“This is nice,” said Danny. The sky was a bit overcast, which was a shame, but the hundreds of bright flowers and cheerful music more than made up for that.

The May Day celebration was, in Danny’s opinion, a success. At least, this half of it was turning out to be. He’d have to wait and see how the Spirit Bonfires went tonight before he could really make a judgement.

He’d only had to blackmail Vlad a little, too. It turned out that the ‘ruthless businessman’ in Vlad was ludicrously easy to manipulate, and once Danny brought up how a celebration like this one could revitalize local businesses and bring in tourism, he’d caved.

Although, that might have been the threat of an angry tree army. Vlad had definitely come off worse for wear in the last one, on all fronts.

Then, publically putting the Phantom Stamp of Approval (and Necessity Given The Potential Angry Tree Army) on the event had gotten buy-in from his fans and (sigh) the cults. The cults were, in fact, very enthusiastic about their new Holy Day. Danny had made a map of all the places they’d set up booths, and was studiously avoiding them.

Sam and Tucker were doing a walkthrough of that area, now, to check for problems and unadorned thorn trees. They’d arranged to meet up soon.

So, Amity Park was decked out in ribbons and flowers. All of the schools had gotten Maypoles and the day off of classes. Several bands, both human and ghostly, were playing in different parts of town.

It was chaotic, but great.

Danny briefly cut into the street to dodge a pair of college-age men play-fighting with tree branches (a genuinely important tradition symbolizing the battle between winter and summer), then walked through a wall to avoid two ghosts doing the same thing.

Finally, he reached Madame Babazita’s table.

“Hi,” he said, “three readings, please.”

“Three?” she asked. “Just for you?”

“My friends should get here before mine’s done,” said Danny. Was he channeling some predictive powers? Maybe. Holidays did make his powers weird.

.

“I have no idea what your reading is saying,” said Madame Babazita, after fifteen full minutes. “The cards simply aren’t speaking to me today. Also,” she held up an Uno card, “I’m not sure how this even got here.”

“That’s okay,” said Danny, “I just wanted to make sure it was the same as last time.”

.

“Hey! Phantom!” called Ember across the crowd of ghosts that had gathered in the cemetery. Most of them were fire or nature themed. “You’re in for a treat!”

Danny, who had been examining the flowers left on his grave, looked up. “I am?”

Ember draped her arm around Danny’s shoulder. She’d been a lot more friendly with him since the corpse incident. “Sure are.” She stepped up onto the surface of his memorial, pulling him up behind her. Danny shook off a brief chill and looked around.

Ghosts were streaming into the cemetery from various directions, bringing armfuls of flowers with them. Danny could see two, huge bonfire piles of flowers growing near the cemetery gates.

“Are there going to be cows?” asked Danny, who was still fuzzy on the details of the ghostly side of the celebrations.

“I don’t know,” said Ember. “When I’ve seen this done in the GZ there are. Here? Who knows. Maybe we’ll just walk through.”

Danny nodded, unworried. Beltane sure was an interesting holiday.

The last armful of flowers was placed, and every flower in the cemetery caught on fire at once. Including the ones on Danny’s grave. Danny yelped, jumping into flight. As an ice core ghost, he vastly preferred cold to heat.

This went without saying, but fire was very hot.

Ember grabbed his foot, and he almost kicked her. “You knew that was going to happen,” he accused.

“Sure did, babypop,” said Ember, grinning. “Come on, don’t you want to pass through the bonfires?”

Danny eyed the very large bonfires on either side of the cemetery gates. They were lit up with sparks like fireworks, shifting like flowers blooming and withering and blooming again. They were beautiful and impressive, and Danny felt like melting just by looking at them.

“I don’t know…” He wanted to, but… melting…

“Well, if you want to go out the other way and be horribly unlucky for the next year…”

Danny narrowed his eyes. “Is that another trick?” he asked.

Ember’s grin grew wider, and she took off towards the gates. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Danny sighed and followed her.

.

“Unbelievable,” said McGee. “Absolutely unbelievable.” He gave the elderly cultist a boost into the wagon.

“I know, right?” said Patterson. “All this property damage and a low-key kidnapping,” she gestured to the hapless late night partier who had called the police when the cult got too insistent about their message, “and they didn’t even have the good drugs?” She shook her head. “Not that we ever arrest anyone just for drugs in this town.”

“I did not just hear you say that,” muttered McGee.

“We’ll make an Amity Parker out of you yet,” said Collins, heartily, slamming the back door of the wagon. He thumbed the button on his radio. “Any other disturbances?” he asked.

“No, you’re good to come back,” said the dispatcher.

“What I don’t get,” said McGee, leaning against a nearby wall in a moment of weakness, “is why we aren’t breaking up whatever cult thing is happening in the cemetery.” They’d seen it quite clearly on their way here.

“Because those are ghosts,” said Patterson.

McGee took a deep breath. “The ghosts are having some kind of ritual in the cemetery, and you aren’t worried.”

“Not really, no.”

“I hate it here,” said McGee.

“Do you, though?” asked Collins, sounding genuinely interested in the answer.

McGee opened his mouth to snap back that, yes, he did. But…

Hm. Huh.

Collins patted him on the back.

[sie-rui]

Hi can u make draken boyfriend hc pliz 💗 tysm

❀ DRAKEN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 ryuuguji ken 💿 gender neutral, second pov (you/your), fluff, au - canon divergence, boyfriend headcanon 📅 june 24, 2021 🔗 masterlist

ryuuguji ken and his adventures with his lover. (and mikey, of course.)

☆ Ryuuguji Ken as your boyfriend is honestly the sweetest thing ever.

☆ He claims to not like showing too much affection but his actions does the opposite which is endearing in its own little way.

☆ He always makes sure that you’re eating, taking care of yourself, and getting sleep. Out of the two of you, no matter how careful you are, you’re probably careless compared to him.

☆ Draken is more reckless than you though.

☆ I think that you’ll be the one to approach him and confess though. Draken’s friend circle is literally just Mikey and Toman, there’s nothing else other than that.

☆ He’ll want to know you properly first then it just goes from there.

☆ Draken is a caring boyfriend through and through.

☆ He is, after all, the heart of Toman.

☆ He answers your phone calls no matter the time and doesn’t forget to reply to texts because he genuinely wants to talk to you or let you know what’s going around.

☆ Keeps you grounded all the time when you’re about to lose yourself in stress or your own thoughts.

☆ You do most of the talking, Draken prefers listening and adding in his own comments or answering questions that initiating conversations.

☆ When he does answer your questions, he tries to be detailed and even leaves it open so it doesn’t get awkward after that.

☆ Draken regularly attends school (everyone in Toman does) so he has no problem with lessons and studying. The problem is that he doesn’t want to.

☆ It’s up to you to make sure that he would actually study though!

↠ Draken is usually busy with Toman—and Mikey, especially Mikey—so he can’t always spend with you.

☆ He does try to spend time with you though. When he isn’t with Toman and Mikey, he’s with you.

☆ But sometimes… Mikey’s just there. Like Draken has to hang out with him (babysit) while being with you.

☆ Mikey doesn’t mean to, he really doesn’t (he respects Draken’s space, thank you very much), but he just ends up third-wheeling by some twist of fate. Draken doesn’t think he even realizes it.

☆ This means that you and Mikey are close as well.

☆ Congrats, you now understood Draken’s suffering in handling a spontaneous Mikey. Suddenly, you don’t feel too mad whenever Draken has to suddenly leave you alone for Toman or Mikey anymore.

☆ Mikey loves hanging out with you. Draken is convinced that he’s starting to steal you from him lolol

☆ Once had a little quarrel because Mikey wanted to tag along with your date to the arcade.

“But! I wanna try the DDR with Y/n as well~” "She's my lover! You can hang out with them another time, preferably not during our date."

☆ Draken thoroughly supports you with whatever you do; but when it comes to illegal or things that he knows is wrong or bad for you, he’ll stop you immediately.

☆ Really patient with you. If he can survive Toman’s insanity, then he can survive waiting for you to choose your order in a cafe for hours.

☆ Will watch Studio Ghibli movies with you when you want to or if you need comfort. He isn’t one to just sit still and watch something but he’ll do it any time for you.

☆ Is an expert at acting as if nothing is wrong even if everything is going to shit so that you won’t get embarrassed or something.

☆ He may act dismissive most of the times, but really, he cares.

☆ PIGGYBACK! RIDES!

☆ Draken doesn’t get spooked easily. If anything, he smiles when watching horror movies. Mainly because of you screaming or flinching.

☆ The kind of boyfriend that will go to the mall with you to carry your bags and eat ice creams at the parlor. Gives honest opinion on your clothes or anything you’d buy, including bags, notebooks, little trinkets.

☆ His gifts are really thoughtful !!

“Yeah, this made me think of you so here...”

☆ Draken's love language is definitely acts of service. Would do anything for you, even though he knows that you can do it yourself. Princess treatment all the way.

☆ Smiles when he kisses you, eyes closed, and holding you by your waist.

☆ Gives you a lot of smiles and small grins whenever you look at him. It isn’t even fake because Draken is genuinely happy every time he sees you and when you look at him with doe eyes or even a questioning look, it gives him a boost of serotonin.

[38riku]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

synopsis: holiday hc’s with midoriya, kaminari, and kirishima

warnings: none

midoriya izuku

- prefers a more intimate holiday

- would visit his mom and hand delivers her gift but end up staying longer than anticipated

- all might would most likely pop up at your crib “happy holidays young midoriya and lover!” with gifts

- off topic but all might is the type to gift socks and deodorant

- back on topic

- bougie decorations 100% your neighbors are jealous

- he most definitely used his quirk to set everything up in under five minutes

- y’all ever drove past a house with fancy lights and say “I know they light bill high.”

- yeah that’s y’all

- he’ll cook a small yet savory meal for just the two with the good plates + candlelight

- you will not lift a finger! he’ll tell you to wash up and get ready to open gifts while he cleans the dishes

- now on to his gifts

- I feel like he buys your gifts early like he saw something that you would just love and bought it

- hid it in his underwear drawer until you guys put the tree up

- the gift adheres to your taste no matter what it is. small or large, inexpensive or cost bank, allat

- probably uses his connections to find things that are sold out or no longer on the market but it’s no trouble

- anything to make his lover smile

- you guys clink glasses of whatever you like afterward

“To a wonderful holiday with the love of my life and each one after.”

kaminari denki

- is feral when it comes to the holidays but in the best way

- the type to dress up as Santa and deliver gifts to all your friends just like that

- don’t worry, he got you a costume too, you’re his helper elf of course!

- his parents absolutely adored it and took so many pictures for them to post online, you guys probably ended up on a few pinterest boards

- voice activated lights outside

- very colorful, very bright, mildly annoying to have a 30ft singing snowman but you manage

- you guys probably made pizza or something but it was the best pizza you guys ever had and ate the whole thing

- had a Charlie Brown Christmas playing in the background while you guys opened your gifts

- 9/10 he bought something he liked and uses it more than you but it’s the thought that counts

- he is also a gift card type of guy and again, they are places he would benefit from too but in the sweetest way

- and brochures! couples wine tasting or art class things you can do together

- you guys end the night sharing a cake that you guys baked. sloppily decorated but it tasted good

- he kisses you when you have icing on your lips

“Our love is the sweetest.”

kirishima eijiro

- just the right amount of holiday spirit

- offered to host a gift giving party with all of your friends (with your consent) everyone loves going to your house n e way

- the decorations are minimal with a few wreathes and garland outside but inside? man

- the tree is absolutely beautiful and decorated with red and gold with a cute star on top

- the first guests arrive with their gifts and boy are your friends happy you two agreed to host because the vibes are immaculate

- the smell of the food you two have been cooking all day, the subtle decor, your favorite festive candle scent, and the sound of crackling fire

- when it’s time to give gifts it’s absolutely chaotic but everyone had a good time

- bakugo received multiple lumps of coal as a joke and he nearly ignited each of them but didn’t want to face your wrath

- when it was time for them to leave they took plates on plates on plates of food you guys barely had any leftover

- after they all left kirishima took out your favorite dessert for you guys to share

“did you like the party ?”

“I did, but the best part was spending every moment with you.”

you will subject to my fluff

thanks for reading <3 hope u enjoyed!

© 2021 38riku. all rights reserved.

[smells-like-mettaton]

Rating: T (for inherent neutral ending angst)

Summary: Toriel's old house feels like a mausoleum. She will gladly ignore chisp crumbs and lumpy mattresses for a place that feels more like home.  (Queen Toriel ending fic for Soriel Week 2021.)

Word Count: 5211

XXX

The bedroom was exactly how she left it. Her bed pushed up against the gray wall. A book about snails on the wooden desk. A knit sweater with the embroidered words "Mrs. Mom Lady" in the wardrobe.

Even after all this time, she could barely look at it without her soul splitting in two.

She'd known this wouldn't be easy. She hadn't seen this house in over a century. Still, she wasn't prepared for how Asgore had sealed up her old room like a tomb, a photograph of the day that everything went terribly, horribly wrong.

At least the last child was safe. They should not have had to take a life to save their own, but she doubted Asgore had given them a choice.  Her own soul felt more numb than anything.  To her, Asgore had died a century ago.

What was done, was done. And as usual, she was too late to do anything but sweep up the dust.

She backed through the doorframe, shutting the door with a quiet click. She would have to return eventually, but for now, she yearned for a place with fewer painful memories.

"Hey, Your Majesty." A voice startled her as she attempted to escape the foyer. Luckily it was a voice she would always recognize.

"Hello, old friend." She turned and smiled at the monster leaning against the stair railing.

He was smaller than she expected, with that deep voice. Not that that was a bad thing. As for him being a skeleton, that had been apparent from the abundance of bone puns.

"You know the formality is unnecessary," she told him softly.

"Is it?" He shuffled from foot to slippered foot. 

In all her time of joking with him through the door, she had never expected him to be so cute. 

"Didn't want to assume, old lady."

He winked, and she felt a weight lift from her chest. At least one monster would still treat her like a person, and not like a mythical figure returned to save them.

"Toriel," she introduced herself for the first time. He had to have heard already, but between rushing to the palace, scattering Asgore's dust, comforting their—her people… she hadn't had time to seek out her friend.

He seemed to feel comfortable walking right into her home, though. Did he ever visit Asgore when he was here? Her friend seemed like the type of monster who went wherever he felt like, and Asgore, for all his flaws, had never turned a monster away from his home.

"Sans." He held out a bony hand. "Sans the skeleton."

"Nice to meet you, Sans," she tested out the name and clasped his hand with her paw.

A loud pthbbbbbt echoed through the empty hall. Her eyes widened.

"Wow, Toriel. That's, uh, some way to make an introduction." He winked.

She squinted down at the inflatable object in his hand, the source of the farting noise. Then she pretended to ignore it.

"It certainly is. I was not aware that skeletons were capable of flatulence."

His eyelights gutted for a moment before he burst out laughing.

"Your jokes are even better in person," he said once he composed himself.

His laugh set her soul fluttering. In all their conversations through the door, he'd never laughed like that. Maybe she should have tried fart jokes sooner.

"I am always happy to tickle your funny bone." She smiled, and his face tinged blue.

"Happy to be tickled. But, uh. I guess that's not all I'm here for?"

Her breath caught in her lungs. Of course he would not visit without a reason. 

"I suppose not. Would you like to have a seat?"

"It's nothing that serious," he assured her quickly. "I just thought you'd want an update on the kid."

"You've spoken with them? They are still here?"  She tried to keep the hysteria from her voice.

How could they have taken Asgore’s soul and not returned home?  Had the Barrier proven too powerful?

"No—geez, I'm making this sound worse." He ran a bony palm down his face. "They’re definitely gone.  Papyrus tried to call them nonstop.  Besides that, you know the big stuff. The king's dead."

Her lips drew to a thin line, pulling tight across her fangs.

"I can hardly fault them for that."

"Right." He stuck his hands back in his pockets. "I gotta be honest. The way the kid looked when I last saw them… I don't think they did it."

Her brow furrowed. She was inclined to hope that the child had not chosen violence.  They had been so sweet, so eager to talk and joke with the monsters of the Ruins, so quick to hug her even after she’d fought them.  It was hard to imagine them striking down Asgore.

"But… then what do you think happened?"

Sans shrugged. "Wish I knew. I kept watch best I could, but…"

"I could not expect you to come between them and your king." As much as she wished he could have. She had hardly expected him to agree to watch over the human at all.

“Couldn’t have even if I wanted to.  These bones aren’t as sturdy as they look.  Maybe I shoulda listened to my bro and drank more milk...” He grimaced and glanced away.  “Anyway.  Like I said, I don’t know what happened.  Just.  Be careful, okay?”

“Careful?” She blinked.

“Yeah.  You never know.” His gaze flickered to a potted golden flower on the end table next to the stairs.

“Sans.  If I did not know better, that would sound like a threat.” She crouched down, so she could better meet his eyesockets. “Is there something you are trying to tell me?”

“Man. First I rip one in front of a lady, then I threaten her.  I’m makin’ a great first impression.”  He rocked back and forth on his slippers. “Look. Toriel. I don’t wanna scare you, ‘specially since today must’ve been hard. Real hard.”

His eyelights bored into her irises. She found herself needing to look away.

“It has certainly been… interesting. Moreso than any day since I last saw this place.” She suppressed a shudder.

Change. Her life had been constant for so long.  There would be no more of that, now. Hopefully that would be for the better, but only time would tell.

“Yeah. Being flung away from everything you’re used to… don’t imagine that’s a cakewalk. Don’t want you to worry about freaks hiding in the shadows on top of that.”

Somehow, she felt he made more sense when he was on the other side of a door. Knock-knock jokes had a formula. Just another normalcy she had forfeited, she supposed.

“Please, Sans. If you believe I am in danger, you may say so.”

“Fine. So.” He grinned, and she couldn’t help a snort.

“Alright, I suppose I walked into that one.” She smiled, despite his warning. “Under normal circumstances, I would say I could handle myself. But I must admit you are more updated on the state of the kingdom than I.  Do you have any information that could help?”

“...Not really?” His grin turned sheepish.  “You look like a tough lady. I bet my bones are rattling over nothing.”

“I would still humer-us you.”

He gave her a funny look. “You’re actually taking me seriously?”

“Why would I not? You are my friend.  Perhaps… my only friend, at this point,” she admitted.  It would be foolish to ignore a warning, even if it was based on gut feeling. Or, whatever skeletons had in place of a gut.

“Well.  Uh.  If someone, something, was behind the king’s… yeah. If it wasn’t the kid, whoever else it was might still be around. So.” He coughed. “Sounds stupid when I say it like that, huh.”

“It does not.  I think it is sweet that you are worried.” He wouldn’t be able to see her blush, thankfully. It had been a long time since anyone had looked out for her.

“Geez, Toriel.” He rubbed the back of his skull. “You’re gonna ruin my reputation.”

“What reputation? Are you typically a monster with a heart of bone?” she teased.

“Nah. I just don’t worry. Too much work.”  It was difficult to tell if he was joking.  “Guess I can make an exception this once, though.”

“Why, thank you, my friend.”  She had the sudden urge to reach out and squeeze his hand.  It would be more for her own comfort than his, so she did not act on it. “To be honest, your words are a relief. I do not mind the excuse to avoid this place.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “You got somewhere else you’d rather be?”

She both did, and did not. How could she explain without sounding like a clinging child?

...Perhaps that was the wrong metaphor. She would have preferred her children to be a little clingier.

“‘Cause, uh, if you don’t mind a bit of mess… my door’s always open.”

She blinked at the offer. Had he felt the thoughts stirring in her soul?

She didn’t want to be alone. Not again. And she had told him the truth: there were unlikely to be any other monsters she knew still around. Perhaps Gerson; she and Asgore had always joked that he would outlive them.

That joke seemed awfully morbid now.

“Sorry. Was that too forward? Our friendship’s built off closed doors; guess we should just take 'em one at a—"

"No," she interjected too forcefully. “No. I would love to visit your home.”

Though she had never set foot there, she already suspected it would feel more like a home than this place.

“You really—? Great.” His skull tinged the faintest blue. “Just, uh, know that it’s nothing fancy.”

Toriel smiled. “‘Nothing fancy’ sounds wonderful at the moment.”

Perhaps wherever he lived would be out of the way enough that news of her return would be delayed. If she could be lucky enough to pass for an ordinary monster… well, that was likely too much to wish for. It certainly wasn’t becoming of a queen to hide from her subjects.

Stars, there was so much to get used to. So many formalities to reacquaint herself with.  She hoped such things would wait until tomorrow.

Sans returned her smile.

“In that case, I know a shortcut.”

XXX

She handled the shortcut well for a first-timer. No stumbling on the other end, no complaints of nausea or dizziness. Of course, she was a Queen. A Boss Monster. Why would a magic trick ruin her composure?

Sans wanted to laugh. All this time, he'd been joking with the Queen. She didn't seem to mind, but she could just be “humerus”ing him.

...Nah. She had every excuse to ignore him if she really wanted to. Instead she'd actually taken him up on his offer.

He almost forgot to drop her hand once their feet landed in the soft snow. Heh. Who was he kidding? It was just nice to feel her fur under his fingers. To touch her, and know that she was real.

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up, reflecting the gyftmas lights strung haphazardly around the house's columns. "I remember this place!"

"You do?" Sans's browbone furrowed.

"I saw it while travelling from the Ruins to…" she trailed off.  To stop the kid from fighting Asgore.

Sans felt stupid for not trying to stop them himself.  Not that a kid that determined would’ve listened, anyway.  Still… he’d believed in them.  Hoped that by some miracle, they’d get ‘em out of this mess.

Heh. That was too much pressure to put on a kid, even a determined one.

"Yeah." He coughed quietly. "Guess we're hard to miss. Papyrus did something to the Gyftmas lights—even when the CORE lights go out for the night, ours stay on. Never figured out how he pulled that off."

Toriel laughed before seeming to realize something.

"I will get to meet your brother!" She clasped her hands together. "I wish it had not come about for such an unhappy reason, but I am excited nonetheless."

He chuckled. Her excitement was contagious. That was something she and Papyrus had in common already.

He pushed the door open, called out for his brother—and noticed the monster sprawled out on his couch.

"Oh." Sans blinked at Undyne, who was snoring so loudly, he should've heard it from outside. Guess he'd been a little distracted. "Uh. This is awkward."

"What is it?" Toriel hung back, her head ducking through the doorframe. "Is your brother sleeping? I would not wish to wake him. You said he rarely sleeps, did you not?"

"Nah, it's not him. Forgot his pal's house burned down. Actually, I'm sure you met her. Undyne? Captain of the Royal Guard?"

"I… yes, we met." Toriel edged inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. "She looks far more peaceful now than she did this morning. From what I understand, my ex-husband was something of a father to her."

"Something like that." Sans nodded in agreement. There hadn't even been a Royal Guard until Asgore created the position for her. Sans wondered if Toriel would keep it around now that Asgore was gone.

Welp. It wouldn't hurt, what with his suspicions about Papyrus's friend "Flowery." 

(Maybe Sans should let Toriel sleep on the top floor rather than the couch anyway. No dirt for stray flowers to get into up there.)

"Should we be staring?" Toriel said with a soft chuckle.

Sans shook his thoughts away. "Sorry. Just thinking. I, uh…"

There wasn't room on the top floor. Sans's lumpy, crumb-dusted mattress was out of the question. That left only Papyrus's bed, which while rarely in use, had too much sentimental value to give to Toriel without asking. Where was Papyrus, anyway?

"Undyne!" His brother practically kicked in the door. "I have returned with nutritious—oh!"

Papyrus's sockets blinked at Toriel. Then at Sans. Then at Toriel again.

(Undyne let out another loud snore.)

"Sans?”  Papyrus dropped his groceries on the table next to the pet rock. “Why didn't you tell me we had another guest??"  

Because he was an idiot who hadn't planned past one impulsive offer. His face went a little blue.

"I guest you would figure it out," he managed to joke. 

Toriel let out a bleating laugh at that. The suddenness of it was enough to jolt Undyne awake.

"NGAHH!!" She tried to leap off the couch, but ended up rolling onto the floor. "I'm here, Asgore! I won't—oh."

Her single eye blinked up at Toriel. 

"Papyrus?" Undyne hissed through her teeth. "Why didn't you tell me the Queen was coming??"

"Because I didn't know!" Papyrus replied brightly. 

"I, uh, promise I'm usually more professional than this." Undyne summoned an energy spear and used it to push herself to her feet. The attack left a small char mark on the carpet. "I am at your service, Your Majesty."

Sans thought she looked real professional in a pair of Papyrus's MTT-brand crop top pajamas. Toriel didn't comment on that though, instead opting for a matronly smile.

"There is no need for that, Captain. I am not here on business, but as a friend."

That smile turned towards Sans, and he fought back a blush.

"Yeah. I was just gonna, uh, make some dinner. Y'know, welcome our queen back with some Snowdin hospitality."

"Dinner?" Papyrus squinted suspiciously. "You don't cook dinner. I cook dinner."

"First time for everything, right?" Sans winked to hide his embarrassment. 

Of course Papyrus wouldn't buy his excuse. But he really didn't want his brother and Undyne worrying on top of Toriel. Granted, it was Undyne's job to worry about security threats… but she'd tear up the house's foundation if she thought an enemy might be hiding anywhere in a five-mile radius. 

"Sans," Toriel chided him. "You do not owe me that."

"Wowie! You must be a great influence on him, Bald Asgore!"

Toriel blinked before bursting out laughing. Sans's grin widened. 

"Her name is Toriel, bro."

"Of course!! Where are my manners?" Papyrus bustled past him to shake Toriel's paws. "I am the Great Papyrus! It's an honor to meet you, Queen Toriel!"

"The honor is mine. Sans has told me so much about you," she said, and Papyrus blushed pink.

"You? Know the new queen?" Undyne whispered to Sans while Papyrus and Toriel got acquainted.

"You know me. I know everyone." He winked.

"She came out of nowhere."

"Yeah. My bro and I know what that's like."

Undyne huffed, but Sans didn't offer a more thorough explanation.

Papyrus's affronted shout signalled that Toriel had dropped her first pun.

"I take it back! This is the worst day of my life!!" 

Sans met Toriel's eyes, and they both laughed.

"I suppose I will have to help Sans in the kitchen as my pun-ishment," she said with a coy wink.

"Normally I would object to a guest cooking, but in this case I will make an exception!" Papyrus turned on his heel and grabbed Undyne's arm. "We will clean up the living room in the meantime! Try not to corrupt the queen any further, Sans!!"

"Wouldn't dream of it, bro."

He gave a quick wink to Toriel behind Papyrus's back, and they moved to the kitchen.

"Did I actually upset him…?" She asked once they were out of earshot.

"Nah. He's just dramatic like that. He'll drop three puns per sentence when he thinks I'm not listening."

He turned away, rummaging through the fridge for something edible they could cook.  Discreetly, he tucked his empty chisp bag behind Papyrus’s spaghetti-filled tupperware.

“Oh, good.  I would not want to make a bad first impression.”

“Pfft. You’d have to try real hard to do that, Tori.  My bro sees the best in everyone.”  He smiled and pulled a “pupperoni” pizza out of the freezer.  It wasn’t anything fancy, but at least it would be edible.

He turned around, pizza in hand, and found Toriel staring at him oddly.

“What?”  His sockets widened.  “Uh, you’re not vegetarian, are you?”

She shook her head quickly, her gaze skimming off of his like oil from water.

“Pizza sounds lovely.  It has been quite some time since I had one.”

Sans didn’t pry, but he couldn’t help wondering what her expression had meant.  Had he said something weird?

...Oh.  He’d called her Tori, hadn’t he?  He should know better than to use nicknames without asking.  Papyrus hated them.

“Please, allow me.”  She held out her paws, so she couldn’t be too upset.

He handed over the pizza, and he jumped when fire flared to life in her palms.  For a moment he thought the fire would scorch the pizza beyond recognition, but the flames were just pleasantly warm.  He’d never known a monster other than Grillby to have such careful control of fire magic.

“Heh.  I didn’t know you were so hot, Toriel.”

As soon as he said it, he clamped his jaw shut.  Geez, how stupid could he be?  Making bad jokes was one thing, but flirting with bad jokes?

The fire went out.  She looked up abruptly—er, looked away from the pizza.  He was still a good two feet shorter than her.

“Tori was fine,” she said, her voice soft.

“Uh,” he replied intelligently. 

She suppressed a giggle, and he was pretty sure his face burned hotter than her fire had.  He could stand to take notes from Alphys and throw himself in the trash.

“Or not.  Whatever is comfortable for you,” she reassured him.  “Now, should we eat dinner before it gets cold?”

Eating was hardly something he could screw up at.

“Sure,” then after a pause, he tested, “Tori.”

Forget her fire magic.  Her smile could’ve heated the pizza all on its own.

XXX

For once in a hundred years, dinner was a warm and energetic affair.  In addition to the pizza, Papyrus had tossed together a salad from his fresh groceries, and Sans had briefly stepped out to grab a few orders of wings and fries.  In the end there was plenty of food for four hungry monsters.

Papyrus apologized for the lack of seating, but Toriel didn’t mind sitting on the couch squeezed between Sans and Undyne, eating off of paper plates.  She couldn’t imagine anywhere she would have felt more comfortable.

Before long, though, the day’s fatigue caught up with her.  She supposed it was to be expected—she wouldn’t regain her social stamina all at once.  

Sans caught her eye, and he nodded towards the stairs as Undyne and Papyrus “owned” each other in an MTT-Brand fighting game.

“Sorry.  I know they can be a bit much.” Sans rubbed the back of his skull.  

“They’re lovely.  I wish I had the energy to keep up with them.”  She smiled.

He leaned against the banister, smiling down at them.  Papyrus had gotten the upper hand this time, and was punching the air with joy.

“Me too,” Sans said, still looking away.  “I was thinking.  If you want a place to rest for the night, my bed’s open.”

She blinked.  Her face seemed to catch fire.  That was rather more… forward than she was expecting.  Sure, she had enjoyed his lighthearted flirting, and much as she tried to deny it, feelings had been growing in her for a long time.  But to have him return those feelings? And so boldly? It was as unfathomable as it was unlikely.

“I can get ya some fresh sheets, and I’ll crash in the shed.  My bro set up an, uh, guest room there when the human was in town.”

Oh.  She rubbed the heat from her face while he wasn’t looking.  How foolish could she be, to think he would be implying…? Well.

“I would not force you out of your room,” she said.  “If your brother prepared a guest room, I am sure that would be adequate.”

He let out a quick laugh.  “Uh, you’re not used to my brother’s… decorating.  Seriously, I don’t mind.”

She sighed.  If he insisted, she supposed it would be rude to deny his hospitality.

“Alright.  Thank you very much, Sans.”

“Great.”  He smiled back at her, then went into his brother’s room.  She waited patiently, and only jumped a little when he suddenly reappeared from the right hand door.  Perhaps the two rooms were connected in the back by a bathroom.

“Hotel Sans, one vacancy.”  He winked while holding the door open.

She chuckled behind her hand.  “You really did not have to resort to this.”

“Heh, I wouldn’t call it much of a resort.  The bed’s not even queen sized.”  He rubbed the back of his skull.

The bed was smaller than she was used to, but it did have fresh sheets.  That was the only fresh thing about the room.  Chisp crumbs had been brushed under the dresser, and… that was a tornado.  A self-sustaining trash tornado.  Though at least there was a pine-scented air freshener suspended in it.

“Sorry, it’s… really not much.  Uh.  Probably kinda insulting, expecting the Queen to sleep—”

“It’s perfect.”

He blinked.  “Huh?” 

“I am no stranger to a few crumbs, Sans.”

She remembered days that bled into weeks that bled into months.  Months where she couldn’t bring herself to clean, could hardly bring herself to care at all.  Months that had grown fewer and farther between since she’d met a friendly voice behind a door.

“I would’ve vacuumed,” he said sheepishly, “but I suck at it.”

More embarrassingly loud laughter burst from her.  In front of Sans, though, she didn’t feel the need to curtail her joy.

“Thank you.” She poured as much sincerity as she could into her voice.  

“‘S no problem, Tori.”  A light blue tinge warmed his cheekbones.  How could he possibly look so adorable? “Bathroom’s down the hall if you wanna wash up or anything.  And Undyne’ll be on the couch, so this is probably the safest place in the Underground right now.”

Her brow furrowed.  Sure enough, there was no bathroom door inside the room—he must have used one of his “shortcuts” to move from his brother’s room to here.

“So, uh.  I’ll be in the shed—uh, guest room if you need me.”  He flashed one more tense grin before turning to leave.

“Wait.” She stepped towards him without thinking.  

He looked up, one brow ridge raised.  She found herself biting her lip, wondering if she dared ask what her soul wanted.  It was silly, really.  She’d been on her own for years, decades.

Maybe that was why she was so hesitant to lose this one taste of companionship.

“I would feel… safer, if you would stay too.”  Her face burned beneath her fur, but she projected her usual composure.

“...Welp. Can’t say no to that, huh?”

She was about to reassure him that he could say no—that she was asking as his friend, not as his queen—but the soft smile on his face told her he already knew.  

He briefly left to grab a few things, then returned with a few pillows and, for some reason, a dog bed.

“You are not going to sleep on that,” she said in disbelief.

He flopped the dog bed in the middle of the floor and started fluffing it.  “Why not?  Gotta throw a dog bed a bone, right?”

“Sans.”  

The outdoor lights dimmed, as if at her command.  Only the colored Gyftmas lights outside and one dim indoor bulb lit the room.

Her confidence waned with the light.  What had she expected him to do?  She’d asked him to stay.  Unless she wanted to…

Oh, to hell with it.  She was too old to be so shy about these things.

“If you are not opposed,” she swallowed, “we could… share this mattress.”

When he looked up, she couldn’t make out his eyelights at all.  Their glow returned slowly, like the rising of the sun from her memories.

“Heh… you sure?  You don’t even know if I snore.”

She laughed and sat on the bed, patting the space beside her.  “You do not know if I snore, either.”

“Fair enough, Tori.”

They took turns cleaning up in the bathroom—she was imposing on Sans enough without adding the smell of dirty fur to his bed.  Then she did her best to ignore the flutterings in her soul as he slipped off his hoodie and climbed up onto the mattress.  She insisted he stay under the sheets; her fur would keep her warm enough with just the light blanket on top.  

The sheets were a barrier in name only.  There was only so much space on the mattress, so no matter how he adjusted and apologized, she could still feel the curve of his spine against hers.

It felt amazing.  It felt terrifying.  It felt like a mistake.  It felt like the only thing she’d ever done right.

The one saving grace of the whole situation was that it didn’t stir memories of Asgore.  Her royal beds had been triple the size of Sans’s lumpy mattress. She and her ex-husband had rarely slept back to back, and if they had, the feeling would have much different.

“...Tori?” Sans’s voice was just above a whisper.  “You, uh, still awake?”

As if she could sleep while enduring the wonderful agony of friendly touch for the first time in a century.

“Yes,” she replied softly.  “Am I taking up too much space?”

“No, ‘course not. I was just, uh… geez.” He sounded embarrassed.

Risking their precarious balance, she rolled over to face him.  Or to face the back of his skull, at least.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Doin’ sans-sational.” He chuckled to himself.  “Sorry.  Never got to use that one with you before.”

She would have laughed, had she not worried about shaking the whole mattress.

“It was sans-tastic,” she joked back, and he laughed again.

Then abruptly, his laughter cut off.

“Thanks, Tori,” he said in a quiet but firm voice.

“What for?” She wished she could take his hand, see his face, learn what thoughts were passing through his skull.  Instead she gave him as much space as physically possible… which still was not much.

A long, silent moment passed.  Had he fallen asleep?

“I know it’s not how you wanted,” he finally said, “but I’m glad I got to meet you.  So.  Thanks.”

Warmth spread outward from her soul to fill her whole body.  Sans could probably feel it radiating from her.

“Thank you, Sans.  If I had to return, knowing no one…”

He rolled to face her.  His eyelights were mere inches from her pupils.

“You would’ve been fine.  All you had to do was tell a few of your amazing jokes, and the whole Underground would’ve been linin’ up to be your pals.”

She suppressed a laugh.  “I hardly think that would be appropriate, under the circumstances.”

“Eh.”  He shrugged.  “Plenty of monsters in town cope with jokes.  You’d just be relating to the common folk.”

She stared into his sockets a little too intently.  At this distance, it easily made her dizzy.

“Would you be included in that demographic?” she couldn’t help asking.

“When I first met you?  For sure.” His gaze darted away.  “But it’s crazy.  Between you and the kid… I’m startin’ to think there’s more to life than good food and bad laughs.”

“Really?”  She and the child had made such an impact on him?

“I know.  Don’t tell Papyrus.  He wouldn’t believe you, anyway.” He winked.

“My lips are sealed.” She smiled.

Silence hung between them.  It should have felt awkward, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn away.  In the end it was Sans who yawned in her face and then hurriedly flipped back onto his other side.

She laughed, and clearly she was exhausted too, because she pressed a kiss to the back of his skull without thinking.

He froze.  She froze.  There was no way to play that off gracefully.  And there was no way she could fall asleep and pretend that it had not happened.

“Heh… those didn’t feel very sealed to me,” he finally rasped out.

It took her a moment to process what he meant.  Meanwhile her embarrassment only burned hotter.

“I am so sorry—”

“I’m not.” When he rolled back to face her, his face was bright blue.  “You’ll still be here when I wake up, right?”

His question was tinged with desperation.

“Of course,” she answered automatically, despite the many responsibilities that she would have to attend to in the morning.  She was the Queen once more.  If she had to, she could adjust the schedule of meetings and speeches to accommodate… this.

Whatever this was to be.

“Remind me in the morning,” he squeezed her hand, “that this is real.”

His hand quickly went limp.  She was worried for a moment, before she heard the faint snore escape his nasal cavity.

She gave him a fond smile, and allowed her own eyes to close.  She did not know if sleep would come or not.  She did not know what challenges the new day would bring, or what old challenges would continue to rear their heads.

But she did know that she was not alone.  For tonight, that was enough.