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popchoc · 1 year

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Congrats on 3000! Could you please write 12 (it's your brother) or 38 for Maya Bishop? Thank you!!!

Sorry again for forgetting and then for taking forever. Here's prompt 12 and here we go with:

Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca - Station 19

38: Promise Me You’ll Never Cook Another Meal Ever Again!

Carina knows food. This isn't it. Sure, she can guess the idea behind the dish, and she thinks she can distinguish most of the ingredients, but that's about it. Truth be told, the whole thing is barely edible.

Yet Carina also knows she likes the company. A lot. This fun and fascinating and fierce firefighter she only met some weeks ago, but who she's already falling for - in a way she's really not used to. A way that's… captivating her. That makes her want to be around her, with her, for as long as possible, in this no-matter-what way she's never felt before. Never dared to feel…

And so she takes another bite, silently thanking the wine that helps to wash it down, while she makes sure to keep smiling like there's no tomorrow.

…

Maya knows she took a risk. A real big one. After all, the way to someone's heart is through the stomach, or so they say, and Maya can't imagine Carina being an exception. Since they've met, she's cooked three times for her already and those meals were all exceptional. Like… just thinking about them makes her mouth water all over again.

Which - in all fairness - also happens when she thinks about the woman who cooked them, and who's now sitting across from her, for the first time at the mercy of her cooking skills.

So far, everything seems to go well. They've got plenty to talk about, there's lots of laughter and the flirtatious looks going back and forth between them are hard to miss. In between those moments Maya keeps a close eye on Carina though. Did she just grimace? What's with the cough? Wait, are those… tears in her eyes?! Yet before she can worry too much she gets distracted all over again by a funny anecdote, or an interesting question, or simply by an earth-shattering smile.

She picks up her glass, realizes it's empty and reaches for the bottle. "More wine?"

"Yes, please!" Carina nods with great passion. Oh, that passion!

…

"I hope you don't mind, but I didn't make any dessert," Maya says when taking Carina's empty plate. She flashes her a seductive grin. "You know, since we never seem to get to them, and all."

As a sigh falls off her lips, Carina shakes her head. "I don't mind at all."

Shit, did she sound relieved? Did she just manage to mess it all up when she was almost there, when really all she had to do was get up and wordlessly take the invite?

Che stupida!

Maya narrows her eyes at her. "What's wrong?"

Slowly sitting back in her chair, another sigh escapes Carina. She doesn't want to hurt Maya's feelings. But she doesn't want to lie either (nor does she ever want to suffer like this again!).

"Oh bella, I… I can tell you really… tried," she painstakingly searches for words, "but this dinner wasn't… great."

Taken aback by the truth, Maya blinks and averts her eyes. "Oh," she mumbles, swallowing hard.

Carina swiftly sits forward again, reaching for Maya's hand. "Ai, no, not the date! Not this night! Maya, being with you tonight was… oof… deliziosa! Sei deliziosa! The food just… wasn't." With a gentle squeeze, she makes Maya look at her again. "I'm sorry."

After a deep breath, Maya shakes the apology off. "No, I am," she smiles sheepishly, "I've been living here for four years. Today was the third time I used the kitchen. I should have told you."

When she gets up from her chair and moves around the table, Carina smiles back at her, warm and sincere. "Well, I appreciate the effort," she says, her voice a tad deeper than before, as she sits herself down on Maya's lap.

Gazing up at her, Maya raises her brows. "So, this isn't our last date?"

"Oh no," Carina laughs, shaking her head again. "We're just getting started." And then, with her lips already grazing Maya's, "Just promise me you’ll never cook another meal ever again!"

…

As they make their way to the bedroom, tangled in each other's arm, Maya throws a quick glance at her kitchen. The counter is still cluttered. She catches the pack of salt that she used twice as much of, and the chili powder she "accidentally" used instead of pepper. The crème fraîche she - oops - forgot to add. The timer she'd purposely set on the wrong time.

In between kisses, a wide grin sneaks on her face.

It worked. She made Carina believe that she's a terrible cook, even when she's not - she's pretty good, actually. She took the risk. But now that she can breathe again, now that she knows Carina won't leave her for this… this fake-as-it-is flaw, she's more than happy to pay the prize of never being allowed into a kitchen again.

Cause as said, Carina is exceptional. The kitchen is all hers.

As is she.

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3k Celebration Prompts (closed)

#writing prompts #fanfiction #maya bishop #carina deluca #maya x carina #station 19

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cassandrajoybellbittner · 2 months

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Burn For Me - Chapter 23b

*Warning Adult Content*

Teagan Bateman

I looked up to find the Commander standing in front of me.

My body was skewered with silver stakes as I was pinned to the wall.

"After all the hard work I went through to make you my perfect little pet and you go and ruin it... by mating with a mutt," he sighed.

"Now we have to start all over."

"Go to hell," I spat through my raw throat.

He tsked at me and reached behind him for something.

"I brought you a present," he said lightly.

I narrowed my eyes at him as he brought out a shiny piece of metal and held it out in front of me.

"Don't you remember?" he asked and stepped up to me and moved the metal closer to my face.

The mask.

"Now be a good boy and obey your master," he demanded, as he put the mask over my mouth, even as I growled at him.

My eyes glared into his face as locked it in place.

The Commander just smiled at my hate filled gaze.

"Oh... I love those eyes of yours... they make me want to tear your soul to shreds," he whispered gripping a handful of my hair and yanking my head back.

The mask was making it hard to breath, as my skin burned.

"I'll be back, my pet. You just sit and stay," he mocked while turning and walking out of the room.

The heavy familiar door shut behind him and I stood pinned to the wall in the dark with a silver mask burning my nose and mouth.

I finally escaped this place but I've never been free... always bound by someone's chains.

Memories of how Connor was put through all that pain earlier brought me back.

I had to hardened my heart and mind again, this couldn't happened again, I won't let it.

This was why I didn't want to mess with that mate business.

It made me weak and vulnerable, the commander was right about that.

I dropped my head down to my chest feeling the pain of the mask, burning my collarbone.

I hated the hunters... I hated the Commander.

And I hated who ever put me on this stupid earth.

Was I born just to suffer, was this my purpose?

I could feel myself losing control as my body began to shake with rage.

It was boiling up in my blood.

"I'll kill you all and bathe in your blood," I growled my vision engulfed in red.

Conner Carmichael

A foot came out and hit my side... sending me flying into the table that I was cleaning.

"Ugh," I cried out in pain as both sides of me were screaming in agony.

I was covered in bruises and cuts but it seemed to never end.

"You missed a spot, dick-head," the boy laughed, as he dumped his left over food on my head.

I was in the dining room surrounded by the pack members and not one of them came to my aid.

They all just stared and laughed at my humiliation.

"Hurry up fag or you'll get no dinner tonight," someone yelled.

I bit my lip to hold back the tears and continued to clean... with food still clinging to my face and clothes.

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I huddled in the basement, hiding behind a huge stack of boxes.

I couldn't take it anymore... I hugged my knees tighter to my chest as I cried silently.

My uncle was going to kill me... I didn't mean to break all those dishes but they were too heavy for me to carry.

I cringed at the sound of my uncle's booming voice, yelling through the house for me.

'Please, don't find me. Please, don't find me.'

I felt my body tense as I heard his heavy footsteps coming closer and I gasped in agony.

My body hurt so badly I lost my breath.

My face was swollen and my back ached from the stomping I got from uncle just yesterday.

My sides hurt so badly it was hard to breath and I felt so weak from not being able to eat anything for so long.

I couldn't take this life anymore.

I want my mommy and daddy.

They never hit me... they loved me.

We would always laugh together and play with me.

They would always smile at me in the morning and they let me stay with them at night when I had a bad dream.

Why did they have to be gone?

I want my mommy and daddy back.

I heard the door to the basement open loudly, hitting the wall.

"Connor. You little shit-head. You better stop hiding from me," he growled, from above.

I tightened my eyes and hugged myself tighter, as I held my breath.

'Please, don't find me,' I chanted again.

I can't remember the last time I spoke to someone or spoke at all.

It's been maybe a year or two I think but I had nothing to say to anyone anymore, so I wasn't going to announce my presence to him, of all people.

The moment the footsteps left, I sighed in relief and relaxed my tense, aching body.

I needed to get away from here, I needed to escape, now.

Glancing up I looked at the basement door that led outside.

I stood slowly, using the boxes for support, this was my chance with uncle distracted.

Struggling to my feet, I staggered over to the door.

No more... I refuse to live this life anymore.

The door swung open and a bright light engulfed me.

'Freedom.'

And I ran.

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twistednuns · 1 year

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January 2023

Taking care of my mum. A few sentient moments after I'd kinda already expected her to die the night before but she lives to see another year. Glimpses of her humour. Working together with my brother.

A heartfelt article about Robin Sloan, one of my favourite authors. Written by a fellow fangirl.

The sound of cutting crisp Jonagold apples.

I've got this ongoing obsession with a rusty cinnamon red and bought a Barts beanie and nail polish in that shade (Essie - Playing Koi).

My second obsession: salted hot chocolate with whipped cream. I love eating the semi-molten cream with a spoon.

Realising that I have people in my life who actually like and appreciate me. Who enjoy spending time with me. Who I can be myself with. It's such a big contrast to the negative energy I constantly feel staying at my mum's house and being around family members. There is so much history and trauma that I'm not sure I'll ever feel at ease around them. I feel the need to escape.

My mum's death. Which sounds cruel. But it was such a liberating moment because we'd all been waiting for it, even her. We just didn't know when it would happen. And she was in so much pain on her last two days. She had no strength, was barely even conscious. I was truly happy for her. Happy that she made it, happy that her suffering had an end. As I'm writing this I realise that there is still so much sadness and pain that I need to deal with. It all went by so quickly. Exactly one month between the day I learned about her cancer and her death. So hard to grasp.

Going swimming. Feeling powerful and strong, exhausting myself. Diving. Enjoying the outside pool, breathing the clear, cold air. Observing the hot steam under the moonlit night sky. Lots of tiny bubbles.

Feeling inspired. Staying up until 4am, journalling, planning outfits.

My therapist calling Martin an asshole. I love having her on my team.

When Frank didn't show up for me Manu was there to save me and invited me to stay at his place. We had such a nice dynamic and I felt taken care of - or at least taken seriously. My emotions always matter to him and he even cuddled with me. We ordered pizza - that always helps, too.

My brother almost not being annoying for a while. Seeing a tiny chance that I could actually start liking him one day.

I'm proud of keeping up with my meditation practice for so long. By now I've reached the 1000 minutes milestone.

Staying over at Lena's. Joining her Cleanup group meeting. Finding more stars on the ground everywhere. My tiny signs from the universe.

Meeting Doris and Margit for dinner. Tasty food, browsing Flying Tiger, Margit's cool purse and headband. Seeing Teresa Reichl at Vereinsheim Schwabing. Holding hands (or fingers). A spontaneous pub quiz mini win (I basically just went there to solve the anagram).

Sauna with Sash. Watching The Witches of Eastwick and Practical Magic wrapped in a blankie. Soaking up the witchy whimsigoth vibes for fashion inspiration. Simultaneously re-doing the MBTI test with Sash and Yanch. So apparently I'm an I/ENTP now (I've always been an ambivert)?

Walking through the Nymphenburg castle grounds and botanical gardens with Nico. We saw each other for the first time and had a pretty good conversation - not awkward at all. However, I didn't feel a spark either.

The day we finally managed to coordinate the kilm transport at my own school. It wasn't enjoyable at all but I'm so glad it's done and I don't have to feel this constant, underlying anxiety about it anymore.

Driving Do home from school. Soft hands. Starting to write soft bunny poems for her. Reading her stories about Cancer children over the phone.

Talking to her about my feeling that she doesn't like me anymore. My stupid emotional reactions, always thinking everything must me my fault. I actually talked to Obi about it during our walk waiting for the movers. We are both highly intelligent HSPs but whereas I take everything personally and always think that I'm the one who's at fault, he's super pro-social and loses himself over helping others, being of service, suffering from a lack of boundaries. Interesting. I love learning, seeing parallels and patterns.

My first veggie kebab in months.

Dreaming about my mum going on a short vacation. I asked her how that's possible since she's already dead but she told me nonchalantly that death was too boring for her. So... basically she was resurrected, eh? My mum is Jesus.

Sorting out my mum's books. Learning a lot about her through her notes and annotations. However, it's pretty sad to realise that she'd been working on some big issues for decades but never really managed to make lasting changes.

A shopping day with Sash and Lena. Finding a lovely OPUS jacket. Sharing food. Watching a movie together. Meeting again at the pool/sauna the next morning. I stayed at Sash's again and we had French fries, pizza and watched The Menu.

Spending a whole day alone knowing that my brother wouldn't come home that day. I realised how much anxiety it gives me when I can't have real alone time and somebody else is still in the house.

Getting a 4-week-membership for a local yoga studio. I can go as often as I want until the end of February. It's great to be back in a studio. I don't know why I depend on classes and can't seem to establish my own practice at home but fine, I'll work with that.

Chocolate bananas with foamy sugar. Deadly sweet. Amazing mouth feel.

Writing a letter to Do. Admiring my neat handwriting on narrow lines. I really enjoy the process of writing. Another one of these things I tend to forget about.

Curly pasta with a fine batch of roasted veggie marinara. Lots of parmesan of course.

I'm never sure if it's a good thing but I've been having fun with fashion and make-up again. On the one hand I love having/finding beautiful things, being creative with colours and styles - but on the other hand I have the sinking feeling that it's a way to cover up insecurities? Shopping as a coping mechanism, defining your self-worth by your appearance... One of these areas where it's tough for me to find the right balance. Anyway. I've been playing around with bronzer and long, pointy nails. Siren eyes. Highlighter. 90s lip liner. Wearing a beanie and my Everpress CMMC sweater everywhere I go. Hunting for chunky shoes and the right blazer or bomber jacket. Thinking about getting my septum pierced.

Spending a whole day alone knowing that my brother wouldn't come home that day. I realised how much anxiety it gives me when I can't have proper alone time and somebody else is still in the house.

Breakfast with Margit. Cold coffee with coconut milk. Walking through Hofgarten to see the guinea pigs and goats (I realised I'm not only scared of swans but nandus as well - birds with long necks are tagged as #mean in my brain).

The Magic Wand revival.

Our trip to Chiemsee went well. The half moon watched over us. We threw crystals in the water - my intentions were freedom, love and gratitude. Afterwards we ate at a very trendy vegetarian restaurant and it was OK. Martin thanked me for keeping it civil because my mum would have wanted it that way. Anyway. The ending of a long chapter. On the way home my brother drove and I remembered how soothing car rides have always been for me. My mum used to drive me around the block a few times to calm me down when I was a baby. I spent the time meditating and listening to a podcast with Chrystee who offered a guided breathwork exercise. I got a very good buzz from breath retention.

Strawberries. Crunchy peanut butter. Tropical coconut porridge with red kiwi, mango and banana.

An unexpected 20min extension on my therapy session. Realising that my mum never had anyone really taking care of her needs which is why she was emotionally immature and, well, needy. I must have sensed that as a child and refused to take on that role. It was too much for me so I kept my distance. My therapist told me about the Holes in Roles theory and Pessotherapy. I'm interested. And offered her to adopt me but she politely declined.

Eating at myly with Michi. The curry I used to eat all the time when I still lived here still has the number 127a. We talked about our parents for a long time and were the last ones to leave. My fortune cookie simply told me to follow my heart.

Salads. A craving for fresh food. Always nice: kiwis, blueberries or mango in my salad. And cheese.

Starting to look forward to and actually enjoy meditation. I'm used to 30min sessions by now but I often feel like I wanna go longer. Perhaps I'm ready for Vipassana?

#personal #present perfect #things i love #january #2023 #january 2023

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zdux · 3 years

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Genshin Family Headcannons

I've had these Genshin Family Headcannons floating around in my brain for god knows how long now, so I think it's about time I posted them!

On to the details~

Zhongli & Baizhu dated for a while, and after they broke up Baizhu ended up adopting Qiqi. Zhongli did not know this, and nearly had a heart attack thinking that through some insane miracle Qiqi was his biological child and he was late on YEARS of child support.

Zhongli & Ninnguang are siblings. Not Biological, but Ningguang doesn't know that, so he doesn't say anything. My idea is that Zhongli hasn't been using his gnosis for a while, like multiple decades, but he would shift forms. He tried to be a teenager for a while during his mid-archon-crisis, and ended up getting adopted by Ningguang's parents. She was born not long after, so she always saw him as her older brother. After a few years of this, he accepted he couldn't play make believe like this forever, and disappeared one night. Little did he know, his aura was keeping Ningguang's family out of debt, and after he left it all fell to ruin. Ningguang then grew up, spending the rest of her life wondering what happened to her brother & missing him.

Before all that, Zhongli did raise, and is still raising, Xiao and Ganyu. During that time, they were both mentoring under other adepti. They see him as their dad, and have forever. Zhongli recently ended up kind of half adopting Hu Tao, but she doesn't know all of the details of them being adepti & an Archon, but she's just happy to have a family.

Xiao has recently started dating Aether, which was supposed to be his little rebellion at Zhongli for dating Childe, as Xiao hates Childe, but Zhongli is very proud of Xiao and Aether. Though his planned back fired, Xiao is truly happy to be with Aether.

Hu Tao has been dating Yanfei, and while they are happy together, as well as work well as business partners, Zhongli's back is going to go out early if he has to keep supervising the two pyro loverbirds. They have so much energy, and just run him ragged when they are handling a job.

Beidou ended up pretty much completely adopting Kazuha, as he has been on the run a while now, and while she was working with him/the resistance, they both just felt connected like family.

Part of the reason that Kazuha sees Beidou as a mom is because his disapeared a long time ago with is younger brother. He was happy they escaped, but he hadn't heard anything about his brother since, which made him scared.

Thoma, on the other hand, was actually adopted by Beidou. His parents left him in Ritou to suffer, and though Beidou wasn't able to take him with her to be a sailor, she was able to get him set up with Ayaka's family.

Yoimiya is the only blood family he knows of, and her family immediately took him in around age 16 when they found out what his parents did. He continued to work under Ayaka despite them suggesting he learn the fire work trade.

Little does he know, but Razor is Kazuha's brother. Their mom didn't end up making it, as she became fatally ill during the journey from Inazuma to Liyue. She was rushed to Bubu Pharmacy, but it was too late, and she sadly passed away while being treated there. Razor was supposed to be sent to Mondstat to become a knight of Favonious, but the wagon transporting him was taken down by Hillichurls, and then he was found by his Lupical.

Lisa regularly goes into the woods to study, and that's when she ran into Razor and began visiting him to teach him how to speak, to which she sort of became him mom.

Jean technically has no kids, but had ended up raising Klee, Albedo, and Barbara. Klee had been with Albedo pretty much since she was born, as Albedo would take care of them both with Alice coming to check in here and there. But after an experiment gone wrong, Albedo was badly hurt, and carried a small, crying Klee all the way to Mondstat. Once he got there, he was lucky that Jean, Lisa, and Diluc were all having dinner at Good Hunter. They rushed over to him, Jean in the lead, and he handed Klee to her before collapsing on the ground. They brought him to the cathedral where he was healed, and once he was recovering he was taken to the Knights head quarters for questioning. After that, they figured it was better for Klee to be in the Knight's direct care, and Albedo could work with them. Jean ended up becoming quite the mother to the two of them.

As for Barbara, she simply always took care of her. Though they aren't that far apart in age, Jean still always took on a parental role for her.

What Alice forgot to mention, was that she actually has a sister. Said sister is in fact, Mona's mom, and when she saw Mona having magical potential like Alice, she sent her to study under her current Master, Alice's rival. Without knowing it, Mona and Klee are cousins.

Diona was finally able to get over her anger towards Diluc, as she eventually got so fed up with him that she went to Angel's Share just to yell at him. But when she got there, she realized he wasn't drinking alcohol. After sitting her down and talking to her for a while, Diona was finally able to understand Diluc. She started crying, and Diluc sat with her while she did, before she eventually started to fall asleep, so he carried her on his back to the Cat's Tail. When he got there he saw her dad and went to deliver Diona to him but realized just how drunk he was. Diluc then set Diona down on a chair while he went to confront her dad, which lead to a massive yelling match. Diluc realized just how neglectful her dad really was, and had him arrested the next day. He was then charged with Neglect, and has since been cast out of Mondstat for an unknown amount of time as his sentence, as well as not being allowed custody of Diona. The Cat's Tail was closed for a while before another bartender took it up and renamed it. Diona moved in with Diluc and he now raises her on his own. She sees him like a hero and the father she always wanted, but he never asks her to call him "dad" or "father" but instead asks her to call him "Pa" or "Vati" (the german translation of dad.)

Diluc and Venti have also been in a long term relationship for many years. Diluc asks Venti not to drink around Diona, as it still makes her uncomfortable despite being his apprentice. Venti respects this and often will "buy" his drinks from Diluc and make his way over to the old Cat's Tail and drink there instead, or he will just stay at Angel's Share if Diona isn't there/is in bed. The two of them have been dating for nearly 8 years, but aren't married. Everyone always asks why not, but they just don't see the point. Venti is very independent, and Diluc constantly has responsibilities, they don't want their life to be 50/50 but rather they both do what they love and enjoy one and others company while doing so, without labels.

And that's a wrap! I could probably write out exactly how each of these came to be in more detail, but this is quite long as it stands. I hope you all enjoyed!

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acdeaky · 3 years

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to tell you the truth (i’m still in love with you)

warning: angst, fluff, mentions of sex

note: oscar isaac’s hot, no question. anyway, enjoy this, babies

word count: 3.3k

gif credit: @damerondjarin

it was dark out when you woke. the loud, incessant banging on the front door of your apartment had jerked you awake, and the minimal amount of lighting coming through the curtains let you know it was very early - or very late.

a part of you was tempted to roll back over under your sheets, pull them up to your chin and fall back asleep, but the knocking only seemed to become louder and more frequent.

you pulled off your covers and flicked on the small lamp by your bedside. your clock showed 2:43 as you shook your head and began to make your way through your small apartment to answer whoever thought it was a good idea to show up at your door right now.

you had an idea who it could be. there had been a few times when santiago had appeared on your doorstep in distress. on those occasions, you coaxed him inside with soft words and gentle touches as he pulled himself in on heavy feet, the weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders.

looking through your peephole, you knew this would be no different as you noticed the familiar stubble and greying hair of santiago’s, looking ever the same after three years. even after so long, you were who he crawled to, the only person who could calm the noise in his head.

the locks clicked as they were shifted, the hinges creaking afterwards as you pull the door open.

and, just as you knew, there he was. santiago’s usual, confident self was gone; even just looking at the way he held himself could tell you that. it almost looked like he was leaning against an invisible pole, his old stance gone, a new, tired one filling its place.

but he was here, and alive, and even after three years the only thing you could think of was-

“hi.” was all he said, a duffel bag by his feet and his hands stuffed into his jean pockets.

“hi, welcome home.” you simply spoke, leaning against your doorframe, feeling like your heart was about the burst the longer you stood and looked at him.

“do you know?” there was a slight quiver to his voice and his head dipped down from yours. “do you know where i went?”

“frankie told me. when you left that night, i waited a couple of days for you to come back. then i asked fish if he knew where you were and he said you were in south america. i asked when you’d be back and he didn't know. i didn't expect you to be back three years later.”

you could almost remember that day, as clear as if it happened yesterday. the night before he left, your best friend, santiago garcia, invited himself to your apartment - like many nights - and brought dinner. he laid the excuse as wanting to spend time with you, have a night like you used to (even though it had only been a week or so since you last did something like this together).

but santiago didn't take no for an answer; he let himself through the door and began pulling out containers of food and a couple of bottle of drinks. you welcomed it pleasantly, happy to be spending a night with just him, just santi, no tom or benny or will or frankie. no comments about your relationship, no teasing over your choice of drink (or teasing in general, which santiago would always reply with ‘they mean well’, and you know they do).

a few hours later, the food was gone and you had both had a few drinks. the sun was settling down on the horizon and, if you looked carefully, you could begin to see the moon creeping up behind it. the red and orange sky covered your open room with light, bringing in a peaceful glow with it. the light settled on santiago, like it was used to his body and the dips and bumps covering him.

he looked like a vision, ethereal. a beautiful dream which you had experienced so many times and you were selfish enough to only want to see it yourself for the end of time. you believed no one would appreciate it like you do, no one would find the same amount of beauty as you find in santiagoas he lets himself bask in the light.

neither of you had realised that you had moved closer to each other over the course of the evening. you had started on almost opposite sides of the sofa, but now found your thighs pressed against the other’s, you shoulders bumping into each other’s as you moved.

santiago’s music was playing in the background. at some point - god knows when - he had gone into the kitchen and, as he came back, the soft notes of his favourite song floated from the speakers and settled around you two. he handed you another drink, sitting back onto the sofa and leaning slightly towards you, his arm slung across the back cushions. his hand landed on your shoulder, and his fingers began drawing light patterns across your skin while he conversed with you.

it was something that rarely happened. santiago had done this with you before, that being eating, drinking and relaxing, allowing the music to pull you from the real world as you talked until the early hours. never been so close and intimate. at the time, you thought nothing of it as his lips came to meet yours in a delicate attempt at confessing his feelings.

the words “i've fallen in love with you” escaping his lips as they ghosted against yours, his breath hot and sticky against your skin as you replied, “i've fallen in love with you, too”.

santiago made you feel things you'd never felt before that night. he touched you with softness behind it, allowing his lips to travel wherever they could reach before picking you up off the sofa and trekking through the apartment to your room.

the two of you spent the night together filling it with passion, giggled and delicate kisses. neither of you could get enough of one another. to you, he tasted so good, like nothing you've ever endured before, something good and amazing and so characteristically santiago. to him, you tasted like home, a forever presence that he refused to get rid of.

and he really didn't want to.

come morning, the sheets beside you were cold and pulled back. the couple of bits he haphazardly threw on the bedside table the night before were gone and so were the clothes you remember tugging from his body. the only thing he left was his jacket; it was the one you loved on him, that smelt like him. alongside it was a note, the words ‘i love you, but there's something i have to do’ were carefully engraved on the paper.

that's when you waited. you gave santiago a few days to do whatever it was before you turned to frankie. that was a difficult conversation in itself and you could tell that frankie was as confused and conflicted as you were. he offered you an answer, more than santiago had given you, and a response to a question that no one in the world could answer, not even santiago.

“i'm sorry-”

“santi,” you stopped him, not wanting to do this - whatever it was - on the doorstep of your apartment at almost three in the morning. “do you - its late - but do you wanna come in?”

santiago looked back up at you, seeing your warm smile and kind eyes, something he had missed for the last three years. “yeh- yes, please.” you gave him a light nod, stepping further back into your apartment to give him space to pull himself through with his duffle bag.

even after three years, he was still your santi. the cap he adorned was one you had spotted and persuaded him to buy; one which he had worn almost every single day since he went away. the jacket was new, one to replace his other one, but it fit him well, allowing his broad shoulders a chance to be seen. the colour suited him, too, a dark navy blue.

he was heavy on his feet as he entered, shuffling around like he was a stranger in a foreign country as he thought about where was best to leave his bag. that had been his life for the past three years; everything he had and knew lived in there while he was deep in the jungles of south america.

much to his surprise, he came back unscarred, physically at least. of course, his knees had taken a hit during his - mission? - and the neck surgery he gotten gotten the year before hadn't helped much either. but aside from that, he would be fine, so long as the nightmares were kept at bay, no one would think any different of santiago.

but you weren't just anyone. you had seen santiago in his most vulnerable states, in every sense of the phrase. there was almost nothing you didn't know about him, but now, there was a large part of him you were a stranger to. without even knowing a tiny part of what had happened, you knew the santiago who was currently in front of you, sweaty hands and shaking nerves, was a different man to the one who left you three years ago.

three years. god, santiago had changed, as had you. you had never been with someone since. many people had tried to win your affection, attempting to entice you with the promise of dinner and a sense of forever, but you didn't want that anyone but him, a man who was on a completely different continent and who had probably had many others beside him in his bed since that one night.

regardless of how he had acted out there, your love never faltered, unlike your hope for his return. the light inside of you which had been sparked by santiago’s promise of love had quickly diminished when you began to believe that he would never come home.

but you wouldn't think any different of him. he just didn't know that.

“can i-”

“i'm sorry for-” you both began, santiago seemingly wanting to smooth things out above anything else. “you go.”

“no, no, it’s okay. i just- do you wanna sit?” he nodded, watching your finger point towards your sofa in the open space. it was the one where that night began, but most definitely didn't end. you knew that. he knew that. but you weren't offering a seat in a malicious way, wanting to see him squirm and suffer while making him remember what happened that night, you could see that he was tired. it was the least you could do.

so santiago took your offer, turning away from you in a vain attempt at calming himself down. that wouldn't happen until things were sorted, until he felt that you knew everything. he just wanted to say-

“what happened?” you whispered into the quiet, turning on a small light to light up the room. it glowed over the sofa, settling around your bodies as you moved to sit down next to santiago, not completely ready for how long this could take.

but he was. santiago knew everything that happened in those years and it would not take a few minutes to tell. there was too much to say and almost not enough time.

the story began with his time colombia, working for the police as a private military advisor. next came lorea and santiago’s escapades with his informant in search for the drug lord. he explains the house - the safe - and the job, how he roped benny and tom and will and frankie into helping him with the job.

he didn't even make it through the mountains - tom.

and something about the night feels strangely familiar. with the two of you, sat there, being shielded from the world only by your thin curtains, it felt like home. familiarity. the thing that seemed to have left you three years ago and escaped to south america.

your bodies were pressed into each other’s sides, the feeling of just another person being there after so long brings about comfort in the both of you. a warm, calloused hand of his sat in the both of yours, a thumb gently rubbing over the back of his hand.

somehow, your eyes were trained to santiago’s head throughout his story, never leaving his body for a second in case you missed something, anything. as for him, his eyes never left your joined hands, watching the delicacy of your movements, concentrating his sight on something so small, but so significant to him.

it was silent for a few moments after he finished. santiago kept his head down, watching the comfort on his hands, whereas your eyes were darting over his entire body, taking him in, thinking how much you had missed him.

“i’m so sorry, santi.” your voice was quiet, like earlier, only just drifting from your mouth and into his ears. that’s when he moved, shaking his head before looking up at you, finally meeting your eyes for the second time in years.

“no, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have just up and left like that, especially after what happened the night before.” there was a small smile on your face at that reminder and you hadn’t even noticed the quiver in his voice.

“it’s okay,” one of your hands left his thigh, moving upwards to cup santiago’s cheek, the stubble a little longer than usual. “you’re here now, and everything will be okay.”

his eyes closed as you allowed yourself this time to look at him. there was exhaustion buried deep inside of his skin, the usual relaxed look that he held whenever he closed his eyes was gone. it seemed that only a shell of the man you used to know came back from south america.

but you knew he was there. you knew your santiago was there, underneath it all. that’s why you held him. and that’s why you’d continue to hold him for as long as he needed you to.

without much thinking, you leaned closer to him, pressing your lips against his for only a second. an innocent kiss, much different to the ones you two had shared before he left, but it meant more to you both than either of you could describe.

then, as delicate as ever, one of his hands reached up to join your own, his large palm completely covering the back of yours. “come on,” you whispered, your free hand moving to card through his unruly curls. “let’s get you to bed.”

a slight nod was your only answer, that and the lack of resistance he gave you your hands grabbing his and helping him up from the sofa. everything stayed where it landed, neither you nor santiago making any effort to grab his bag and pull it into your room.

it almost seemed domestic. almost. as you crawled back under your covers, santi stripped off his jacket, leaving him in just a dark t-shirt. his jeans followed, the metal of the buckles clashing together as he pulled them off. the hat was last, being placed gently on your chest of drawers before he made his way over to you.

like usual, you welcomed him, pulling back the covers just enough for him to slip under, shuffling his body closer to yours. as he laid on his back, you took the silent invitation to press into his side. just as any other time, your head rested on his chest, both of your arms wrapping around the other’s body.

santiago let out a deep breath, his chest rising and falling so slowly it felt like you let one out, too. maybe you did, but it wasn’t important with where you were and who you were with in that moment. he was finally home, back and safe in your arms and not in a godforsaken dark corner of the narcotics war.

you fell back asleep to the steady beat of his heart, his hands running up and down your skin as he tries to soothe himself to sleep. eventually he does, well after you, but he feels safe this time, being back in your arms doing wonders for his mind.

it felt as if it had only been a few moments, but it wasn’t long before you could feel the rise and fall of santiago’s chest again, but this time on your back. the warmth of his breath on the nape of your neck was calming, that and the warmth of his hand over your exposed skin.

“we should get up, honey.” he says delicately, his voice rough with sleep, dry sounding, and you can feel him behind you, his eyes just barely opening as he decides to start his day. you feel guilty that you wish he wasn't awake, even as he reaches closer, an arm tightening around your waist as the other slips between the pillows and your head, reaching out for your hand as your other lands on his forearm, affectionate, loving.

there was no use in pretending you weren't awake, your need to touch him, to feel him and know he was there and not in some god forsaken place in colombia, too great to even attempt to stay in his arms longer.

“we shouldn't.” you mutter, turning your head to press into his skin, soft, warm. your fingers danced across his bronzed skin, keeping your lips pressed against his bicep as you did so.

santiago was complacent behind you, not even bothering to attempt to stay true to his words as he reveled in you, your warmth, your love, the exact thing he had missed all these years. his breath was still warm on the back of your neck, his lips only ghosting over your skin. even after last night, after the sacred kisses and emotions you’d shared, this is what stumped him.

it was only a few minutes later when you twisted onto your back, your hand leaving santi’s as you shifted to face him instead of hiding away. the hand that had left his own cradled his exposed cheek, your thumb carressing the delicate skin.

the beautiful brown eyes you love were still hidden by sleep-ridden eyelids. the only indication that he was awake being the small smile that adorned his face as you continued your ministrations, your own eyes flittering over his features like he would disappear, again.

“are you still in love with me?” he asked, breaking the silence without even opening his eyes to look at you, “after everything i’ve done?” his voice was so quiet, so petrified of your response, especially when that gentle hand stopped moving. god, never stop holding him like that.

“i’ve always been in love with you, santiago,” you assured him, guiding your hand to the back of his head to pull him even closer to you, fingers tangling in his short curls, “i don’t think i can ever stop.”

“can i tell you the truth?” his eyes finally met yours, confidently shifting the hand on your hip around you to press flat against your back, bringing your chests closer, bringing you closer.

“please.” it was a whisper, a beg, your plea for him to tell you what you already knew.

“i’m still in love with you.”

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#santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #once agAIN #this has been in my drafts for a while #like my last javi one #but here she is #and she’s beautiful #i love this one #and i hope you do too!#enjoy babies #x reader #acdeaky

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nightshadeshadow123 · 4 years

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Paw prints on the Agent's heart🐾part 3:

Alex Danvers x reader🔫🐾

Here's part three, hope u guys enjoy.

Tag list:

@retro-aesthe @blackluthxr @samustar @aznblossom @ibe-anne @lezzzbehonesthere

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Kara landed on the balcony and make her way into the facility, searching for her sister.

"I'm here." Kara founded her discussing plans and other mission with J'onn and two other agents.

They turned their attention towards the blonde.

"You two are dismissed, we will talk about the failed mission later." J'onn dismissed the two agents, watching as they leave to do their other work.

"Sorry I'm late, Cat was on my neck about that article and had to finish it before finding time to slip away unoticed." Kara explained, hugging Alex before releasing her as J'onn smiled warmly at the two sisters.

"It's quite alright, don't worry Supergirl." J'onn assured the blonde Kryptonian.

Alex took a seat, waiting for her sister to sit next to her while J'onn sat on a sofa in front of them.

"We found out something about the wolf girl." J'onn began, gaining a curious look from Kara.

"What about her?"

"Winn were snooping around on their computer data system and have manage to find a list of people they've expirimented on, and turns out that she was one of their best expiriments yet. Their favourite weapon until someone betrayed CADMUS and helped her to escape." J'onn explained.

"That's....unbelievable, hate the way they use humans and aliens as test subjects." Kara looked at Alex when she putted a comforting hand on her shoulder, knowing full well that she was thinking about her father and history with CADMUS.

"We need to get this wolf before CADMUS." J'onn went on.

"I agree, we fear what might happen if they find her first." Alex agreed with J'onn.

Kara nodded. "Yeah then let's make sure they don't. I'm tired of all the problems they cause."

"And maybe I can ask Lena Luthor if she knows something of the she wolf." Kara went on.

J'onn thought the idea over while Alex casted her a concerned look.

"Kara I don't think that's a good idea." Alex warned.

"I don't think so either." J'onn looked reluctant."But she might be able to give a few awnsers."

Alex let out a sigh at that, not too happy about the idea.

"Well then, off to Luthor corp." Kara waved them bye before leaving but not before noticing the concerend look Alex wore.

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"Well good thing she doesn't know I'm Kara." Kara said under her breath, landing on Lena's office balcony.

She reluctantly knocked on the glass doors, trying her best to not look nervous, hoping that she is doing the right thing.

A few moments later Lena opened the door, curiously looking at Kara.

"Supergirl? What are you doing here? I'm not done with the project yet if that's why you are here." Lena smiled at the blonde Kryptonian.

Kara returned the smile. "No it's alright. I'm here for a completely diffrent reason." She assured Lena.

"Oh, okay then. What is it?" Lena asked, staring down at National City below them.

Kara nervously cleared her throat.

"I....I just wanted to find out if you know something of..."

Lena spared her a quick glance.

"Know what Supergirl? Spit it out, I don't bite." Lena urged her.

Kara smiled at that."I wanted to know if you perhaps know something of that wolf all over the news. I've found out that she've escaped CADMUS with the help of someone and since your mother, your brother now I suppose is the leader of CADMUS that you might know something? Maybe who helped her escape?"

Lena gave her a look over her shoulder before looking down at the city again.

"I know that she was my mothers best expiriment and weapon to use against her enemies. And for who helped her escape, I don't know who it was. Maybe it was someone with a death wish." Lena explained, grip tight on the cold rails.

Kara kept quite at this.

"And my mother made her even stronger than she already were. She wanted to use her to defeat you but before that could happen she have escaped." Lena went on, still not looking at the Kryptonian.

Kara looked shocked at this.

"Wait? What? Well good thing she escaped, I just hope I can find out who have helped her escape so I can thank them."

Lena finally looked back at Kara.

"Maybe it's a good thing yeah. All the suffering she had went through, I wouldn't wish that on anyone." Lena tilts her head to the side slightly, swiping some of her dark hair over her shoulder.

"Thanks Lena, I must go now. Duty calls." Kara said as a alarm went off in the distance.

Kara took off once again.

"Farewell Supergirl." Lena said before going back into her office, a tiny smile tugging at her red lips at the person now sitting at her desk.

"Good afternoon, and how may I help you today?"

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"Ugh these damn CADMUS agents." Kara huffed out, hauling him into the DEO prison cells.

Alex were helping to put another one away too.

"Yeah, they just keep getting even more annoying everyday."

"Agent Danvers, Supergirl." J'onn greeted them.

"Get ready for an outing Supergirl, got a little piece of information that the wolf have been spotted somewhere and I want you to go and have a look." J'onn said to them, waiting for them to follow him. "And Alew will be closeby."

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"I've got eyes on the wolf." Kara said into her ear piece. "And she's with someone."

"Keep her in sight, and who is the person with her?" J'onn asked through his ear piece.

"I can't make out who the person is. My Xray vision won't work, the person have lead on them somewhere and they are wearing a hood." Kara explained.

"Mhm, what are they doing?"

"The person appears to be not treat...yet, and the wolf seems to be trusting of them." Kara squinted, keeping a close eye on them.

Kara went to step closer to the ledge of the building she have landed on but ended up tripping over a pipe contected to the roof and she end up falling to ground, grabbing the attention of both the person and the wolf that whipped their heads in her direction.

"Ugh why did I had to be clumsy in this moment?" Kara muttered under her breath, slowly pushing herself to a half up right position.

The wolf looked at the hooded person, making a slow jerk position to the side in what Kara suppose means that the person should run.

The mystery person, patted the wolf's side, whispering something in it's ear before spritting away into the darkness.

(Y/N)'s POV:

I stare the blonde Kryptonian down, growling lowly at her when she tried to stop her from running away.

Kara held up her arms in surrender, keeping a safe distance and not make any sudden moves.

"Hi." Kara awkwardly greeted, waving a hand.

I let out a huff, steping towards the blonde. She's still as akward as she was when we were little children back on Krypton. How I miss those days.

You stopped right in front of her, glowing red eyes meeting with her sky blue eyes as she looked at you cautiously as your wolf form towered over her.

With that you turned into your human form again, still towering a tad over her in height.

"We meet again short stack." You smirked down at her, (E/C) glistening with amusement at her now shocked state.

"Wha?Wait?!…(Y/N)?! But how?!" Kara fired out questions, a mix between shock, excitement and also a bit emotional.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you! But how?!" Kara rambled on.

You chuckled at her. "Kara Zor-El calm down. I'm was sent her by my parents before Krypton was destroyed. They wanted me safe and got me here." You explained.

Kara stopped, looking at you while you explained what have happened.

"Okay we'll talk about that later but now I really need to come with me to the DEO."

"Nope, I won't go there, they've been trying to catch me for years. I can't go there." You glared at her.

"Why not, we aren't your enemy. And we need your help against CADMUS." Kara tried to reason but you tensed up at the word CADMUS.

"No way. I won't go anywhere near them."

Kard pursed her lips at this. "Why not? And The DEO can help, why not come with me so I can show you that?"

"Well for starters, I don't really trust The DEO, and secondly, no I prefer to stay away from CADMUS, I don't go towards the people that have expirimented on me for years. Heck I was suppose to be dead a long time ago but that grimey wrinkly coot kept reviving me time and time again. Just got lucky to have had made a...friend there that helped me escape." You explained, a distant look crossing your face before meeting with her blue eyes again.

Kara looked at loss for words. "What? But...The DEO won't do that to you. That's not a reason to distrust us....you can trust me, we've been...childhood besties. Always got in trouble together and bother both our father's durning family dinners."

You chuckle light heartedly at the memories. "Man your father was really scary when he got angry, esspecially that one time we've got lost on a strange planet and almost got killed."

Kara laughed. "Yep his face was priceless when aunt Astra took us to him."

Suddenly you snapped back to reality, keeping a close eye on the blonde Kryptonian.

"Come with me please. It can be just like old times." Kara held out her hand, waiting for you to take it, eyes pleading but briefly lingering over your shoulder.

You stared down at her outstreched hand before slowly looking back at her face.

Suddenly you spun to the side, grabbing the person that have tried to sneak up on you from behind, a starled yelp falling from their lips.

"Do you honestly think I wouldn't sense someone sneaking up on me princessa?" You growled against her ear as you held her in a choke hold from behind, their hands on your arm to attempt escape.

"A-Alex?! (Y/N) Please don't hurt her." Kara begged, a tad of fear in her that you might hurt her.

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Just gonna leave it on cliffhanger😏suffer a little. Just have to make a choice now where I want to take it from here. The next part have me like😏😏not sure when I'll be done with the next part but I'm trying to make it a soon as possible.

#alex danvers x reader #supergirl imagine #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagines #alex danvers imagines

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 4 years

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Hello Internet, welcome to GAME THEORY, where instead of putting a joke here I want to ask you a question. It's time to talk UNDERTALE.

Now I don't think I've ever gotten this many requests to cover a theory, (no requests times no requests is still no requests.) Anyway, across my tumblr dashboard, NO ONE has asked for this. And honestly, I'm disappointed. True loyal theorists will know that Undertale is my favorite game of all time.

Undertale is a game where every character, from goat mom to grind fodder has a sympathetic design and a unique personality, motivations, goals, fears. Whether you're saving or slaughtering them, the game makes you feel something every time you enter an encounter. But to me, one character stood out amongst all the rest. SANS. A skeleton named after the font, Comic Sans. ANYWAYS, Sans is, well, there's a lot of mystery around this guy. And before we get into it, let me put up a very special spoiler warning: UNDERTALE is a game best experienced blind. So if you haven't played it, pause your reading of this and come back after you've finished. I PROMISE YOU, I PROMISE you won't regret it. Alright, so everyone out of the pool and ready for the adult swim? Good. Because I'm feeling pretty determined to get to the bottom of Sans' mystery. So just to recap for those of you who haven't played the game and ignored the SPOILER WARNING, or just need a refresher, Sans is one of the two skeletal brothers who appears in the game. His partner is Papyrus, a loud, goofy trap lover also named after a font. But in the world of Undertale their origins are a big question mark. All you really know is what's given to us by a shopkeeper in Snowdin, who explains that Sans and Papyrus, quote, “just showed up one day and asserted themselves.” Weird, right? What's more is that, well, Papyrus is just kinda the goofy sidekick. Sans is much more complex.

He likes fart jokes, but he's also incredibly powerful and deadly serious. Not only is his boss battle the hardest in the game, he's one of the only characters who has knowledge and power over space and time. He can take shortcuts around the world through ridiculous routes. Even is walking through walls. He also acknowledges that he's only one of infinite versions of himself, making self-aware commentary of the various timelines that you've played through in the game. He can even count the number of times he's killed you. He acts like an arbiter of this world, passing out judgements on the player's actions in the game, even explaining the secrets of EXP and LOVE, or EXECUTION POINTS and LEVELS OF VIOLENCE, just to clarify. In short, he just doesn't quite fit in with the rest of the world of monsters. But then, what, or who, is he? Well, the idea that he doesn't belong in the underworld seems to be correct.

The evidence seems to point to the fact that he WAS, in fact, formerly a surface dweller. In the true pacifist ending of the game, as the group looks out onto the horizon, Papyrus asks Sans about the giant ball in the sky. Sans says, quote, “we call that the sun.” This is important because A, the usage of the word WE, and knowledge of the sun shows that Sans has a kinship or knowledge with other humans, and B, that despite he and Papyrus both being skeletons, or, supposedly, brothers, and apparently appeared in underworld at the same time, they CLEARLY have two very different histories. Why would Papyrus not know the name of the sun but Sans would?

We get further clues to Sans' origins as we hear him say multiple times he wants to "go home" or "go back." He says as much during his dinner date scene at the Mettaton hotel. He notices that the player wants to go home and says, quote, "I know the feeling." He then continues, "maybe sometimes it's better to take what's given to you." As though he ended up in the underworld by accident. AND in a genocide run during his boss fight he says, quote, "look, I gave up trying to go back a long time ago." End quote. And before you say he means going back to the surface world, that's clearly not the full story. His very next line of dialogue is, "and getting to the surface doesn't really appeal anymore either." Key word here is “EITHER.” Yes, he seems to hail from the surface and wants to go back, but based on his dialogue he no longer considers it his home. It's as though the surface world he once knew is gone, as though he's from a different time. It's pretty intriguing. So we're left with a being that appeared out of nowhere, presumably from being from the human surface, but from a different time period, who seemingly has the power to teleport. That's a lot of questions and not a lot of answers.

But here's where things get REALLY interesting. Sans has a hidden workshop that takes a fair amount of searching to find. You could say it takes a lot of DETERMINATION to unlock. Anyways, obligatory determination references aside, as you start to look for this easter egg Sans gives you a key to his room and says "it's time you learn the truth." After some searching you find the workshop which contains items that leave even more questions. A photo album featuring Sans and a bunch of smiling people you don't recognize, a badge, blueprints with illegible handwriting, and a broken machine hidden behind a curtain. In the latest update, one more detail was added. A hand-drawn picture of 3 smiling faces with the words “don't forget.”

So, what does it all mean? Well a lot of Undertale theorists have been linking these details to a feature to a character named W.D Gaster. A ghostly character who never truly appears in the game. Honestly, covering him is a theory all unto itself, and probably one best saved for another day. Even still, none of the Gaster theories I've seen have been able to explain all the details. In particular, the photo album, and the badge. And that's what kept nagging me as I researched Undertale. A badge? That one in particular really stuck out to me. Why would such an oddly specific item to be hidden in the huge easter egg of a room? Something that supposedly reveals the truth about Sans? Badges just aren't important in Undertale. Then it hit me. What if this badge isn't from Undertale? What if this badge is from a completely different series? And was, in fact, the most important badge in the history of gaming? One of the Iskall patreon badges.

Now, for those of you wondering what I'm talking about, the Iskall Patreon Badges are a pivotal item from Iskall’s patreon. You know, the one on Hermitcraft. Anyway, the Iskall Patreon Badges are a really important part of Iskall’s character. So I asked myself; what if the badge in Sans' drawer was ONE OF THOSE EXACT badges? Well first off, it made Undertale connected to my favorite youtuber, thereby making it even COOLER, but that's still a pretty big logical leap. I needed more. Let me tell you, as I started looking, more and more pieces started to fit into place.

In Hermitcraft Season 6, there are three Architechs. (This was before Stress joined in season 7.) These 3 were Iskall, Grian and MumboJumbo. And what does Sans happen to have in his other drawer? A photo album with pictures of Sans with people you don't recognize. Of course you don't know them, they're not characters present in Undertale. And note the word that's used here, PEOPLE you don't recognize. Not underworld monsters. So that's 2 items oddly linked to the Hermitcraft series.

But then, how do the blueprints and broken machine fit in? Well, in the final stretch of Hermitcraft, Iskall is the only one who hasn’t died since the Demise game, so he sells his own body to the highest bidder. Except, it comes with a cost. Everyone is poor. As a result, and with the help of ImpulseSV, the Architechs (minus Mumbo,) are forced to finally kill Iskall, ending his streak since the beginning of demise. I watched this episode in 2020 and I'm not ashamed to admit that when I first saw this scene, I cried. It's DEVASTATING.

Iskall says goodbye to his friends, his co-workers, this character you've grown to love and care about is suddenly promising to sacrifice his life. For all he knows, there is no possibility of him being able to come back after his Demise. It's this incredibly dark departure in the final moments of what was otherwise a fun, quirky, and colorful Season 6.

So what does all of this have to do with Undertale? A LOT, actually. But the first thing you need to know is that the hermits are known for their, let's say, unique written linguistic style.

That would explain the illegible handwriting on the blueprints. And the machine? I think a broken infinity portal is behind that curtain. Now that may seem like a stretch, but it actually explains a lot.

If Sans wound up in Undertale via whacky infinity portal hyjinx, it could provide a reason for why he's a skeleton. He used the machine as organic matter and suffered the consequences. Not killing him, but turning at least a part of him into a pile of bones. That could also explain why Sans has given up hope for going home. Remember the infinity portal is a time machine. By being in the underworld, he's not only in a different place, but based on how he talks, he's also in a different time, with no hope of travelling back to the time he came from. This could theoretically happen. It turned Scar into a wizard and completely disintegrated Welsknight, so the rules are… Flimsy at best.

But the crossovers between Hermitcraft and Undertale continue. In Grian’s episode, (EDIT IN TIMESTAMP) he mentions he’s amazed that Iskall only escaped his demise with a lost arm. He says Iskall had “a lot of determination to not die for real,” and that he’s going to continue to study this. Seems awfully similar to the same experiments happening in Undertale around the trait of determination, no? Especially since so much has shown that Sans was a key player in those experiments.

But I'm sure you also want physical evidence right? Well don't worry, because I have plenty. Take a look at Iskall and Sans side by side. Iskall’s left eye is replaced with a diamond loupe. Sans’ left eye glows blue when he’s mad. Both have extremely chill yet are known for their jokes and, dare I say, laugh.

In short, we have some incredibly strong proof that the Hermitcraft Cinematic Universe, (HCU) is somehow connected to the Undertale world, which brings us back to our initial question, WHO IS SANS?

Well, what if we took it one final step and said that Sans happened to be Iskall from Hermitcraft? Sent through the Infinity Portal at the end of season 6 to go to Season 7, carrying an Iskall Patreon Badge and his photo album. Not only do all the items in the workshop suddenly fit, but so does Sans’ behavior.

Remember, Sans can seemingly travel extremely quickly. And Iskall just happens to have an elytra, a device that allows people to travel hundreds of metres extremely quickly. This even explains why Sans bleeds when you finally hit him. He is, or at least, WAS, a human.

Oh and finally, Sans shares two out of five letters with the name Iskall. That's just a fun one. I thought it was worth mentioning.

But if there was any doubt, we have to look no further than the creator's previous work. Toby Fox, the man behind Undertale is actually DocM77, the creator of every hermit (besides Scar.) Now, if Toby Fox, the creator of Undertale, is also DocM77, creator of Iskall, we know they will most definitely share a universe. Which brings us back to Undertale. 2 faces, with “don't forget” written on it? It's Iskall, trying to remember his 2 friends. In short, Undertale is a continuation of Toby’s version of Hermitcraft Season 6, with Iskall never being able to get home, adopting the name Sans. The pieces all just seem to fit. Now all we need is an appearance from Ethoslab and we’ve got ourselves a true sequel.

But hey, that's just a theory. A GAME THEORY! THANKS FOR WATCHING!

#hcraft #hermitcraftheadcanons #iskall85 #iskall #TheScience!#posted 11.05.20 #long post #please note this is literally a copy paste of the actual script #with some changes #but yeah actual cred to Matt on this one

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Real talk..(needed to vent, feel free to not read this if you don't like long rants)

When i was 11 years old i had already been through my fair share of crap. Coming from a "broken" home with little money, a depressed mother and an absent father. At that time i remember being bullied as a biproduct of my sister stoping one of her classmates (a 13 year old girl) from traveling half accross the contry to meet her 19 year old boyfriend who she'd met online for the first time.. under the pretence that she was traveling to visit my dad with my big sister. This all ended with the police stoping the train and picking the girl up before she reached her destination and everyone didn't have to suffer through the ordeal with a minor being raped or worse by a yound adult in a strange city..anyway. when the summer ended and we (me and my two siblings) gor back home, all these rumors spread about us and school became tricky. I got used to it tho, i had my friends and i quickly learned to keep close to teachers whenever i was alone. At the home front my mom became sick and the kids got a lot of grown up responsibilities. It was okay too.. kids get used to a lot, and today im a wizz in the kitchen and i clean with the best of them.

My mother had a temper, and would hit us when we did something wrong. I remember trying to cover for my siblings as much as possible, trying to shield them from the worst of it. Don't get me wrong, i LOVE my mother. She's been through hell and her sroty is worse than anything i've ever heard of. I understand what happened when i grew up and i love her because she allways did her best.. but i haven't forgiven her for making my home unsafe. At 11 years old one of my teachets notised that i had a hard time with my schoolwork. They couldn't get me to focus on my work and i was distracted by anything. I remember the letters mixing up as i read, and it became impossible to do my homework because no one could see the letters moving like i could. The teached contacted my mom and my stepfather and told them he'd talk to a specialist about me maybe having ADHD. The next week my mom dropped me off at the specialist and i got tested in every subject known to man. As usuall i exelled at language, history and music. But everything else was a bit off, i remember hearing him telling my mom that it couldn't be HDHD because my memory was too good. But refered her to a doctor for more tests. The ordeal took another week before my mother came to pick me up at lunch one day and told me we had to go to the hospital.

I had a thyroid condition that firsly was almost non-exsistent, and secoundly was unheard of in someone my age. They took blood, and sent me to get an MR and CT. When all the tests came back, we got the good news that i wouldn't die if they treated it quickly. But since i was still waiting for normal bodyparts to arrive, and hadn't gone through puberty yet.. he had no idea where to start. I don't remember the name of the medication, but i remember taking 15 a day. 5 in the morning, 5 when i got home from school and 5 before bed. I took them and 39 minutes later i was sprinting to the bathroom puking my guts out. This obviously didn't work in the long run and by the end of it i was so skinny you could see my teeth through my cheeks. They changed my meds and i stopped with the hurling. Instead i gained about 30 kg in the first 6 months and looked like a beach ball on legs. And as a kid being bullied, this wasn't that fun. Let me remind you that this had been going on for a while and tho my mom did what she could.. the was depressed and didn't see how bad it got for me and all the responsibilities i had at home made me dissapear in the day-to-day of it all. Alone and scared as the bullying became physical I panicked and stoped taking my meds, and all my symptoms came back. I would sleep for 14 hours and wake up exhausted. I'd go full days without getting hungry and i'd get moodswings and get real clumsy. My family got used to this and the symptoms stoped being symptoms and started being "just me".

So now i'd wake up and have to care for my siblings, go to school without lunch for myself because i had to make it for my siblings, or forgetting to shower because i had to remind my brother to do it. I get off the buss and get my ass kicked on my way to the classroom. Some days i'd get through it and come home to start dinner for my family, and other times the bullying sent me to the ER to get stitched up (i didn't have to make dinner on those days). This happened often enough that the doctor knew me by my first name, and instead of "how did you hurt yourself?) I'd get "Again!? When the nurses came to get me. One day i slept for 16 hours and my mother confronted me about my weightloss and asked if i'd been taking my meds. I came clean and a few hours at the doctors office and one frustrating car ride later. I'd promissed to take my pills again, but by that point i had ruined my body enough to never get better. So at 15 years old the doctors decided that they'd treat my thyroid with radioactive iodine. This worked great and killed the thyroid gland, making me dependend on meds for the rest of my life.

For anyone who don't know, the thyroid gland is responsible for your bodys metabolism. This means everything... your metabolism is a part of every funktion of every organ in your entire body, tho we usually think about how fast you burn fat because this is what we see on the outside.

We did our best, and we got through it. I had a safe place with my best friend and his family. And i'd escape there as often as i could. His mother would remind me to take my meds, she'd let me shower at their place and when she realised that i never ate at school she started packing lunch for me to send with her son every day.

I don't think i'd survive and be the person i am today without them. I remember the day i finally told them what was going on at home when i grew up, at this point i had grown up and moved away from home. I had started opening up to people i trusted and understood the power of talking about my problems. i never ment it as a "why didn't you see".. im thankful for my life, even the bad pars, but i needed them to know how much they saved me. To understand how much i love them all. I'll keep their reactions to myself, but i'll tell you that i have never felt more treasured in my life.

I was 22 years old the first time someone told me that I never deserved the abuse at home. I was 25 years old when i told my mother i forgave her for the physical stuff, but that i couldn't forgive her for stealing my feeling of home and safety. And i was today years old when i wrote it down for anyone to see.

I've been taking my meds for about 17 years now, but I have yet to actually get a normal metabolism. My last stunt was that i suddenly didn't need that much medicine so my metabolism speed up to lifethreatening speed and i had to endure panic attacks, dizziness, lack of consentration and shaking so bad that i almost quit school and almost sent me into a brainfailure (yes thats a thing) over the summer. My doctors paniced and reduced my meds so much that i didn't get nearly enough. This ended with me loosing weight, not eating, shaking, being sick and passing out all over the place, and almost sent me into a life threatening coma as my body overcompensated for the loss of thyroid hormones. My dad said something i've never heard my family say before. We were eating dinner last weekend and i was having a bad day when he told me "its painful to watch you struggle like this". And i almost cried, this was the first time in forever that a parent told me that they see me. And now i'm finally starting to get back to where im used to.

I have skipped a lot of stuff that happened. Some things i don't think i'll ever talk about, and some things that are too personal or too painful or too stupid to write down. But i needed to work through the new stuff, to reflecr back and to realise how close i came to loosing my life again this year. How lucky i am that i not only held on for dear life, but that with all the crap i felt. All the sickness and panic and everything. I managed to finish this semester at school. I managed to survive again, and im 6 months away from reaching my goal of allways being able to help when im needed. I am so proud of myself for getting to where i am today. And im so thankful!!

#my story #its a long one #im strong #i smile #student #nurselife #im okay

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