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stellar-constellations · 2 months

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i see u pleading for an andrew request so IM GONNA DELIVER 😼 what if. academic to lovers college au where y/n and andrew get assigned to a group project or smth (ion get how college works YET) and it’s actually really fluffy?? like maybe slightly yandere andrew where’s he’s a lil possessive but nothing too toxic that would scare a girl away irl.,.. okay that’s my idea good luck 🤧

Yandere! Andrew Graves x Reader (College AU)

Wordcount: 1,500+ words

Andrew and you had the same history class and your professor paired the two of you up to research about WWI and create a presentation for class. You couldn’t use the internet for research, so you had to resort to digging around the city's library.

Andrew was a bit annoyed at first for this project. He preferred working alone, it made it so others wouldn’t get in his way while working and so he could have all his work credited for.

Andrew quickly grew to respect you when you actually took the project serious instead of placing the work on him because he was smart, or just goofing off and not contributing. He respected that you could work efficiently at a decent-pace, but also you could have fun too. You could crack harmless jokes, and you could make something as boring as studying entertaining and fun while still taking your deadline and work seriously.

Andrew quickly breaks out of his shell with you. You just have some sort of aura that draws him to you, he can't help but laugh at your jokes or guide you through the books with him.

By the end of the first study session, Andrew leaves feeling happy to spend his time researching with you, and a bit sad that he has to wait until tomorrow to see you again.

The next day, you both go back to the library to research some more material for your project. You gather up what books you want to dissect today, sitting down at a table with Andrew to study, but he seems a bit distracted now.

Andrew's eyes drift from the pages to you repeatedly, he couldn't read a full page without looking at you twice, which made your work less efficient.

"Are you okay?" you finally questioned. Andrew seemed surprised that you caught him, his green eyes flickering in surprise, before he cleared his throat. "Um... yeah. I'm just thirsty." He lied. "Hey, do you want a drink? There's a coffee shop not too far from the here. We can continue studying there?" he suggested. "Sure." You smiled, seeing no harm in it.

Andrew looked relieved that you accepted his proposal. You both gathered your materials and books, walking together to the library. Andrew stayed walking on the side of the road, a silent act of chivalry that you probably wouldn't have noticed if you weren't observing him to see if he was alright.

When you got to the coffee shop and ordered your drinks, Andrew sat next to you in the same booth, your shoulders as he claimed it would be easier to point out what one another is talking about and to hear each other better in this crowded place.

Even though you both had gotten your drinks, Andrew's mind was still somewhere else. He was too busy staring at you, thinking of how pretty you looked with how your hair was done, or how your eyes looked in this coffee shop's lighting, or how you bit your lip slightly when you started to daydream while reading about the boring events going on for your project.

By the end of your second day together, you both had to leave the coffee shop because of how late it got. Andrew was disappointed he had to leave you, but he knew he'd see you tomorrow.

On day three, Andrew woke up early and stopped at the library to check out some books for today's study session. He dropped them off at his apartment, cleaning up his apartment some before walking to class. He sees you and sits next to you during the lecture, making small talk with you before class started.

Andrew and you goofed off a bit during class, but were still pretty productive helping each other out and not being too distracting to your other peers, so your professor allowed you two to stay seated together.

When class was over, Andrew mentioned how he picked up books earlier this morning during a grocery run since the library was just around the corner from him (liar). He said the books were at his apartment and that you both can study at his place.

You agreed. It'd be easier to study someplace where you wouldn't get kicked out for staying too long or for being too loud, and it's also helpful for if you get thirsty or hungry. You and Andrew walked to his apartment together as he walked on the side traffic was.

Andrew almost wrapped his arm around your waist, but felt that it would be too intimate for now (he didn't want to scare you after all!) He instead placed his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side.

When you questioned what he was doing, Andrew leaned down into your ear and spoke: "it's loud out here with the traffic and all, this just makes it easier to hear you."

You ignored it, following him back to his apartment. He unlocked the door and allowed you to step inside, before closing it behind you and locking it. Andrew took you to his bedroom, saying the books were in there.

The books were on his bed as Andrew sat down on it, looking up at you, as if telling you to join him in bed. You did, sitting down next to him and picking up a book to start analyzing. Andrew had a bit of a hard time focusing with you in his room, on his bed, alone with his company. He was able to manage, reading and going over the topics with you.

Andrew played soft jazz music in the background, claiming that the music was around the same time period as the project, so perhaps it'd get them in the mood to keep studying or maybe the lyrics could have something mentioning the project. Either way, the music and all this reading was starting to make you sleepy.

Andrew noticed how your eyes drooped, and how your head started to bounce up and down as you tried to keep yourself away. He hid his smile by hiding his face with his book. Before you could try leaving, you fell asleep on his bed next to him. Andrew noticed, and after a few minutes of making sure you were completely asleep, he placed both of your books down on his dresser, writing today's research papers for the two of you since you were asleep.

Andrew curled up next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he admired your sleeping figure. He kept the jazz music playing in the background, just in case you woke up from him turning it off and so it looked like he fell asleep too when you would eventually wake up.

When you woke up, you were fairly confused and flustered that you had fallen asleep in Andrew's room, and even more flustered once you realized you not only fell asleep in his bed, but his arms too. Andrew stirred awake when you tried to move out of his grasp, realizing you woke up. He apologized (fake, of course) and said that when he sleeps he usually hugs a pillow, so he must've thought you were his pillow when he fell asleep.

It was a reasonable answer, so you accepted the apology and moved on, getting ready for class. In the next few days, you and Andrew were able to finish your project and presentation together, getting a perfect score with each other's help.

Andrew was disappointed that you two couldn't work together on the project together, so he proposed that you two become study buddies and help each other study. You accepted, making Andrew happy that he still got to see you and hang out with you after school alone.

When Andrew left to go back to his parent's apartment, he made sure to call you about the situation at home, the contaminated water and the quarantine and all. He called you everyday, for hours at a time as you both fell asleep on the phone lines.

When Andrew's calls faded all of a sudden, you were pretty concerned for him. He still wasn't in class, and he hadn't called you in almost a week despite your phone calls every day.

It wasn't until you got a knock on your apartment that you saw him. When you opened the door, Andrew rushed in and immediately picked you up, spinning you around in the air as he smiled.

"(Y/N)!" he smiled brightly, his hands on your hips as he spun you in the air happily. "Andrew!" you gasped, a smile making way on your face as you couldn't help but laugh as his actions. "Where have you been? Why haven't you been calling me?" you questioned, your face turning in confusion when you caught the whiff of something metallic on his clothing. "That doesn't matter." He smiled, setting you down on the ground as he looked at you adoringly. You noticed something on his cheek and used your thumb to wipe it off. It was a small blotch of red. Strange... "That doesn't matter anymore. She tried to keep us apart, but I wouldn't let that happen." He spoke, his eyes half-lidded as he stared into your pretty ones. "Nothing matters anymore. I'm here with you now."

Thank you for the request! I'm a huge simp for Andrew (especially yandere) so I had such fun writing this!

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m1ssunderstanding · 2 months

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.4

It's in the paper that Allen Klein was involved in 40+ lawsuits and John doesn't question it? At this point, I feel like he just didn't want to let Paul be right about anything.

My question is who did that work on before? I mean who fucking does business like that? Let alone business with the most successful man in the world.

John's complaining about Paul being too good at his job is both hilarious (what the hell is Paul supposed to do with that) and sad (it shows just how far their musical relationship has degraded from partners to rivals)

How did they lose Northern Songs? Genuinely, if anyone can break it down for me I'd be so grateful. Anyway I'm sure it was devastating for both of them. “Who'd have the children?” “Dick James”.

I know I'm insane, but can I be allowed to see a glimmer of goodness here? I really do think it's John's kinder side winning out when he decides not to lie. Like, yes, he gets a buzz off of watching Paul go white at his words, but I think he also just – in that moment – didn't have the heart to trick Paul into staying.

But also. Why are we trying to maneuver Paul at all if the end game is for John to leave? It just doesn't make sense to try to trick Paul into signing the contract unless John's divorce threat is at the very least not meant to be final.

I will never understand this picture. Even in the emotional state he's in, he's still hamming it up? There is something seriously wrong with this man.

I do find it interesting that the fact that Paul cried his eyes out after that meeting isn't even mentioned in the doc. I wonder why.

Let's put the bizarre, super-warped timeline in this quote aside for a minute. Apparently the depression started after Brian died and it lasted for about two years and John was still in it during Pepper. Okay. That aside . . .

I have to assume this negative lense on what I can only assume means the period between 66 and 68 is highly influenced by hindsight bias. I agree that John was depressed at the time, in an unhappy marriage, doing too much LSD, etc and that looking at Paul's prolific talent and expansive , fast-paced life would have been maddening. But everyone go back to the end of part one really quick. He looks extremely happy. He sounds extremely happy. Everyone who knows him says he's never been happier. I think he just can't accept right now that there was so much good and he's lost it.

“I look from the wings at the play you are staging . . . I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love.”

Insanity quote Hall of Fame. Paul explaining why the Beatles just had to break up, obviously, because he and John "didn't marry the same girl." Someone write the fic where John and Paul both marry the same girl. Could be Yoko or Linda. Sister trad wives au.

Okay, cool, so this means I have full permission to interpret and tin hat about any lyrics I want then, right?

But also. Are we just not going to talk about the fact that Paul dumped a bucket of garbage water and punched this person? And are we not mentioning the depression and alcoholism and heroin abuse during this time?

It's so embarrassing how he looks to her for confirmation here. John, they asked you what you think. Just you. Not some complicated definition. Not Yoko's definition. Just your own thoughts.

“I couldn't wait for them to make up their mind about peace or whatever. About committing themselves.” Yeah, John. You sound real committed to peace. Or whatever. Here's a theory that anyone can shoot down if they want: John asked Paul for some kind of commitment (a friendship wedding, a partnership contract, a mutual wanking pledge) in India and Paul was a chicken about it.

What was that day like, I wonder? I imagine extremely stiff and professional and horrid. But who knows. Maybe it was nice, and maybe that made everything worse.

I will go to my death believing that instant karma was for Paul.

Do we think John actually did send Paul “about twenty postcards from Denmark” all covered in hearts none of which Paul responded to? Paul could be just as cruel in his lack of reaction as John was in his over reaction.

I'm sorry but that is not what a man says when he's just lying to the press to buy time for business. That's what a man says to the press when he's trying desperately to communicate with someone who he can't get through to any other way.

But really, I just don't understand why the creator chose to minimize Paul's emotional response to John's divorce statement. If we don't see him bawling his eyes out and losing the will to live, he comes off like a self-assured, uncaring, jerk. Which. To be fair. John didn't see those things, and that is exactly what John thought of Paul during this time. But still. The audience now comes away from this doc with a skewed view.

All we get is Paul being pissed off about Phil Spector butchering Let it Be without his consent and John and George trying to change McCartney's release date without his consent. Which are both a) understandable and b) strong, male, angry reactions. Making this section portray Paul in the same one-dimensional hyper-masculine way that John so often is. Which isn't my favorite. But hey, it's my only complaint about this doc so far.

Anyway, update: I won't be able to do part three until it gets reuploaded, so we're on hiatus for this project for the time being.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

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wordstome · 5 months

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Single Dad!König (Dream Daddy au)

(+ a bit of Ghost under the cut)

Thank you to everyone who indulged (said exactly what I asked them to say 😅) me.

Here’s the paragraph I wrote:

I imagine his heart sinking when Ava comes home sad and quiet, unwilling to look her dad in the eye. He recognizes what that means: that used to be him as a kid. His worst fears are confirmed when Ava admits she's being harassed by a boy at school, replaced by anger when Ava says her teachers simply shrugged and told her that boys will be boys, and has she considered that maybe he just has a crush on her? Needless to say, by the time König's walking out of that school, nobody will ever be hurting his little girl ever again. Honestly, one glimpse of Ava's dad by her classmates will keep her free from bullying for the rest of her life.

Now here’s a bit more about single dad König, namely, how he came to be a dad…and single :( Angst and death tw ahead (nothing graphic)

With Ghost, I said he would only have had Caden due to an accident, because of Simon’s previous trauma involving his family. He was firmly in the mindset that he would die in the field, he’s just not built for civilian life anymore, he's a danger to everyone who loves him. However, when Caden shows up at his doorstep, all he can think about is Tommy and his nephew Joseph when he looks at the boy. He probably does his best to get Caden sent to a different family member, but let’s suspend our disbelief that any responsible social worker would leave a kid with Simon “Ghost” Riley for a moment and say that the social worker is like “It’s you or the foster care system.” Realistically, Simon would probably be like “foster care is safer than living with me” but for the purposes of the AU, he took the kid in.

With König, he doesn’t have the same trauma/hangups regarding kids and family. He’s in the same boat as Simon: he’s a human weapon, and can’t function properly in civilian life. For König, his work is an outlet and keeps him stable. I’m gonna have to sit down and make a proper post about my König’s character (Alexander), but for my König, violence is a method of regulating his emotions and a way to manage his anxiety. Having power and being hyper competent in the field is key to his mental stability. However, I think he would be able to settle down, it would just take a very patient, special woman. (For the purposes of the AU his first partner is AFAB she/her.) Here’s where I start breaking hearts… 🤭

In Dream Daddy au, König considers his first wife the love of his life. She deeply understood him as a person and wasn’t afraid of him, even when he was socially awkward and intimidating. They were honestly kindred spirits: both of them had their neuroses and flaws, but instead of trying to fix each other or mold the other into some ideal partner, they accepted each other and thus were able to grow together. (And tbh they were already a match made in heaven anyway.) König’s wife never asked him to quit, and was completely ready to raise a child with him frequently being gone. She was a badass woman, and she really, really wanted to start a family with him, so they had Ava.

For three years, König was probably the happiest he’s been in a long time, and if you asked him he’d probably say it was the happiest time in his life. He was moving up the ranks at work, his mental health was in check, and he had a wife and adorable little daughter to go home to every leave. He started planning to transfer to a safer/more stable position, because as much as the military has done for him, he’s ready to step up as a father and a husband. Then he gets a call that changes his life forever, and suddenly he doesn’t get a choice anymore.

(I'm eternally sorry to the little fictional people I made up in my head because I entertained the idea of putting the Brooklyn 99 "Guess who got murdered!" gif here...)

One thing y'all need to know about my man Alexander is that he is the embodiment of "I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul-crushing devotion." His problem is that he never had devotion before his wife: he craved it like a starving man, and it engulfed him like water flowing into a basin when he got it. He had it for a handful of years (I'm thinking 6 but that's a flexible number), and now it's gone again. You know in movies when something horrible happens and they cut all the noise and there's just a high pitched ringing sound? That's König getting that phone call.

God. All I can imagine is König dropping everything and taking the next flight home. He’s in a daze, in a way that he’s never quite been before. His mind is finally quiet, but the emptiness is not peaceful. Then he finally sees his little girl, she runs into his arms, and the dam bursts. He just holds her and cries. He’s numb, a dead man walking throughout all the business that needs to be taken care of after his wife’s death. The only thing that brings him back to the land of the living is Ava. She’s so small, so sweet, and she doesn’t really understand what death means: all she knows is that her mama’s gone somewhere, and her dad is so, so sad all the time. She’s all that keeps him going, and the only reason he keeps himself alive.

By the time you come into his life, it’s been several years, but Ava is still a little girl. She doesn’t remember her mother at all except what König tells and shows her, because he’s determined to keep her memory alive. König’s been slowly rebuilding who he is as a person from whatever scraps are left. There’s a gaping hole inside him, and he’s reconstructed himself around the hole. In some ways he’s a totally new man, in other ways, he’s gone back to who he was before his wife came along. He’s bitter and angry at the way his life has treated him just as he was as a young man, but now he’s swallowed up by guilt and self loathing. He's gotten better at coping and functioning as the years have passed and life has continued on, but his grief has never really gone away.

(alexa, play "right where you left me" by taylor swift)

#HERE BUCCA GOES WRITING ESSAYS ABOUT A FICTIONAL MAN AGAIN #i spared you guys the 2 extra paragraphs about König’s changed perspective on death and mortality #könig #konig #könig cod #konig cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #dream daddy au

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mint-yooxgi · 1 month

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One Love - Mingi X Reader

Part of the CODN Spring Event - The Language of Flowers

Genre: Mature, Angst, Non-idol!AU

Pairing: Mingi X GN!Reader

Words: 1,129

Rating: E for Everyone :)

Warnings: Big Sad, I don't want to spoil the reveal but it's angsty.

A/n: Thought I would take the meaning of this flower prompt and give it a little twist, so I really hope you enjoy! I'm still on hiatus, but it's nice to take a break once in a while to write something different for a change. I might have a few more of these up my sleeve, so stay tuned! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

Summary: The ones we love never truly leave us, do they?

Yellow Tulip - Unrequited or One Sided Love

Listen to: One Love - Marianas Trench for the full effect.

The soft brush of grass beneath his feet echoes alongside a gentle breeze which ruffles the leaves of the few trees surrounding him. The air is cool against his skin, chilling his bones despite the brilliant warmth the sun’s rays provide. A few clouds drift lazily through the sky as he trudges along the path, his head downcast and expression sombre.

“Today of all days…” Mingi sighs, pausing momentarily in his steps to squeeze his eyes shut.

Shaking his head, Mingi reaches up to pinch at the bridge of his nose while pushing up his glasses. The familiar sting of tears builds behind his eyes, sniffling lightly as the scents of spring assault his nose. He can feel the pollen of fresh buds from his garden still tickling his nose, the subtle sound of birdsong filling the empty space around him. Various bouquets line the dirt path around him, and their vibrant colours only serve as a beacon for him as he blinks his gaze back open.

He lets his hand fall back to his side.

Slowly, steadily, he continues on down the path until he finally reaches where you are waiting for him.

Where you’ve always been, and will always be waiting for him.

He checks his watch, smiling softly to himself.

“Made it just in time.” He hums, shifting his gaze towards you.

Mingi swallows thickly as you remain silent. Not that he had been expecting you to answer him, anyways.

“I missed you.” His throat works as he swallows, wishing you would look at him one last time. “Maybe it’s better to say that I miss you. I still do.”

Again, you don’t respond, not even being able to acknowledge that he’s there.

His one hand tightens on the bundle of flowers in his grip.

“I kept thinking about what I would say to you when I came today, but now that I’m here, everything I had planned keeps slipping my mind.” He chuckles lightly, bringing his free hand up to rub at his nose, sniffling gently. “There’s so much I want to tell you, that I want you to see, but I know that’s impossible now. There is nothing I can say to you that will bring you back to me.”

You continue to remain silent, unable to respond. You haven’t been able to respond to him in a long time.

Not since the day you left him behind.

His eyes squeeze shut, the tears he had desperately been fighting back finally spilling over his cheeks. Another shaky breath escapes him, chest stuttering with each inhale as he falls to his knees before you, wishing you could just simply look at him one last time.

All that stares back at him is a grave.

“I wish you were here.” He chokes out, voice stained as he clings that bundle to his chest. “I wish I could give you these in person.”

His hands tighten on the yellow tulips he holds so desperately.

“You’d probably smack me with them, given their meaning.” He lets out a pained filled laugh. “You were always good at that: picking out different flowers and telling me what they meant. I know I acted like I hated it, but I miss our yearly visits to the botanical gardens. It’s why today is so special-“ his voice catches as another tear falls down his cheek. “We’d always go for coffee before walking through all the flowers. You’d always point out your favourites to me, and then act surprised whenever I would bring you him bouquets of them just to see you smile.”

A brief pause as the breeze drifts passed.

“It just isn’t the same without you, now.”

Softly, Mingi settles himself onto the ground before your grave.

“I know these aren’t like the red roses I brought you last year,” he begins, his throat working as he struggles to get out the words, “but I wanted to bring you these, not just for you, but for me.”

The bundle of flowers are placed gently onto the bottom of your grave. The stark yellow of their petals contrasts the simple red string tied around them to keep them together, Mingi making sure they’re settled perfectly before pulling his hands away.

“You were always so proud of our front garden-“ his throat constricts, a fresh wave of tears stinging at his eyes. “I took up looking after it when you left. I could never bring myself to get rid of it. I always have a piece of you at home with me, now. Though, I will admit, the tulips are a new edition.”

Another airy laugh leaves him, the sound full of longing and pain.

“It’s been years since you’ve been gone, but I could never forget you. I’ve tried to move on, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t.” He swallows. “I won’t.”

His eyes shine as he stares at your grave, reaching out to place his hand on top of the stems, directly over that red string tying them together.

“I will never stop loving you, even if you can no longer love me back.” He whispers, his gaze falling to those yellow flowers. “Not in this life, or even in the next.”

Mingi takes a deep breath in, attempting to steady his nerves.

“No one will ever come close to being you; you’re all that I want, all that I’ve ever needed.” His hand tightens over the stems. “I miss your laughter, and the way we could just share a look and both have the other in stitches. I miss your smile, and how you used to look at me. There is nothing in this world that could ever come close to that look of love on your face whenever I caught you staring at me, and I only wish I could see you one last time-”

His words get caught in his throat, bringing his free hand up to cover the lower half of his face.

“There is no me if there is no you.” Mingi chokes out, voice strained and muffled.

He collapses forward, his shoulders slumping as his body shakes with more sobs.

“Come back to me.” He begs, desperate and broken. “Come back to me, so I can hold you in my arms and have you tell me that everything will be okay.”

Tears spill over his cheeks, flooding the earth below as he attempts to reach out to you one last time. In any and every way he can.

“I can’t keep living like this.” His breath stutters as he attempts to calm himself despite the deathly longing that settles within his very core. “I need you here with me. I can’t do this alone!”

His heart squeezes painfully inside his chest..

“Please…”

#cultofdionysusnet #code: spring24 #mingi x reader #mingi scenarios #mingi drabble #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez drabble #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop drabble

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factual-fantasy · 7 months

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I HAS 25 ASK :}}}}}🍤

@nihilityart Thank you! And,

@cherrycreamfairy

I am now! Some kind of ice and fire guys? They look neat :}}

For me clothed VS unclothed is the same as Civilized VS uncivilized. Or perhaps Intelligent VS unintelligent..? Captain Barnacles VS a salmon. The very humanoid Captain polar bear is gonna wear clothes and the lil fish guy just gonna swim around and be a fish XD

@beryl-shade

I'm thinking that the Cupcake Factory and Mazercise were never built following Chica's decommission.. the only thing that remains of her is the small party stage her and Freddy used to preform on. :(

Proud :}

Well, my Jevil gains the power create mirrors and walk through them into other AUs and timelines. So maybe his power matches up?? I'm not familiar with that Kefka character <XD

Glamrock Foxy still suffers from baby disease XD He may be bigger then Chica and Freddy, but they can still push him around fairly easily.

I also imagine becuase he's so light he can easily be picked up by the other Glamrocks. Poor Foxy can never catch a break XDD

Also Swap Foxy would never pick up OG Foxy. He couldn't do that to him man he knows the pain all too well <XD

Freddy would be really sad seeing Bonnie like that. He doesn't even have to ask anyone what's up with him. He knows that Bonnie cant handle constant activity, noise and lights. He's just not programmed with that kind of processing power. After every performance back in the day, Freddy was the first one check on Bonnie and get him to his room if he was wiped out.

And he was always the last to speak with him after he emerged from his room. Waiting for Bonnie to talk to him first when he was ready.

Seeing him like this now.. so.. hollow. It just breaks his heart. He can tell just by looking at him that no one has treated Bonnie right or attended to his needs in any way. For years. He wouldn't take any of Bonnies rudeness or sarcasm personally. It would bounce right off him because he knows why Bonnie is saying those things and he means none of it.

If Glamrock Freddy was in the swap AU, he would completely leave Bonnie alone. He wouldn't talk to him or address him in anyway. Buuuut maybe he would hover nearby. To be there to give Bonnie an escape from any given situation or if he happens to need someone or something, Freddy would be there to help.

But still. Never talk to him or look at him. Bonnie doesn't need any more things to process.. :(

Thanks for ask! Don't be shy to send more, I love getting them! :DD

As for the perfect sandwich? Oooo that's a good question. Uhhmmmm.... hmm.. Well, tbh I'm kind'a craving a cursed PB&J with cheetos in the middle ngl..

Oh! Or maybe a sandwich with toasted bread and some mayo, turkey, Ham and cheese?? Its kind'a basic but man does that sound good right about now XD

@ocinstituterep

I imagine it works much like the show/real boy scouts. There's not really any major changes I can think of..

I mean, I guess in my AU Professor Natquik was probably the main polar scout leader- or maybe even the founder of the polar scouts?? Or at the very least he could have been a beloved polar scout leader for like.. 20-30 years or something before he dipped and went to the Antarctic. That's all I can think of <XD

@youlikwjazz004

Thank you! I'm having a ton of fun drawing this Deltarune stuff so far! I'm doing a ton of world building on it and I have another set of drawings to post right after this ask post goes up! :}}

As for Jevil's lore, I made this post that talks about his lore thus far. But the post I'm going to make after this kind'a overwrites that so be on the look out XD

They grew up on the Octopod yes. And I don't think its a thing of child labor XD I imagine that all the Octonauts can cook for themselves. The Vegimals are just very eager to help out and they love to cook! Its become their way of helping out around the ship because they want to help. But they can stop when ever- no one is forcing them to be their cooks or even live there. They can leave when ever they want! But they choose not to because they love the crew and they love to cook!

Actually, google says that Barnacles is from Northern Canada. Something about a decorative banner he has labeled "MV Manitoba", which is a reference to the province of Manitoba..?

Which I guess if he is from Northern Canada, that banner and wheel is the only Canadian thing he brought to the Octopod.? XD

Thank you so much!! :DDD

@nervousdiplomatpalacehorse

YOOO I JUST WATCHED THE TEASER FOR IT!! THATS SO COOL??? I'M EXCITED NOW THAT I KNOW ABOUT IT XDD

And King Resh you say? Ooooo, I like that name :00 And yeah, boy his design sure is spooky <XDD

@ariisonfire (Post in question)

SKKJDKJSFKJ SORRY! That probably didn't feel great-- <XD But don't worry I had no idea your character existed when I made blue Grillby so I'm not copying! XD

@octonauts16

I've seen that floating around. I don't have much of an opinion on it myself. I just hope the fans are satisfied with it :0

@shaziztrazh

I have actually! I watched Elvis the Alien review it on YouTube XDD

WAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH THATS SO SWEET WAAAA💖😭✨🍤💖 As for your questions!!-- XDD

1: In the partial swap with Gregory.. I imagine there was a moment like in the classic AU where Monty and Foxy sat down with Chica and told her that Freddy was gone. She probably got some old posters and pointed Freddy out to Gregory. Eventually communicating that she wanted to look for him. In which, they would find him all beat up..

In the true swap, with little Vanessa, I imagine its the same thing. Despite Bonnie taking the place of Freddy, its still Monty and Foxy that sit down and explain Freddy's disappearance. In which again, Chica points out Freddy in the posters to Vanessa and they go find him.

2: I believe in both the Partial and true swap, Freddy and Chica's decommissions happened the same way/for the same reasons as Foxy and Bonnie in the Classic AU.

3: Fazer blast doesn't actually exist in the partial or true swap. In the classic AU Freddy and Chica's attraction was just the main stage and party area. And Bonnie had the Bowling ally and Foxy had Pirates cove.

When the Glamrock era began, Bonnie bowl and Pirates cove were left untouched. Meanwhile Freddy and Chica's roles expanded and they were given Fazer Blast and Mazercise.

In the true and partial swap, that stage and party area are just kind'a.. left there. Maybe sometimes big party's happen and one of the bots come and preform on that old stage.? But mostly the giant stage is used and that old party stage is left to collect dust. Which is a blessing in disguise. I cant imagine the pain the bots would feel preforming on that stage where their friends once stood..

As for Bonnie bowl, yeah it was expanded big time. And is way more decked out than it was before. As for the Pizzaplex its name is still the same. But I imagine the logo looks a bit different :0

@tisgoodthe1st

Thank you so much!! :DDD

@montygatorshusband

I mean, personally? I don't really like it but that's just because I don't ship Fronnie. But hey its not my artwork so its not really any of my business-

@awoogic

Huh? What about him? Looks like he's from tiktok.?

Thank you! And that would be something that would shock the classic Glamrocks. Swap Freddy is in significantly worse shape than Classic Bonnie.. (which was intentional ;}})

Freddy would be rather disturbed seeing his old model so messed up. Considering how much he misses the past and his old body.. seeing an eye hanging out, his arm broken- his leg twisted in the wrong direction.. ehg, it would really freak him out. He'd have a hard time looking at himself..

Chica seeing her old self would disturb her, but also make her jealous somewhat.?? My Chica doesn't like being a Glamrock and misses her old body and role on stage. So seeing herself back in her pink dress and soft yellow feathers.. despite the removal of her beak and hands she'd be weirdly envious.

Monty and Roxy wouldn't have any unique or interesting reactions. They'd just be like "wow you guys look janked up I'm so sorry" XD

This post I made a while back talks about that! :00

(post in question)

XD Yeah. Eventually his fur grew out and he trimmed all the green back. But it sure was funny while it was there!

#my response #deltarune #octonauts #fnaf security breach

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universaln0b0dy · 6 months

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Bully twist au v.s reader (untouchable) part 1

《 summary 》: they think they can hurt you, but you are way to bonkers to even feel sad about it. (Warning reader is described to be insane! Please proceed with caution)

《Note》: this is heavily inspired by: @azulsluver !!! Credits to them for the bully au idea etc. Also reader is implied to have some inhuman strength.

You were on constant pills back in your world and Twisted wonderland didn't have them, so you had to endure and pretend. But being the punching back to some pesky students was incredibly annoying and you finally let the facade of yours drop...

Floyd: like a Fisherman

You had enough of being the victim to Floyd's bone crushing hugs. You wanted to gain some enjoyment out everything too! You were about to obediently bring Floyd food as you got an idea.

"Ne, Koeby-chan? Why did you take so long? You know I hate waiting." You bow your head to hide the big grin on your face as you put the food in front of Floyd. He frowns looking at it, but he eats it anyway.

"You will be getting a good-" he can't continue as he feels his body change. His legs disappear and he starts to struggle breathing. He looks at you in anger.

"Stupid Koebi-chan! You think you can prank me like this! I'll definitely squeeze you for this!" He calls out, expecting to see you shiver in fear like always, but he is instead greeted with an ominous grin.

"Oh, Floyd. I'm kinda tired of always playing prey you know? You belittling me is also starting to get boring.... I wanna switch roles now!" You squeal, harshly grabbing Floyd's chin. He is surprised by the strength you posses, but he can't say he likes that. You were much more fun to play with when you were still scared of him.

"You know Floyd, my favourite food is Eel-soup, ya know!" You giggle, remembering how Floyd used to tell you that you simply a small shrimp, useless only made to be food for others.

"Koebi-chan don't get to cocky! Your still just a shrimp!" Floyd yells, trying to lounge at you, but you just step to the side watching him fall to the floor...

He had tripped you so many times. Once it was even so bad that you had a broken jaw.

"Floyd! I know what to play! Let's play Fisherman and Eel, okay!" You suddenly say with a gigantic grin as you swink the knife around. Floyd looks at you in horror.

That wasn't his little Shrimpy anymore, he couldn't control it, there was no fear in its eyes, only pure and blanc insanity was in their eyes. Maybe he finally managed to break you, but not in the way he wanted too

Rook: Dance with me

Rook had stalked you, without even once respecting your privacy. He even managed to find you in the most secluded hiding spots, using everything he had to ridicule you. Maybe he even once or twice hunted you down for fun, laughing at you when you were trembling. But you had enough of that. Everything in you wanted revenge and your brain was finally back into the insanity it belonged too....

Ramshackle was dark, no lights on and everything was quiet. There was no soul in there. Rook didn't like that. The woods were dark and he tried to use his unique magic to find you, finding the object he was searching for somewhere in the big field.

"Oh, Rook... great to see you!" You giggle, sitting on a very high tree. It was uncomfortable for him to watch you sitting there. Usually you would cry as soon as you felt his presence, but this time this wasn't the case. Your eyes looked at him with some fire burning in them.

"What are you doing here trickster?" He said with a calm tone. He started to climb the tree and you smiled. "I am enjoying the air."

As soon as he was about to reach you you jump down from the tree with a grin. "Let's go Rook! Catch me!" You yell and start running.

Rook was beyond annoyed because you didn't run away from him with fear in your eyes. That pretty eyes that were usually so anxious around him...

He follows you, only to see you had climbed up the way to Ramshackles roof, dancing on it.

You felt amazing, the thrill of the creaking under you making adrenaline rush through you. You enjoyed this more than the hunter hunting you.

"COME ON ROOK! DANCE WITH ME!" You scream, before starting to break into a fit of laughter. Rook had bullied and scared you so many times. It would be only to appropriate to return the favour....

Part 2: of untouchable coming soon (Vil: I wished you were a pretty boy, Azul: just an insecurity, Carter: The best masquerade)

#twisted wonderland #bullying #x reader #rook hunt #floyd leech #Bully twist au v.s reader

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bedrockbones · 9 months

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bedrock bros space AU with protective!techno where tommy desperately wants somebody to protect him but can’t accept it at the same time

bc he’s gotten so used to protecting himself that accepting it from anybody else feels like weakness

or maybe the last time somebody tried protecting him it didn’t end well for them/tommy

could be a previous situation similar to exile but in space or an experiment type thing, up to you!

but techno basically sitting tommy down and going “I want to protect you, you want to be protected, why is that not happening”

and tommy breaking down and admitting everything

I wish you would write a fic where... ///not accepting everytime i start one of these i have no idea what to write and then i black out and theres a whole ass fic here. bedrock bros possesses me i guess enjoy the hurt/comfort. techno has four arms btw

The view from the port window always managed to calm Tommy down. There's something about the yawning expanse of space decorated with glittering lights of stars that made all of the problems on the shift seem insignificant. Easy to fix.

It's not working as well this time, because the problem has followed Tommy back to his suite.

"Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?" The piglin grunts. Tommy can hear the clop of his hooves as he paces. He doesn't need to look to know his lower arms are perched on his hips and his upper pair are crossed over his chest. It's a common stance for Technoblade to take when he's angry.

As if the fucker has any right to be angry. As if he's somehow the victim in this scenario.

"Would you just look at me? What is your problem?" Evidently fed up with Tommy's silence, Technoblade marches up to Tommy and grabs him by the shoulder, intending to turn him around. Tommy goes with the movement but wrenches himself free from Technoblade's touch.

"Don't fucking touch me," He snarls, ignoring the hurt broadcasted in Technoblade's drooping ears. There's something in Tommy's chest that feels too much like pain. Or maybe grief.

He pretends that it's anger. "What is my problem? Fine! You want to know what my fucking problem is?! It's you! It's you, treating me like I'm some fucking child! Like I'm your child!" Tommy steps forward, jabbing a finger into Technoblade's chest.

"What the fuck are we doing here, Techno?! What do you want from me?! We're not anything to each other! I met you three months ago!" His jabbing evolves to a full shove. Not that it does anything to the brick wall of an alien. Technoblade doesn't budge. Just takes Tommy's attack like it's nothing.

I'm not-" his voice breaks, to Tommy's own horror, but he forces through. "I'm no good, man. I'm- Look at me! Look at what I-"

His shaking fingers curl into Technoblade's shirt as Tommy's head tilts downwards, hiding from the piglin's gaze.

"Why?" Tommy croaks. "Why do you keep trying to protect me? I'm just- I'm just..."

'-just a parasite! You're a fucking parasite, Tommy! You take and take and fucking take. You should be grateful I even give you the time of day-!'

Warm hands cupping his own draw him out of his memories. Another pair reach for his face, tilting his chin up and wiping at his cheeks. Like the coward he is, Tommy keeps his eyes closed. He can't bear to see whatever expression Technoblade must be wearing right now.

But the piglin surprises him when he responds.

"I never finished the story of Theseus, did I?"

The confusion is enough for Tommy to finally meet Technoblade's eyes. The sadness on his face makes him try to shy away, but Technoblade doesn't release him.

"He wasn't rewarded for his bravery. He was cast out. Exiled. And he died alone and unwanted."

Tommy flinches, like Technoblade has just struck him. He might as well have. This is the hero Technoblade has named him after?

"Why would you...?" He can't bring himself to ask, but Technoblade understands regardless.

"Because I can see that's what you're doing to yourself." You're sixteen- and I know enough about humans to know that's under maturity- and on a traveling ship by yourself. You won't let anyone near you. You're living in an exile of your own doing, Theseus."

It's awful to hear, because it's true, but he still finds himself shaking his head.

"I- you don't get it. I have to-"

"To what? Be miserable? Be alone? No, you don't."

Tommy is still shaking his head. Technoblade doesn't understand. He just doesn't fucking get it. Tommy spent so long leaching off of Dream- he can't let himself do that again. He can't be a parasite.

He's done so well so far. Tommy hasn't let anyone close since he got away from Dream. Hasn't been a leech or a parasite or anything else. He's been independent. He's-He's-

He's been alone, he realizes. He's been...in exile.

The tears come after than Technoblade can wipe away, but the piglin still tries. It just makes Tommy sob harder.

"I'm-sorry-" He hiccups. He doesn't even really know what he's apologizing for, he just is. Like always, Technoblade sees through it. He sees what Tommy needs even before Tommy does.

"It's alright, Theseus. You're alright." The piglin's arms wrap around Tommy. Both pairs. "We're going to work through this. Together."

It feels like a promise. Together.

No more exile. He isn't alone.

Tommy closes his eyes and finally allows himself to relax.

#bedrock bros #bones writing #bones rattles #ask #ask game

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azar-rosethorn · 10 months

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Incorrect Security Breach Quotes 5

(someone stop me)

Also my AU Fic demands attention

Gregory: Thanks for pulling the fire alarm, you saved me from giving an oral report about The Scarlet Web.

Chica: You were too lazy to read the book?!

Gregory: I was too lazy to watch the movie.

Vanessa: What’s your biggest fear?

Roxy: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Gregory: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Chica: Zombies.

Roxy: ...

Gregory: ...

Chica: BUT they can open doors.

Chica: Why doesn’t Roxy find me sexy when I bite my lip?

Gregory: What do you look like when you bite your lip?

Chica: *bites lip*

Gregory: ...Have you considered biting your bottom lip instead?

Monty: Now, if I may speak for good-looking people everywhere...

Roxy: Only as our rodeo clown.

Vanessa: What do people in relationships even do?

Freddy: Care about someone with your whole heart and dedicate your life to making them happy.

Vanessa: Okay. Didn't ask.

Chica: Asks question

Chica: "Didn't ask"

Vanessa: Thanks for the play by play, Captain Fuck.

Monty: My head hurts.

Vanessa: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Monty: Are oranges named orange because oranges are orange or is an orange called orange because oranges are orange?

Sun: Which came first, the orange or the orange?

Vanessa: Orange was first used to refer the fruit 1280 years ago but was not used as a color until 1000 years ago.

Roxy: What was the color called before then?

Bonnie: There was no color, duh! Everything was black and white!

Sun: You’re a loose cannon, Roxy.

Roxy: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Bonnie: I think you play by your own rules.

Gregory: No way, she thinks rules were made to be broken.

Sun: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Roxy: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Moon is a loose cannon.

Moon: *smashes a chair* You shut your trap, Roxy!

Gregory: I’d say Moon’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing.

Bonnie: Now I’m just confused. Is Roxy a loose cannon or not?

Sun: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this.

Roxy: *groans*

Moon: Aw, man.

Vanessa: Good morning.

Freddy: Good morning.

Bonnie: Good morning.

Monty: Y'all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Gregory: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

Sun: What does “take out” mean?

Roxy: Food.

Chica: Dating.

Vanessa: Murder.

Gregory: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

Freddy: How do you do that?

Bonnie: I'm fearless.

Chica: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad.

Bonnie: I'm mostly fearless.

Roxy: I just wanna be called cute 21/7.

Chica: Why not 24/7?

Roxy: Snack breaks.

Freddy: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have Vanessa periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’

Freddy: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.

Monty: I’m a multitasker!

Monty: I can disappoint fifteen people at once.

Sun: Monty has only knocked me out three time this week. Our friendship is really developing!

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dairy-farmer · 4 months

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I'm a huge sap, so consider a follow-up to the 'Jason killed Tim, nobody cared, and he then fell in love with him' ask.

Jason, having realized that he's now in love with Tim and also how fucked up Bruce, Dick, and Alfred's reaction to Tim's 'disappearance' has been, decides he needs to do something. Maybe he finds some tech or magic user to send him to an almost identical alternate dimension where he rescues that Tim, brings him back to his world and disappears with him.

Or! He uses tech/magic/tells Bart what happened and begs for his help to fix things, to the travel back to his attack on the tower - preferably one of those 'soul time travels back into his body at that time' kind of thing as opposed to a second separate person. He confronts Tim, reveals who he is and explains he's from the future. He confesses that he killed Tim, disappeared his body, and went back to the Batfamily. He explains how Bruce and Dick and Alfred were overjoyed to have Jason back, and didn't really notice or care that Tim was 'missing'. Maybe Tim already expected that they would react that way, or maybe he had really hoped they cared about him at least a little: either way, Tim breaks down and cries / screams at Jason, asking if he came back just to rub it in, just to make sure that Tim suffered even more before Jason killed him! Maybe he even throws himself at Jason, beating ineffectively at his chest, weeping and heartbroken.

Jason lets him until Tim finally tires himself out. Then he gathers Tim in his arms and continues his story, explaining how off put he to bed by the reaction to Tim's 'disappearance' and had started looking into who Tim was. How he'd found himself falling in love with him, coming to regret his actions, and becoming disgusted with the batfamily's (lack of) reaction.

Jason manages to convince Tim to run away with him, somewhere that neither Bruce nor Dick or anyone else will be able to track them down. Or even better! Perhaps Tim doesn't believe him right away, so he convinces Tim to going to hiding as a precursor to running away together, then goes back to join the family like he had done in the last time line. He records, or sends files, or whatever to show Tim that Bruce and Dick really don't notice/care/miss him. After which Tim is completely convinced and agrees to run away and be with Jason, and Jason leaves a pardon gift for Dick and Bruce. A letter, or maybe a video explaining the trick and how they're disgusting treatment of Tim and the situation has made Jason decide that they are bad people and not worth loving, so Jason is going to disappear with Tim and never contact them again. Just straight up telling Bruce and Dick that he doesn't love them anymore because of how cruelly and dismissively they behaved to someone like Tim, who gave them all his love and loyalty.

Jason and Tim then go on to live happily ever after, well Dick and Bruce suffer under the sadness and grief of having gotten Jason back, only to lose him again because of their own actions. That they are the reason this time around that they will no longer have Jason in their lives, and they don't even have a replacement to soften the blow this time.

!!!!!!!!!!!! yess!!!! tim and jason getting a happy ending!!!1 tim angst au's where it ends bad for him always hurt my heart so almost everything i write has him being happy in the end (like 98%)!!!!!! and this!!! i'm so happy jason and tim get to live together and tim gets someone who loves him wholeheartedly

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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devilsrecreation · 3 months

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Outlander Incorrect Quotes pt 3

Janja: *mocking Jasiri* Miss me, miss me, now you gotta ki- *pauses*

Jasiri: Now, I gotta what? 😏

Janja: Nothing, forget it-

Jasiri: No no no, now I gotta what? 😏

Some hater: Listen to me, I don’t like you!

Shupavu: Do we give a fuck?

Njano: No, not one.

Shupavu: How many fucks do we give?

Njano: Zero.

Shupavu: Exactly. Therefore, your comment is

Both: ✨Irrelevant✨

Reirei: My husband is wearing a fucking suit to his autism diagnosis appointment

Goigoi: It’s a special event :D

Reirei: Shut up-

Janja: I don’t see any beautiful girls

Reirei: Just turn around~

Janja: Reirei please, only one of us can hallucinate at a time

Goigoi: Who’s the toughest animal you know?

Dogo: Mom.

Goigoi: …….Who’s the toughest male animal you know?

Dogo: You’re the toughest male animal I know!

Human AU

Nduli/Hodari: I made you a friendship bracelet!

Kiburi/Makuu: I’m not really a jewelry person

Nduli/Hodari: You don’t have to wear it

Kiburi/Makuu: No, I’m gonna wear it. Forever. Back off

Some female jackal: What’s your type?

Goigoi: I have a mate

Jackal: So what’s your type then?

Goigoi: …My mate

Jackal: What does she look like?

Goigoi: She looks like my mate

Jackal: So what would you rate me out of ten?

Goigoi: I can’t do that

Jackal: You can’t rate me at all?

Goigoi: Nope

Jackal: Then what would you rate your girlfriend out of ten?

Goigoi: She broke my scale cuz she’s so beautiful

Jasiri: You guys kidnapped Queen Dhahabu?! That's illegal!!!

Cheezi: But Jasiri, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Dhahabu or destroying the Outlands?

Jasiri: Kidnapping Queen Dhahabu, Cheezi!

Janja: Jasiri. Listen. Whatever I may think of you right now, these guys are counting on you. You inspire them!

Jasiri: What? T-To kidnap animals?

Janja: To work together!

Jasiri: TO KIDNAP ANIMALS?!?

Chungu: Prime Minister Jasiri, we all agreed a celebrity is not an animal

Sumu: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me

Sumu: Kenge, I’m begging you to go to a healer

Kenge: Sorry, is this OUR stab wound?! Stay out of it!

Sumu: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Kenge’s been raging in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

Kenge: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Sumu: I do have a sense of humor you know

Kenge: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Sumu: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Kenge: You kill animals for food?!

Sumu: I can explain!

Kenge: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump!

After he accidentally said ‘little’ in front of Kenge:

Janja: Top 30 reasons why we’re sorry…Number 5 will surprise you!

Kenge: Top 30 anime deaths. Number 1:YOUR FUCKING TAIL RIGHT NOW

Nduli: What’s the height of stupidity?

Kiburi: *turning to Tamka* How tall are you?

Janja, driving his crew: So how was your day?

Cheezi: We almost got surprise adopted!

Chungu: Yeah!

Janja: What?

Nne: We almost got kidnapped.

Janja: Oh, okay.

Janja: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Store Worker: Would a Mx. Kiburi please come to the front desk?

Kiburi, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Tamka and Nduli

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Tamka and Nduli, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Kiburi: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Ushari: How's the lovliest animal here~?

Shupavu: I don't know, how are they~?

Ushari, flustered: I-

Njano, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Tamka: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Kiburi?

Kiburi: … No.

Nduli: I do!

Kiburi: I know, Nduli.

Nduli: I’m sad!

Kiburi: I know, Nduli.

Jasiri: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Shupavu: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Njano isn’t

Human AU

Tamka: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Kiburi: You’re a hazard to society

Nduli: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Kiburi: Heh. Look at those guys using that cliff as a slide

Janja: *chuckles* What furbrains!

Kiburi: Idiots.

Janja and Kiburi: *realizes it’s Chungu, Cheezi, Tamka, and Nduli*

Janja: Wait a minute…

Both: *simultaneously* THOSE ARE OUR FURBRAINS/IDIOTS

#source: various #i may or may not have gone a lil overboard #also never really went into kenge and sumu’s dynamic but i like it #50% wholesome 50% friendly banter #that’s just how they are #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

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andromeda-nova-writing · 7 months

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Just a paper cut

Vampire! Ayato x Fem! Witch! Reader

Summary: A quiet evening is interrupted by a paper cut. What should have been less than a minute acknowledging it last much longer than it should.

This a continuation of my Kamisato Vampire AU. You should be able to read in any order.

Words: 943

AN: @milkstore how many of these fics am I going to have to acknowledge you contributing to my brain rot? You keep asking the right questions that leave me so inspired.

This fic is T-rated. Typical vampire behavior. Mentions of blood

To date, Ayato was something where both parties must understand that getting quality alone time would most likely mean just sitting in the same room while doing completely different tasks. He was a busy man with so much on his plate. Some weeks a day off felt like a myth. Even if he would like to sneak away it was just putting off things that a future Ayato would end up having to deal with. And to love oneself is to try and make your future self have an easier time, at least that he was telling himself as he worked.

This week was in fact the opposite for Y/N. The estate got lucky with the haul of multiple deers. With no blood to worry about and no outside appearances to be made by either Kamisato, a break was in order, which led to her wanting to spend the night reading some of the light novels that she had found shopping a few weeks ago.

And was it so wrong of her to feel a little clingy every now and then? She'd be quiet anyway and if she was quiet and undistracting she could justify being up under her boyfriend he worked for the night. So she laid her head upon his lap intrigued with a good story. She was only stealing glances every now and then to admire how cute Ayato looked when he stuck his tongue out while hyper-focused.

No words had been spoken between them besides greets and telling him to move over just enough. His coat laid on top of her acting as a blanket for the one time she had said she was cold. Ayato’s writing and shuffling of papers with the occasional croak of a frog outside sounded like music to her ears as she read.

"Shit!"

She frowned, brought her uncut hand to Ayato’s forehead, and flicked him right in the middle. “No. You have work to do.”

Ayato looked down confused. "Favorite character died?"

“No not that, well they might be dead. I got a paper cut.” She closed her book holding it in place with a little knitted bookmark Thoma had given her careful not to get any drop of blood on either item. The book was placed on the corner of Ayato’s desk for safekeeping.

Ayato smirked. “I could clean it up for you.”

He laughed catching her hand before she could bring it back down. “I just said I’d clean it for you. Is that so wrong?”

“And by clean it do you mean getting a band-aid for it or do you mean you were going to lick it clean?” She scolded him knowing exactly what he had meant.

He couldn’t even fake offense. She read him like a book. "What would make you think I would use such methods? I just wanted to make sure you were okay." That didn't mean he wasn't going to try.

Y/N pulled her arm away and sat up. "It's a paper cut. You clearly know I'm okay. If you're so hungry I'll go bring you a glass. We both know how this usually ends. And you're way too busy at the moment to goof off."

"I wouldn’t call that goofing off. Just taking care of my partner with the love she deserves."

"Yeah, I'm calling bullshit. You can show me the love I deserve when you are off of work."

Ayato sighed. "You won't even humor me now. Maybe these few drops of blood would be the motivation I need to continue working. Have you considered that?"

"So it's gone from worrying about me to motivation. Why do I feel like both of those aren't the real reason?"

“Pity.” He looked away in defeat trying to play up his sadness.

He held up his hands in defense and laughed. “Okay, I know when to admit defeat.”

“Even then,” Y/N held up the finger that had been cut. “Bleeding stopped.”

“Because you need to focus. I don’t want to be a distraction for you. Plus I’m looking forward to that picnic on the beach you promised for later this week. I don’t want to have to hear about a raincheck I may have helped to cause.”

“Pity? I get a paper cut and it’s a pity I'm still not bleeding.” She retorted back beginning to lose herself in the back and forth of the games they shared. “Well I know which Kamisato to not be around if I ever do bleed seriously.”

Any mood he was in became ruined by the thought of his sister. “Why must you bring up Ayaka now?”

"You must really be looking forward to that." Thoma gave him the idea after overhearing Y/N and Ayaka talking one day. Y/N just wanted to see the beach again since it had been a while since she had last gone. Truly a simple date but it made her happy.

"The other day when Ayaka had brought Yoimiya over to discuss some plans with handing out sparklers for the upcoming festival, they made me go out to pick a new yukata. Be a shame if all their hard work was to go to waste."

Ayato leaned over giving Y/N a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll get what needs to be done dealt with. Just keep giving me your company.”

She smiled. “What made you think I’d leave?”

It wasn’t long till Y/N once again had her head on Ayato’s lap as she read through her book as he worked. It was like they hadn’t even moved. Back to being comfortable with the silence of papers moving and the nightly frogs croaking outside once again.

#kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader

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siriannatan · 4 months

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Not So Generic Coffee Shop AU

Just dug through the mess that is my fic file and dug out an old forgotten bit.

Jimmy was sure he had his life figured out. He had a stable job - the coffee shop he worked at might be owned by his sister but she would not keep him if he was bad at his job. He had a lovely boyfriend, Tango, and all his friends and Lizzie liked him well enough. But the longer they were together the more Jimmy felt that...

Tango was a great... friend. He was handsome and charming and a perfect boyfriend. But to Jimmy, all they did together didn't really feel that much like they were a couple more like friends who occasionally made out and did all the other couple stuff. But their dates always felt just like friends hanging out. Tango's plans for them were never too concrete and easy to drop if Jimmy didn't feel like going out for pizza and to the games parlour. He saw nothing wrong with staying at home with popcorn and watching movies. They rarely did too many couple things...

Scott was likely to blame for Jimmy's disappointment. Who's Scott? Jimmy's boyfriend from his university days. They stayed together a couple of years after they graduated and decided to have some time apart and somehow that led to them drifting apart.

No matter. What Scott did was set a high standard for anyone Jimmy would date now. Scott was a romantic through and through. Even if Jimmy was tired he'd make his time magical and special. He'd surprise him with gifts and random small outings and dates. A performance in a small park Jimmy didn't even know was near their apartment. A dinner for two in a cosy, family restaurant two blocks away. Give him random gifts accompanied by flowers. Be it a single flower or a whole bouquet. Make breakfast in bed after dragging a tired Jimmy to a theatre. Get them dumb matching sweaters and mugs Jimmy still had deep in his closet, in an old shoe box. It was honestly an old box from Scott's shoes... Jimmy was pretty sure he got them for Scott though.

As much as Jimmy loved hanging out with Tango he couldn't stay with him as he was. It would not work out for either of them in the long run. He knew Tango would not 'break up' with him. Jimmy would call it a mutual agreement that they were not working out. No matter how he'd call it Tango would try to work it all out. Jimmy could not go on like that. And he knew where Scott worked a year ago... He might not be working there anymore. But a coffee shop nearby was hiring so Jimmy started by dropping his resume. As corny as 'the Swaggon CO.'s branding was it was a nice spot and store.

The next thing he did in this uncharacteristic bout of spontaneous possible self-destruction was look for an apartment nearby. He had enough personal savings to get a small place for himself. Worst case scenario he could drop his resume at the swanky interior design company Scott used to work at. he was no Scott but he did have a fancy IT degree even if he wasn't using it. It'd be much harder to get into or leave later. Once the apartment was secured he slowly moved some of his things. Whenever Tango was at work and he had time he'd take small sections of his belongings.

When the shop eventually called him he told Lizzie he was breaking up with Tango. He didn't tell her about Scott, she was a bit angry at him for his and Jimmy's break up. She was sad but understood that maybe Jimmy was not feeling the relationship. The secrecy was confusing to her. "Liz, Tango's a sweetheart and an amazing buddy but I'm not feeling this as a serious relationship," he'd explain to her over coffee. "And he won't just let this go, it's not who he is... And I'll not force this to last until we're both rotting in misery..."

"So you think it's best you just vanish?" Lizzie glared at him.

"I'm feeling like I'm suffocating, Liz, I think I rushed things too much after Scott, I need to breathe a little bit more, and be my own man," Jimmy sighed. It was partially true. He should have just gone back and tried to convince Scott they should have stayed together. And he'd likely stay single for some time if he managed to find Scott but not get him back. Things felt rushed with Tango.

"If that's what you feel then okay," Lizzie sighed. She seemed convinced. "He's at work today? Then you can go and finish moving before I change my mind and call you an idiot," she added, leaving Jimmy with his styrofoam coffee cup. It was a slow day so it was no wonder she was okay with losing him.

Jimmy did not wait for Lizzie to change her mind. And quickly moved the rest of his things to his new place. He did leave Tango a lengthy letter explaining why he decided to leave. He wasn't a complete jerk.

He had no idea what to do in the three days before his first shift at the new shop. A morning shift since he already had experience and the place was relatively new. He got reacquainted with the area. Most of the small tucked-away spots that Scott used to take him to were gone in the year Jimmy didn't visit this part of town. There were still some left but not many. Oh, and he changed his number, that was like the first thing. Just to save Tango the pain. He did give it to Lizzie. She was his sister after all.

He did avoid the coffee shop and Scott's old workplace like fire even if he did live close by. Despite all he did he was somewhat scared to see Scott again. Scared and excited.

As expected of the more busy, modern and full of offices part of town the morning shift was a lot. A lot of the same order for simple black coffee. Did no office types drink interesting coffee? At least it was easy to make. Jimmy was slowly getting mentally drained by the same order for plain black coffee and plain bagels that sudden "Jimmy?" had him more spooked than he expected he'd be. As he looked up there he was.

Scott. In a dark plum suit with a dusty pink shirt under his vest. Teal hair already a mess. His nails painted in many colours as he ran one hand through his hair. And he still had that nice, leather bag Jimmy bought him for the last birthday they spent together. Or a very similar one. "Hi," Jimmy sent him a nervous smile. Very aware he must have looked atrocious in the dark maroon uniform of the Swaggon Coffee. "Should I ask about your order or see how well I remember how you like your coffee?" he might as well shoot his shot.

It seemed to be worth the risk as Scott chuckled and said "Sure, why not," he shrugged with a very familiar smirk. The smirk he had on whenever Jimmy would swear he'd do something nice for Scott just to have another nice thing thrown in his face. Or be pulled by the lapels of his shirt into a make-out session that likely leads to them leaving dinner plans for later.

"Got it, you're number eighteen," Jimmy did his best to answer with similar levels of confidence. And a wink he hoped wasn't too flirtatious.

Coconut caramel brown sugar latte with double whipped cream. It's as much of a mouth-full to say as a sugary punch to the face. Scott's favourite drink, which luckily was within the shop's policy. And had other baristas who hoped they'd be making interesting drinks looking at Jimmy with jealousy. He completely ignored them, focusing on making this the best drink he's ever made and he made this particular drink many times. While writing down the number on a cardboard ring that went around the cup Jimmy hesitated for a second. Scott would not mind if he... He might as well try. Scott was the type to like getting a number written on his cup.

"Number eighteen?" Jimmy called out and Scott almost skipped to pick up his coffee. Just coffee, Scott did proper meals and not two bagels for lunch and no breakfast. "Coconut-caramel brown sugar latte with double whipped cream," Jimmy listed off without a stutter. "I hope I remembered it right," he grinned.

"Perfectly," Scott chuckled back. "It's great seeing you... I shouldn't hold the line, but I hope I'll see you again, maroon's cute on you," he grinned.

"Hope to see you too," Jimmy waved as Scott left and instantly switched to business mode for the next customer.

Scott was internally screaming at himself for not asking for Jimmy's number. He missed him terribly in that year and was more than once considering trying to contact him. Having all of Jimmy's technology knowledge was nice and he sure knew more than the whole current IT department of the design company Scott was working for. But most importantly, Jimmy was an amazing boyfriend. He seldom insisted they drop any plans Scott made for them. And even tried to return it. Scott was more than okay with being the one doing all the spoiling of Jimmy.

He didn't even have time to take more than a couple sips of his coffee as his boss waltzed into his office - Scott was high rank enough to have his own small office. "Scott, we have a new head of IT and...," he announced as a very handsome, red-headed man with very pretty blue eyes followed him in. "I need you to show him the designer's side of our systems," the boss grinned and before Scott could even try to refuse left.

'Damn you Sausage, why won't you send him to Pix?' Scott sighed internally. "I'm Scott, sorry about him..."

"I'm used to that, fWhip by the way. Is it normal to get someone's number on your cup around here?" redhead waved it off.

It took Scott an embarrassing couple of seconds to register what fWhip said. Cup. His coffee cup. That Jimmy made. And there was indeed a number on the cardboard protector on it aside from the number eighteen. "No... I just happen to know the barista," Scott quickly covered up his mild shock. Did it mean Jimmy wanted them to talk again? He dared not hope for more but a small part of him thought there might be a chance. Jimmy was never good a flirting, in the cutest way ever. "Anyway, get a chair, our current IT team sucks," Scott was not going to lie to fWhip and be completely honest about all his issues with the system that he was always told to send to IT who just ignored it. This time he was going to be heard.

And heard he was. By the time he was done, fWhip had a long list of things that could be improved and an even longer list of complaints to bring up with Sausage. "He might be an old friend but I'm not staying unless he lets me change some things. How can anyone work under those conditions?" fWhip huffed as they were wrapping up. Just in time for a late lunch. He was honestly pretty (and) cute when angry. Maybe if things didn't work out with Jimmy... Maybe. He didn't even know if fWhip would be interested or if he was into guys in general. But he could always try to be friends.

He really needed to check in on how things would go with Jimmy. Did he remember he left his guitar with Scott? He still had it, set up in the corner of his bedroom. At all not helping him move on even if he moved into a bigger and nicer apartment after his latest promotion. He still had several of Jimmy's things. Some of his old hoodies were probably Scott's most praised possessions. With Jimmy being considerably taller than him they were very comfy if he had to stay up and work on a boring project...

Not now. Now he had to get lunch and text Jimmy. Just so he knows Scott's not angry and willing to talk to him. And to know it's actually Jimmy's number...

*Hi Jim, it's Scott* he texted once he had his lunch all sorted out in a casual small restaurant next to the office building, great spot for lunch. He was absolutely not expecting Jimmy to answer anytime soon. Fully expecting blonde was busy with making great coffees. So imagine his shock when he did indeed get a text back.

*Lunch time in office world?* Jimmy's text asked.

*Yeah, late one, been talking to a new IT guy.* He missed texting Jimmy during his lunch breaks. But at the same time, he had no idea if it would be okay to ask Jimmy out... Not on like a date, not yet at least, just to meet up and catch up or something like that. *You free tonight? We could meet and catch up?" Screw it, he might as well ask and get it over with.

*Sure. Where?*

It was happening. *Eight by the coffee shop? I know a cool little restaurant not too far from there, no need to dress fancy* Was Scott as excited as when he was asking Jimmy out for their first date after living together for like two weeks in a college dorm? No. He was much more excited.

*It's a date then, gotta come back to work, see you at eight* Jimmy texted, as if that wasn't a big deal and the word 'date' wouldn't spin in his head for the rest of his work day. How was he supposed to finish his sandwiches and fries now? Was he supposed to be normal and professional and not like he was about to go on his first date ever with his crush? He did still like Jimmy a lot...

He should probably respond. "See ya then handsome ;)* he said, feeling himself blush a little.

Why was he acting like he was never on a date with Jimmy? They were and they kissed and all the more and... He was just excited to maybe have another chance with Jimmy. His new apartment had pretty good soundproofing and... He better not get his hopes up too much just yet. Now he needed to survive the rest of his work day. Quickly go home, change into something nice and casual and hopefully charm his way back into Jimmy's heart... Hopefully.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #empiresshipping #empires scott #empires jimmy #flower husbands

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yallemagne · 27 days

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This year, I'm not doing Dr*cula D*ily

Or any other substack but DD is the biggest. I have numerous reasons for this decision that none of y'all are gonna particularly care for, but ya know, just so we got our expectations in order: I'm not gonna participate in DD this year (maybe never again), I'm probably not gonna reblog many posts related to it (doing so would be counterintuitive), but I am holding myself to finishing Orice (at LEAST the base fic).

Now, why?

TL;DR: Mental health crisis brought on by internet harassment and overprioritizing social media. It's not fun anymore, folks.

DD just... it completely ruined the novel for me.

It was a nice phenomenon, but it took a wrecking ball to my mental health and self-worth. Now, I'm not saying DD's creator personally did something to spite me (or maybe I am, he knows what he did /j), but this whole thing? It wasn't good for me. It was never good. It was sometimes fun, but most of the time it made me want to end it because of thumblr notes.

That's fucking stupid. My life is not worth internet validation. My art is not worthless just because my numbers are not as big as the biggest big shots in the fandom. I'm not a horrible person when other people handle personal disagreements regarding headcanon with defaming rumours and impersonation. But hell! My view of reality was horribly skewed.

A while back, I unfollowed all the gothlit tags I previously followed because 1) Some people (active and popular members of the fandom, mind you, not bots or trolls) were posting honest-to-god name-dropping harassment in the tag because "it's a popular tag so more people will see my callout post" and 2) I reached a point where seeing anything related to the novel on my dash just set me off. It didn't even need to be drama-related anymore. Mentions of the characters, mentions of popular AUs, just the very content of this book became triggering to me, and I really didn't miss the content when it was gone, as sad as that is.

And the kicker? I've come to realize that I probably dislike more things about the novel than I actually like about it. Not only is it tied to some of my darkest moments in recent memory, but it's also just... a book with many flaws that I could go on and on and on about. Sometimes, it straight-up made me furious, like seething mad, and I think I'd rather just be happy. But even when I would try to channel that energy into being happy, I always felt I had to over-clarify or else I’d get bombarded with anonymous messages. If you’ve seen any of my posts from during that time… chances are there is a passive aggressive “btw people can have opposing opinions from you about an old book and it doesn’t give you leave to stone them” or several tags of “#this is a joke #a jooooooke #for the love of god #if y’all don’t stop”. I bet it was as annoying for y’all as it was for me.

P.S. Mutuals/friends, do not worry. Y'all keep doing y'all. I can and will block tags if seeing your posts triggers me. So, I suppose my only request is to properly tag, but I've been saying that from the very start.

I just want to move on to other things.

I took a break for Lent. I needed it terribly. And... not gonna lie? I almost didn't want to return. I never got an itching to just log on and "check in". I very successfully avoided tumb altogether. I came back because "I gotta come back eventually" and also like, this is my main hub where I update when I've written a fic, and ya know... I'm not gonna let toxic fandom bs rule my shit.

During my break, I got back into gaming. More specifically, I started playing Hades again. And listening to Epic the Musical. Aaaand boyyy did that bring me back to my Greek mythology phase. I have a Greek mythos/Hades sideblog btw: @areopagusimp. It's cringe, if you can't tell by the blog name.

Back when I was into Hades game and general Greek mythos, my expectations were so much smaller, but yet, my goals and will to create seemed so much bigger. I made art that no one gave a single solitary shit about (except for my friend), but I was happy. Maybe I'm wearing rose-tinted glasses, but... even if I wasn't as happy then as I remember being... haha at least I wasn't receiving threats and insults in my inbox back then :))). That was the most fun thing about the gothlit fandom. I hope every single chickenhearted angry anon is proud of their behaviour.

But yeah, whatever I end up doing, I’m striving to not let it run me into the ground.

But... What do I do now?

I have so many WIPs (art and writing) for the novel, and it's very disappointing that I didn't get to finish them before it all turned sour. Hopefully, I can still finish them, it just won't be with the same distress I worked with before. Hopefully, I can post that stuff and fully manage my expectations, not crash and burn when only a few people like it. Because hell! A few people liking my stuff? That's amazing, really. I shouldn't take that for granted. At the same time, I'm setting a boundary for myself. Placing my self-worth into the hands of people who I don't know, who don't know me, and who aren't even paying for the art? I need to stop that. Who the hell is that gonna serve? Absolutely no one.

My number one goal is to finish Orice. It is somehow untouched by my aversion to the novel; it is my safe space. I want to honour it and honour the longtime readers who have stuck with me. It's gonna be hard, but it's gonna be worth it for me.

This feels attention-seeking, and it kinda is. I'm not tagging the main subject and I'm not allowing reblogs because I want this to stay isolated (and hopefully prevent backlash/misunderstandings), but ya know, no matter how much I try to keep this small, I'm still posting it online. But I just feel like I needed to get this off my chest. I don't really owe everyone an explanation, but I want there to be one for my own sake... also it's much easier to generalize and make a post than contact each of my friends/mutuals on here and unload stuff onto them that I'm not sure is too personal or not.

For those of you who are reading: I love y'all. I love the good people I've met through all this mess. I want to keep the good apples, not throw out the whole harvest, alright? Dunno how much you'll care for my art when the subject is different, but... eh. If y'all are willing to try?

#i'm writing this in march #dunno when it will be posted #update

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instaquarius · 1 year

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For Full Res

From PTA (Poketale Ascendance) Chara's POV as she briefly wonders what might have happened if arceus had never found and adopted her into his family/took her into the pokemon world-

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The idea came about cuz i recently replayed through the pacifist run again in celebration of Undertale's 7th anniversary

and I was thinking about my current Pokemon/Undertale AU and how in the Undertale universe of PTA, everyone's lives might actually be for the better because Chara never fell into Mt. Ebott and stuff.

Like Gaster may potentially live and not yeet himself across time and space and get shattered by his time machine basically since there wouldn't be any RESETs possibly until Frisk falls anyways. (since no Flowey, since i don't think Asriel would have died) when the dreemurrs meet the other 6 kids and possibly adopt them all too, just like how they all adopt Chara in the original story.

Asriel grows up to be a proper Prince/potential King when Asgore passes away and Toriel(? from old age-

**Currently unsure if the monsters ever do leave the Underground while Chara is off in the pokemon world/PokeEarth since PTA never really focuses on the Undertale world after arceus takes Chara away and stuff, since PTA is entirely from Chara's POV for the most part-**

I assume they do- but maybe the 6 kids and Frisk never like- digest buttercups and basically kill themselves like Chara does and they do successfully find some other way to break the barrier just having all 7 kids be alive and stuff- idek.

But ye-

Then while thinking this, I of course made myself sad as hell kinda cuz I adore the dreemurr family and Chara and Asriels friendship and stuff and i'm kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda sad my chara never has that bond??

But at the same time I also kinda just think Chara is also better off with her Pokemon family and Arceus cuz she also gets to live for basically millions of years due to Dialga (and i guess Celebi) constantly rewinding Chara's time to keep her from dying of old age or whatever

and also potentially has a better support too in Arceus for her troubles and potential abuse from the humans of her village (just based on all the hints in Undertale/implications she was abused idk)

and- ye. then I got inspired to make this.

You can take this drawing and think of it for either POV(? idk.

but ye. it was mostly just for funsies and i hope you like

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For PokeTale: Ascendance

An AU based off of an RP between me and a friend of mine from my discord server discord.gg/pQf9ZsdF6E where the Creation Trio as babies (a time they all cant really fully control their powers and junk) accidentally create a portal into the Undertale Universe and meet Chara and basically Arceus finds Chara and adopts her after finding out about her shitty human parents and Chara ends up helping Arceus raise the babies and basically lives in the Pokemon Universe now

#poketale ascendance #giratina #dialga #arceus #mesprit #palkia #lake trio #azelf #uxie #creation trio #chara dreemurr #chara #pokemon fanart #undertale #undertale fanart #asriel #asgore #toriel #dreemurr family

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