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shattered-mirror-fanfic · 3 years

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Chapter 1 is out! Already working on chapter 2 but it may be a while. If you wish to reupload my work then please contact me first for my consent.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32206135/chapters/79807672

Chapter below the cut for readers who don’t use Ao3:

The days ticked by, at a rate humans can't understand, all they know is that it's slow. But compared to the time other days tick by as, it is short, which no one can seem to get a grasp on. As the sun was ticking down, a group of four individuals, all connected by a large, officially interspatial, crime group, slowly walked up the large mountain, praying the days had ticked at a satisfactory rate, for them to reach the location of their desire.

"So I was thinking...to spice things up a bit-" the oddly bobbing ghost started, before being cut off by their white-haired companion.

"For the last time, I'm happy with how everything is going. Now shut up!"

"Henry, you don't need to be so rude, I was just asking if you wanted to set up camp since sleeping beauty can't walk by himself anymore" Ellie chimed in.

"Uh, shucks, sorry Elles, I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to...a figment of my imagination, camp sounds great, we could use some rest!" Henry said apologetically, glancing at the air next to him when he said 'imagination'. Ellie chuckled and nodded as she spun around, somehow still walking, to speak up.

"Hear that boss? Someone actually agrees saying that we should rest!" She mocked as Right Hand Man's expression went from his usual scowl to a sour and bitter frown.

"I'm jus' saying! We're already close! It's not 'at further!" He barked back, still dragging his feet behind as he carried a half asleep Reginald on his back.

"Tell that to princess sleepy head!" The red-headed woman laughed in return. Roughly 18 minutes ago, Reginald was in a state of nearly passing out from exhaustion so his right hand man logically thought to carry him until reaching the cave they were meant to go to was impossible in that day's time frame. The unfortunate part was that their two underlings kept teasing Right's actions as though they are similar to what prince charming would do in fairy tales. But Right was not taking any of that bullshit, what he was doing was completely normal between two friends.

“Right...we’re all tired, just put me down and let’s set up camp” Reginald tiredly chimed in. Right sighed and gave a low "fine…" before setting down the brunette. After taking a moment to regain his footing, Reginald stretched his arms before promptly asking, "So where shall we set up?"

"I think we should look for some sort of open area and just lay down some….." Henry began before cutting himself off.

"What? What's wrong?" Ellie asked before Henry stopped her from going any further.

"Do you hear that?" Everyone froze, listening closely to what sounded like talking. It seemed like it was coming from just a bit further up the mountain, where the group was aiming to get to.

"Permission to look ahead and potentially dispose of threats?" The ghost chimed in with a non-existent grin.

"Let's all go ahead together, stay close, and stay alert" Henry quietly told the others, ignoring the ghost's request. The group moved forward slowly, careful to not alert the people ahead.

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The surface was great, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and on days like these, kids aged around 10 would be playing outside in the garden or at a friend's house, but frisk was not like other kids, while other kids were playing cops and robbers, frisk was saving monster society. It hadn't even been 20 minutes when the ambassador came across their first issue,

Where would the monsters stay before they could join the humans in towns and cities?

The idea that first came to mind was that until a place was established to be available for monsters, they would remain underground. It wasn't the best idea, but it was better than just letting them fend for themselves on the surface, plus, it would only be worse when other humans got involved. For now, the main issue was dealing with lodging for their friends that came with them in the first place.

And that is what they were doing. Right now the young child was sitting in front of the underground's exit, talking with Asgore, the king of the underground, and Dr. Alphys, the head royal scientist. They were mainly discussing how to proceed with getting the monsters a way to live with humans, with alphys there to bring in human facts that she knew (mainly from anime) on how they would react to such sudden actions. It seemed to be going…. neutral, no good ideas, and no bad truths. But logically, the lovely sunset ahead was rushing the discussion into being about setting up some sort of camp, which they neither had the materials for, nor the means to get some. It would be difficult to go back down to get supplies while having a logical enough excuse for others on why going to the surface is going to take longer. Regardless, those of Frisk’s new friends who had seen the surface would probably be against the idea of going underground again for a presumably long while, since it was at this point obvious that getting the monsters their own place on the surface would take months and months.

“Dang, only a miracle could be able to fix this, and what’s worse is the town of ebott is known for being a super anti-monster.” Chara stated while hovering next to Frisk. Frisk thought for a moment, a miracle could happen. Frisk knew it, something would happen. They were DETERMINED.

File Saved.

“Y’know, that’s not always gonna work Frisk, it was cute the first time, but now it’s-” Chara started, but as if on queue, there was the sound of something slipping on rock, a yelp, and a few loose rocks dropping down the mountain. Frisk, Chara, Asgore and Alphys immediately turned around to see 4 people, all with shocked and scared expressions on their faces.

“N-no way...it can’t be” Ellie said, staring in awe at the group. “I thought it was just legends, stories to scare kids who don’t behave…..”

“Ellie? What do you mean? Do you know something?” Henry asked, pulling his gaze away and towards his friend. She sighed and lowered her head.

“It’s long to explain but… I used to live in this town and there was a legend about monsters living under the mountain, I never knew it was real.” She explained.

“Well, it seems you all don’t mind that much.” Asgore chuckled.

“Don’t get used to it Mr. Asgore, not all humans act friendly at first.” Frisk chimed in.

“Eh, you all don’t seem like a threat, I don’t mind bein’ hospitable” Right Hand Man casually mentioned. This statement led to Henry and Ellie sarcastically gasping and giggling as they knew that Right was never the ‘hospitable’ type.

“Neither do I, I am Asgore the king of the monsters, and this is our ambassador, Frisk” Asgore said, gesturing to the young child. “And this is our royal scientist, Alphys.” Alphys gave a nervous wave.

“Pleasure to meet you, your highness. I am Reginald Copperbottom, leader of the Toppat clan. These are my employees, my Right Hand Man, Ellie Rose and Henry Stickmin.” Reginald introduced while bowing slightly (As a way of respect? Henry was puzzled by this, but the chief always had a tendency to be dramatic, so he shrugged it off).

“Please Mr. Copperbottom, no need to be so formal, I understand the title is grand but it doesn’t suit me.” Asgore said with a soft voice.

“Of course, apologies, I normally default to being proper with new people.” Reginald corrected himself.

“It’s no issue, it’s very welcoming to see such wonderful humans, even after my past opinions.”

While the two leaders were busy discussing formality, Henry took it upon himself to chat with the ambassador. He walked over and sat down next to Frisk giving a calm smile before seeing a red glow behind the child. He looked and saw a ghost, a child whose appearance was similar to Frisk’s, with a few changes.

“Who’s that?” He asked, directing his gaze at the idling bobbing ghost, who was only paying attention once Henry pointed them out.

“You...can see them?” Frisk asked, shocked as no one else had been able to hear or see them.

“Yeah? Wait...did they die and through strong determination they’re now stuck to you?” Henry asked.

“Yeah! I was dead until I met Frisk!” Chara responded. Frisk nodded frantically, showing off their red soul. “How did you know this?!”

“I’m in a similar boat myself” Henry responded, slowing his words. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his own ghostly companion fluttering about like mad, shouting silently with their non-existent mouth. Henry stood up and walked to where the ghost was dramatically pointing at, only to be greeted by three familiar figures, dressed in their military best. They hadn’t noticed him, thank god, but this was still bad. His throat grew tight as it normally did under stress, he figured it was best in multiple cases to just sign. He picked up a rock and threw it at Reginald which hit the brunette with slight force. The chief turned around to see Henry frantically signing and gesturing around the curve that the group had originally taken. It took a minute but, after a few loops of the same signs he recognised, they were in danger.

“Ellie, Right, Henry is calling a code green, get your weapons drawn and stay quiet. Henry, I’m trusting you to keep the king, ambassador and doctor safe. Got it?” Reginald commanded in a whisper shout, pulling out the revolver he kept under his hats. The three nodded in response, each pulling out their own weapon, with Henry also rushing their new friends into the cave for cover. With a few skids of rocks from the government soldiers rounding the corner, it had begun, the fight that would set where the ending would start. The government may have had strong JUSTICE, KINDNESS and BRAVERY. The toppats would fight their hardest with the PATIENCE, PERSEVERANCE and DETERMINATION they had.

~~~

Mr. Williams sat there, staring at his mirror. He brushed his soft hand over the blue gems, chipped and shattered, yet still retaining their natural beauty. He smiled softly as he pulled his dark chocolate hair back into its usual ponytail before placing the mirror back on its wall. Walking over to the door, he smiled, he could tell from the graying clouds crossing past the mountain it was going to rain. He liked the rain, always so peaceful for a nice book and a cup of tea. He was in an earl grey mood, but he was also tempted to have some coffee.

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It seemed easy enough, the toppats had been practising soul magic for a while at this point, and they had the advantage in numbers. But, the government came prepared with better weapons, especially made with intent on doing damage to souls. That fight had been going on for about 15 minutes at this point with neither side taking major damage. At this point something in the fight needed to change or it would be a will of who gave up first. The government’s side had a secret advantage that was making things easier for them, and that was Charles Calvin, a KINDNESS soul who has rather low level healing magic, but healing magic non the same. That was what was making things so difficult, until Ellie used her own magic and COORDINATED a plan.

“Aim for Calvin, right on the top of his headphones, that’ll distract Galeforce and the other one and I’ll get a clean shot” She whispered to Reginald, as both were ducked behind a rock that had fallen during the chaos. Her boss nodded and sat up aiming for the center of Charles’s headphone, perched exactly above his blonde hair. It felt like time was slowed, as he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet speeding ahead, grazing the red artificial leather on top. As the bullet raced by it grabbed the attention of the three soldiers, as well as Right Hand Man, distracting them long enough so Ellie could make her move. She pulled out her own gun and shot at Rupert, managing to hit him just below the liver a few times. He let out a loud yelp as he fell over and clutched his side. With a sorrowful expression the general declared,

“You won’t get away with it next time!” He shouted as he picked up his subordinate. Ellie and Reginald rose from their spots and walked forward, watching in a sort of victory as the pilot helped the general pick up their wounded comrade.

“Hell yeah we will! You’re just lucky you chose to run!” Ellie cheerfully yelled out in response to the general’s statement.

“Still don’ see why we have to spare ‘em. Would’ve been more beneficial to just end ‘em.” Right Hand Man mentioned to Reginald. “Seriously, we’re jus’ gettin ourselves into a bigger mess, an them bastards aren’t worth pissin on to put out fire on ‘em.”

“Righty, it’s only fair that we spare them, none of us got hurt.” Reginald spoke in response. Rupert turned his head to stare at the criminal brunette, who dared to pity them after nearly shooting one of their best pilots. With what little strength he could, he gripped his pistol, and raised his arm.

“That’s…..what you thought...asshole,”

#fanfic #shattered mirror #undertale #thsc #toppat recruits #crossover #the henry stickmin collection #fanfiction #inspired #post-pacifist ending #wooooop

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 4 years

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It takes a pack to raise a pup

“This is bad... What am I going to do?!” The gofer nervously paced around the infirmary, clutching the bitten arm in his hand before turning to face the Janitor “Please tell me that this is just a bad joke!” He pleaded “Please tell me that this is just a mistake...”

“Sorry ta break it to ya Bud.” The janitor lowered his cap down in sympathy. “But I ain’t jokin’ and I ain’t wrong about this: dat ova here is definitely a werewolf bite. I should know, I saw what my table an’ chair legs looked like after my first few full moons.”

As this was a very serious situation, he forced himself to hold back his laughter at the intrusive memory of his wife telling him that her solution to keeping him from turning the furnature into his chew toys was to swat his snout with a rolled up newspaper every time he ignored his bones and squeaky toys in favor of the table legs. This resulted in him letting out a noise that sounded like a cough.

“B-but what about my Ma and Grandpa?! They don’t even know that monster stuff goes down in the studio! How am I supposed to explain to them that every month, I’m going to turn into a blood-thirsty monster!?”

“If ya don’t wanna tell ‘em, they don’t have ta know.” Wally shrugged. “A lotta wolves don’t tell even their closest family members.”

“What if my Ma questions why all my clothes are getting ripped up?! What if Grandpa finds out when he sees me turn for the first- Oh no... WHAT IF I BITE THEM?! WHAT IF I EAT THEM AFTER I TURN?! WALLY, WHAT IF I END UP KILLING THEM?!”

Buddy felt sick to his stomach as he slumped down to the floor, Wally sat down next to him and patted his back.

“Hey Buddy, you’re gonna be fine. Trust me! There’s a ton of werewolves here at dis studio, none of us would mind showin’ ya the ropes or givin’ ya some good advice for dealin’ with this. Who knows, it might even be a little fun ta get a new pup in the pack.”

“Uuuugggggghhhhhhhhh...”

The Janitor’s words and smile didn’t reassure the nervous gofer, if anything, hearing that he and Wally weren’t the only wolves in the studio made Buddy wonder if the monster that bit him last week was one of his own coworkers. As he thought about it, The wiry music director who was in a constant state of irritation seemed like he was a good candidate to be the wolf who bit him...

He would be lying if he said he couldn’t imagine the man sinking those sharp teeth of his into a human being’s flesh.

“Buddy, c’mon, look at me. It’s gonna be okay, I’m not gonna lie to you, changing is always scary the first few times but you don’t have to do it alone. I can rally up the pack if ya need all of us or I can just keep this between you and me, but no matta what happens, I’ve got your back.”

“Thanks Wally...” He sighed as he still dreaded what was to come. “How soon can you get them?”

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“Ta-daaaaa! Welcome to werewolves not-so-anonymous!”

Wally unfurled the crudely-made banner as Buddy walked into the break room, Susie clapped, Henry smiled and gave a friendly wave, and Lacie looked bored and unamused but gave a thumbs up and a half smile.

The gofer let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding in. Wally alone could’ve been an outlier among werewolves but not all of them. He knew most of these people; the voice actress was hands down one of the most infectiously cheerful people he’d ever met, The Head Artist was a patient and kind man who the gofer looked up to as both an artist and a father figure, and while he didn’t know the mechanic very well aside from the facts that she wasn’t the most friendly or social of people, she didn’t seem half bad.

These people weren’t monsters, he wasn’t a monster.

“Alright, I know a some of us here already know each other but others don’t so lets start ourselves off with some introductions. Who’s going first?”

“Okay. Hi, I’m Buddy, I’m the studio’s gofer and I got bitten pretty recently so I’m kinda scared about all of this...”

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On the day of the full moon, Henry rented a van with the intent to take the werewolf pack to a cabin in the woods so that Buddy’s first transformation would be in a secluded area.

“So how’d your folks take it?” Lacie inquired to break the silence. “They didn’t look happy when we picked you up.”

“They took it better than I expected, I guess?” The gofer sighed “I mean, my ma seemed pretty scared, but she seemed more scared for me than scared of me.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen...” Henry nodded.

“Guys, I have a question”

“Go for it.”

“If Sammy’s not a werewolf, then why is he coming with us? Wont he get turned?”

The music director rolled his eyes and took a very long sip from his coffee, he also wasn’t looking forward to tonight but for a very different reason.

“Nah... Don’t worry.” Lacie laid back and stuck her boots up on the dashboard. “Hell’s Songbird is cursed with something else so he’s immune to lycanthropy.”

Nobody noticed that the man had flinched at Lacie’s statement.

“...Is he basically an unofficial member of the pack?”

Wally and Susie’s eyes lit up at the question and they smiled at each other before answering.

“Yes.”

“Definitely.”

“Absolutely.”

Wally broke down laughing as Susie broke out her stage voice, even Buddy let out a soft chuckle at her dramatic movements.

“The grumpy banjo man is indeed the pack’s loyal brother, not by blood or spirit, but by true love-”

Said grumpy banjo man turned to face the back seat, the regular irritation in his voice gave way to a sarcastic, deadpan tone.

“If you people genuinely think I ‘love’ getting chewed, slobbered on, roughhoused with, pounced on, and ripped apart by a pack of near-mindless wild animals almost every single month, then you’ve probably been huffing too many ink fumes.”

“Yeah, yeah, so bein’ the ‘designated driver’ of da group isn’t always fun... But ya do it ‘cause you looooooooooove us!”

Henry sighed in a mix of annoyance and acceptance in a way that implied he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

“I’m a married man.” Sammy continued to deadpan. “I thought you knew that by now.”

This response only egged Wally on.

“Psssst! He’s not denyin’ it!” The janitor stage-whispered “So it must be true!”

“Shut UP Franks.”

Sammy huffed and crossed his arms, but not denying Wally’s statement, which led to a loop of Wally’s teasing and Sammy’s fruitless attempts to shut the conversation down, which was only ended by reaching their destination.

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Buddy felt goosebumps as the van pulled up to the cabin and the sun slowly started to dip down.

“Here we are.”

“Finally! I swear, every single car ride I have with that. walking. headache. becomes the longest one I’ve ever endured.”

“Hey!”

The cabin itself probably looked like a much more warm and inviting place during midday, but as the shadows of the trees started to cast down on the humble little abode, it looked almost sinister. Although, that could’ve just been Buddy’s imagination working against him.

He hoped it was just his imagination working against him.

“Fuck, it’s gettin’ dark real fast.” The mechanic remarked as she looked at the sky. “Should we slap the meat on the grill now or just wait after we change and eat it raw?”

“We should wait.” The animator replied. “At this rate, if we try to cook it we’ll change before it’s halfway done.”

Buddy helped carry things into the cabin; a cooler, a couple of blankets, a duffle bag filled with dog toys and bones, they all seemed like reasonable items, but he couldn’t deny he felt something was missing.

“Hey Sammy, you’re looking out for us after we change, right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“So where are the ropes and chains? And isn’t there supposed to be bear traps and tranquilizers or something like them?”

The musician raised an eyebrow at the gofer.

“...Why would we need those?”

“...To tie us up and keep us from killing people?”

Sammy’s Jaw dropped at Buddy’s suggestion.

“Holy fucking shit... kid, you’re not turning into a monster, you’re just becoming a glorified puppy.”

“But you said it yourself, you get ripped up!”

“So?” Sammy scoffed. “That’s just what all dogs do.”

“He’s more of a cat person than a dog person.” Susie called out from the kitchen “Take everything he says about werewolves with a grain of salt.”

“Easy for you to say!” Sammy called back. “You’re not the one who had to cover over ninety-seven miles in different directions to round up a bunch of whimpering wolves because SOMEONE decided to set off a bunch of firecrackers just as the moon rose!”

“Hey!” Wally called out. “I said I was sorry!”

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It was time.

Like it or not, he was going to become a beast.

He knew the others’ own transformations were happening right now, he heard their bones snapping and cracking, the changing shadows cast on the floor as he dashed to his own room praying that he’d make it in time.

In the madness, he saw a glimpse of what Sammy’s curse was. He wished he didn’t see that, it would’ve so much easier to trust Sammy’s protection if he didn’t know that burden of the musician’s curse was like a werewolf’s curse except the ‘wolf’ part was scratched off and replaced with something else. The chill that ran down his spine when his eyes met the monster’s also didn’t help.

Buddy locked himself in his room, quickly taking off his clothes so they wouldn’t get ripped during the change and wrapping himself up in the provided blankets to keep himself from seeing his own transformation.

His heart pounded against his chest as he heard someone whimpering and scratching at the door on the other side.

“Focus, Buddy...” He tried to reassure himself. “Deep breaths, don’t get scared...”

He highly doubted he’d be lucid for his first full moon, but the idea of losing his mind and becoming a ravenous monster just didn’t sit well with him, So he tried his best to stay ‘awake’.

No matter how hard it was.

The curse started off his own changes with either his skin, his senses, or his mouth. He didn’t know for sure as it felt like all three were happening at once as he spat out a bloody mouthful of his own teeth into his hands and watched fur sprout up all over his arms, the taste and smell of blood in his mouth and on his now paw-like hands, as well as the smells and sounds of everything else in the cabin was overwhelmingly nauseating.

“D-don’t freak out... the others have been through this lots of times... this is completely normal... Stay calm Buddy...”

He tossed aside the teeth and threw himself deeper into the blanket pile in spite of his body’s increasing temperature and new fur coat. The gofer couldn’t tell if the whimpering he heard was coming from the other wolves scratching at the door or from him.

The next thing the curse went after was everything else; muscles, bones, etc.

It was painful, but at the very least it was fast, he didn’t even have the time to whine for mercy before the malevolent force of the werewolf curse stopped. Buddy let out a sigh of relief as he dug himself out of his blanket cocoon.

He looked at the mirror and saw a frightened looking young wolf, his eyes still looked human and his fur seemed to match the color of his hair. While he didn’t like looking at this and calling it his reflection, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit proud of himself. In spite of fear trying to drive him to the same level as a wild animal, he was still him.

Or so he thought as he was startled by the sound of his door unlocking itself and creaking open.

He let out a yipe and started to bare his teeth and growl at the weird beaked creature that poked its head into his territory. The said creature was not impressed in the slightest and simply came into the room.

Buddy growled louder and snapped his jaws at the creature, his ears laid back and his hackles bristling straight up. While the creature did move away from his bite, it was still not impressed. Out of desperation, he lunged at the black-feathered beast, desperately trying to scare it out but the monster looked like it had dealt with this before as it glided out of the way of his attack and picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

The young wolf flailed, bit, clawed, and snapped at the creature. But he could swear that the beast’s only response to Buddy’s last-ditch efforts to keep himself alive were to roll its eyes and toss the wolf out of the room.

And into the line of sight of two other wolves. Both adults, one of them had pitch black fur, the other one had dark gray fur, but both of them had curious almost human-like eyes.

Thankfully, they smelled familiar to him. Even as a human, he could always recognize the smells of cleaning supplies, bacon soup, and ink. As he got a little bit more used to his new senses, while most of the smells and sounds were still new, and there was too much of it, he could at least identify what they were.

The black wolf came closer to him and sniffed his face before licking it. The other wolf pawed the first wolf’s face away from his own. Assuming that this was just some kind of greeting, Buddy sniffed the first wolf’s face and licked him back, the second wolf let out a noise that sounded like an amused snort.

THUNK

A loud noise from the kitchen that came with a new smell made him realize how hungry he was. Assumingly all thinking the same thing, the three wolves dashed into the kitchen to see the toppled-over cooler being raided by two other wolves. The bird like creature was biting and flapping its wings at them, clearly trying to keep them away from the coveted red meats the cooler held.

“STOP. EATING. PLASTIC!” The creature cried out to deaf ears of the pack. “YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOURSELVES SICK! JUST WAIT FOR ME TO UNWRAP THEM FIRST!”

This tyranny would not stand with the wolves, united as a pack, the five starved beasts joined forces against the giant bird-monster that stayed between them and their food.

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Buddy woke up groaning with a headache, sore muscles, and an upset stomach the next morning.

Last night was a blur to the gofer, like a dream, the most of what happened during the full moon quickly faded from his mind as he woke up. If it wasn’t for the fact he could still see the bird-monster form of the music director looming over him in the cabin’s rafters, he would’ve chalked the whole thing up to just be a bad dream.

“Sammy?” He groaned. “What happened last night?”

“As soon as I opened the door, all of you ran to the fields instead of the woods.” The music director sounded like he was too tired to be irritated. “I tried to steer you back towards the woods because there was a barn over there, but as usual, none of you listened to me.” Okay, maybe he was still a little bit irritated.

“Oh no... Did I eat anything there?”

“No, but you did get your head stuck underneath a fence and whined until I let you out.”

Buddy blushed in embarrassment as he wrapped his blanket tighter around him.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, everybody does stupid things the first time they change.”

“So how come you didn’t change back?”

“My curse isn’t determined by the moon, it’s determined by... other things. I don’t like talking about it.”

Sammy wrapped himself up in his wings, ending the conversation.

“G’morning.” Wally set down a fizzing glass of water by Buddy, the Janitor looked more exhausted now than he did after a 12-hour deep clean of the studio. “Ya might wanna drink that, it’ll help with the headache.”

“Thanks Wally.”

He smiled as he sipped down the liquid, while the gofer knew that the changes weren’t going to be easy for him to adjust to, at least he had other people who were willing to help him through it.

#hauntober #moonlight #bendy and the ink machine #batim monster au #buddy lewek #wally franks #susie campbell #lacie benton #Henry Stein #sammy lawrence #fanfic #it's werewolf time lads #body horror #took all night to write this

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tacgnologist · 3 years

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Corvus' Journal: Crow

/3:31 AM. Week after the end of Dawning. Cold, light snow./

So...I told you how I felt today.

I been waitin a while to write this one. I still can't believe I am. None o this feels real. I remember ya sayin the same thing just a few days ago...and that starstruck look in yer eyes when I told that bastard you was comin with me.

I only ever saw that look way back then. When we was just gettin to know each other again. Back when we had just found somethin new, somethin worth bringin back to them Techeuns to keep em busy. Somethin to keep us from bein sent on one way trips. Return ones for me.

Back when things was more...innocent.

Worst we had to come home to then was one o them pissed off Paladins, or Petra screamin somethin about keepin to our word.

Like we was teenagers that stayed out too late.

Like we was kids.

I'm sorry I didn't know how deep it went. I still am. None o us had any idea. Not Joylon, not Petra, not me. Nobody knew cept for Her. Damn monster. Even had ya locked up for it later like some kinda criminal.

And hell, you don't even remember none o that now.

It's probably better that way, even if nobody will just come out and say it. I know you feel like everybody is keepin ya in the dark. I'm sorry for that too. I wanna tell ya everything. I still just might.

But hell...I'm gettin off topic.

I didn't expect ya to feel the same way back. I ain't gonna lie. I was full prepared to embrace yer new life without us even remotely bein a thing. I even woulda took it on the chin if ya told me I was plumb crazy.

Yer a whole new person now, no matter what any o them think. I been tellin them for a long time that you wasn't ever a bad guy. It just plain ain't in ya. Me n Joylon both knew that.

They never believed me, hell, they started to come after me the same way they did you. It's why I live out here in the field now.

People get emotional when death's on the table. They start lookin for people to take it out on. Start lookin for faces and names.

Some of em even started to think I helped y-...the old you. They started to think I helped him do it. They forgot that Cayde was my friend too, and that I had to come down to the fact that that man I used to love, still did love...killed his ass dead.

I still ain't right.

But here I go, gettin off topic again.

I didn't wanna tell you how long I was huntin, searchin. I didn't want it to weigh yer decision to choose. You done had enough shit held over your head in the short time ya been here. Shit ain't right to do to somebody.

I knew you wasn't dead on Mars. You was the best damn pilot we ever had. And huntin for you, tryin to keep them all away from ya was the only way I knew how to make it up for walkin out when I finally had enough o her shit.

Yea, your-...no. HIS sister. She's always been a bitch. Gettin high on dreams o power and screwin with all our heads.

Boy, I'm real bad for not gettin to the point ain't I.

I...I love you. I always have. I promised not to cry when I wrote this, but...hell. The damn tears are gonna stain the page and shit.

I just...I didn't expect to hear it back.

I always been a damn pessimist, can't shit go wrong when you already expect it to. Crow's tendency.

And even now, after searchin and huntin and lookin after ya and you're here, right next to me, curled up safe and snug and warm in my bed, hell. I don't think Eva herself coulda gave us a better Dawning.

And...I...finally feel like I did what I been tryin to do this whole time. Keep you safe. Happy.

LOVED. You deserve to be loved. You always deserved it. Traveler knows ya didn't get any of it from Her. All them years o hell together finally feel like they ain't shit.

Like none of them monsters can ever get their claws back into you. Not Mara, not Riven, not Savathun...not even Spider, now.

He ain't nothin but an overgrown space tick anyways.

You n Glint both are safe now.

Me n Eastwood are gonna make damn sure o that. I promise.

Well...hell. I'm gettin tired, and I'm ready to finally hold ya close instead of writin about you here like some kinda weirdo.

Writins for Warlocks, anyways.

-Corvus Roth

PS: Reminder to actually give you all those Festival candies I been hoardin up. Way better than havin to leave em at ya ship wreck. I hope they ain't moldy.

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny oc #destiny crow #destiny fanfiction #spoilers;#writing;

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britishassistant · 4 years

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But I Like One Piece (2)

Her parents stay home so the family can strategize.

A war meeting, like those of their ancestors.

She tells them of the paradox that is Naruto, and they tell her that there’s a gag order which prevents them from ferreting out the reason behind the universal hatred of the village.

She tells them about the white masks. Her father frowns and smooths a hand across her bruised arm. “That’s the way of ninja, my girl. Spying even on their weakest and gentlest.”

“Should we continue to associate with the boy? We risk our acceptance in the village, or deportation if the village council believe that we are a threat to him.” Her mother argues.

“But if Mayu-chan reneges on her promise, Hokage-sama could take the rejection as an insult to his hospitality and have us deported anyway.” Her father counters. “Or...”

He tries to make a discreet slicing motion across his neck. It’d work better if he didn’t do the noise too. Okaa-sama covers her face with her hands and lets out a little sob.

“I want to feed him.”

Her parents turn to her.

She fidgets. “Otou-sama, Okaa-sama, he’s—he’s hungry. And alone. He doesn’t know that he needs vitamins to grow up strong, or that he’ll get sick from rotten food, or that too many sweet or greasy foods are bad for him. No one was feeding him. Letting that continue...it’s dishonorable. If—if it would ease things for Otou-sama and Okaa-sama, we could act like I was being bad by doing this? So you could tell everyone that you didn’t support my behavior while I did it, so the council and the Hokage-sama couldn’t deport us?”

She squirms as they stare down at her.

Then squeaks as both envelop her in a fierce hug.

“When did my little girl get so grown up?” Her mother asks, sounding choked up.

“We’re not doing it.” Her father says before she can reply. “Our family stays together, damn what the tree-huggers may think. Even if we have enemies on all sides, the Ketsugi clan will weather any blows. Invite the boy round here for meals—he could likely use the company.”

It’s not that simple, of course.

Naruto freezes up when her mother arrives with her to invite him for breakfast. He won’t stop pinching himself once they insist he stay for lunch and to play in the afternoon. He starts crying outright once they suggest he sleepover on the spare futon after Ichiraku’s (which was delicious and she had to stop herself from begging Teuchi-sama for the recipe).

He’s not the problem in this equation.

Everyone else is.

The masks appear just as they’re getting ready for bed, and insist Naruto has to go back to his apartment, no matter how much he pleads or her father cajoles or her mother negotiates.

They tell him it’s “not healthy to spend so much time with foreigners to the village”.

Her parents go red at that, arguing that they’ve worked hard for the good of Konoha since they arrived, that Mayu-chan has never known any other home, she’s practically a native.

They still take Naruto away.

People begin to whisper openly about “iron-hearted immigrants jeopardizing village safety”.

She delivers Naruto his food, but there’s a masked person outside the door who goes through her cooking, destroying the now-almost-triangular onigiri, saying she could’ve poisoned it, like that wouldn’t ruin the meal.

It takes all of her willpower not to kick the stupid mask in her stupid shin.

The dark-haired police knock on their door several times throughout the week to query numerous complaints called in about them.

A man spits on her mother at work, and her coworkers just pretend nothing’s happened.

Her father comes home with a black eye that he laughs off, but he makes her wear different, nondescript clothes when she delivers Naruto’s dinner.

Another mask inspects that too.

The next day, someone’s daubed “GO BACK TO IRON” on their house.

Or they’ve tried to at any rate.

She’s woken early by an indignant shriek of rage.

There’s a black streak covering her window.

When she pushes it up and sticks her head out, she sees Naruto dumping the contents of a black can of paint over a woman’s head, red in the face and yelling incoherently.

The woman staggers, shrieking and spluttering and trying to pull off the paint can where it’s become wedged over her ears.

There’s a man who grabs Naruto’s collar and shakes him until he goes limp, snarling about monsters and demons and ungratefulness.

He’s right under her window.

She lands on him like a sack of bricks.

They end up in front of the Hokage again, this time covered in paint.

She doesn’t know where Otou-sama and Okaa-sama are. There’s masks everywhere.

The Hokage sighs. “So all this fuss is over a few meals and a sleepover?”

“Yes, Hokage-sama.” She says, bowing deeply, channelling as much of Nico Robin as she can into her movements and speech. “My family and I are very sorry if we have broken any rules of the village. We didn’t know, and...I thought Naruto would like to eat with us, and maybe stay over. Because food tastes better when you share it together.”

“Yeah, they were just being nice, believe it!” Naruto yells, fists clenched, hair splotched black.

The Hokage rubs the space between his eyes, and looks very tired. “I appreciate your intentions, Mayu-kun. However, as Naruto-kun’s apartment is paid for by the village, he needs to spend more time there than he can at his friends’ houses. Otherwise we would worry he’d been kidnapped.”

“I understand, Hokage-sama.” She says, not understanding in the slightest. Surely adult supervision was better for that rather than staying in a state-subsidized apartment alone?

From the way Naruto’s mouth twists unhappily, he doesn’t get it either.

The old man takes a deep inhale on his pipe, blowing out an impressive cloud. “Well, how about a compromise?”

And so it is decided that Naruto may eat with the Ketsugi family twice a day if he so chooses, and sleep over once a month.

These visits are non-obligatory for him, and there are no dispensations for village holidays.

If her family decides to gift Naruto with necessities outside of food, that is at their discretion. These items must bear the Uzumaki spiral. The presence of the Ketsugi pelican is forbidden.

Mayu can deliver him meals, and they can play together during the day, but he has to go home by sundown every evening and eat one meal on his own.

If not, the masks and the police will come and get him again.

It’s not perfect.

It’s not even that good, which her parents agree after hugging her so tightly that paint smears on their pajamas as well when they’re finally allowed to see her.

But if it makes Naruto smile so widely that his eyes go all squinty and hold her hand all the way back, then she’ll make do.

Even if they do have to help scrub the graffiti off of her house.

The next week, a letter arrives to say that she will be attending the Village Academy.

She does not want to attend the Academy. It’s ninja school and she doesn’t want to be a ninja.

“But why do you want to be a pirate?” Her mother asks, despairing.

“Because they’re free.” She answers. “They’re the freest people in the world.”

“So are bandits.” Her father replies, wiping miso off Naruto’s chin. “But sleeping in the dirt and being attacked by ninja and samurai isn’t much fun, is it?”

Naruto laughs as she pouts. “It’s okay, Mayu-chan! Bein’ a ninja will be WAY better than a dumb ol’ pirate, believe it!”

She tries to kick him under the table and misses. “Better a pirate with comrades and treasure than a lonely old hokage with paperwork.”

He lets out a cry and is off a mile a minute, jabbering that hokages aren’t lonely, everyone’s their comrade, and when he becomes hokage he’ll set any dumb paperwork on fire, believe it!

She hates the Academy even more once they arrive.

There’s dozens of children there, all squabbling, laughing, talking. Yet not a one of them is willing to sit next to Naruto. When he tries to make friends, they push and scramble to get away like he’s somehow diseased.

She squeezes his hand, but he still looks crushed.

She doesn’t get it. In the anime stills of her last life he was always smiling, always happy. Luffy had Ace and Sabo, Shanks and Makino, Garp and Dandan at least. How could this boy have nobody and still be made to smile?

The teacher’s even worse.

The woman goes around the room and has people introduce themselves, but skips over Naruto. He doesn’t get the handout she passes out. It’s like she’s pretending he doesn't exist.

So she gives her handout to him, and relays his questions when the teacher ignores his raised hand.

She’s not the one who wants to be a ninja, after all.

She and Naruto go to the teacher’s lounge when lunch rolls around.

A man with a scar across his nose answers the door, and lets them in to reheat their thermoses of broth in an old microwave. He’s awkward, but at least he tries to be nice to Naruto.

They get back to the classroom, and she watches, worrying her lower lip, as he pours the boiling liquid over the tofu, seaweed, green onions and pre-cooked noodles.

“How is it?” She bursts out when he takes the first bite. “I know it’s not going to be as good as Ichiraku’s, but did I get the seasoning right? Are the noodles okay?”

He slurps, and chews contemplatively.

She leans forward.

He opens his mouth—

And promptly shoves another serving of noodles and toppings into it, grinning at her indignant shriek.

“I’m never cooking for you again.” She grumps as he laughs at her. They both know that’s a lie.

The Academy gets better and worse.

On the “better” side, their classmates begin approaching Naruto more, seeing him interact and eat with her.

He doesn’t become Mr. Popular overnight, but they’ll ask him if he has an extra pencil, tell him to be quiet if he’s getting overexcited without cowering. Some even say “hello” to him.

Guess it’s hard to see a boy who whines for a solid forty-five minutes about how he needed her pudding cup to survive afternoon classes after eating his own as a demon.

The goofy victory dance he does when she gives in is also helps.

In his defense, the Academy is making them do long division and fractions in afternoon classes. In a world without calculators, so everything must be done by hand.

It’s hard for her and she’s done this shit once already. For Naruto, who she suspects has some form of dyslexia more and more with each passing day...well, he deserves the pudding cup.

The first to approach is a brown-haired boy with red markings on his cheeks called “Kiba”.

He comes up to them in the schoolyard and sniffs Naruto. “You smell more like a dumb fox than a demon. I bet you’re really weak.”

Naruto bristles like a cat, fists clenching. She grabs one of them. The teachers actively look for any opportunity to punish him, and she isn’t going to let them have the satisfaction.

“Why don’t you and your dumb nose go away then?” She snaps.

The boy snarls and his teeth look like they’ve been sharpened. “Nobody was talking to you, dead fish eyes!”

“Hey!” Naruto yells, lunging for the boy, “Don’t call Mayu-chan that!”

“Try to stop me!” He jeers, looking far happier than he has any right to when Naruto jumps on him for the insult and the two begin wrestling in the dirt despite her attempts to separate them.

Somehow this leads to Kiba eating bits of their lunches, alternating between joking around with Naruto and pulling pranks on him. It’s a weird frenemy thing she’s not sure how to dissect.

Next there’s a sweet, rotund boy named “Chouji”, who must come from a family of cooks.

His lunchboxes are tiered masterpieces that make her green with envy— perfectly cooked rice making up expertly formed onigiri and sushi, braised pork, duck and beef that’s so tender it practically falls apart at the slightest brush, fruit and vegetables cut into intricate shapes.

He tentatively approaches them to ask about the french onion soup that Naruto’s eyeing dubiously, perplexed by the bread and cheese in place of noodles.

“Is it just onions, or are there other vegetables?” He asks in a break in her cajoling.

“Ah, it’s a mixture of white onions, shallots, and leeks.” She says, pleasantly surprised. “It’s not traditional, but I figured the more variety the better, right?”

The boy nods solemnly. “Could I try some?”

“Sure!” She passes over her own untouched bowl. He picks up some onions and cheese with his chopsticks and bites into it.

He puts the chopsticks down. She worries her lower lip. Did he not like it?

“Ketsugi-chan. If I trade you my cutlets, can I have this?”

She blinks and begins grinning like a loon. Naruto begins whining about how he wants a cutlet too.

So she gains a friend who she can trade cooking tips and tricks with. It’s surprisingly nice.

On the “worse” side of Academy life, people being less scared of Naruto means bullies begin to try their luck.

They’re just overconfident brats, playing at having a semblance of “power” by picking on adult-sanctioned targets.

Their little quibbles have nothing on the abuses adults have heaped on both Naruto and her.

Unsurprisingly, her family is now quasi-reviled in the village even with the Hokage’s sanction of their friendship with Naruto and they get charged more for goods and paid less for their services. Even the shopkeeps who used to coo when she was younger watch her warily now.

It’s easier to ruin a reputation than it is to repair it after all. But she digresses.

It’s standard bullying fare, almost cliche in its predictability. Verbal taunting in the hallway and bathrooms, their stuff going missing, framings for petty thefts, sharp or messy substances in their seats, attacks that don’t go in their favor.

One did attempt to ruin their food once.

They don’t try that anymore.

The teachers still refuse to acknowledge Naruto. It’s getting a bit ridiculous.

At this point he could dance naked on the tables and if the other students kept quiet about it the teacher would probably do her best to pretend it wasn’t happening.

She should probably learn the woman’s name at some point. Otou-sama and Okaa-sama get bemused looks whenever she just refers to her as “the teacher”.

She’ll do so when the teacher stops glaring at her for conveying Naruto’s input.

The white masks have begun watching her more often.

It feels like there’s one in every tree she looks at, silent and waiting for the excuse to hurt.

Nobody else ever seems to see them as frequently she does, not even Naruto who has a literal cohort of masks shadowing him at all times.

Some of them large enough to be adults, others...worryingly small.

She tries her best not to look.

They’re walking home one Friday when they meet one of the other “main characters”.

She’s grumbling because she got into an argument with the teacher over the story of Usagi-hime. Apparently a tyrant on the level of the World Government is a “benevolent goddess” here.

Naruto just snickers when she makes wordless growls as she mimes choking their teacher.

His head snaps up at the sound of ugly laughter.

He frowns and tugs her to follow him off the path towards the sound of taunting.

There are three girls holding a fourth with pink hair and an red ribbon down, while a fifth laughs.

The fifth girl holds up a round object. “That forehead is so monstrously huge, I bet we could fry an egg on it, couldn’t we? Teach you to play ninja, hiding behind Yamanaka-chan!”

“Hey!” Yells Naruto. “Stop being mean to her!”

“Stop playing with food.” She adds. “It’s a waste.”

The fifth girl sneers, trying to hide a flinch at that word. “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it? You’re just a moronic demon and an iron-hearted slant!”

“Well.” She says. “At least the egg didn’t break.”

Her knuckles are scraped and stinging and one of her teeth feels wobbly. Naruto’s got a rapidly healing black eye. The pink-haired girl who seems to be universally hated has a bloody nose.

She inspects the egg, sniffs it. It seems to be perfectly fresh. But what to do with it?

Rice omelet, scotch egg, boiled egg in ramen, spaghetti carbonara, meringue—

The hated girl sniffles, trembling. Naruto frowns at her distress, then turns puppy-eyes on her.

No. Nope, nope, nope. Naruto’s enough. She’s already befriended the main character when she was supposed to just feed him, she can’t be more involved in this dumb story than this—

The pink haired girl’s stomach growls.

God. Dammit.

“Hey.” She holds the egg up. “Wanna bake a cake with this?”

Mixing the batter and the buttercream makes her scrapes sting and crack, and she scowls furiously when they bleed and she has to stop what she’s doing to go wash her hands again.

Naruto’s eager to pick up where she leaves off, whisking so fast he almost spatters both mixtures all over the countertop in spite of her protests.

Thank god Pinky has the good sense to keep her eyes on the jam, carefully mixing in the sugar so it doesn’t burn.

The cakes come out slightly lopsided, but they’re cooked through, so she tries to cut them more evenly. Then she slathers buttercream on one, the set raspberry jam on the other, and presses them together, covering the top in the last of the buttercream.

It’s not the best Victoria Sponge she’s ever made, but Naruto and Pinky seem to like it.

They send Pinky home with half the cake and the rest of the jam. She made it, after all.

Okaa-sama declares that she’ll be making their lunches until her hands are healed at dinner, partly as a punishment for fighting. Her knuckles keep bleeding too much for her to safely prepare food anyway.

She frowns at her hands. They’re her tools. She can’t let this happen again

“Otou-sama.” She asks, while her mother tells Naruto to sit up straight and keep his elbows tucked in. “Do you know anybody who can teach me to fight with just my feet?”

Her father tilts his head to the side, contemplating.

“I’ll ask around at work and see.” He says.

Monday morning, she and Naruto (who said he wanted in on training) are at a training ground at 5AM.

It’s early even by the standards of their old food delivery system.

Her father had seemed weirdly excited the night before and told her that it was a matter of clan honor to make a good impression on her new teacher.

There’s a faint yell echoing in the morning mist.

A man in green spandex bursts out of the undergrowth, executing a series of flawless backflips to land in front of them in the center of the training field.

“GOOOD MORNING BLOSSOMING YOUTHS!!” He shoots them a thumbs up and the rising sun glints off his teeth. “I am Konoha’s Beautiful Green Beast, MAITO GAI!! It is my HONOR to train you into blossoming in THE SPRINGTIME OF YOUR YOUTH!!”

She gets the feeling she’s going to regret this.

She regrets this so much. So, so much.

Everything hurts.

Naruto groans beside her, face down on the desk. “‘M not doing this anymore, believe it.”

She limply aims a swat at him. “You’re not allowed to abandon me. Jumping ship is bad.”

“M not a pirate.” He grumbles. “M gonna be Hokage, believe it.”

She’s about to reply that a Hokage shouldn’t abandon his people either, when a bright voice goes, “Wow, you guys look dead!”

She lifts her face from the desk to see the blond girl Chouji hangs out with a lot. She looks far too pleased with her assessment.

“Sakura said you guys helped her out yesterday.” The blond girl continues after a minute of uncomprehending staring. “And Chouji says you cook good food. Wanna eat lunch with us?”

“I can’t feel my legs.” She tells her honestly. Naruto mumbles in agreement.

The blonde girl laughs like she’s told the world’s best joke.

They end up getting scolded for sleeping in class.

When lunch rolls around, her legs tremble when she walks over to where Blondie and Pinky and Chouji are eating. Naruto wobbles into a seat, and nearly falls on top of a sleeping boy.

“You didn’t cook today?” Chouji asks, looking concerned.

She snorts and holds up her scabbed hands. “Unsanitary. Okaa-sama put me on probation until they’re healed. It’s my fault anyway—I shouldn’t have been careless with them.”

“I—I’m sorry, Mayu-san!” Pinky squeaks. “If I’d stood up to Ami...”

Naruto snorts, cheeks slightly red. “That’s not your fault! Those girls were jerks, believe it!”

Blondie nods, throwing an arm around Pinky. “Yeah! We’ll make them regret messing with you!”

She accepts a conciliatory tempura from Chouji, and is struck by a thought. “Ah, by the way, what were your names again?”

A disbelieving silence. Blondie wordlessly gestures to herself and Pinky, going red when she nods.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW OUR NAMES, WE'VE BEEN CLASSMATES FOR OVER A YEAR!!”

The sleeping boy snorts when she topples out of her chair at the force of Blondie’s yell, while Naruto groans and munches on an octopus sausage.

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crawgluvr4 · 4 years

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(ao3)

it’s half one in the morning. gabriel stares intently at his work, even as the lines start to blur from exhaustion.

“c’mon, gabe,” jack whines, arms draped over gabriel’s shoulders. “you can do this tomorrow. there’s time before the party.”

gabriel sighs. “i’m nearly done.”

“you’ve been saying that for nearly two hours,” jack protests. he tightens his grip, and gabriel struggles to keep the fabric he’s sewing even. “bed time. please.”

“i can just… mist into bed, you know.” gabriel keeps a careful eye on the needle, nervous. “that’s something i can do now.”

“i don’t think sneaking into bed is the intended use of this,” and jack waves a hand, loosening his hold, “whatever it is. what if it wears off or something and you get stuck like that?”

gabriel’s nervousness spikes up. if it wears off.

“i mean i’d still love you even if you were a sentient cloud,” jack continues, oblivious. “but i think sex would be weird-”

“fuck off,” gabriel groans. he slaps at jack’s arms. “i’m not having this conversation. you’re weird and i hate you.”

“you loooove me,” jack sings, directly into his ear.

“why is that even the first thing you think about! what the fuck. not ‘how do i keep my darling husband from blowing away in the wind’.” gabriel covers his face with his hands. “it’s ‘how will i fuck the cloud’.”

“it’s not like i went into the logistics of it!” jack is laughing against his back. “and it’s not like i wouldn’t- ugh, never mind. i’ll shut up about it if you come to bed already.”

“given your train of thought, that sounds like a proposition.” gabriel leans back, grinning.

“i literally have to be up at seven tomorrow.”

“yeah, but i know how quick you can be.”

jack pulls gabriel’s beanie down over his eyes and leaves, grumbling. gabriel laughs so hard he ends up slumping off his chair onto the floor.

“it wasn’t even that funny!” jack insists as gabriel, eventually, comes into the bedroom, still holding his side. “you just have the sense of humour of a twelve year old.”

“you’re one to talk, cloud-fucker,” gabriel retorts, chucking his shirt at him. jack catches it and gives him a withering glare, undermined by how his lips tremble with trying not to smile.

gabriel finishes up his nightly routine and finally gets into bed. jack immediately curls up to him, wrapping his arms around gabriel’s shoulders and giving him a little kiss on his spine. gabriel can feel him smiling in the dark.

“if you cut the blood supply off to my arm,” gabriel says, “i won’t hesitate to push you off.”

“just cloud it or whatever,” jack mumbles into his neck, half asleep already.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

jack just snorts. “love you.”

“love you too.”

he dreams of blowing away in the wind.

jack is gone when he wakes up, which is increasingly normal. life for them was never simple, but work had been a bigger burden over the past few months, and their time together was more and more centered around dinner and sleeping.

but it was nice, even then. just to relax and be human for a while, much as he could.

he ignores paperwork to finish the costumes; it takes another good hour and a half, and he begrudgingly admits to jack via text that he was right. jack texts back ‘always am ;)’ and gabriel makes a very irritated cheese sandwich.

he eventually drags himself over to the training range to go check on mccree. he had left him in charge of the recruits for the morning in order to finish sewing (and have a lie-in), and felt the urge to make sure he hadn’t burned the place down.

“howdy!” mccree greets him before the door even finishes opening, jogging on over with a have. the recruits all look nervously between him and gabriel, before mccree remembers himself. “uh, i mean, howdy… commander.”

gabriel looks at him tiredly. “report, mccree.”

one of the very new recruits looks like they’re about to pass out at their casual interaction. gabriel always loved pretending to be a serious hard-ass to new recruits at first, usually to test how they were with authority. it also made the parties blackwatch had a lot funnier for them.

“already had to send that palmer girl up to angie,” mccree sighs. “fightin’ over what target she gets to shoot at. real pain in the ass. rest of the kids here are doing fine, though.”

“some of these ‘kids’ have a decade on you, jesse.”

mccree coughs, adjusts his hat. “okay, okay, whatever. some of these respectable recruits,” and he puts on a very posh voice, “are doing absolutely wonderfully given the stressors of the situation.”

gabriel rolls his eyes. “right.”

gabriel watches the recruits for a while as mccree goes into detail, occasionally inputting his own notes on his tablet to add to mccree’s report when it comes. assuming the cowboy hadn’t forgotten to write up the physical report, of course, but he planned to leave him to remember that on his own.

mccree shuffles closer after a while, leaning in. “did ya get the costumes finished?”

gabriel raises an eyebrow. “you think i’d be here if i hadn’t?”

“oh. right.” mccree pauses. “i just… had an idea. your mask has eye holes, right?”

“yeah.” gabriel lowers his tablet slightly. “i gotta see, jesse.”

“well i was thinkin’,” mccree gestures to him. “you can smoke up random bits of you, yeah?”

gabriel grimaces. “it’s supposed to be for combat only.”

“aw, like you haven’t used it for convenience. i know you! but that’s not the point.” mccree grins. “say you go in normally. everyone’s impressed by your craftsmanship, yeah, of course. but they’re used to it now. they all know you too well.”

gabriel frowns.

“i’m not bein’ insulting,” mccree adds hurriedly. “but it’s true.”

gabriel’s frown deepens.

“alright, alright! i’m just sayin’... the people there all know your weird cloud status.” gabriel pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to forget his conversation with jack the previous night. mccree doesn’t seem to notice. “and i think you could pass it off as clever effects if anythin’ got leaked. so just imagine bein’ dressed as sexy grim reaper-”

“it’s not sexy grim reaper, for fuck’s sake,” gabriel mumbles. “it’s tasteful and mature gothic halloween fashion.”

“the point IS if you start having smoke melt out your eyes-”

“wait, is it the boots? are heeled boots too much? christ, i’m not sure i can find flat boots in time-”

mccree elbows him. “the boots are fine, pops, i’m joking. now the smoke. think about it?”

gabriel stops thinking about how he’s going to obtain thigh high flat boots before the evening. “right. smoke. i dunno how long i can do that for, though.”

“you ain’t gotta do it for a long time,” mccree says, leaning back against the wall. “just occasionally when someone looks at you. and during the pictures.”

gabriel thinks about his dream. thinks about the deep-seated fear he’s had of himself since undergoing moira’s treatment and being able to dissolve.

thinks about the potential look on jack’s face.

“you got a deal.” he flicks off mccree’s hat with a grin. “good idea, kid.”

the look on jack’s face - a mixture of fright and awe - is definitely worth it.

gabriel wins the informal costume contest, again, and donates half the winnings (a bottle of absurdly pink and sparkly gin) to mccree as thanks. reinhardt nearly passes out from fear. the rest of the party is simply good fun, and he feels a little more comfortable that the people around him don’t think him some kind of monster. outside of costume, anyway.

later, in bed, jack tipsily tells him he thinks smoky grim reaper in high heels is actually pretty hot. gabriel refuses to speak to him for a record two minutes, pillow over his face, while jack nearly cries laughing to himself.

“i’m not indulging your new cloud fetish,” gabriel says eventually, and jack wheezes into the quilt. “the rest of it i’d be happy to get to wear more often. they’ve been in my closet for years.”

“wait.” jack sits up. “in your closet? you didn’t just make that stuff?”

gabriel lifts the pillow off his face slightly. “nah, mccree asked me to make his and genji’s costumes. mine was just a well planned combination of clothes i actually own. i don’t wear ‘em much cause i don’t want the press to be weird about it.”

“oh my god,” jack groans, flopping back into the bed. “oh my god. you kept me up late like three days in a row making a ridiculous two-piece dragon cowboy costume for those two?”

“i take my work seriously, jack.”

“you skipped like four important meetings over the past month.”

“saving the world is just a hobby,” gabriel grins.

jack slaps the pillow back onto gabriel’s face. “you’re terrible. awful. evil. i hate you.”

“love you too, honey.”

#reaper76 #ovw #i literally cannot fucking write anything else other than stupid drabbles of these two FUCKING idiots #i have problems! problems!! problemsssss #pacrim au compliant #technically it doesnt have to be? but i kept it in mind writing it so #also that gin is real. i drank it. its cotton candy flavour and is fucking delicious.#use ur imagination as to what gabes costume actually looks like #edited to fix a typo of sorts. gabe was not wearing a mask i was thinking of a completely different fic lol

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tsundozer · 5 years

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Prompt #03: Twelveswood Elegy

Exercise: an extensive, meandering monologue, deliberately breaking form an appropriateness. A dialogue that goes on, and on, and often loses it’s way--so the reader, themselves, become lost within it. Express intense emotion through nothing but spoken word, with sufficient weight.

Dearest G’rha,

It is with heavy heart that I reach out to you today to deliver this most unfortunate news: G’ihsa Ohsen passed on the eve of the 10th sun of the 4th Astral moon. She has been burned, and will be returned to the soil beneath the trees, as were her wishes, and as is custom of our people. Pursuant to this, we will be convening to mourn at the sunlit clearing and taking the time to speak of her memory, fondly. Your attendance has been something of a hot topic. While there has been much debate within the community, ultimately as Nunh, the final decision rests upon my shoulders.

You, G’rha, former Tia of the Griffons, second son of G’ihsa Ohsen, have been requested to attend and speak your piece. I understand this request may be presumptuous, even hurtful, for you, for myself. I take no joy in inviting you, and will take less joy in speaking myself.

But Rha.

She was our mother.

And nobody else is going to mourn.

G’ruhn Nunh

“So I had a long time t’think, on my way to these woods. In these woods. There’s an old log, where my lil’ gaggle of fuck-ups used to spend time. Y’know the place. I didn’t really try to find it, I just sorta wound up there. Funny how the wood seems to change, over time. I always thought it was dead. But there I was, unsure where I was, at least, until I found that log.”

Gray flexed his hands twice before wringing them together, as he surveyed the small gathering. Only five, maybe six people besides his brother had come to see their mother returned to the wood. He didn’t recognize either of them. When he looked in his brother’s direction, he couldn’t help but sneer. It didn’t fit the scene (that’s all this was, a scene), wearing that disdain upon his face. But disdain was all he had, wasn’t it? He decided to just talk. Shut everything else away.

“Gray, by the way. G’rha, I guess. If y’all gonna insist. I used to go there a lot, with G’rhun. With G’nerha. WIth a buncha other misfits who ain’t fit in here--an’ I just kept thinking about that. Misfits, we were misfits. I’d jokingly call us the Bastard’s club. On account o’ me an’ G’nerha, I guess. but really. We were all out of sorts, in some way. It’s really fucking sad, to see how many of you here just. Crawled your way back in-- oh, don’t give me that fucking look. Am I bitter, hells, yeah, I’m bitter. I don’t-- I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t know why I’m here. Where even is here? Home? I don’t think so. It weren’t home for mom, either. --Right. Mom.”

Gray gave a long, steady sigh.

“Mom-- G’ihsa Ohsen-- was born sixty-eight turns ago an’ a few moons. She was a miqote, belongin’ to the griffon tribe, daughter of G’ohsen Nunh, the nunh prior. And she died a few moons ago. When I was young, she taught me a song. Magic chords, she said, to chase the nightmares away. She had a way with music, I’ll tell you that. She had a way with her words, too. She loved t’ use ‘em to dig, t’hurt. Not just me, but boy, did she ever have a lot t’say my way. Bastard this, bastard. That. But not just me. No. She turned ‘em in towards herself, too. I’m sure that’s why she asked to be burned. We usually just bury ‘em, yeah? Bury deep under the wood, let ‘em nourish the flowers. I don’t think she wanted that. T’be flowers. I don’t think she wanted to exist at all. Not that she had a godsdamned clue, near the end. I don’t--y’wanna hear a story ‘bout her? Bet y’all don’t. Bet whoever’s here just can’t wait to see us empty out this urn all over the fuckin’ grass, and that’s that. Bet you were hopin’ for a few quick, empty words. Well fuck that. Fuck that.She’s not--she’s not allowed. To go peacefully, into the godsdamned night.--”

Gray felt words catch in his throat for a moment, the world spun and he stumbled, bracing himself against a tree. Another sneer. Did they know he’d been drinking, before this? They probably knew. They could see it on his face. Well, what’d the expect? He was going to do this sober? He spent enough time sober, lately. All of it, even. He was proud of that. But he can’t-- you can’t expect him to come here, and look you all in the eye, with a happy smile and a lucid gleam in my eye.

“What,” he nearabouts growled, “we’re--we’re all gonna wave her off, an’ pretend none of it ever happened? No. Fuck it. Story time. When I was twelve. I had my heart broke, for the first time. I tried talkin’ to G’nerha an’ she called me a runt, and you know what? I was. But I think it went deeper, than that. I don’t have to say it. There was no way in hells, I was ever gonna be the Nunh. Had no right to be, I wasn’t really part of the griffons. So when I went home, an’ I told her. She slapped me. You know--a kid comes in crying, and what, you fucking slap them? And--and do you-- d’you know what she said? Do you know what she fucking. said. to. me? It’s a good thing, Rha, that she didn’t take you seriously. What if she told the nunh? You’d make our lives worse than it already is. You’re a bastard, and that’s all you’re ever gonna be. A bastard. What a. What a loving, fucking mother, huh? Well, she was right. I’m a bastard. Especially tonight. Y’know. Y’know why I don’t wanna let her just, go, like this? Get off free? Because there ain’t nothin’ I can do otherwise! I went to see her, six moons ago. I’m sure y’all remember that on account o’ it not bein’ so pretty. You had her in a lil’ hut. Alone. It smelled like piss an’ her clothes were in tatters and I felt the bile rise in my throat, an’ even as angry as I was I remember myself askin’ but ain’t no-one takin’ care of her? And y’know, I knew the answer to that. Of course not. Because who would ever take care of a monster like her. And I didn’t feel better, about that. I thought I should have, but I didn’t. I didn’t feel sad, either, and maybe that woulda been appropriate too. No. Y’know what I felt? I felt even more pissed that--that. That y’all didn’t take accountability. Because you know what? You’re the monsters that made her. Gods, fuck. Why am I even here? Where--y’know. Like I was sayin’. She didn’t even know me from none of you. Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes, and just thought. They’re gone? There’s nothing there. They’ve checked out, given up, long ago. She spent the whole time babblin’ about Rhun. Of course she’d talk about Rhun. She must have been so proud of him, for makin’ it so far-- you’re doin’ great, brother! Really! Thank you so much for inviting me! -- and y’know what? I came there. I came there, to tell her I fucking hated her. I wanted to tell her how those words sunk into my skull and wrapped around the folds in my brain and how I can’t think of myself as Gray I can only think of myself as The Bastard, and that was her fault. That was her fault. I remembered the time, she told me that I was sick. And she was sick, too. That we were all sick. And I wanted to blame her, for that. I wanted to tell her, I’m poison. I’m poison, you know that? I’m fuckin’ rot, and you put it inside me. You put it inside me an’ I give it to everyone I know. And I couldn’t. I couldn’t, because she wasn’t fucking there. Then she looked at me. Really, looked at me. I thought. And I was ready. I was ready. I woulda taken her wrinkled, decrepit face in my hand and squeezed while I told her. That I hope the rest of her life is a wakin’ nightmare, and that I hoped that without me to blame, she’d realize she were the problem. Always the problem. I was gonna ask her, why she ain’t never loved me. Why she ain’t never cared. Why she’d teach me songs, if she’d only tell me I’d never play them right. Why she’d feed me, if she’d blame me for never having enough. Why she’d raise me, only to remind me, every godsdamned moment. that i was never gonna be enough for her. I was gonna scream. I was gonna rant. I was gonna make her feel every onze of hate she ever gave me tenfold. ...And then it all just. Went away. When she looked at me, she asked me.

Where am I? And then she started to cry. She started to sob. Hysterically, like she ain’t understand none of this and let’s be fair, she didn’t. This wasn’t her home. This wasn’t her young child, Rhun, even if she kept insistin’ I was such. And it was all just. Gone. There was her guitar, in the corner. In a heap of garbage. Out of tune, but whatever. I started t’play. We’re in your tent, I told her. We’re in your tent. And tomorrow, Rhun’s gonna challenge the nunh. Ain’t that swell? He’s gonna give you a better life. The respect you deserve. Ain’t nobody gonna mistreat the mother of the Nunh. There’s a warm fire in the center. The flaps are open to ventilate. I saw her think about it. I saw her smile. Just a bit. I’d never seen her smile before. She asked me where Rha was. I’m right here, I wanted to say. I’m right here, an’ I’ve been here all along, I wanted to. Cry. I wanted to ask her why she’d never seen me, why she’d never see me, why I was just the bastard and not her son. But instead I said, he’s out playin’, with his friends. That’s good, she said. That’s good. She wished he’d come in. He was too content to waste his life away, he should have been learning to hunt already. But if that’s how he was going to have it. I told her, he’ll be back in time for the fight. Y’all are gonna have your favorite meal. This is gonna be a night y’all won’t ever, ever, forget. She asked me if the night were gonna be pretty. If we’d see the stars in the clearin’. Reckon we will, Ma. I still don’t think she knew where she was. I think she was lost. She looked me over one last time, an’ she said, get out. You can stop that racket. My son plays it much better, and he’ll be home soon. I cried. I didn’t know what else to do, but cry. I curled up at her feet and sobbed, while her gaze grew distant and she took to starin’ at the wall, lost in the memory I’d helped put together. And now here I am, again. And I can’t help but thinkin’. When she asked, where she was? I just keep thinkin’ about it and. Maybe she was always lost. It couldn’t have been easy, shoulderin’ the blame of a kid outside the nunh. Not receiving support. From any of you. In raising me. And y’know. I’m lost, too. I don’t know where to go. I don’t know what to do. It’s not like any of you ever gave me direction. Why would you? A runt and a bastard, I’d never amount to anything. But even me bein’ born? That was ma lookin’ for somethin’, searchin’ for somethin’ outside of this. That I don’t think she ever found. And y’know. ...Fuck you all. For what you did to her. Because this ain’t about my mom. Not really. It’s about the people who made her the way she was. Because this is on all of you. You’re all responsible. Not just responsible. Culpable. The blame, for people like my mother. Lies on y’all. She didn’t know what to do, she had nothin’, an’ y’all took even that. You left her. IN a fucking room. And y’know. I bet--I bet. Y’all called me here, to hear this. You wanted me. To talk about how awful, she was. How shitty, she was. And y’know what that was my plan too but suddenly I don’t want to. I wanna say how shitty all of you are. And I wanna ask. Where am I? Where was I ever? I don’t know, what I want. I don’t know, where I’m going. I’ve been chasing something all my life. I’ve been trying to fill up holes y’all left in me. Tryin’ to curse the poison, you all. Put in me. So I’ll spread the fuckin’ ashes, myself. And I’ll tell her, I forgive you. And I’m gonna look y’all in the eye.

Each. And every one of you. In the eye. And I wanna ask.

Why didn’t you see me?”

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

#FFxivWrite2019 #Professor Gray #dreams of a sleeping lion #yes i know it's called a eulogy #but elegies are songs for the dead #and music is a big deal for gray #and very pertinent RE: his mother

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petrichoravellichor · 5 years

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The Long Haul

^Gorgeous art is a commission from the talented @holydean.

(Written mid-Season 14; canon divergent in that Michael and the Empty are both no longer threats.)

Rating: M

Tags: Destiel, denial of feelings, angst with a happy ending, first kiss

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Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this exhausted. What had initially seemed like a routine salt-and-burn just south of Wichita had quickly devolved into a case involving a set of cursed sex toys and no less than five very pissed off ghosts who’d apparently never quite gotten over their commune catching fire during an orgy back in the ’70s. He and Cas had managed it, but only barely.

As soon as the final spirit vanished with a burst of flame and several outdated--and, Dean couldn’t help but feel, pretty damn hypocritical, all things considered--slurs, Dean slumped against the nearest tree, closing his eyes and wincing slightly at what felt like at least one bruised rib.

So much for hippies being all about peace and love and all that crap...

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than Dean felt a familiar, feather-light touch against his temple. The pain in his abdomen faded, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation, and Dean opened his eyes just in time to see Cas’s gaze return from burning ice to its normal shade of blue.

“Are you all right?” Cas asked quietly, withdrawing his hand, and Dean nodded.

“Yeah, ’m good, thanks. Man, talk about one for the books. Can’t wait to fill Sammy in on what he and Jack missed.”

Cas quirked a small smile. “Yes, I’m sure Sam will deeply regret not having been here for--what was the term you used? Oh, right: this ‘literal clusterfuck of a case.’ As for Jack, I’ll admit to more than a little relief that we don’t have to explain the particulars of, ah, group love. Truth be told,” admitted Cas with a thoughtful tilt of his head, “I’m not sure I fully understand all of the mechanics myself.”

Dean smirked. “Yeah, well, don’t worry, buddy; it ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Three can be fun, but any more than that’s just too much damn work.”

That earned him a shocked stare that quickly softened into one of amusement when Cas caught the glint in Dean’s eyes. “You’re joking.”

Dean chuckled, pushing off the tree and clapping Cas on the shoulder as he brushed past. “Not about three bein' fun, but yeah, never done anything beyond that. So, you ready to head back? Should be able to make it home before dawn if we get goin’ now.”

“Dean, you’re exhausted. We should go back to the motel and leave in the morning, after you’ve rested.”

“Nah, place had crappy beds, and I miss my damn memory foam. Besides,” he added with a shrug as they approached Baby, “ain’t like I’ve never driven tired before.”

It was true. From the time he’d first learned to drive--which had admittedly been well before he was legally old enough to drive--Dean had grown accustomed to long hauls on the open road. Often it had been because his dad had been hurt after a hunt gone awry; on other, rarer occasions such as his parents’ wedding anniversary, it was because John was drunk, and Dean sure as hell wasn’t going to let him drive with Sam in the car. Even in later years, when it had just been the two brothers, Dean had continued his habit of refusing Sam’s offers to drive when they were both obviously tired, usually by bitching about his younger brother’s probable choice of music until Sam would roll his eyes and shuffle toward the passenger side in defeat. Secretly, Dean didn’t give a damn what Sam played on the radio, but he always smiled when Sam, almost inevitably, ended up snoring softly against the passenger door. Some things, Dean knew, you just endured for the sake of the people you cared about.

Dean was reaching for the driver-side door when his fingers were abruptly blocked by Cas’s hand covering the handle. Letting out a huff of annoyance, he turned to ask Cas what the hell only to find a look of equal if not greater stubbornness on the angel’s face. “And it isn’t like I’m not an angel of the Lord who doesn’t need to rest. You haven’t slept properly in days, and that fight took more out of you than you’re willing to admit. So, either you hand me the keys, or I’ll put you to sleep and retrieve them myself.”

If it had been anyone else, Dean would have continued to argue, but as he met Cas’s determined glare, he felt a long-familiar flush that he knew had nothing to do with anger creeping up the back of his neck.

Son of a bitch, not again...

“Fine,” Dean grumbled, shoving the keys into Cas’s free hand before the angel could discern things in his expression that Dean would strongly prefer to leave unsaid. He stalked around to the passenger side, mentally kicking himself with words like Cas and off limits and freaking angel, for fuck’s sake. Dean had long since come to accept, albeit grudgingly, that he might not be as straight as he’d once thought, but that didn’t mean he was going to let himself go full-metal gay for his best friend just because the way Cas looked at him made him feel things sometimes. If there was one thing Dean was good at besides killing monsters, it was burying shit he’d rather not deal with.

They drove in silence, the late hour meaning that they had the road largely to themselves. Dean was determined to stay awake, but it turned out that pure spite wasn’t quite the energizer he remembered it to be, and he ended up drifting into an uneasy sleep about thirty minutes into the drive.

He dreamed that he was underwater, flailing and gasping for breath. Fighting panic, he made a frantic swim for the surface only to find that it was a solid, translucent wall he was powerless to break through.

No...God, no, please, not again...

He hadn’t been strong enough. Michael had won. And just like that, Dean knew that he was looking out through his body’s eyes and that those were his hands wrapped around Cas’s neck in the bunker kitchen, Sam and Jack’s crumpled bodies lying on the floor nearby. All around Dean, a horrible, smug voice echoed through the depths...

Because I can, Dean. Because I can.

Dean screamed. He beat his fists against the barrier until blood filled the water and stung his eyes, but it didn’t matter, nothing mattered, he couldn’t do a damn thing to put the light back in Cas’s eyes, couldn’t even catch the angel’s body as it too was tossed aside. He was helpless, he was useless, and this was all his fault, it was all his fault, it was--

“Dean!"

--all his--

“Dean!”

--fault...

“Dean, wake up!”

Dean opened his eyes with a gasp, jolting violently against an unyielding solid, and oh god, it hadn’t been a dream, he really was trapped, he--

“Dean.” Strong arms wrapped around him, gripping him tightly, and Dean heard the click of his seatbelt being released before he was pulled forward into a protective embrace. “Dean, it’s all right, you’re all right.”

“...Cas?”

“I’m here.”

“Michael, he--”

“Michael is gone. We beat him. You’re safe.”

So are you.

Dean closed his eyes, let his head fall forward onto Cas’s shoulder, personal space be damned. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice weak and muffled against the rough fabric of Cas’s trenchcoat. “Fuck, goddamn it...”

They stayed like that, Cas’s hands moving in soothing circles against Dean’s back as Dean worked to regain control of his breathing. Dimly, he realized that Cas must have pulled over before managing to wake him: as he gazed sideways out the windshield, he saw wild grass illuminated by the headlights Cas hadn’t bothered to turn off. Part of Dean knew that he should pull back, that in his current position and state of mind he was liable to say something he’d immediately regret, but before he could muster up the energy to move, he was stilled by the soft sound of Cas’s voice:

“All the pain you’ve endured throughout your life...I wish that I could take it away.”

Dean felt a lump forming in his throat. “Yeah, well,” he managed to say, “’s’not like me cryin’ ’bout it’s gonna do any good. I can deal with it, ’s what I do.”

“I know.” Dean could hear the slow smile in Cas’s voice, even if he couldn’t see it. “You are the strongest being I have ever known, and in spite of everything you’ve gone through--”

“I’m a fucking mess, Cas.”

“--in spite of everything you’ve gone through, you are brave, and you are thoughtful, and you are kind.” There was a pause, and Dean felt the rough tickle of Cas’s stubble as the angel turned to brush his lips against the base of Dean’s neck. “You are good, Dean Winchester, whether or not you let yourself believe it.” Another pause; when Cas spoke again, his voice was barely louder than a whisper: “And if you cannot love yourself, then I will love you enough for the both of us.”

Dean stiffened in surprise, his breath catching in a way that should have been painful, except...no. No, he must have misunderstood, because there was no way, it just wasn’t possible...

“I love you, Dean.”

...unless...

Dean pulled back abruptly, just far enough to see Cas’s face. The way Cas was looking at him...God, it shouldn’t have been possible, Dean never thought it could ever be fucking possible, and yet...

...it was.

I’m done burying this.

Before he could lose his nerve, Dean leaned forward into Cas and kissed him. Cas made a deep, needy sound in the back of his throat and pulled Dean flush against his chest, returning the kiss an intensity that burned away any trace of doubt still lingering in Dean’s mind. He wrapped one arm around Cas’s torso and brought his other hand up to tangle in the angel’s hair, gripping Cas just as tightly as Cas was gripping him and knowing in the most profound depths of his soul that this was good, this was right.

He'd finally gotten something right.

#dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #supernatural #the long haul #spn #fanfiction #angst #angst with a happy ending #happy birthday rauko!#my writing

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damagecompiilation-a · 4 years

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Go to this candle site, put in your character’s birthday, and tell their scent and basic description!

July 24th - The Day of the Fluttering Bird

The children of July 24 always abuzz with excitement, trembling with an infectious energy.

Warm bottom notes of rosemary and musk, soothing middle notes of chamomile and shea, and a captivating fruity top note of grapefruit and lemon leaves. An enchanting and calming fragrance perfect for the self-assured, entertaining, powerful souls born on July 24.

Tagged by: @hiraethtaken

Tagging: @starcourted @zoomrtm @neonataled

#/i can def see this #;out of worlds #;people with happy faces like those are always the ones that end up bein' monsters. (character study - zack)

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happykills · 4 years

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PSA that Zack can endure a lot. Examples being how he survived very high jolts of electricity for a fucking WHILE, gunshot wounds and slicing open his own stomach all in one day -- and while Rachel did stitch him up and probs would’ve died without her -- he still endured. And despite his skinny appearance, he’s also incredibly strong. This has been a PSA.

#;out of smiles #tw violence mention #tw self harm mention #;PEOPLE WITH HAPPY FACES LIKE THOSE ARE ALWAYS THE ONES THAT END UP BEIN' MONSTERS. (musings)

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crusnikroxas · 6 years

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Restraint (18+)

**Author Note**

Underfell Sans x Reader

Word count: 3993

So this is for the lovely @malenchka! Who thought some angsty/fluffy/smut would be fun. Which it is (at least, I think so).

ALSO MASSIVE SIZE DIFFERENCE. *wink wonk*

**End Note**

You sighed, allowing your head to hit the surface of the steering wheel with a dull thump as you stared up at the house.

You were late. Really late.

Of course, you hadn’t intended to be – far from it. But just as you were ending your shift at the usual time, a massive party of 12 had rolled in, demanding to be served; and your boss couldn’t possibly turn away the business. She’d been going through a really tough time recently – her young son was just coming out of hospital, and she’d been saddled with the bills; she didn’t have a choice in the matter. And you, being the sap that you were, couldn’t bring yourself to just leave her to deal with all that work – no, you stayed, and you were happy that you did.

But you knew that Sans wouldn’t be.

You grumbled, thumping your head again. Your relationship with the skeleton monster was still in the early stages, but you had to admit you’d moved a little faster than you usually would, considering you were already living with the guy. But you were happy – and you loved him, even though you hadn’t dared to admit that to him as of yet. You were still a little…intimidated. He was, like other monsters, pretty freakin’ huge – not just tall, but wide as well. Which was great, you know, if you wanted a hug. But when the guy got angry, you could see why other people got freaked out.

But you knew that deep down he was just an edgy marshmallow.

No, you were more intimidated by his flighty nature, more than anything else – it had taken him a long time to actually admit that he had feelings for you, after all; before that point, you’d actually assumed that he’d hated you (what an emotional roller-coaster that was, considering your more than obvious attempts at seducing him at the time). And you worried that, if you did gather up the gall to tell him that you loved him, he’d simply run away – he was a complicated guy, and just as emotionally constipated as his brother at times.

You sighed, looking over to the passenger seat which held the massive bag of Fellby’s that you’d picked up on the way home – you sincerely hoped that that, and the industrial sized bottle of mustard you’d also picked up, would be enough to suffice as an apology.

It was one of the things he was a stickler for – always freaked out if you were late to something, or if your routine changed just a touch, and you could understand why, even if it was annoying at times. Life in the Underground had been tough for all the monsters, some more than others; and as such, Sans had a few….trust issues. But you were working on it, and he was trying.

Gathering your courage, you grabbed the straining bag of food, stepping out of the car and power-walked up to the house, not wanting to waste yet more time.

Stepping into the house instantly set your nerves on edge; it was pitch black, save for the singular lamp that happened to still be on your coffee table. Gulping, you walked in, quietly closing the door behind you – perhaps he’d gone to bed?

Though you knew in your gut that was a pretty stupid assumption to make.

Letting out an anxious puff of air, you set the bag down on the coffee table, straining your eyes as you looked around you.

“….Sans? I’m….I’m home. I’m really sorry, I-”

You suddenly shriek as the main light turns on, revealing Sans lounging on the couch near-by, his eye-lights angry embers as he glared in your direction, baring his teeth. It was times like this that it struck you how big the guy was – you only just made it up to his vague stomach area, for heaven’s sake. And at the moment, he was taking full advantage of that size as he stretched across the couch, digging his clawed phalanges into your precious couch cushions.

All in all, he was like most monsters in regards to his fashion sense – he favoured wearing black and red, and nothing could be done to persuade him otherwise. He more or less lived in his usual clothing; not that you minded too much, as frankly, he looked damn good in it. He wore a thick-knit read sweater and black jacket, which had a heavy amount of faux fur on the collar (you’d once compared him to a startled cat because of it, which he took instant offence to). On the bottom half, he wore a long pair of basketball shorts (and you weren’t kidding when you said they were long – you once wore them as a dress amuse him; he’d laughed for hours), and a pair of worn to death red and black sneakers, which he refused to get rid of (apparently they were lucky). But what always caught your attention was his spiked, black leather collar and chain; he’d never quite explained why he wore it, but you couldn’t help the tightening in your loins whenever you happened to look at it a touch too long.

However, at this moment you instantly felt irked under his accusing stare – you’d stopped being intimidated by his size a long time ago. Besides, he was a midget compared to his brother.

“What? Were you just going to sit there in the darkness and stare at me?”

He growled, sitting up a little more as he glared at you.

“yer’ late.”

“Yeah. That was why I was apolo-”

“why are ya late?”

“….I was working. We had a huge party of people who suddenly-”

“ya got proof of that, doll?”

You scowled at his condescending tone.

“Yeah. You can ask my fucking boss if you don’t believe me – but honestly? I thought that you’d have some faith in me by now.”

He scoffed, pulling himself up to standing and lumbering over to look down at you while you held your ground, still glaring up at him.

“i don’t think ya quite get it, sweetheart.”

“No, I get it completely – you’re being a paranoid arsehole, and I’ve got to admit, I’m pretty sick of it.”

“….then why don’t ya jus’ leave.”

Now it was your turn to scoff – you’d seen this behaviour from him before, and you certainly weren’t buying it.

“You already know that I don’t want to.”

“do i?”

You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer to his gargantuan form to jab him hard in the stomach.

“Yes, you do. Why else are we standing here talking if I didn’t want to stay? Why would I have bothered to come home at all, hmm? I mean, hell, I even bought you Fellby’s. And a fuck ton of mustard. You’re welcome, by the way.”

He growled under his breath, leaning down a little more to your level.

“imma monster, sweetheart-”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

His mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile at your sass, but he was still too angry to cave quite yet.

“tha point is, why woulda wanna stay with a monster when ya could be off being normal with some other human, right?”

“I don’t want to be normal.”

He grumbled again, but froze up when you reached up and grabbed him hard by the collar, tugging him closer.

“….if being normal means I don’t get to be with you, I don’t ever want to be normal. You big idiot, when are you going to get that? For fuck sake, I lo-”

You cut yourself off, luckily. Could have made a bad situation a lot worse there, phew.

But he didn’t seem satisfied but that, narrowing his sockets as he suddenly picked you up by the thighs, standing up as he stared you hard in the face.

“...what were ya gonna say, kitten?”

“….not the point. The point is, you’re being a big paranoid dumb-ass, and there’s no point. Look, you know my boss is going through a tough time, and she couldn’t just turn them down-”

Sans groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, effectively silencing you.

“m’sorry. i know, i’m being stupid. you didn’t deserve me bein’ like that. but i jus’ -”

“I know. But I’m not like those other monsters and humans – I’m not here to use you. I’m here because I….I really care about you, you know? And I’m not going anywhere – even if you do look like an oversized Halloween decoration who shops at Hot Topic.”

He paused, before letting out a deep laugh that reverberated up through your thighs, finally allowing his face to fall into that smile that you’d fallen in love with.

“heh. sweetheart, i’ve got far more style than that.”

You instantly purred, leaning up to gently kiss the corner of his mouth.

“You certainly do. Now, are you going to stop being silly and eat some Fellby’s with me?”

He gulped, instantly freezing up at your contact – it was another problem you’d encountered with him. He was constantly terrified that he was going to break you; it’d taken him a good month to even hug you. And due to that, your sex life with him, well….hadn’t happened. The closest you’d come to kissing him was your little kisses to the corners of his mouth.

“Hey, look at me.”

He does, his flaming eye-lights boring into you with rapt attention, his claws digging sweetly into your thighs.

“You’re not going to break me. Look, you’re holding me up at the moment without crushing me, right? I’m fine, Sans – more than fine, in fact...”

You lean up once more, kissing a little more deliberately, allowing your tongue to come out just a touch to gently trace the edge of his mouth; he shuddered, his groan igniting a fire deep within you.

“k-kitten, ya d-don’t know what yer’ doin’-”

“Oh, but I do. Sans….please.”

He looked into your face, processing your begging expression, and gulping, his face instantly flaring up with a fiery blush.

“s-sweetheart...”

With a desperate groan, his mouth finally descends down upon yours, his claws palming your thighs as you sighed happily in return, reaching up to gently trace along his neck as he kissed you.

And you were shocked by gentle he was being, considering his incredibly sharp teeth – in fact, thinking about it, that was probably why he was being gentle. All the same, it made you shudder; he was being so slow, so gentle, so sweet….it made you squirm in place as he kissed you, as you ached to be closer – until you felt him start to draw away.

You couldn’t have that.

You deliberate licked him, long and hard; you felt his hands instantly still, going rigid. You smirked, repeating your lick; but you didn’t expect for him to lick back. Before you knew it, his tongue was wrapping around yours as he let out an animalistic groan, deepening the kiss as he explored your mouth. Your body reflexively arched at the sensations as you let out a quiet moan, spurning him on as he hesitantly nibbled on your bottom lip; you groaned, digging your fingernails into the surface of his neck, making him shudder and groan back, his kisses becoming more desperate as he allowed himself to finally succumb to his needs.

You’re not sure who broke the kiss, but eventually you found yourself panting, staring up at him as he stared down at you, his eye-lights burning as his chest heaved with clear restraint.

“fuck….kitten, y-ya so...”

“Perfect? Awesome in every way?”

He snorted, his grin widening.

“heh. nah, that kinda pales in comparison to ya – words can’t describe whatcha do to me.”

You blush – it wasn’t often that he’d have the confidence to break out the mushy lines, and you certainly didn’t complain when he did; they made your soul soar.

“Well, I-I….I’d like to….find out what I do to you. If you know what I mean.”

His smile fades as he stares down at you, his eye-lights smouldering.

“sweetheart, ya don’t know whatcha askin’.”

“Believe me, I do.”

“no, ya really don’t. doll, listen….i’m pretty….rough. and i don’t wanna-”

You growled, tugging hard on his collar as you glared up at him.

“I like it rough.”

He growled back at you, his expression desperate – but you knew you had to push harder.

“Sans. I want you to fuck me – and I want you to do it rough. Fuck, ever since I saw this stupid thing-”

You tugged his collar hard again for emphasis, drawing a gasp from him.

“-it’s all I’ve wanted. Please. I want you. I want you so bad-”

He groaned, his claws travelling up to your ass as he descended on your neck, kissing and nibbling, teeth scraping against your skin; you knew that he was testing your limits – you tugged on his collar harshly, body arching as you revelled in the attention.

“Harder.”

He moaned, biting into the flesh of your shoulder, leaving you gasping, clawing at his chest desperately at the sensation of pain and pleasure mixing together oh so sweetly. You sighed in ecstasy as he withdrew, watching your expressions hungrily, drinking in every last drop of your lust for him.

“...ya good?”

“More than.”

“….ya wanna continue this?”

You simply groaned, tugging hard at his collar in need, fingers scraping against the surface of his neck; he shuddered, receiving your answer loud and clear. Before you were even aware of what was happening, he’d teleported the two of you to your bedroom, and promptly ripped the clothes you were wearing off your body, throwing the rags over his shoulder as he looked down at you, burning eye-lights travelling every inch of your skin, leaving you to squirm under his gaze.

“….yer fuckin’ perfect.”

You blushed, starting to look away before your face is turned hard back to him, his gaze burning you with its intensity.

“no. ya only gonna look at me tonight, and me alone.”

You gulped, nodding your head as your body twitched, your wetness beginning to trickle down your thighs at his sudden dominance. He purred, smile stretching as he brought your body up to his, tongue tracing the bite mark he’d left earlier, making you shudder delicately in response.

“….everyone’s gonna see this, and know ya mine.”

You sighed needily, clutching at his shoulder as the rest of your body squirmed, desperate for contact.

“don’t worry kitten, i gotcha – you’ll get whatcha want.”

You groaned in impatience, twitching as he licked at your wound again, purring in the back of his throat.

“jus’ one thing, doll – i wanna know what ya were gonna say.”

You froze at that, kicking yourself for forgetting your slip-up; you knew Sans, knew that he didn’t forget details like that.

“...I don’t know what you mean.”

He chuckled low against the surface of your neck, exhale tickling across your skin.

“sure ya do. ‘sides, think i know what ya were gonna say.”

“….no, you don’t.”

“sure i do. ‘cause i was gonna say it first.”

You froze, eyes going wide as he withdrew from your neck, fixing you in place with his intense stare.

“….sweetheart, i know that i’m an ass sometimes, but….i love ya. i love ya more that i thought i’d be capable of lovin’ anyone. m’sorry i’m such a shit when it comes ta stuff, but i….i jus’ don’t wanna lose ya.”

“….I get that. But I….I need my freedom, y’know?”

“’course ya do, and i’d never give ya anythin’ less. sweetheart, i love ya so much. is...is that whatcha wanted to say?”

You gulped, biting your lip as you stared up at him.

“...yeah. That’s what I-”

You’re cut off by his happy whoop as he swooped back down on your lips, leaving you to giggle in response.

“fuck, i’m so fucking lucky to have you-”

“I love you, Sans.”

He froze, looking at you with such sudden adoration, you worried that your heart might explode; you’d never seen him act so….assured before.

“So...now that you know I love you, and I have a huge bite mark on my neck….are you going to get so worried when I run a little late?”

He growled, his grin stretching.

“sweetheart, i’m always gonna worry – big bad world out there, after all.”

“I’m big and bad myself, thank you.”

He snorted, lifting up one of your hands pointedly to emphasise how small it was in comparison to his.

“you’re ma sweet delicate kitten. i ain’t about to let cha get hurt.”

“Just because you’re big bad monster, doesn’t mean that I don’t have my own tricks up my sleeves.”

He grinned wider, teeth glinting in the muted light of the bedroom as his body loomed over yours.

“oh yeah? how d’you mean, doll?”

You grinned back, happy he’d given you the answer that you wanted – as you reached up, yanking his head down by the collar while simultaneously lifting up the rest of your body to quickly wrap your legs around him, grinding your body against his as you practically purred against his teeth.

“...you forget, even kittens have claws, Sans.”

He growled, deep and low, his grin growing dangerous as his eye-lights seemed to flare.

“well, how mean i’ve been neglecting ya like i have. ya sure showed me.”

His hands quickly grabbed your hips, forcing your body back down to the bed with ease as he licked his teeth, leering down at you; before heading straight back to your neck and biting down without warning over his original wound. You mouth opens in a silent scream as your body attempts to arch and squirm; but he holds you tight, claws digging into your skin as he chuckles, licking lazily at the bite as you shudder, gnawing your lip as you restrained yourself from begging for more. And it seemed he knew of your wishes as he gently traced his teeth down your body, lapping with that same almost lazy speed at your nipples – but there was nothing lazy about the harshness of his claws as he pinned you to the bed. You groaned as he steadily worked his way down your stomach, seemingly intent on tasting every inch of your skin, all while he stared up at you intensely, watching every reaction his ministrations had on you.

Suddenly, his lazy attitude went out the window as he all but yanked you legs apart, his tongue spreading the lips of your pussy apart with ease as he tasted you.

“Oh fuuuck….Sans...”

He smirked, switching back to his exaggerated slowness as he ate you out, seeming to revel in the way you squirmed and whined, your orgasm building inside you as if your insides had been replaced with embers.

“Sans...please...”

He chuckled, the sound reverberating against your pussy, making you let out yet another groan. But he didn’t make you beg any more – for in the next moment, your eyes shot wide open as his tongue started to worm it’s way inside you.

“Oh...oh fuuck!...”

And as simple as that, you came undone; he’d been teasing you for so long, you’d been wound so tight, and just the feeling of him filling you up…

“good girl. fuck sweetheart, yer’ so tight – heh, ready for the main course?”

He receives a wanton moan as a reply, his grin stretching wider as he started to pull off his clothes while you watched him hazily on the bed, your legs still twitching with the force of your previous orgasm.

But you couldn’t help your eyes widening at the size of him – if you’d thought his tongue was big….

“don’t cha worry, kitten. i’m gonna make ya feel so good.”

He leant down, gently kissing the side of your neck as he brushed your hair out of your face, burning eye-lights gazing down at you with such affection you felt yourself flushing almost instantly.

“...I know you will.”

He smirks, dipping his head and kissing you deeply – ensuring that you were completely relaxed and wanting as he lined himself up with your entrance; before gently starting to slide in.

You gasped, eyes wide as you felt yourself being filled far more that you’d ever experienced while he shushed you gently, kissing your neck so softly you shivered.

“yer’ doin’ so well, sweetheart….fuuuck, yer’ takin’ me so well...”

You moaned, your hips bucking in reflex to his words; which only shoved him in deeper. You both groaned at that; and before you could begin to recover, Sans grasped your hips and promptly hilted hard, grunting in ecstasy as he did so. But the expected pain never came – instead you were filled with such an insane amount of pleasure it brought a sob to your lips; you were so full, you were so full…

“shh, kitten, shh. yer’ so perfect, feel so good...”

You simply bucked your hips again, mewling in desperation.

“Please, please move, god, please, fuck me Sans!”

He snarled, his teeth bared as his claws dug into your hips, drawing himself almost out – before slamming back in hard. Doing it again. Then he was ramming into you with abandon, his eye-lights burning as he huffed, his gaze demanding that you only look at him.

Your hands clawed desperately against his ribs as he rutted into you, legs twitching as you felt that all too familiar coil begin to tighten inside you – which he seemed to notice as well.

“yer’...not allowed to cum…until i say, sweetheart.”

You whined, squirming your body against his in desperation, drawing a hiss from him as he fucked you ruthlessly – he growled at you for your lack of control.

“you want me ta stop?”

“No! No, please!”

“then ya gotta….fuckin’ wait.”

You bit your lip, brow furrowing as you desperately concentrated, which seemed to please him as he smirked down at you, ducking his head to lick at your wounds as he angled your hips upward – making you almost scream at how intense the new angle was.

“almost kitten…..almost...”

He grunted, his thrusts growing impossibly faster than before as dug his claws harshly into your hips, pulling your body hard down on his cock; your vision started to blur as you mewled, fighting your body’s urges as much as you were able – but you knew that he could feel you getting tighter around him as your muscles threatened to spasm.

“….cum for me, sweetheart.”

You screamed as your body exploded around you in the harshest pleasure you’d ever known, Sans swearing loudly above as he came at the same time, hot ropes of cum filling you to the point of spilling out around him as he spasmed inside you, hips jerking against your own to the point you knew you were going to have bruises to match your claw marks.

You both gasped for breath for a long time, locked together as you came off from your highs.

“….gods, yer’ so fuckin’ perfect.”

You giggled, still a little dazed as you looked into his eye-lights.

“See? Told you I like it rough.”

He snorted, kissing the top of your head as his body shook with laughter.

“...i love ya so much, sweetheart.”

You smiled warmly, before shuddering a little as he slowly pulled himself out of you, your body feeling horrifically empty in his absence.

“...heh, whoops. looks like we might need ta invest in new sheets.”

You groaned, mock glaring up at him.

“If I wasn’t so weak right now, I’d totally slap you.”

“nah, ya wouldn’t. know why?”

“...why?”

He chuckled, before carefully scooping you up and holding you to his chest, softly making his way out of the bedroom.

“’cause i’m tha guy that’s gonna run ya a bath, and feed ya fellby’s before tucking ya up in fresh sheets and sleepin’ with ya for tha week.”

“….I love you.”

He sniggered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he kicked open the door to the bathroom.

“love ya too, kitten.”

#underfell sans x reader #angst #fluff #reader insert #malenchka #uh #yeah #hope that I did the big guy justice >.>#some 'fun' times ahead #smut

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killian-whump · 6 years

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OUAT 2x05: Rewatch Blog

Heeeeeeeey, everybody! Welcome to my liveblog of episode 2x05 of Once Upon a Time - “The Doctor”! This one’s about Dr. Whale aka Dr. Frankenstein. Or... something like that. I think that’s what it’s about. To be honest, I just call this one “the one where he’s tied to a tree” because I’m... me.

Anyway! Let’s get things underway, shall we?

Oh, look. A complete and utter massacre. That’s a lot of dead people.

Aaaaaaand here’s Blacksmith Hook :D Gosh, have I mentioned yet today how much I love it when Colin’s voice is all broken and trembly? ‘Cos I really, really, really love that.

Okay. I have some serious-ass questions about this decor right here. Number one: Did they NAIL those gourds to the front of the fence posts there? And, even more importantly...

In other news, that was a wonderful suckerpunch and David should be proud.

“Regina! Are you here to see me?” Umm. Does Archie get a lot of people knocking on his door to... like... NOT see him?

What’s up with all this testosterone all of a sudden? Geez. *sees Regina’s expression* SAME, GIRL. Same.

OH MY GOD, her sweet and innocent, “There, I did it!” T_T

Gosh, she’s so pretty, and this is one of my favorite outfits of hers.

“What’s holding you back?” I dunno, bro, seems like she straight up told you she didn’t want to kill the dang unicorn.

Hallucinating isn’t really a great sign, I’m just saying.

Hey, look! It’s David’s truck. Did you know his truck has a cameo in The Words music video by Christina Perri? It does! :)

OH MY GOD, HENRY IS SO SMOL. Sorry, I just joined the rewatch last episode, so this is the first time I’ve seen him this smol in awhile. Gosh.

Dave, pal, you’re a total buzzkill kinda. Let the kid ride the horse T_T

GRAND THEFT DEAD BOYFRIEND

You know what would really help this episode? Bucky Barnes.

I mean Jefferson. Yes. Jefferson.

These guys are such terrible actors. The characters, I mean.

I don’t know why, but Rumple’s “Nnnnn- Yes.” makes me laugh.

...but not as hard as Jefferson’s 1000x extra “pardon me” does. Honestly, one of the funniest moments in the whole dang show.

Aw, my baby <3 The angst is totally fake, but I don’t even care. Look how traumatized he is, and Colin’s doing the shaky voice thing again and... and...

*happy sigh* True Love’s knife to the throat! <3

Oh, you need a heart? Buddy, why didn’t you SAY so?? We got all kinds of hearts on this show. Big hearts, little hearts, red hearts, black hearts - ALL kinds of hearts for sale!

Always a bad sign when you find someone’s arm well before you find the rest of them.

“He’s a monster!” Okay, but just as long as he’s not a zombie.

“Whose hearts are these?” HAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAHA HIS FACE

I really wish Jefferson had stuck around on the show for longer.

Hospital scene! But it’s only Whale :/

Hahaha, David. “You have hearts here?!” Sweet, summer child. Of course she has hearts here. She has hearts everywhere else, why wouldn’t she have some here?

It’s a good thing I’m never around horses in real life, because I’ve seen so many scenes on television and in movies where they get frightened and it means there’s a ghost/werewolf/vampire/zombie around, like, I don’t think I could ever see a horse in real life act even the slightest bit anxious without immediately thinking, “WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIIIIIIIIE”

But, you know, I’m sure it means nothing here. Definitely not a zombie.

Oh, great. ALL the horses are scared. WE’RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIE D:

...or get clobbered by a horse. I mean, that’s better than a zom-

ZOMBIE!!! IT’S A FUCKING ZOMBIE!!! \o/ RUN FOR YOUR LIVES

In other news, I’ve just found Regina’s stolen dead boyfriend.

IT’S THE ONE WHERE HE’S TIED TO A TREE, GUYS.

And the son-of-a-bitch is so fucking happy about it, too <3

You know, I don’t see any reason why they couldn’t have done the entire next 6 seasons’ worth of episodes with him tied to various things. Trees, beds, chairs, playground equipment, car bumpers, fences, park benches...

I should probably pitch this to one of the networks. This is gold.

Okay, serious question: Why is Henry so terrified of this dude when he literally just walked in the door? Is Henry part horse?

Ohhhhhh, Henry knows about the horse thing, too. Savvy kid. Always trust the horses, Henry. Horses know true evil. And zombies.

Mmm... David takin’ charge and loadin’ his gun and bein’ smexy.

AHHHHH, Regina’s pain hurts me T_T

Hey, Dave, don’t shove my girl, okay? I do like this scene, though. I love Charming and Regina as a kinda sorta BroTP. Aw, heck, I just like Regina’s relationships with everybody. Ah, but David having sympathy for her T_T

Wait, I thought they got trapped in the vault and had to use magic to get themselves out? I guess that was a deleted scene I forgot was deleted. Oops. It was a good scene, though.

AHHHHHHHHHHH OMG THIS IS SO SAD T_T

AHHHHHHHHHHH OMG THIS IS SO SAD T_T (the sequel)

Great acting, though. Awesome acting <3

IT’S THE ONE WHERE HE’S TIED UP WHILST HIKING, GUYS

I mean, they don’t really need to tie him to things. This is good, too.

I don’t know what it is, but crying always seems sadder somehow when someone’s doing it while driving. Is that weird?

I also like this outfit. Black leather, yes.

Lana’s acting in this episode is super great, though. And I love how she even uses her vocal intonations to indicate her level of innocence/evil. Nice.

Archie, take care of my other baby, okay? T_T

These three little shits...

“Sure you’re not. Good luck.” Hahaha :D

Don’t mind the suspicious-looking dude with one arm and a cooler covered in blood. Don’t mind the even more suspicious dude who owns the pawn shop. Don’t mind anything or anyone in this entire show, actually.

I vaguely remember being impressed with the melodrama building up to the “big reveal” on first watching, but now I’m just seeing Shirin-level heavy-handedness and I want to throw popcorn at it.

THE END ~ PEW PEW! PEW PEW PEW!!!

#kw liveblog #ouat liveblog #2x05 #ouat rewatch #watching fairytales #oc #not whxmp #kw reviews

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the-energon-hole · 6 years

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In this two-month period of the school I went down in some subjects and I feel frustrated and badly for knowing that my final average will not be the same. Could you please do a small scenario where TFP Smockscreen, Optimus Prime, Breakdown and Bulkhead are saying pretty things to the human s/o to cheer her up when they see her sad?, like she is intelligent or any of the style? Thank you.

((A/N - Uhmm, I kind of made these to long, my bad, Let me know if you want me to put them under a read more tag so I don’t clog up anyone’s dash! This was fun to write and I hope you feel better about your grades, I am extremely cynical and a college dropout and let me tell you it’s just a stupid piece of paper.

I would never want to discourage you from trying your best in school however, and I just want to tell you that you are so much more than your grades. Take it from an Advanced Placement Student who is now just a washout that school isn’t all that important.))

Optimus Prime

You were sure that no one would find you out this far away from the city, as it was kind of your secret place you liked to go to as an easy escape just sit and look up at the stars and contemplate what it was that you did wrong exactly. Your grades in school were beginning to slip a little, and your average was way down from the normal rate, which was really going to negatively affect whether or not you could graduate and get your stupid degree faster than intended. You were predicted to be some kind of prodigal genius as you were always a step ahead of everyone else around you,b tuas time went on you came to the realization that with each step up things just got more and more complicated- you were no longer a genius, but just an average student, and it felt like such a devastating blow to your already fragile ego.

You were so dang used to being the brightest and the smartest in a class of people that going to college made you feel inadequate as you found more and more people were on the same level as you were. It kind of hurt as you came to the realization that you were just a normal slightly above average teenager growing up to be just an even more average adult without any kind of special skills or talents that others already seem to have. You felt like somewhere along the way you have fallen behind, and you just don’t know how to deal with it, you never failed and you never fall behind- what the heck was this feeling?It made you feel like you were the dumbest person on the planet that all of this was able to get to you so deeply. You can’t even process your own emotions anymore for corn’s sake!

Which was why it was even more frustrating that Optimus’ arrival to your secret little oasis surprised you at all as you can see him roll up to you in vehicle mode- of course he was looking for you, it was just another thing you were too dumb to realise!

You haven’t checked into the base today with the bots, so he must have been concerned for your safety and tracked you down using your phone’s gps signal to find you so far away from civilization.

He was smart enough to do that, and you were to stupid to turn off your phone-ugh!

He expressed his concern as he transformed into his robot mode to see you just sitting in the dry desert dirt just staring up at the only now dimming sky that would soon be dotted and light up by an amazing display of naturally occurring lights known as stars and planets. You must have been out here for hours just staring at nothing as he noticed your skin was a little red from being out in the sun for too long, his concern for your well being was growing rapidly as this little outburst was so out of character for you.

You just sighed and explained that you were realizing that everyone who praised you as a kid was wrong to place such merritt in you, and that you turned out to be less than what you were expected to be worth. You turned out to be such a terrible failure that people should regret believing in you because you can’t even manage to keep your damn grades up enough to stay on the dean’s list.

You were just bitter.

You were just average.

You were just stupid.

“Why would you say such horrible things about yourself?” Optimus asked as gently as he could with his oh so attractive baritone voice “Everyone has good and bad days- sometimes those bad days can turn into bad months, even those can turn into bad years. It does not make you any less worthy of praise for your intelligence.”

He sat in the sand next to you as he lifted you up to be closer to his faceplate as he spoke directly from the spark.

“Bein average intelligence is not a bad thing, just as being more intelligent is not always a good thing. In the end, we all grow and change in mysterious ways- and we all change over the course of our lives that one day you might find you are no longer interest in one subject and are inexplicably drawn into another. It doesn’t make you any less intelligent, besides, it has come to my attention grades are not a reflection of intelligence but rather the ability to perform a multitude of assignments and works.”

He paused for a moment as he began to stroke your hair gently.

“I failed many assignments as an Archivist on Cybertron you know, but it did not reflect who I have become as a Prime and it didn’t change the fact that I could still do my job just as well as I could before the mistake. You will be ok- do your best and everything will turn out alright.”

It was comforting to know even someone like Optimus Prime could fail- maybe there was hope for you, you just had to try and focus more on your weaknesses and turn them into strengths.

Bulkhead

He peeked into your second story window from the big and secluded backyard of your house to see you still sulking quietly in your bed with all the lights turned off, you still dressed in your comfy looking pajamas that had cute characters on them, and he felt himself deflate a little as you barely spoke to him as he announced himself with a gracious hello and a fine how are you. It concerned him a lot to see how far you have fallen in just a few short days from being completely ok to being in this depressed state since you were made fun of at your job for being too incompetent for not being able to do this one task that you weren’t even trained to do. Your manager had no right to yell at you like that, especially when they didn’t even bother to teach you how to do that task after you were scolded so you would at least know next time!

This manager was just on some sick power trip if you asked him and he only got more frustrated as you told him time and again they just liked to yell at everyone who even did the slightest thing wrong, Bulkhead hated micromanagers- it was why he was A Wrecker and not a regular Autobot warrior, less pressure to perform a certain way and more smashing and hitting involved.

It was so much easier for him to just be that big force to be reckoned with on the battlefield than some finesse filled mech who had to perform a certain way. Smashing things was so much easier than dancing around an enemy.Though he knew how you took pride in your intelligence and problem solving skills, and he can see how deflated you have become having all of that questioned by some jerk who couldn’t even be bothered to teach you the correct ewy how to do something. That was the sign of a bad boss- those kinds that like to sit on their ass while the rest of you all slave away to make them a profit, he knows those types all too well from his time as a contractor on Cybertron. He never cared much for people in higher up positions, and it only frustrated him more that he can’t just smash hi way through your problems like he can his.He would gladly tear down a wall if you found it was offending you.

“Do you wanna go for a drive? I hear there is this crazy new monster movie out that guarantees at least one good scare! None of that fake jumpscare stuff either, but like, genuine fear!” He said excitedly as he was trying to offer up a little distraction to your sulky attitude “You don’t even have to get dressed or anything, no one will see you in my cabin at the drive in!”

No one liked getting dressed after spending all day- or in your case, all week in their jammies.

“Tempting Bulk, but no thanks- I’m not feeling it today.” You said as you turned over on your bed to face away from him as an indication that you were done talking for now, but he was a little too frustrated at this point to let this kind of thing go.

“Look, I know this guy at work hurt your feelings and junk, but you are like the smartest person I know! No one else can think of cool out of the box ways to solve a problem- it’s your manager’s problem that they have to work out!”Yeah, he wasn’t good with words.

You said nothing as you just wrapped yourself up in your blankets as you lay on your side hoping Bulk would just let you sulk for a little while longer, and Bulkhead felt himself go from frustrated to compassionate in 2 seconds flat. He can physically see the pain you were feeling having such a core part of your character come into question like that- to have someone rip you down thinking they know oh so much more about a subject than you do.

It hurt. A lot. He would know.

“I-I know I’m not the best at comforting you or making you feel better” He began “but I know you, and you are an amazingly smart and fun person who can make this bot’s day in ways you can’t even imagine. You are like uhhh- the sun?”He coughed and rubbed at the back of his head in an awkward fashion.You turned to look at him quizzically as you were still wrapped up in your comforting cocoon of your bedding as he seemed to be having trouble finishing his thought.

“I-I just mean that you are like warm and junk, and that seeing you sad makes me sad, so like maybe making you happy can make me happy?” He just sighed and started mumbling to himself quietly as you picked up on words like “I’m so stupid” and “The Sun? What the heck was that about?”

He was so cute and you couldn’t help but feel lifted from this little funk you were in.

“You know what bulk, I think the movie is a good idea- maybe a good spooking will cheer me up!” You said as you stood up from your bed and stretched a little as you made your way out the door to where he was now parked in the street in front of your house.

He was so bad with words, but you know what he was trying to say, you were a bright star in the sky that kept his life going and no matter what that jerk says and that you are worth so much more than the few mistakes you’ve made in the past.

Thanks Bulk, you thought as you sat in the driver’s seat watching the events in the movie closely to see if you can predict when the scary bits would start to happen so you can pretend like they didn’t surprise you at all.

Smokescreen

He didn’t really notice anything wrong with you at first, as that was just how his personality was as he can come off as seemingly uncaring as he was just a little bad at noticing subtle differences in your demeanor, but he began to catch on when you began to act unimpressed at some of his macho displays that he puts on to try and impress you. You didn’t react to it when he made a bunch of cool donuts in the loose and grainy sand, which bummed him out a little as doing things like that took him forever to master, and you also didn’t really react when he poked at you sides a little to try and get some kind of reaction from you as you were so ticklish he was sure this would work, and you didn’t react when he tried his super secret method of cuddling and hugging by just pulling you up to his chest and sitting in a quiet room somewhere to just relax and decompress from a stressful day.

It hurt him a little that he couldn’t see it earlier in you, but he would just have to sit here and think really really hard about the situation to know if maybe you in fact did tell him and he was just to insensitive to remember what it was you said.

Damn, what was it that you talked about last week-

You talked about how you were stoked to try this new soda flavor that was coming out this summer to go with the new fast food burger you liked at this one chain that was like a two hour drive away from where you lived, you talked about how your family was bumming you out a little because it was the same old same old pressures of you not being good enough and junk, you told him how you never thought your first car was going to be something as awesome as him (of course he would remember you saying something passive like that), and he remembered you saying something in frustration about being in this tiny little town in the middle of the desert that wasn’t even big enough to have a functioning shopping center.

Hmm- it would seem his inability to listen to you was starting to become a problem that he should really work on. He is starting to feel so very guilty as he realizes that needs to be a better listener to you, because you are so kind and patient to just listen to him rant and rave about all of his stuff all day long, what kind of mech doesn’t even listen to his own partner?!

C’mon, think!

Your family! He remembered!

You were really bummed out about how they just continued to verbally berate you based on your choices in study, telling you how useless and wasteful of your skills and potential it was to get an Art Degree instead of pursuing something more “meaningful” like engineering or sciences. They said something about you wasting your life and resources while frustratingly telling you that you were “so much smarter” than someone who just bangs a brush against a canvas for a menial living where you can’t even buy you a nice house or start a real family on that kind of money- harsh. You were so passionate about the art you had a hand in creating, you were so amazing at picking all kinds of colors and patterns to a simple piece of paper that he was sure it was your calling, and it was fun watching you make things come to life with your various tools. Also if you were to ask him, which no one ever does for some reason, you were like the smartest human he had ever met- you were not only very book smart but you were so very intelligent when it came to things like problem solving and emotional serenity.

Being some doctor or some engineer isn’t meant for everyone, and so what if you weren’t, it’s not the end of the world!

The fact that your family just screamed at you and called you stupid for wasting your potential, that was just cruel on their part and he can see why you were so bummed out about it.

You were so much more than whatever career you choose, and you were so much more than whatever it was that they expected of you.Some partner he is, huh? You must be so frustrated and depressed and here he was doing donuts in the sand.

“Hey.” Smokescreen said as he caught you sulking in his berth room all alone without so much as music playing in the background.

“Hey, yourself.” You snapped back as you curled deeper into your fetal position, you weren’t exactly in the mood to hear him talk at the moment- You loved Smokey but was just so… Unintentionally cruel?

“I’m sorry, I screwed up.” He said as he looked defeated as his shoulders physically slumped downwards. You looked up at him with a quizzical expression as it looked like he was trying to think of words to way.

“I know you have been feeling bad lately, and instead of trying to be a good friend and listen to you, I have just been throwing distraction after distraction in your direction and I can see how it can be a little overwhelming.” He sighed out loud “You tell me all the time how frustrating your family is and how upset they make you and I can’t even do the most basic thing and just listen so-”

He sat on the berth next to you as he gently stroked at your hair with his digits.

“I’m here now, and I promise to always be there- I will try to slow down from now on and let you catch a break with me like you are supposed to be able to. You mean the world to me and I don’t want to lose you over me being to stupid to read a situation.”

Wasn’t he supposed to be comforting you and not the other way around? He was such a goober- but you loved it.

“It’s ok, Smokey, just don’t cry on me ok.” You said as you playfully punched him on his leg.

“I’m not!”

Breakdown

It was true that Breakdown was not the smartest Cybertronian around, in fact, throughout most of his life he was just considered hired muscle and basically paid to just keep his mouth shut and so his job. It wasn’t really a bad thing to be able to support yourself just doing odd jobs that required a little extra strength to convince someone to pay up whatever debt they owe, but he has come to the conclusion that all these years of just hard labored work, well it has left him a little clueless when it came to problems of the spark. He always felt a little funny involving Knockout so much in what it was he was doing trying to impress you and make you love him, but what else can he do?

He is about as suave as a brick with the emotional capacity of a mechling.He was the kind of mech that would, as you humans like to say, hit it and quit it due to the fact that he just wasn’t good mate material- at least that is how he sees it in his own processor.

You on the other hand, despite the fact you were just a human, you were so amazingly bright and warm and comforting that he is inexplicably drawn to you and the energy you put off. You can make him laugh whenever he is feeling frustrated and you could talk him down from whatever else he was about to cross. He has been through so much in his days- including the little incident with those terrorists that snatrched him and experimented on him for those few hours. You were so polite and kind and patient, you never once judged him for his feelings and you never once have lost your temper with him.

Which was why he was so concerned with how you were behaving when you returned from your trip back to your hometown.

Your smile was a way to keep him grounded, and instead of greeting him with one, you just sulked down lower and shut yourself into your small room on The Ship.

He asked Knockout what he thought, as maybe this was just some femme thing he didn’t get, but for once in his existence his good friend had nothing to say. “I’m not an expert on humans, Breakdown, you are going to have to ask her what’s wrong yourself.” “I will frag it up though” “Probably”. Thanks Knockout, you are truly a great friend- see, this was why he needed someone like you in his life to show him that not everybot (and ever human) on this planet is just a sadistic and cruel being.

You always return to the human world on the weekdays, something about having to keep your job and to visit your friends and family, which was understandable as you were working undercover to sabotage the human race as they knew it in exchange for freedom and absolute power. You need to keep up this front in your government facility that you were who you said you were, and sure he gets a little lonely on the days you were gone, but he was so busy basking in your presents when you were here it kind of makes up for all the time you were apart.Listen to him rant, it’s not like the two of you were even together or anything- Primus, he really is as desperate as Kncout has said he was.

“So, how was your week?” He asked awkwardly as he poked his head into your unlocked room- the door was closed but unlocked, so that meant he could come in right? Maybe he should have knocked?

“S’ok, I guess.” You said as he noticed you were unpacking cloths and junk from your bag in order to make your stay on the ship more comfortable.

“Ok? Did something happen?” Was he prying? Scrap! “I mean, if you want to tell me or whatever I’m here- not that you have to or anything-”

“Oh Breakdown.” You chuckled sadly as you felt yourself becoming emotional again, this was what you were trying to avoid honestly. How weak is it to cry on a ship full of giant alien robots hell bent on destroying your planet in order to get back at their enemies that had forsaken them? It’s a rhetorical question, it looks terrible, and as sure as you were that Breakdown was a kind mech you did not want to risk it.

With your back turned to him you explained how frustrating it is to work a job that has so much red tape and so many rules and hoops to jump through that it is impossible to get anything done. You just wanted what was bets for everyone, but it was so hard to get anything done when it felt like there were so many roadblocks in front of you- not to mention all of those ungrateful constituents of yours that are constantly bringing into question your intelligence because you never actually finished college.

You don’t need a degree to be a politician, look at who was running the damn country.

Breakdown listened as you told him all of these things, and he was no expert, but he can hear you getting choked up about the part where you never finished school and your co workers were making fun of you for it. How juvenile was that, and that was coming from a guy who was paid not to think for Primus’ sake. You don’t need some stupid piece of paper to tell you that you are worthy of your job or to tell you how smart you are- the proof was in the pudding as you would say, why get hung up on some stupid paperwork?

“Erm Uhmm” he just coughed as he came all the way into the room and locked the door behind him, if he didn’t knock before coming in he was certain Knockout would to if he was inclined to be here- no need for him to see Breakdown’s tender side. “I’m not- I’m not good at this kind of thing, you know.”You turned around to see him looking down at his feet as he shuffled slightly like a child caught doing something bad. Was this weakness? How tender of him to show you this side, it made you feel less bad for nearly sobbing in front of him just now.

“You are so smart, you know so much more than I do, and I’m supposed to be the more advanced species in this scenario, you know? I’m trying to say that you shouldn’t let those bums get to you- after all, once we succeed in our mission you won’t have to deal with anymore of their scrap and you can finally do your job without having to deal with all those rules and red tape. You will be making the rules! Which I have seen you doing your job, it will benefit everyone- you are so great you know.”

You actually laughed as he looked up with starstruck optics as he was the one to actually make you laugh this time. “Oh Breakdown, you are better at this kind of thing than you think you are.”

That was all he needed to hear, as the highlight of his day was that bright smile, he will never forget it.

(05/16/18)

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Spiritale Chapter 45

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Chapter 45: ☝✌💧❄☜☼

“✌☠👎 🕈☟✌❄ ✋💧 ✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ ☠✌💣☜✍”, ???

You can’t understand him…what language is he speaking? Now he’s making weird shapes with his…hands with holes in the middle?…you have no idea.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t understand you”

…He makes another set of hands appear, this time there’s some kind of purple energy glowing in the holes. They fly to you and cover your ears. The holes prevents your ears from being covered though.

“Can you understand me now?”, *Gasp*!

“Yes, I can”, you said with a shocked face, “…Who are you again?”

“Gaster, Wingding Gaster”, he said pointing to himself with his thumb.

Gaster? Hmm…He’s wearing a half buttoned white lab coat, a mostly shown black shirt, and brown slacks. A white face and with one white eye, his other eye is closed. Is he related to Sans and Papyrus so how? Hmmm…

“Is something wrong kid?”, Gaster asked kneeling down to your height.

Wow his teeth were a little crooked…wait! One eye closed and crooked teeth, could he have?!

“Excuse me, I have a question?”

“Hmm, what is your question?”, he said with a calm shocked face.

“What do you think of King Asgore and Queen Toriel’s relationship?”

“Oh those two, don’t get me started”, Gaster said shaking his head, “It was annoyingly insufferable how they always interrupted important work with me when it needs to be done, always bein’ cute n’ cuddly at meeting, and what’s crazy is how their children looked up to them even doing all that! Geez, I’m glad I don’t have to see THAT again”, he complained then rubbed his head.

“YOU HAVE GERSON’S PERSONALITY!!!”, you shouted pointing to Gaster!

“Whoa, whoa whoa calm down kid!”, Gaster said waving his hands, “What do you do mean I have Gerson’s personality?”, he asked sitting down and resting his arms on his legs.

“Oh right, sorry”, you apologized sitting down, “Well you can say, I’m-

“From a different timeline?”

“Well..uuh something like tha-….wwait, how do you know this?”

“I could tell the moment we met”, Gaster answered smiling, “You’re not the same kid the Queen and King adopted years ago, you have something they don’t: Emotions”

“Oooh…am I really in a different timeline?”, you asked scratching your head.

“More like a parallel universe”, Gaster answered putting his hand to his chin.

“Whooa another universe!”

“Yea”, Gaster said with a nod and putting his hands down, “Long explanation short, there are multiple versions of your world with different versions of people, events, and etc.”

“Whoooooa!”

“Mind blowing ain’t it?”, Gaster asked closing his eyes and smiling.

You nod.

“But…is there another version of you?”, you asked pointing to him.

“Yes and just like the other me’s, we have cease to exist”

“What?! What happened to you?!”

“*Sigh*….”, Gaster said looking away.

“I’m sorry, you don't have to explain it if you don’t want to”, you apologized rubbing your hand.

“It’s not that…I just can’t believe it happened…”, Gaster said looking down with a light sad face, “Anyway enough about me, what about you…how did you get here?”, he said resting his head on his hand.

Oh sssnap, you forgot about what happened. Oooooh MAN so much has happened, TOO much has happened. Well…you guess you should explain from the beginning…

One long story telling later…

“….And then I ended up…uuuh where and what is this place?”

“The void”, Gaster answered with his head resting on his hands.

“The void?”

“An empty, endless place with no way of escape”

“WHAT?!! No, no that can’t be!”, you shouted in shock, “How am I going to see Chara, how am I going to get home?!”, you panicked.

“I think I might know a way”, Gaster said calmly.

“Really?!”

“After what you told me, your determination might be the key to getting us out of here”, Gaster said getting up.

“How so?”, you asked getting up with him.

“Years ago while I was researching human souls, I extracted some samples from 6 different human souls and injected them in 6 set of hands I created”, Gaster said making 5 sets of hands appear, “These won’t be enough to free us, but combined with your determination, can help us escape”

“Okay, what I should do?!”, you asked with an “I’m ready” face.

“Let me absorb some of your soul”, Gaster answered looking at you.

“….”

“Don’t worry kid, I’m going to use it to get out of here”, Gaster said smiling.

“…..”, you look down and fiddle with your hands.

“Kid…”, Gaster said kneeling down, “I have been stuck here for countless years, you are the only hope I have. Please”

“It’s not that…it’s…”You said nervously, “I’ve seen what happens when a monster has too much determination, I’m…afraid you might…melt…”

“…I see…kid, let me show you something”, Gaster said…showing you his soul.

It’s…transparent, so transparent you can barely see it.

“My body is no more and my soul only exist in this world, because of this I can’t melt”, he said holding your hand, “You don’t have to give me a lot, just enough okay?”, he said with a gentle smile.

…you trust him, you’ll give it a shot. You agreed.

“Good, now hold it”, Gaster said giving you his soul gently over your hands, “Focus on sending your energy to my soul, I’ll tell you when to stop okay?”

“…Okay”, You said feeling a little nervous.

…You breathe…and focused on pouring your soul into his little by little. You can see red energy slowly wrapping around Gaster’s soul, you did your best to make sure the energy doesn’t hurt his soul…..

“….That’s enough”, Gaster said calmly.

You breathed….and gently stopped the process, you feel lighter. You gave Gaster’s soul back.

“…Heheh…”

“What is it?”

“This is…a lot warmer than I expected”, he said with his hand on his chest, “It feels…hopeful and kind, something I haven’t felt in a long time…”

You gently placed your hand on his and smiled.

“…Right, let’s not waste anymore time shall we”, Gaster said standing up, “…You might want to stand behind me kid”, he suggested.

You listened to him. Gaster’s 6 hands float in front of him in a row, he puts his hands apart and closed his eyes. Soon you see the holes in his hands glow red, it’s glowing brighter. You’re worried, but you keep your faith in Gaster. He opens both eyes that turn orange and blue like Chara’s Papyrus and your Sans. You start to feel a lot of energy, you just hope it’s not bad. Gaster’s eyes glows brighter, the energy in his hand glows brighter, and the 6 hand sets glow brighter. He puts his hands in front of him forming an X, the same thing happens with the hand sets, and then you see them placing itself behind each hand until they were all together. Gaster starts to put one leg back and lean forward, his arms are surrounded by a rainbow wind! Energy is swirling around you too! What’s going to happen?!…..HE JUST SUMMONED A SUPER GIANT SKULL, it looks the same as what Papyrus used against Temmie!

…..*POOOOOW*..…”, Gaster is trying to keep his stance and not get pushed back.

It’s really strong, it’s slowly pushing Gaster and you back. You did…your best…to stop…..him from flying…..huh?!….A wall, it’s cracking. It’s going to break!

“GASTER IT’S ALMOST OPEN!!!”, You shouted, “JUST A LITTLE MORE!!!”

Come on….come on, BREAK!!!…. *CRACK*….*CRASH*…IT WORKED!!! You see Gaster’s hand sets shatter to pieces.

“*Pants*…*pants*”, Gaster breathed falling on one knee.

“Gaster!”

“✋🕯💣...*pants* ☞✋☠☜...*pants*” Gaster said with one eye closed.

“…Come let’s go!”, You said grabbing Gaster’s arm.

He nods and brings himself up, you assisted him in walking. Poor guys almost out of- *Crack* wha?!….The wall, it’s slowly repairing itself! You pulled Gaster a little so you both could get closer to the hole….Gaster! Oh no, he fell down! You are sooooo close! He looks at you with a smile, he wants you to go on ahead….no. You won’t leave him here…you run over to the repairing wall and stand in the middle

*Wanting to SAVE Gaster and free him, fills you with….DETERMINATION!!!*

*You formed sphere barrier around you, it stopped the walls from repairing and push back the process, but it won’t….hold back…much…looongeerrr…*

“GASTER….GO THROUGH…HURRY…YOU CAN DO IT!!!”, you shouted struggling to stop the repairs, “YOU CAN’T STOP NOW….THERE’S…PEOPLE WAITING FOR YOU!!!”, you shouted looking back.

Gaster’s eyes widen from what you said, you see his soul glow a little as he slowly gets up. You…see Gaster jog out the void…and reach out his hand to you,….you can reeeach….! *BOOM*

…..*Pants….*pants*…..

“☞☼✋💧😐✏”, You heard…?, “💧🏱☜✌😐 ❄⚐ 💣☜✏”

You have no idea what Gaster is say…WAIT GASTER!!!

“❄☟✌☠😐 ☝⚐👎 ✡⚐🕆❼☼☜ ✌☹☼✋☝☟❄”, yuuup you have NO IDEA what he’s saying, but he looks happy.

He’s holding you in his arms…must be because some of your soul is with his. You looked around…you both are in Waterfall…aaand you both are very tired…you just lay in Gaster’s arms, he is knocked out. You might as well sleep too, soooo tired….

(WINGDING TRANSLATIONS)

(TITLE: Gaster)

(FIRST DIALOGUE: And what is you're name?)

(SECOND DIALOGUE: “I’m…*pants* fine…*pants*)

(THIRD DIALOGUE: Frisk! Speak to me!)

(FOURTH DIALOGUE: Thank god you’re alright)

#spiritale #undertale #undertale fanfiction #underSwap #underswap gaster #frisk #the void #wingdings #fanficiton #fanfic

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