#you don’t even have to say anything you can just drop fanart in my inbox/tumblr chat like a cat bringing home a dead mouse

[vvitchering]

Desperately need some fandom friends….anyone wanna invade each other’s inboxes with Veilguard/Lucanis/Spite/Rookanis things?

[kykyonthemoon]

Hmm, I've always seen fanarts of Diluc being Klee's 'father' and Jean as the 'mother'. But what if it's Diluc's s/o in Jean's place.

And so,, Klee accidentally says mommy and daddy to them, wouldn't that be so cute hhhh - 💛

I am sorry if this request had slipped in my inbox for so long before I actually saw it. Tumblr didn't notify me at all of my messages here. I did a quick check this afternoon only to find out I had a request.

I am not shipping Diluc x Jean, and I don't really see Klee as their "daughter." But I decided to to this request still, because it's kind of cute and was done without a romance between the two characters. I like to think that Klee, Diluc and Jean are close, bonding like family members without involving in a romantic relationship. (Just like my favorite Ghibli movies!)

Masterlist: ✧

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"Let me confirm this, you want me to babysit?"

Diluc frowned, watching Captain Jean and the child holding her hand. She was red, ears were pointy and her eyes wide open, looking up at him.

"Can you help me this time? The mission is so urgent. I haven't found someone else to look after her yet."

With his arms folded in front of his chest, Diluc gazed at Jean for a while and then to the red baby girl. Eventually, he sighed and succumbed to Jean's pleas.

"All right."

Jean beamed. "Thank you! Thank you very much! I'll be back soon to pick her up. By the way, her name is Klee."

Diluc nodded. He had heard that Jean took a baby under her care. The daughter of the famous Alice. Although they both lived in Mondstadt, they never knew each other officially.

Waiting for Jean to say something to the girl and leave, Diluc approached her at last.

“...”

“...”

Neither of them said anything, just looked at each other, examining each other. The girl was carrying a pyro vision, just like Diluc. Perhaps she would be easier to babysit than his brother. But after what he had heard about this girl, he knew better not to underestimate her. The Spark Knight.

"Are you Diluc?" She asked.

"Yes." And Diluc responded curtly.

"Is this your tavern?"

"Yes."

"Can Klee play here?"

"Yes."

But Diluc immediately regretted how he had answered so hastely. Klee jumped up and ran around the ground floor of the tavern, curiously looking from place to place. She even asked to learn to make drinks.

"Be careful!" Diluc said as he rushed to pick up the knife that Klee almost dropped to the floor.

"Klee... Don't touch it..."

"Don’t fall, Klee!"

"Klee... Can you sit still for a moment?"

"Klee! Don't take those bouncing bombs out to play inside the tavern!"

"Klee..."

...

After running and messing around for the whole evening, Klee finally got hungry and obediently waited for Diluc to set out for dinner. Diluc himself was so tired that he could not say a word, not even to his customers. He placed a plate of Sticky Honey Roast in front of Klee and sat down on the opposite side.

"Klee wants to drink wine!" She said.

Diluc raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "No, you can’t."

"B-But... But Klee thought Diluc would be different from Captain Jean!"

"Different? In what way?"

Klee stared at Diluc for a moment, and she seemed afraid that he would tell Jean what she was about to say.

"Captain Jean is very strict... Always punishes Klee or forbids Klee from going anywhere..."

Diluc folded his arms and replied, "That's why you have to listen to Jean."

She looked down at the table, then at Diluc. She said:

"Captain Jean always scolds me if I'm naughty... Unlike Mr. Diluc... Diluc follows Klee around so that I don't get hurt and he doesn’t yell at me..."

The corner of Diluc’s mouth curved into a smile. Well, she did not think he was scary. He pushed the plate closer to her and said:

"Eat it before it gets cold."

***

Klee had finished dinner and Jean had not yet returned. Klee was tired and dozing off at the counter. Once she almost fell, fortunately Diluc managed to catch her. She would not let him take her home either. She said she did not want to say goodbye to Diluc yet.

So he led her upstairs, where there were no customers, and chose a pleasant place to sit down. Klee began opening the small book in her backpack and told him that she needed to rehearse for a class play. She wanted Diluc to rehearse with her. How could he refuse?

The play was about a joyful family of three, until the mother was taken away by monsters. The father, with their child, were determined to find and defeat the monsters to bring the mother home.

"You can't use a bouncing bomb to defeat monsters. This scene is not in the script." Diluc could not help but laugh when he saw Klee acting on her own.

"Really…? So what can I do?" Klee picked up her bouncing bomb and wondered.

"First, put it back in your backpack. Then we will follow the script..."

But Diluc could not finish his sentence; the bomb slipped out of Klee's hands and fell to the floor.

"Run, daddy!" She screamed and lunged at Diluc. The sudden weight made him stumble to the ground. It was thought that the bomb would explode, destroying the whole tavern. Yet fortunately, only a small "boom" was heard and a part of the floor was covered in black because it burned.

Diluc stared as Klee leaned in. Even though he knew she was still rehearsing the play, she did call him daddy. A warmth spread out in this room, and he was sure it was not from the bouncing bomb.

"What's going on here?" Jean's voice was on the staircase.

"Ah! We’ve found mother! Mommy!" Klee shouted and the moment she saw Jean, she rushed into her arms.

Jean was confused. Diluc on the floor as well. Only Klee was happy to tell Jean that she and daddy had defeated the monsters with a bouncing bomb to save mommy.

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

1. Why did you choose your URL?

I am the worst at coming up for blog urls, especially for a multi-muse that doesn’t focus on one singular fandom, but this was based off a mutual of mine I roleplayed with when I first started out in the tumblr rpc before they changed their url and before they moved to d.iscord. I asked them before if I could use their blog url for inspiration. My blog url isn’t tied to any specific muse of mine, but I did have a werewolf oc I quickly dropped after creating.

2. What is your middle name?

I don’t want to say it due to personal reasons, but it was almost going to be my first name other than the name Emma (My dad thought that was an old lay name for some reason, and i don’t think the name suits me). My middle name is passed down from my grandma, aunt, and great-grandma, except instead of a first name like those three it’s my middle name.

3. If you could own a fairytale/fictional pet, what would it be?

Honestly, I’m not sure. I am pretty happy with cats tbh. If anything, I would like to have a porg or those crystal foxes in star wars (or even bb8 tbh).

4. Favorite color?

Purple or maroon

5. Favorite song?

Each week I have a few different songs I keep replaying over and over, so I never really have a favorite song. That’s a harder question than asking who my favorite artists are (which is a challenging question to begin with). 

6. What are your top three fandoms?

Oh god.... um..... R.DR2, S.tar w.ars, and A.ssassin’s c.reed? The thing with me, I rotate through interests all the time.

7. Why do you enjoy tumblr?

To start with as tumblr as a whole, I like the inbox feature and the creation of things (like reblogging posts for musings), to view over writing, fanart, and various other creations with media. I call this site a hellsite, but I don’t think I would sad if tumblr just disappeared one day. I also really enjoy roleplaying on here, I like the way threads are, sending asks (if I just roleplayed on d.iscord, I wouldn’t be able to send asks like on here). Mostly asks because yes, they can turned into threads, but they also can be like “filler” so to speak. They are more laid back and can work off a prompt from another thing, as well as just be used to further a connection between two muses. I like asks a bit more than plotting sometimes. 

8. Tag all 9 of your tumblr crushes.

Feel free to steal this and say I tagged you but I’ll tag a few people as well (if you want to do this!) @somemindsatwork @wiiaca @blackriverkiller @rxmanticdevil @sunbentsky @paradisecost @zzapzzaptasers @enastrcs @strictlycanon

[personas-against-antis]

My experience with anti-ism and back

Inspired by @huntypastellance's interviews with ex-antis, I decided to post my own story of how I became an anti and how I got out.

My inbox and messages are open in case anyone has any questions or wants to say anything.

Apologies for any typos, my typing is not the greatest.

Names have been changed to protect my friends’ privacy and to prevent certain antis mentioned from coming after me again.

Where It All Started

So back in middle school I fell in love with an anime called Hetalia, about the interactions between anthropomorphized versions of various countries. I had been in fandom for a while (my first big fandom was Sonic, but that was before antis went mainstream), and I was a pretty big follower of "don't like, don't read/look". When I joined, I immediately latched on to the ship AmeCan, or America/Canada.

They were cute and it was my OTP for a long time. The only problem with AmeCan is that, by a large majority of the fandom, America and Canada were considered brothers. I personally didn't see them that way, I saw them as adopted brothers at most, and I was always pretty squicked out by shippy fanfics that depicted them as biological brothers. The ship itself was still pretty big in that fandom, so I ignored the haters and immersed myself in fanart and fanfic.

I met a girl at my school (let's call her Duchess) who also liked Hetalia and we quickly hit it off. We soon asked what each other's OTPs were.

Me: Oh, I ship AmeCan.

Duchess: ...

Me: What is it?

Duchess: You realize they're brothers, right?

Me: Oh, I don't see them that way because [insert reasoning that I don't want to have to explain to non-Hetalians, just know that I explained that I didn't see them as brothers.]

Duchess: But it's canon. They canonly see each other as brothers.

Me: Oh...

In hindsight, I probably should have asked what she meant by “it’s canon”. Either way, I began to drift away from AmeCan due to lack of interest, and towards other ships (Romerica and AmeBela), and then to other fandoms. She still remained one of my closest friends.

Down The Rabbit Hole

I began to get really into kawaii culture and browsed the tags pretty regularly. Over time, I came across CG/L content. It squicked me out at first, but due to some sort of bile fascination, I began browsing CG/L blogs and began learning about that subculture. I actually enjoyed it quite a lot, but I knew that it would be inappropriate for someone my age (around 13-14 years old) to participate in kink, so I kept my distance and admired it from afar.

Soon, Duchess brought it up at lunch.

Duchess: I really hate seeing DDGL stuff everywhere.

Me: Haha, yeah...

Duchess: I mean, It's practically pedophilia!

Me: Mhm...

That's what I had thought at first too, before researching it. But she kept talking about it.

Duchess: They're sexualizing children, and children's toys! It's so gross! I actually made a blog against it.

Me: Whoa, really?

Duchess showed me her anti-CGL blog and I quickly followed it because she was my friend, and slowly began to follow other anti-DDLG blogs as well, even making my own: rise-against-ddlg. I took it down due to lack of interest, but antis had already grown on tumblr, and I was torn between my "don't like, don't look" policy, and wanting to "help" survivors. So outwardly, I became an anti, while guiltily reading "problematic" fic and playing "problematic" games in secret.

One such problematic game was Yandere Simulator, and I began to browse those tags too, when I discovered another anti blog, this time against Yandere Simulator and Alex Mahan, a.k.a. Yandere Dev. I learned he was fairly homophobic, sexist, and transphobic, especially in his own private chatroom, and began to idolize that anti blog. Suddenly, they released an invitation to a Skype group chat. Eager to meet my heroes, I quickly applied and was approved.

The Group Chat Incident

I loved that chat. It started with 15 people, but slowly trickled down to nine, including myself. I found myself isolating myself away from my real life friends and family, too focused on the group chat, as they made dropping out of high school and staying online all day sound cool. I kissed up to them, desperate to be seen as a good person. But, soon, I began to question myself and the group. The mods were very against "problematic" content, like Killing Stalking, and NSFW depictions of minors, but were also quick to draw NSFW of minors (specifically Budo and Senpai from YS). I introduced them tot he game Boyfriend To Death, and one of them quickly latched on to the character of Rire, who brutally rapes the protagonist in game, despite them being against rape. The main mod even introduced the group to a game called Artificial Academy 2, in which you can rape others and be raped.

...There was a lot of rape and NSFW in that chat.

But, there was also a hierachy. At the top were the two main mods of that YS blog, Mod H and Mod J. Joining them at the top was a very cool person and a good artist who acted very much like an older sibling to all of us, Member M. Then, there were three more people who tended to kiss Mod H, Mod J, and Member M's asses, and at the bottom was me, my friend Foam, and Member C. Mod H was the ruler of that chat. Anything they said, went, and if you disagreed, they'd suddenly play victim, manipulating and gaslighting you into apologizing. They loved Dragon Age, and now that game has been forever tainted for me, considering how much they shoved it down my throat. They would also tease me and my interest in Persona 5 (saying that the protagonist looked like The Onceler, subsequently calling me a "Onceler Fucker" for finding him attractive, along with making fun of when my tongue slipped and pronounced "Goro" as "Gort"), only stopping when I had Foam address the group to tell them to stop. There was a livestream that I was really excited for, talking about it since it was announced and they seemed hyped for me as well. Only when I placed a rabb.it link in the chat so we could all watch, only Member C showed up. When I returned to that chat, they were watching Yuri On Ice, and they wouldn't even let me talk about my livestream.

During that time period, I created a group chat for me, Foam, and another internet friend I will call Emilia. I though Foam and Emilia would get along really well, so i formed a Skype chat with them, and allowed them to talk. Slowly though, me and Foam began to use that chat to bitch about the group chat behind their backs, because we were terrified of the backlash if we tried to criticize them to their faces, due to Mod H's tactics of avoiding conflict. We soon added Member C to the chat as well, after they were constantly getting dogpiled by the rest of the chat.

That December, the Bode meme was in full swing and Foam mentioned in the group chat that he didn't get it. The group chat immediately began to make fun of him and I, sick of letting them control our lives, stood up for him. The group chat just continued to dogpile and we continued to try and fight until Mod H eventually left the chat, in one of their methods to get us to apologize to them. I was feeling overwhelmed and also left, and Foam tried to surrender and tell the chat to stop, but they wouldn't let up and he left too. Member C was the only member we remained on good terms with who was still in the group chat.

I made a post on my blog saying that i didn't want to interact with those people anymore and they got mad and began to try and message me. I eventually messaged an official statement, citing their abuse of me and Foam, and blocked all of them across social media.

They created a fake blog to get around the block, and I was dumb enough to fall for it.

Member C even turned on us, revealing me and Foam's messages with her and claiming we were abusing and bullying them. Suffice to say, I cut off all contact with Member C and changed my main blog's URL.

I was harassed and stalked and I carried that fear of them looking at my blog for a long time. I still worry about it sometimes.

The worst part, in my opinion, was that I changed my own name that I had chosen for myself because it had become a trigger for me hearing them say it so many times. And I really, really loved that name.

There was so much hypocrisy, so much fear in that chat. Now, looking back, I wished I had never joined, but in those months after I left...I felt empty inside. Aimless.

Out of curiosity, I looked up cult behaviors, and that chat hit nearly every single one. It's scary looking back on it. Even writing this, over a year after I left, my heart hurts.

But even leaving a cultish group chat didn't knock me out of anti-ism.

Villain Ships and Past Revelations

Remember how I mentioned that I love Persona 5? Well, I ship a ship called ShuAke, which a very loud subset of people claim is abusive.

Spoilers for Persona 5 up ahead.

ShuAke is a ship between the protagonist (shujinko in Japanese, which is where the "shu" comes from) and Goro Akechi. I shipped ShuAke since before Goro's name was announced, when all we knew was his design. Goro turned out to be a detective hunting the Phantom Thieves, the protagonist's group. The cat and mouse aesthetic really suited my fancy, with the protagonist's thief alter ego, Joker, seducing the naive Detective Prince. Swoon.

Of course, the ship shattered when the game was released in Japan and it turns out Goro tried to kill the protagonist, was working for the bad guy, and betrayed the whole group.

I was shocked and essentially went through the five stages of grief. I was torn between abandoning the "abusive" ship and evil character...or ignoring the haters and shipping it anyway. After way too much debate, I chose the latter and stuck with it.

The anti-ism died down quickly due to a lot of the fandom hibernating until the English release, and I happily shipped ShuAke and supported Goro Akechi with little objection. Even when the game was released in English, I stood my ground and even argued in support of Goro with anons.

And yet, I still considered myself an anti.

Late May of last year, some repressed memories came to light. I had been sexually abused by a close family member and a few girls at camp when I was younger, with other fragmented and questionable memories in my brain. It put my past into light, as I had also had a self destructive habit of attempting to seduce older men online, due to low self esteem. That was not a fun week for me, and I found myself diving into dark fic, particularly rape fic, in order to make sense of it all. I even wrote some in an effort to just get it out of my brain.

And it worked. It was really therapeutic for me.

And yet...

I still considered myself an anti. Every word I read or wrote was mixed with guilt over what I was doing, even though it worked. While I'm still a sexual abuse survivor, as I always will be, I'm much more well-adjusted by participating in those dark activities, rather than wallowing in self pity and slipping into a depression, like my old group chat would have expected me to do.

I dropped anti-ism later, with the help of one blog.

Back to "DL,DR"

The blog @anti-anti-survivor was recommended to me, and anti!me, looking for a laugh, clicked on it...and soon found that pretty much everything they said made sense to me. I saw Mod h in the people they argued with, Member C in the people they called out...and I realized that I had never been an anti, just hiding behind that label.

I sent an anonymous message to them (though I guess it isn't so anonymous anymore, ha), thanking them for opening my mind to it, and created my own anti-anti blog. I realize I'm not very active on here, but, well, I'm lazy and I'm more of a reader than anything else.

And of course, there was another problem.

Antis are fucking everywhere.

I'm terrified of posting pro-shipping stuff on my main, and I'm terrified of admitting I like problematic ships. I'm in a Discord server that keeps spouting anti-kink and anti-ship stuff, and I have to keep my mouth shut or risk being banned, just because most of the time they're really nice. Duchess even messaged me one day, absolutely shocked that I admitted to shipping Shidge.

I'm happy now that I don't have to feel that guilt but, reading what antis do and then finding out that people I hang out with are antis...it's horrifying. I'm not a confrontational person. I never have been. But I'm sick of rolling over and accepting what everyone else deems is problematic fiction.

I'm mentally ill, a sexual abuse survivor, and dark fic and dark shipping helps me cope.

Deal with it.

[little-owly]

(1/?)Ok, I'm sorry this is gonna spam your inbox, I wanna write you a story based on the mat//pat picture you drew but I need to be on anon... Hope you like it!

HECK OH MY GOSH ITS ADORABLE!! I EDITED IT TO FIT HERE but as a suggestion -- and i think you had tumblr hit you with an ask limit bc it stopped so suddenly, using the submit would be much easier and you can be anon if you just send it to me and let me know!! BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN AAAAA I LOVE FICS WHERE I OR MY BLOG IS MENTIONED!! SO MUCH!!***Matthew was crying again. He'd been doing that on and off for the past week since everything fell to pieces, and nothing seemed to help him. His latest theory had once again turned him into the joke of the Internet, this time on an impossibly larger scale, and he was receiving constant abuse with almost every comment on his videos. To make matters worse, he was scheduled to make an appearance at a convention the very same week it happened, and several people thought it would be funny to start throwing food at him! A long bubble bath had done nothing to remove the stains now marring his self-confidence, and now here he was, crying in bed into his Peepachu toy, the last safe thing he had left in his life... He barely heard the knocking on the front door, and even when he did, it took all his strength to drag himself over to open it - but he was glad he managed it. His good friend Mark was standing there, looking extremely worried about him. "Oh, h-hey Mark. What's up?" Mat mumbled, trying not to sound as exhausted as he felt and failing miserably. "I saw what happened at the con today, and I wanted to see how you were doing, I had no idea it'd gotten this bad..." Mark was looking at him with such concern, concern Mat was sure he didn't deserve anymore, and suddenly he had collapsed into Mark's arms and was sobbing into the other man's shoulder helplessly, being held tight by strong arms that felt like they'd never let go... "Look, why don't you come stay with me for a few days, buddy? You could use a friend, and honestly, you don't like you've been taking care of yourself..." Mark's voice was low and soothing, and Mat found he couldn't think of anything he'd like more. Five minutes and one small packed bag later - he didn't need much, Mark always let his friends borrow his clothes whenever they were staying over - and they were headed back, the radio playing quietly in the background. Mark didn't say much on the journey back, somehow understanding that Mat wasn't up to casual chit-chat right now. Mat spent not only the car ride there, but the next few days in forlorn silence, simply biting at his thumbnail to try and soothe himself - having his thumb up at his mouth was oddly comforting, but he didn't have the energy to think about why right now. The only thing he could bring himself to do was dig through the Internet and try to find something, anything, positive that had been said about him - a difficult and nearly fruitless search. How could so many people suddenly hate him all at once? He even resorted to digging through the more explicit fanart that he usually avoided, desperate to find anyone who had even a scrap of fondness left for him... That was how he stumbled upon the odd picture. He'd never tried to brave a kink blog before, but his online wanderings had brought him to one that day, and he was feeling so low that he didn't think it could get much worse. The blog had only mentioned him a few admittedly, that had felt nice. But he started to imagine himself in the picture, being small and cared for, having someone help him whenever things felt too hard. If he closed his eyes, he could picture himself perched on the soft plastic, knees tucked up to his chest, a voice that sounded just like Mark's telling him what a good boy he was... "Mat? What are you doing?" Wait, that WAS Mark's voice! Mat squeaked in shock and opened his eyes quickly, dropping his phone from the fright. Mark bent down to pick it up before Mat had the chance, and saw what he was looking at. "Oh boy, you found THAT blog..." He chuckled. "Yeah, I've seen it too, it's got some pretty unusual stuff..." "Do you... Think it's weird?" Mat whispered, heart suddenly pounding in fear. If Mark realised he liked one of the pictures and decided he was too weird... "Not really, I kinda like it - I'm not into everything, but the stuff about me taking care of some of my friends... It's kinda nice, I sorta like the idea of taking care of a little, I guess... Sorry, I know that's probably too much information. What about you?" Mark asked quickly, now blushing slightly. Mat found he suddenly didn't have words, so instead just showed Mark the 'potty picture' as he called it, once again lifting his thumb to his mouth. Mark looked confused for a moment, but then his eyes lit up in delight, and he smiled at Mat in a way he usually reserved for his younger fans. "Do you wanna try and use the potty, Matty?" Mark's voice was soft and playful, and a little more condescending than usual, as though he wasn't sure whether he should make this a joke or take it seriously. Personally, Matty wanted him to talk like that forever! Without thinking, he began to respond to the question with a shake of his head, but then Mark brushed a hand across his tummy and he realised he maybe possibly hadn't gone pee in quite a while, and he quickly switched to a nod. Mark smiled even bigger at that, and quickly pulled him to his feet, leading him into the bathroom then stopping at the door. "OK Matty, how do you wanna do this?" He asked carefully. Matty looked at him in confusion and opened his mouth to ask what he meant, but his eye suddenly caught the little training potty sitting on the floor next to the big potty, almost the same as the one in the potty picture! Mark was explaining something about a new skit video about childproofing his house, but Matty wasn't really listening

[crimsonfantrash-blog]

Don’t Forget - Sans x Gaster (Human AU)

Chapter Six - Sunday and Monday

Sunday morning. The scientist awoke to the loud sounds of Papyrus and Undyne playing upstairs, and the sound of sizzling from a pan in the kitchen.

"I'm gonna get you, Papy!!" Undyne yelled.

"No, you're not!!!" Papyrus yelled back louder, giggling. He could hear their feet pounding against the floor as they ran.

He sat up, putting his hand on the back of his neck and rubbing the sore area. Sans hadn't been kidding when he said the couch was uncomfortable. Gaster picked his glasses up, and put them on, looking into the kitchen. Sans was making breakfast, it seemed. The younger male didn't look too pleased to be awake, and he was only wearing an over sized tee shirt and boxers that went down to his knees.

"Oh, hey, you're awake!" Papyrus yelled, which surprised the scientist, and made him roll off the couch, landing on the floor and making an 'oof' sound on the way down. Sans looked over as Papyrus giggled and went to help Gaster up.

As soon as Gaster was back on the couch, he looked over to Sans again, who stared at the scientist curiously. He smiled a little. "Nice bedhead."

Gaster's cheeks flushed pink. Right, his hair always had been hell after sleeping. This sleepover thing was a bad idea, but it was already too late. He fixed his glasses. "Good morning."

"Technically, afternoon." Sans replied. He went back to cooking. "Do you like pancakes?"

"Pancakes are okay. I'm not very picky."  He replied. He rolled his neck, trying to get rid of the muscle ache he had developed. "What time is it?"

"Around noon." Sans answered. He looked over at Gaster, who stared at him. He stared back for a moment before going back to cooking again.

The scientist took in his surroundings, since he hadn't really had the chance to look around the other times he'd been here. It occurred to him that people usually didn't sleep at their co-workers' houses after the other had only been hired for a week. People didn't usually sleep on their employee's couch to begin with. This friendship thing was shaping up to be an interesting thing so far. Still, Gaster found himself wanting to get Sans a new couch. It seemed inhumane to let the shorter male keep this uncomfortable piece of furniture. Plus, it was ugly, and didn't compliment the red wallpaper. It bothered him.

When Gaster looked back towards, he found Sans staring at him. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, may I help you?"

Sans' cheeks seemed to flush pink, and he looked away. "Nah, was just trying to think of a joke to make about your bedhead."

It seemed like a suspicious, but Gaster didn't care enough to pry. It didn't really matter, in the long run.

~~~~~~~~~~

Gaster fixed his tie before he unlocked the lab, flipping the light switches next to the door, and looked at the wall clock. Seven fifty. Ten minutes before the shift started. His co-worker would walk in the door at any moment.

He worked on a few paper as he waited; complaints from people about the Core, concerns, other worthless documents that would be old news by ten. Everyone in the Underground had a short attention span.

When the door hadn't opened by eight o' five, Gaster became a bit annoyed at Sans. Five minutes late on the first day of his second week. Disgraceful. He made a note to lecture Sans when he got there. When the clock read nine thirty, Gaster started worrying about Sans, more so than being annoyed at him. His phone started ringing, and he checked the caller ID before clearing his throat, and answering. "Yes, hello?"

"Dr. Gaster, I checked the system, and it says your assistant hasn't clocked in to work yet." Asgore said. Gaster worked on documents as the King continued. "Do you know why that is?"

"Mr. Fontz appears to be late. His shift started an hour and a half ago, and he has yet to show up." Gaster answered. He looked at the clock again. Only a minute had gone by, but it had felt like ages.

"I heard there was an increase in crime rate in Snowdin. That is where he lives, correct?" Asgore asked. Gaster tugged at his collar.

"You don't suppose something happened to him, do you?" He asked nervously. There was a sound of papers rustling, and the King muttering.

"I have not gotten a report from anyone in the Guard about anything like that, but the guards in Snowdin are not exactly the hardest working bunch... Neither are the sentries. That whole town is honestly full of drunks, and bums. Which is why we have the most issue with Snowdin."

Gaster stood from his desk, fixing his glasses. "I think I'm going to go see for myself what's going on."

"Okay, but be careful." Asgore warned. "Good luck, Dr. Gaster."

"Thank you. Goodbye." The scientist replied. He pulled the phone away from his ear, and clicked the 'end call' button, before turning his phone off, and shoving it in his pocket.

The ferry ride to Snowdin seemed to take forever, and the Riverperson warning him in tongues wasn't exactly easing his mind. He was really starting to worry when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out. It was a text from Sans. That eased him a bit, until he read the message.

Sans 9:55 A.M.

sorry im late for work somethin happened can u come over plz

Gaster shoved the phone back in his pocket, getting off the ferry, and walking briskly to his assistant's house. When he arrived at the literal scene of the crime, Guards seemed to be arresting someone (he didn't recognize who), and Sans and Papyrus were standing outside the building; Papyrus talking to a Guard as Sans was leaned up against the house. Both brothers looked a bit banged up. Papyrus had a few cuts on his cheeks and forehead, all looking very minor compared to Sans' injuries. A medic seemed to be talking to him, but Sans didn't seem too interested in receiving medical help. Gaster pushed through Guards, sentries, medics, and neighbours until he got to his coworker, who looked up at him

The next few minutes were a blur, but soon the authorities had left and the only people that were there now were Sans, Papyrus, and himself. "What was all that about?" Gaster asked.

"A mean guy came into our house! He tried to take our stuff, and he hurt us!!" Papyrus answered.

"Sorry." Sans said. Gaster took notice that the smaller male had his arms wrapped around his midsection, and his shirt was soaked in blood.

"Sans, let me see your injury." Gaster said.

"It's just a tiny cut, I'm fine." Sans replied dismissively.

"Sans, this isn't a game. Show me."

"Let's just go inside." Sans said. He started limping inside; which just worried Gaster even more. Papyrus had already run inside, so the scientist followed his co-worker into his home. The smaller male limped toward the couch, and Gaster picked him up, making the smaller squeal and flush pink.

"I wasn't joking." Gaster said, laying Sans on the couch. "Now, are you going to show me the damage, or am I going to have to do it myself?"

"Fine, fine...! I'll do it..." Sans said. He looked at Papyrus. "Go upstairs, and straighten your room up, bro."

"Okie dokie!!" Papyrus said. He ran upstairs, and Sans lifted his shirt a little. He had a wound on his side that was very clearly bleeding out. Gaster's hands hovered over the wounds as green magic poured from them to the cut. Healing magic. Sans didn't make eye contact with Gaster as he worked on healing him.

"You could have bled out and died." Gaster said.

"I know." Sans replied quietly.

Despite himself, Gaster Checked his assistant's stats... Only to find that his HP was dropping. Not as if he was getting attacked, but his maximum cap HP had gone down from the usual twenty-five to fifteen. His Attack and Defense had dropped, too... Curious. "Why were you limping?"

"The guy who attacked us kinda... Pushed me down the stairs. I landed on my leg weird..."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Sans." Gaster replied. One of his hands focused on his co-worker's leg, pouring healing magic into it. Healing magic could never do quite what a hospital trip could, but he had a feeling Sans wouldn't be able to afford a hospital bill.

Based on the dark circles under Sans' eyes, and the fact that he looked like he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, Gaster assumed Sans would need some good old time and patience in order to recover from everything that had happened this morning. He didn't bother the smaller male as his eyes closed and his head dropped, his breathing evening out and becoming rhythmic and slow.

Once he was sure his magic had done everything it could for Sans, Gaster pulled his hands away. He fixed his glasses as his gaze rest on his sound asleep assistant. Even after all that, the smaller male seemed determined to keep his hair in his face. If that wasn't the definition of stubborn, he wasn't sure what was. He sighed. Boy, wasn't today interesting so far?

((Woooooo finished this

Just a quick note that chapters are gonna be slow in the making, probably until the end of July. I'm visiting my home town right now, so I don't get on Wattpad/AO3/Tumblr very much. I think this is the most amount of time I've written this week alone.

If you have fanart, feel free to send it to me on DeviantArt, Tumblr, Instagram, Kik, or Facebook. Feel free to inbox me and ask me for my username on the specific site/app of your choice.

-Felix))

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Cupkayke Rewatches/Liveblogs Boueibu!

Season 1, Episode 3

So I dropped off the face of Tumblr for awhile, sorry guys! I also rewatched the entirety of Yuri on Ice with my boyfriend and he now likes ice skating anime so that took some time lol But I am back JUST IN TIME FOR YUMOTO’S BIRTHDAY OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS CHILD. So, have a liveblog/collection of my stupid thoughts about one of the more ridiculous episodes! Yay! 

Also, I apologize in advance- some of this episode’s subtext led to an impromptu dissection of the boys’ sexualities/orientations and there are some brief mentions of unsavory teachers (because what kind of teacher holds a pretty boy contest???) so if any of my terminology/speculation is incorrect or you find any of my discussions potentially triggering or in need of tags PLEASE inbox me and I will tag the post as such/correct any misinformation! I am a literature student- I like to analyze things. Sometimes I get carried away~

I SAW THE PREVIEW IMAGE FOR THIS EP ON CRUNCHYROLL AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT ‘HERE WE GO I REMEMBER THIS EPISODE IT’S GONNA BE A TRASH PARADE AND WTF CITY LET’S GO’

Okay- I always wondered about the pretty boy contest… like why? What purpose does it serve? Why are there posters put up in a fucking BATHHOUSE advertising the local boys’ high school’s PRETTY BOY CONTEST. .3 seconds into the episode and it’s ridiculous. 

What do you mean ‘weight with the ladies’ c’mon man I have a hard time believing you care ANYTHING about ‘the ladies’ -eyebrow waggle-

He’s doing pirouettes in a towel… okay seriously bro I danced ballet for like 10 years and I never pirouetted in a towel OKAY THAT’S PROBABLY A LIE BUT YOU CAN’T PROVE IT OTHERWISE

"EWWWW TEACHER DICK”

Aww Yumoto. So innocent. So naive. So willing to point out he just saw his teacher’s penis-

...well that’s an odd question. Yumoto why would you ask-

Oh, shew, it’s because you’re not ashamed of bodies! How sweet and innocent and refreshi-

WAIT BACK UP NEVERMIND YUMOTO WTF THAT’S CALLED VOUYERISM

Those are the faces of some senpais that just came to the realization that their kouhai has probably been checking them out.

Well he got dressed fast.

How do you hire someone by accident?

Took the words right out of my mouth, Atsushi.

This is disturbing on several levels. Pedo Principal? -shudders-

FEET SHOULD NOT BEND THAT WAY

GUYS. GUYS. GUYS. AKOYA AS A BALLET DANCER OMG. IMAGINE. HAS THIS BEEN DRAWN? THIS NEEDS TO BE FANART SOMEWHERE. HE’D BE SO PRETTY JUST IMAGINE HIM IN TIGHTS BEING THE PRINCIPAL MALE LEAD IN SWAN LAKE OR FUCK EVEN IN A FUCKING TUTU BECAUSE HE’D BE GORGEOUS IN EITHER ROLE I CAN’T EVEN AWKEJFLASJFASLDJFOSIJFOAJ -Cupkayke Explodes-

Arima speaks truth

Io why do you have an exact copy of the calculator I use at work that’s terrifying.

RYUU YOU ARE LYING YOU GO TO AN ALL BOYS SCHOOL THAT IS APPROXIMATELY 0% WOMEN TRY AGAIN

Io looks so disappointed he can’t talk numbers with Ryuu

THEIR CHEESY CATCHPHRASE AGAIN

Side note I feel like the quirkiness of the school got toned down in later eps but perhaps that’s my faulty memory. Which is why I’m rewatching it lol.

Pretty and savage AF

PINK RIVALRY! I mean seriously, “you can’t seem to take your eyes off of me?” Maybe not even a rivalry but something else ohohohohohoh I’m alone on this ship

Okay this creepy teacher apparently calls all the boys ‘sweet honey’ which is disturbing on its own level but that got cranked up to 11 on the creep scale when he referred to YUMOTO as sweet honey. 

Yumoto is a precious cinnamon roll you freak

Paper airplane contest lololol why do I feel like this happened at my school back in the day?

Wombat sounds like a jealous lover lolol

OH BOY! PUNS!

RYUU AND AKOYA TIED FOR THIRD???

HOW DOES AKOYA NOT WIN IN THE LINEUP OF THE SC???

LIKE SERIOUSLY KINSHIROU????

AKOYA IS TEN TIMES PRETTIER!

This school must have a thing for ice princes I s2g

En's boredom is dangerous. I mean... the face says it all.

Ryuu is all “this is NOT up my alley”

A bit slow on the uptake, Yumoto.

Io that’s so sweet... I guess? Well Ryuu seems to think it is- look at his face!

...nevermind. His expression is all “Thanks... I guess...”

Either Yumoto was hoping his senpais would teach him how to be popular with the ladies, or he’s just confused as to what in the hell it is that older boys want. This entire scene is just a clusterfuck of innuendo BUT I’M GONNA OVER ANALYZE IT ANYWAY.

The surface meaning of En and Atsushi’s statements here- or what the audience is supposed to get- is that being popular with girls will only get you so far. It may get you ‘love’ but having a girlfriend means jack squat if you don’t have guy friends (most likely to brag to). 

It also could be taken that En at least would rather appreciate women than exert his energy into making them lust after him, which is rather sweet if you think about it.

Atsushi’s point also draws attention to the fact that stereotypical displays of machismo are much more well-received by other men than women- ie outward displays of strength, aggression, bragging about sexual encounters... er- yeah. No need to go on, there.

So. In order to be a well-rounded man, a man needs to be popular/be admired by other men! So you aren’t a lonely loser the rest of your days.

Buuut... because I’m me... LET’S LOOK AT THE SUBTEXT IN RELATIONSHIP TO THEIR SPECULATED SEXUALITIES 8D

En basically says straight up it’s more beneficial to be admired by men. Putting aside the above statements about admiring women... En’s likely gay. Fosho.

And the top screencap of Yumoto, instead of just clarifying his senpai’s intentions, that could mean that he’s more interested in girls. HOWEVER-

With a c: face, Yumoto admits his heart flutters watching rugged young men!

Bi Yumoto anyone? (He also unironically uses the word ‘flicks’ but that’s either a translator thing or another example of a mysterious dialect but ON TOPIC-)

At least within the context of this scene, Yumoto implies he’d be interested in being popular with girls and he is attracted to at very least a certain type of man. Buuut the rest of this episode (which I will get to later) potentially directly contradicts this implication as to Yumoto’s romantic and/or otherwise attraction.

It’s too bad that we don’t get Ryuu or Atsushi’s opinions on the matter- although Ryuu makes his attractions pretty clear just from his character (and then the subtext with Io). Atsushi is a bit of a mystery, for now. 

As for Io, we get this  exchange-

Le sigh. Io is moneysexual. Anyway...

Wombat so salty- I guess helping Ryuu win a contest is more entertaining than being superheroes.

Me about halfway through this post

En's expressions in this scene are great.

Tho does anyone else now headcanon En as really into athletics when he isn’t being lazy?

Like him really liking competition just fits so well but without a goal he’s just like ‘why bother’

Atsushi sounds so awkward calling him Yufuin

“I can’t just announce him as Enchan that’s weird but I don’t think I’ve ever said his last name ughhhhhhhhh”

Io is NOT playing by the unspoken one urinal in between rule

ALSO I JUST NOTICED YOU CAN SEE THE GUY ON THE LEFT ACTUALLY PEEING WTF

Water go swoosh swoosh

Also their bathrooms are fancy AF

GDI why does Io make the best seduction face

Even tho it’s more predatory here still...

THEY WERE REALLY HEAVY HANDED WITH THE INNUENDO IN S1

The triplets WHY ARE THEIR EYES SO WEIRD

WHAT IS IT WITH THIS SHOW AND SIDE CHARACTERS WITH WEIRD EYES

Ryuu so destructive lol

I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT EN BEING ATHLETIC RYUU DOES FUCKING KARATE

Sparkles

Ibushi is still savage AF

I had to giggle and cap his character card because the image of Atsushi doing gigantic jigsaw puzzles was adorable

YOU’RE A TEACHER WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE A PRETTY BOY?

LIKE SERIOUSLY WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE VALIDATED BY HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS

Did he get scorned and that’s why his self esteem is in the toilet???

1579th pretty boy contest??? Damn Pedo Principal is thirsty AF I am still shuddering at the implications

Tho seriously that’s -does math- ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE YEARS OF PRETTY BOY CONTESTS WHAT THE FUCK

And that isn’t taking into account there would probably be a month or two where school isn’t in session on the 27th to have the pretty boy contest. Like December wouldn’t they be on break? And don’t they have a summer holiday at some point?

IT ISN’T JUST ONE PEDO PRINCIPAL IT’S A DYNASTY

EWWWWWWWWW.

YUMOTO AND RYUU BROTHER RELATIONSHIP I FRIENDSHIP IT LOOK RYUU IS BLUSHING

Yumoto knows he’s a lil shit

What the fuck kind of sound effect is swan swan???

I’m suddenly reminded of Kronk doing his own theme music-

Ryuu so salty he wanted to know the winner

Yumoto that writhing mob of students is pretty gross I agree

SO ZUNDAR WANTS THE ENTIRE WORLD TO BE GAY

THAT’S HIS EVIL PLAN TURN EVERYONE GAY

HE SOUNDS LIKE A SHITTY GROSS POLITICIAN

With that shot angle I was just waiting for him to lay a fucking egg but thankfully that didn’t happen

The subtitle is inaccurate- he actually said ‘GIMME HUG’ which is slightly more unsettling.

EN YOU WANT TO MARRY IT WTF

Yumoto still just like c: “I have no idea what’s going on”

I NOW PRESENT TO YOU THE BEST BOUEIBU SCREENCAPS IN THE HISTORY OF SCREENCAPS 

ATSUSHI SO GRACEFUL

SO ROMANTIC

EN IS JEALOUS

THEY’RE ALL RIDICULOUS

Speaks for itself

And here is where Yumoto contradicts his earlier implications. Okay. 1) Writers make up your minds, although 2) ...shades of gray here.

Perhaps Kurotori’s feather spell represents sexual love (Eros for all you YOI fans~) and Yumoto is either a) too young/innocent to understand or b) somewhere on the ace spectrum. The others were affected because they are either simply older than Yumoto/past puberty or allosexual to the point where the spell could manipulate their feelings despite their existing attractions whatever those may be.

Yumoto’s earlier comments, then, could be taken to mean simply romantic attraction, even though his wording of his “heart fluttering” thanks to Yakuza men is a bit misleading in that respect. (Disclaimer: I am not on the ace spectrum so perhaps I am misrepresenting/misinterpreting here- please correct me if I have made a mistake in my understanding of asexuality- I definitely do not want to offend anyone! Just analyzing~) 

Though to play the other side, En’s comment about marriage, even though he’s under the influence of a spell, also indicates that the spell has romantic components as well as potentially sexual ones. If the spell plays to BOTH- wouldn’t Yumoto be affected as well, based on his earlier assertions?

OR PERHAPS- if it is both, Yumoto is ALSO potentially aromantic and his comments were purely of an aesthetic nature or self projection (that is, he wants to be a dashing Yakuza heartthrob, not necessarily date one). Or he was simply trying to relate to his senpais and was bluffing the entire time.

Damn, this episode can seem REALLY deep if you squint hard enough. Headcanons, abound!

Moving on- WHEN IN DOUBT, HUG THE ENEMY!

Now I’m starting to see some cleverness on the part of the writers- hear me out below- but first- MORE CUDDLES

With this, Yumoto can be read several different ways. 

On the surface and probably most importantly, regardless of what Yumoto’s personal attraction/orientation is (if he’s even figured it out at this point), he knows love at its purest form. He loves his brother. He loves his senpais (even though at this point they barely know each other- Yumoto probably latches on quickly). But more importantly, he is so in tune with his own feelings he realizes that self love is at the core of any type of love. That if you aren’t secure in yourself, if you don’t care about yourself on some level, how can anyone else care about you either?

This is another reason why I love Yumoto even though he can get a bit heavy-handed at times and seem like a one-note character; HE ISN’T.

Yumoto is incredibly introspective and even though his senapis make comments about how he just kind of shoves everything together to fit the situation he really does understand the monster-ified characters’ insecurities.

(Which can lead to some sad headcanons about how Yumoto has probably felt all of these things at one point or another... oh no...)

But back to my over-analysis of Yumoto’s orientation- with this... it’s really up to interpretation.

He can be read as a young character who hasn’t figured things out yet, he can be read as interested in romantic relationships of any variety but not necessarily anything else, he can be read as only interested in platonic relationships- anything. And while the inconsistency in his portrayal can be a bit maddening- it’s GREAT headcanon opportunity.

Thus, unless s3 gives Yumoto a canon interest- he’s whatever you think he is. Which is AWESOME! DO YOU SEE WHY I LOVE THIS SMOL CINNAMON ROLL?

Aaaand some closing, not very deep thoughts to wrap up-

SO BLUSHY. MUCH ANGELIC. WOW.

En you’re always tired

Kinchan... why do you want people to grovel at your feet...?

That’s certainly a random question, En- but for shits and giggles; these are their responses if I’m hearing their voices right:

Atsushi - My neck, I guess?

Yumoto - My arms

Ryuu - Armpits

Io - The nape of the neck.

My brain hurts so I have NO idea what these could mean but I highly doubt they’re throwaway lines- SO YOU GUYS TELL ME. Over-analyze what parts they wash first LOL

OKAY WOW THAT WAS LONG AS FUCK AND I GOT TOO DEEP. Again, let me know if I fucked anything up or need to add tags~ And let me know what you think/what your headcanons are/if there’s something from another canon source that could add to this!

I’ll try to get ep 4 up today as well since it took me forever to get back to this but this shit takes longer than I thought. I watch the ep first and take notes, then go back and re-watch and screencap and take more notes, then copy/pasta everything into tumblr and add more thoughts and make it readable. Shew.