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dcxdpdabbles · 7 months

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i don’t know if I’m allowed to ask right now and feel to ignore this but I just really like your shit so here I am :D

anyway

I love the thought of Fanny being the ghost king and the crown not fitting on his head so it falls to his neck line where it hangs off his neck and is either the spikes(idk what the call the pointed bits-) are short enough to see his face or they are thin enough to see though and then when he’s in his human from the crown turns into a black neck tattoo that’s really pretty and stuff!! So imagine this, Danny in Gotham and he’s a singer for Penguin and some rouges or something and he’s irritated so instead of running he continued to sing and it actually sways the course of the fight in favor of his allies while the enemies ears or like bleeding or something as his hair turns white and his eyes go green as the crown shins around his neck and let’s say that his outfit is quite androgynous and nice looking but he’s really pissed because it was a gift and it got damaged or bled on and this starts a rumor that Danny is a meta so the bats and birds go to investigate

Hope you like it and do a little Drabble :)

They hear about the Siren for the first time after a bit of trouble happens to go down in Old Man Rob's. At first, they were a little shocked that anyone would dare give Rob any sort of trouble, seeing as it was a general unwritten role to leave the old man who made clothes for the working girls/boys and for the Gotham Rouges well enough alone.

His work was so well appreciated that the Rouges would even send their minions to outfit them with the standard hire goon outfit. Joker swears by his purple cloth that only Rob could make his men look good.

Old Man Rob made the clothes right out of his home, so anyone who went to him would have a hot cup of tea and soft music from Rob's home country playing in the background. Everyone agreed that Old Man Rob's was welcoming and neutral grounds.

So imagine the uproar when some stupid out-of-city punks attempted to follow some working girls into the house and trash the place. The girls had taken refuge with Old Man Rob after realizing the punks were much more dangerous than they first thought.

When Rob tried to defuse the situation, things turned ugly as one of the men punched the old man to the ground- injuring his back. They had then attempted to take the screaming girls, gone about the house for anything valuable, and smashed everything that wasn't with a bat.

That's when Siren walked in. The androgynous being looked around before throwing themselves onto the men like the snaring mystical creature they earned their name from.

Siren had taken care of the men and had even had them hand-delivered to Penjuin when the supervillain caught wind that the fools were responsible for Rob not being able to complete his latest suit due to his back injury.

One of the working girls had texted her boyfriend, who was employed with Penguin, and that meant the Rouge, with a group of men, had rushed over to help not even ten minutes later.

Once everything was settled, Rob had enough time, as he was being transported to the hospital, to give Siren their outfit as a gift, and Penguin overheard the old man wishing Siren luck on his audition.

After a bit of question, Penguin gave Siren his card and told them to swing by the Iceberg Lounge for an audition if the one they were going to didn't work out.

That was all the Bats were able to gather from the last working girl, who is Jason's informate. Since Siren had no other known sighting, the Bats let them fade into obscurity until rumors of a hot new singer began to feature at the Iceberg Lounge.

Their voice left hundreds of clubgoers memorized, even those who didn't often prefer slow seduction songs when going to the club. The Iceberg does have a more classy feel about it but Siren could make anyone stop for their voice.

Bruce thought it was wise to investigate the meta after rumors that Siren would often help security when someone got too rowdy by singing a tone that could make human ears bleed. So far, there wasn't much information past rumors, and Penguin hadn't made the singer a member of his crime yet, but it was only a matter of time.

No one that powerful could remain neutral with the company they kept.

That's why Dick, Cas, and Jason all dressed to the nines and visited Iceberg Lounge with Brucie Wayne's unlimited credit card. They are treated VIPs- as the Lounge is a legitimate business despite everyone knowing the owner is Penguin- and are seated right before Siren's stage.

The lights drop, and the music tickles to a stop so the live band can get into place. Dick adjusts his cuffs, presses the record button on the hidden video camera on the metal, and leans on his hands to point it to the stage.

They are all wearing earplugs, hoping to stop Siren's powers, but it's better to have someone far away who won't be effect by the sound watching just in case the three get mind-controlled.

The singer who takes the stage is beautiful androgynous in everything from their outfit to their features, but none can deny their beauty of them. They stand in a shimmering black suit resembling a modern king attire, with a half veil dripping from their shoulders. A particular ice crystal snowflake design tattoo circles their neck in a breath-catching upturn of their head.

Once Sirens opens their mouth in the first verse, Cass can understand why the mythical creatures could lure sailors to their water deaths. The voice is as beautiful as the singer, and she can't look away.

She rises with the tempo, falls with the beat, and flouts into the rhythm of Siren's voice. It's not until the singer descends the stage to sing to the lucky few upfront does she realizes she has forgotten why she came here tonight.

Jason carefully presses his foot against her, and she struggles to take her eyes off Siren to look at her bother. His face is relaxed and cocky, like the wealthiest man son can be, but his body language screams worry.

Worry for her.

Shoot, had she allowed herself to fall under Siren's spell?

The singer struts back to the stage, arms raised before slowly lowering on the last long memorizing note, and the lights drop. She clasps politely along with the rest, her heart fluttering.

"That was amazing!" Dick cheers, whistling like a loon. His civilian persona does resemble Brucie the most. "Encore! Encore!"

Siren looks at their table with a bashful smile, and Cass's heart falls. Before she can do anything knowing what that means, the doors to the lounge get blown right off the hinges, and screams erupt through the room.

A rival gang is tearing through the room. Cass hits the ground with her brothers, mentally cursing they can't blow their cover as the thugs quickly round up hostages. One grabs Siren's veil, ripping it right off as the singer tries to run. The action causes them to trip over the stage's long walkway before falling into a table stacked with wine glasses.

She fights to urge to scream when Siren falls. Cass needs to focus on finding a place to change and get control of the situation. Siren could be hurt, they could be-

"You asshole!" The siren screams, standing up and neck tattoo flaring a bright blue. "You ruined my suit!"

The man scoffs, pointing a gun at their head "So what? It couldn't be that expensive for Penguin's little plaything to offered."

"It was a gift!" The siren screams in a sound voice as cold as ice and as unforgiving as death. Cass feels the air freeze over, and suddenly, Siren is signing. But it's not the sweet song from before; now, it's a dead melody that promises death.

She presses herself against the floor more, trying to escape the sound. Her heart is beating so fast that she wonders if she is dosed with Fear Toxin. Cass doubts the others are fairing better as sobs break through the room.

The man holding the gun drops to his knees, screaming and clutching his ears.

Siren remains standing, hair bleeding into white, eyes a blazing green, and his neck tattoo expanding into a crown that seems to cover the lower half of their face. It's a beautiful sight as much as it is terrifying.

Cass can't look away.

Just as quickly as it started, the signing ends when the man falls unconscious and Siren looks human again. They fret over their suit uncaring of the stares from the rest of the club, and make their way to the changing room without a by-your-leave.

Cass is in love.

"We have to report this to B," Jason hisses. "That was Lazaurs Wails."

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #The Siren of Iceberg Lounge #requests #dead silent #Danny is androgynous goals #Nonbinary Danny #Ghost King Danny #They just want to sing bro let them sing

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rubycruzin4abruzin · 13 days

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(you) on my arm

Summary: On the eve of Kit’s wedding, she announces that she’s leaving Tir Asleen for good. You’ll do anything to convince her to stay, even if your class difference forbids it.

Pairing: servant!reader x princess!kit tanthalos

Contains: enemies to friends to lovers, mature language and content, smut, oral sex (both receiving), light gagging, medieval roleplay, forbidden intimacy, mutual pining, dom!kit, switch!reader, 18+, MDNI

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Based on the song “(You) On My Arm” by Leith Ross. I’ve had this idea for a while, it feels SO good to get it out! Also, we need more Kit Tanthalos smut, why am I starving here??

Your relationship with the princess of Tir Asleen was… interesting to say the least.

You knew what you were in for when you were hired to work as a castle servant. Kit sort of had a reputation for teasing the “help,” and you saw it a lot with one of the kitchen hands whom she often referred to as “muffin girl.” It’s not that you had a problem with the kitchen hand in question, it was just that she never really spoke up for herself, instead opting to sit back and let it happen. You, on the other hand, were much more fiery and quick-witted.

One day, you passed by Kit in another sword sparr with Jade while you were fetching water from the castle well. You hadn’t had much combat training outside of stick fights in the woods with the other village children in your youth, but even then you could tell that Jade was so much better than Kit. It was comical, really, especially considering how it was well known that the princess always won against combat with the knight.

Their fight took away from your attention long enough for you to lose your footing on a misplaced rock and trip, spilling the buckets of water you were holding all over the slick gravel. You cursed, knowing you’d have to walk all the way back to the well to fetch more.

The commotion caused Kit and Jade to drop their swords momentarily and look in your direction. Kit recognized you from the castle staff and smirked, an insult forming on her lips.

“Feeling thirsty, maid?” She called out. “In the future, I’d appreciate it if the castle’s water supply wasn’t compromised the next time you decide to drool over me and my incredible sword skills.”

Anger bubbled inside you while the cocky princess snickered at her own joke. You turned to see Jade rolling her eyes, which made you feel a bit better. Taking a deep breath, you faced Kit and flashed her a sickly sweet smile.

“Of course, your highness. I’ll make sure to keep your ‘incredible sword skills’ in mind the next time I’m patching a tear in your clothing after a spar with Jade.”

Kit’s jaw dropped, her eyes widening and her face flushing a new shade of crimson. Jade dissolved into a fit of laughter, not used to seeing the princess of Tir Asleen being put in her place. All Kit could do was stand there, embarrassed, and gape at you as you picked up the buckets and turned away to walk back to the well.

After the initial wave of confidence from your interaction had dialed down, you began to realize how easily Kit could get you fired. She was the princess after all, she could have anything she wanted at the snap of her fingers, and she knew that. The next couple nights, you laid awake in the servant chambers, and wondered if tomorrow was the day Kit would complain to Sorsha and have you promptly removed from the castle.

But the day never came. You would pass by Kit in the halls, and while she would always purposely avoid eye contact, she never seemed to harbor any ill intents. About a week or so later, she hit you with another taunting remark, and you fired one back out of instinct. This time, instead of getting embarrassed or angry, Kit simply shot you a side-eyed smile and walked away.

Since that day, your relationship with the princess of Tir Asleen was permanently altered into something Kit had never had with one of the palace hands. She would come at you with a quick remark, and you would respond with a sly taunt, or vice versa. Witty one-liners soon turned into full conversations, and your snarky dynamic began to blossom into a genuine friendship.

You had to admit, Kit had her qualities. Sure she was arrogant, stubborn, hot-headed, and a little selfish, but she was also funny, fearless, free-spirited, and… insanely pretty.

No doubt about it, Kit Tanthalos was hot. You’d never tell her that of course, her ego was inflated enough. Besides, her knowing you were attracted to her would surely give her ample ammo she’d use to tease you.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Kit thought the same about you. You weren’t a princess by any means, but your smooth complexion and gentle features made you a bit of a catch. Class differences aside, was your crush on the next heir to the throne so outrageous?

Stolen glances while passing each other in the hall only furthered your delusions. You swore you could see something in Kit’s eyes that was more than platonic, maybe even some sort of longing. Still, you had no way to be sure, so you opted to keep it to yourself.

Now, you stood in Kit’s room, folding her laundry while she was attending a ball downstairs. You weren’t invited of course, not that you really wanted to go anyway since this was the ball announcing Kit’s engagement to the Prince of Galladoorn. When Kit first told you about her engagement, you felt sick, anger and jealousy flooding your mind. But Kit seemed to just shrug it off, which meant she’s either completely avoiding the situation or has fully accepted her responsibility as heir to the throne.

Knowing Kit, you were pretty confident it was the former.

You scowled at the wedding dress laid out for tomorrow’s festivities. A part of you wanted to kick it under the bed, or take it in for cleaning and “accidentally” lose it. But you knew these actions would have serious consequences, so you stuck with shooting dirty looks to the garment from across the room.

While you were on the floor putting clothes away into Kit’s storage chest, you suddenly heard some commotion outside the door. Your ears perked up, trying to make out the muffled sounds. The voices of Kit and Sorsha were easy to make out, but they sounded angry, as if they were in some kind of fight.

“A petulant child who needs to grow up.”

Sorsha’s voice pierced through the door, followed by Kit’s muffled arguments, and then furious footsteps disappearing down the long corridor. Silence echoed throughout the bedroom before Kit threw open the door and stomped inside, not noticing you mostly hidden behind the foot of her bed.

Not wanting to alarm the princess, you decided to keep your presence unknown, Kit was angry enough as is. She picked up a pillow and punched it, before sitting on her bed and holding her face in her hands. The sound of her quiet sobs reverberated around the bedroom.

At this point, you felt as though you were infringing on the princess’ privacy. You were about 99.9% certain that Kit would never show this level of emotional vulnerability if she knew someone else was in the room. You slowly started to lower the lid to the now fully replenished storage chest, closing it with a dull thud.

Kit jumped at the sudden noise and whipped around, ready to yell at whoever had trespassed. Instead, she saw you standing there sheepishly, and her eyes softened.

“Oh, it’s just you.” She muttered, lowering her head again.

You rang your clammy hands in front of you. “Sorry, I was just putting away your laundry. Didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

Kit said nothing in response and continued to stare at her lap. The tear stains painted on her cheeks reflected against the room’s soft candlelight, making them impossible not to notice. Your heart lurched, seeing her in this state was killing you. Despite how uncomfortable you felt, your caring nature overtook and you cautiously moved towards Kit.

“Are you alright, Princess?”

Kit let out a shaky breath. “Jade is leaving.”

A thick silence hung in the air as you didn’t want to interrupt. Kit continued. “She’s going to train with the knights of Galladoorn.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, moving to sit next to the princess and lay a gentle hand on her back.

The only sound in the room was your hand scratching against the smooth material of Kit’s ball gown. Kit was sitting next to you, perfectly still on the edge of the bed, with a blank expression on her face. If the situation wasn’t so heavy, you might have found it kind of peaceful.

Suddenly, Kit jumped up, startling you and accidentally knocking your hand back down. “Kit, what are you…”

“I’m leaving.” She announced before grabbing a knapsack from the corner of her room.

You were speechless, unable to process what she said. “Leaving? What do you…”

Kit cut you off by throwing open her wooden storage chest, rapidly throwing clothes over her shoulder. You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Kit! I just folded those!”

“Well I’ll need clothes wherever I’m going, right?” She shot back, messily stuffing the garments into her knapsack.

She was beginning to scare you, so you tried to reason with her. “Kit, you’ve had a rough night, you’re not thinking clearly…”

“No! No, I’m thinking clearly for the first time in my whole life.” She interrupted.

“If you were thinking clearly, you would know that running away…”

“I’m not running away!” She finally stopped packing and turned to look at you, a somewhat crazed smile on her face. She grabbed your upper arms and pulled you in close, staring at you intently.

“I’m looking for something. It’s not here. It’s out there, somewhere, waiting for me. I have to find it.”

She squeezed your upper arms and let you go, returning to finish packing. You were stunned. Thoughts of what life in the castle would be like without her flooded your mind. You wanted to stop her. You wanted to talk her into staying. You wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, screaming that she was the most selfish person you’d ever met.

Instead, you stood frozen and helpless, watching the princess you grew to care for set to leave. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you managed to barely choke up a few words.

“I wish I’d had a chance to walk with you to parties.”

Kit froze, finally pausing her packing and glancing in your direction. “You mean the balls? Because they’re really not as great as you’d think…”

“I’d wear a dress, and walk in with you on my arm.” The tears started to pour down your face. You avoided eye contact, too ashamed to look at her.

Now Kit was really confused. “So… you want to dress up and go to a ball? Is that what this is about?”

“I don’t care about the stupid balls, Kit!” You exclaimed, now full on sobbing. “I don’t wanna go to a ball! I wanna keep cracking jokes with you in the corridors. I wanna keep stealing glances in the hallways. I wanna get you some pretty little thing and tell you how good it looks on you. I wanna watch you pick out your clothes in the morning and compliment your taste… and then make a snide remark about something. I don’t know what it’d be, but you’d smile and fire something back like you always do. I wanna do all these things with you. I can’t do that if you leave!”

You continued to sob, choking on your tears and struggling to breathe evenly. You felt pathetic, and part of you was ashamed to be confessing all of this to the princess. The other part, however, figured you’d already shared this much, you might as well share everything.

Kit stared at you, wide eyed and shocked. When she told you she was leaving, this was the last reaction she had expected. She took a step towards you. “Hey…”

“I’m in love with you, Kit!” You practically shouted over your shallow breaths. “I didn’t try to be but I am. I know I’m just a servant girl and I’m not a countess or a princess or…”

You were cut off by Kit grabbing your face and pulling you close until your foreheads touched. Your breath hitched and your heart beat faster, but otherwise the closeness seemed to calm you down. It was like the world had stopped, and everything disappeared. You and Kit may as well have been the only two people on earth.

“I don’t need you to get me pretty little things.” Kit started, your name ghosting over her lips. “You are my pretty little thing.”

Kit lifted your chin and crashed her lips against yours. Your body tensed as you were completely taken by surprise, but you soon wrapped your arms around her neck and sighed into the kiss. Her lips were soft, and tasted faintly of falernian wine.

She pulled back to allow you both to catch your breath. You gasped into each other's mouths, the bittersweet smiles you wore offsetting the tear stains that still sat on both of your cheeks.

“Kit, I…”

“Shh it’s ok, pretty girl.” She whispered as she ran her thumbs over your cheeks.

It was at this moment you realized that Kit was still in her ballgown. You knew she had a general distaste towards feminine clothing, instead leaning more towards a masculine look, but you thought it looked nice on her. The silky fabric felt nice against your skin, and you couldn’t help but notice how low her neckline dipped to expose a decent amount of her cleavage.

You pressed your lips to meet hers once again, subtly moaning upon impact. The two of you started inching towards her bed, almost subconsciously as neither of you could tell who started it. Kit bent to lay you down on her duvet and pulled away to meet your eyes.

“Is this ok?” She asked in a low voice.

You nodded, reaching around to pull at the strings on her back that were fastening her dress. She let you, staying perfectly still until you untied the last knot, and then helping you pull it down to a pool around her feet.

Your eyes traveled down Kit’s body, now covered by nothing but a corselette and short braies. She crawled onto the bed to hover over you again, her lips meeting yours once more. Her hands brushed over the side of your torso, before traveling up to lightly squeeze at your breast. You shivered, allowing a whimper to escape from your lips and dissolve into Kit’s mouth.

Kit pulled away from your kiss to latch onto your jaw and gently suck. You gasped, involuntarily bucking your hips against her, causing a smirk to appear on her face. She slowly began to pepper kisses down your neck, to your collarbone, until she reached the only bit of exposed flesh near your bosom that wasn’t covered by your dress. Her big blue eyes stared up at you as she rolled your flesh between her teeth and listened to your whimpers grow desperate by the second.

“Talk to me, honey.” She mumbled, slipping a hand underneath the skirt of your dress and resting it on your thigh. “Tell me what you want.”

“Kit…” you sighed, breathless. She didn’t budge, instead moving to soothe the mark she gave you with her tongue. You groaned, both out of pleasure and because you knew the other servants would almost undoubtedly notice the mark and give you quite the ribbing.

“Use your words, pretty girl.” God, it was like she knew just what to say to make your brain short circuit.

“T-touch me…” you managed to sputter out. “Kit… please.”

An accomplished grin spread across Kit’s features as she lifted the skirt of your dress until there was nothing to cover you but your pantyhose. You gulped, not used to being this exposed, especially in front of the Princess of Tir Asleen. Kit’s fingers wrapped around the band of your pantyhose, looking up at you for approval. You lifted your hips, and she slid them down your legs with ease, tossing them over her shoulder as soon as they reached past your feet.

Kit stared at your naked cunt, your arousal shimmering in the candlelight. She dragged two fingers through your folds before taking them both in her mouth, moaning at your taste. You had to bite your lip to keep from crying out her name, for fear of being heard by any passer-byers.

Upon first taste, Kit knew she needed more of you. She dove into you, encircling your clit with her tongue. There was nothing you could do to stop the primal groan from escaping the back of your throat, causing Kit to pull away and place a gentle hand over your mouth.

“Shh, pretty girl. Gotta be quiet, yeah?”

You gazed at the way your juices dripped down her chin. The sight was so erotic you barely even registered that she was talking to you, focusing solely on how your arousal glistened on her puffy pink lips.

She noticed the skirt of your dress was still bunched around your waist, and lifted up the hem until it was hovering above your lips.

“Open for me.”

You parted your lips, and Kit stuffed the bottom of your dress into your mouth, the linen cloth working to muffle your moans. She smiled at you, taking pleasure in seeing you gagged. “Such a good girl.”

Kit dove back in between your legs, swiping her tongue through your slit while gently holding your legs apart. Your head fell back on the bed while suffocated moans vibrated around the linen cloth. At this point she usually would’ve stopped to ask how you were feeling, but she took your pleasured whines as approval enough and kept going.

Your abdomen began to tighten, a sensation you were all-too-familiar with from a couple late-night solo dalliances. Your whines grew louder, more desperate as your jaw clenched harder on the linen fabric.

“Kith…” you groaned, trying to warn her through the cloth.

She nodded, keeping her head between your legs. “I know honey. Let go for me, yeah? You can do it.”

Her hot breath tickling your cunt while her tongue engulfed your clit only quickened the speed of your release. Your hips sputtered, chasing her greedy tongue and painting her features with your arousal. Kit could tell how close you were, and shot you a smug smile before gently squeezing your inner thighs, forcing your body into overdrive with a minimum amount of effort.

Your orgasm crashed over you like ocean waves on an island shore. The pleasure rippled through your body, forcing your knees to shake and your head to roll. You arched your back and rocked your pussy against Kit’s face, desperately trying to get as much out of your climax as possible.

Her voice echoed around the room and disappeared into the night air. “That’s it. Doing so good. So pretty like this. I knew you could do it. So good for me.”

After a moment or two, your hips slowed and your breathing evened as you came down from your high. A final moan ghosted your lips when Kit ceased her movements, lifting her head up to look at you with arousal still glazed across her mouth and chin. She licked her lips, making sure to get every drop, and helped you take your dress out of your mouth.

You laid on the bed, hair splayed across the duvet as you tried to catch your breath. Kit moved to sit next to you, smiling down at your collapsed state. “Feel better?”

“That was…” you sighed, at a complete loss for words.

You turned your head towards Kit, her lap sitting at your eye level. Even though you were still a little woozy, you could have sworn Kit’s braies had a small wet patch just between her thighs. Wanting to test the waters, you lifted your hand and grazed it over her thigh, watching her eyelids almost droop shut, and an involuntary sigh escape from her parted lips.

In the search for your own pleasure, you had almost forgotten about Kit’s.

A new wave of confidence washed over you, and you sat up to face your princess, a wicked idea popping into your head.

“Your highness… might thou please allow me to return the favor?”

Kit stared at you, confused by the unusual formality of your words until she noticed an amused glimmer flash across your eyes. Immediately understanding and falling in with the roleplay, she grabbed your jaw with one hand and pulled you close.

“Good little maids know how to serve their princess.”

A shiver managed to travel down your body before she kissed you once more, the faint taste of your juices still lingering on her lips. You pulled away and stood her up, untying her corselette and pulling down her braies, tossing them over your shoulder.

Kit was now standing in front of you, every inch of her completely exposed. The dim light from the candles danced across her bare skin as your eyes traveled down her body. You wrapped your arms around her neck and kissed her, trying to get as much of her up against you as possible.

You pushed her to sit on the edge of her bed, leaving frantic kisses down her body until you dropped to your knees in front of her. Her legs spread to give you access, and you wasted no time immersing your face to explore her already soaking wet folds. Kit wasn’t quite as vocal as you were, but her low curses and frantic grabs at your hair let you know you were doing a good job.

Kit’s feverish bucking soon picked up the pace, already so close from watching you get off at the hands of herself. You thought about stopping to tease her while she was in her desperate and needy state, but decided against it. Instead, you attached your lips to her swollen clit, flicking it with your tongue while your hand reached up to pinch one of her erect nipples.

A primal moan escaped from the back of Kit’s throat as her climax hit her all at once. She threw a hand over her mouth, muffled curses filling the bedroom while her hips bucked and sputtered helplessly against your face.

You looked up at her after her breathing evened and she settled down, your big doe eyes making an exaggerated expression of innocence. “Was that alright, your highness?”

Kit smirked, rolling her eyes at your insistence to continue the roleplay. “Yes, maid. Thank you for your service. If I need you again, I shall ring the bell.”

Practically snorting at Kit’s blatant sarcasm, you playfully smacked her leg, making her laugh. She fell back on the bed, motioning for you to lay your head on her chest before she wrapped her arm around you, fingers brushing through your disheveled hair.

A comfortable silence filled the bedroom, the only sounds heard were your hands on Kit’s chest and the faint brushing of her fingers through your hair. As wonderful as this night was, you couldn’t let go of the burning question that still lingered in the air.

“Kit?”

“Yes, pretty girl?”

Your heart melted at the nickname, making you dread the next question even more.

“Are you still going to leave?”

Kit sighed, and let go of you to stand up and get dressed. She stepped over her ballgown still lying in a heap and opted for some more traditional masculine attire. She refused to look at you, refused to answer your question.

“Kit?”

“I have to leave.” She answered bluntly.

You felt your heart sink to your feet, and tears well up in your eyes. You actually thought she’d change her mind, thought that you meant something to her. After everything that just happened, she’s still leaving?

“Oh…”

Kit paused, swallowing before her next words. “Of course, I’ll have to be armed…”

You nodded, still staring at your lap, only half listening and not understanding.

Kit stepped in front of you, and lifted your chin to meet her gaze. “I want you to come with me.”

You froze, breath hitching in surprise, and your eyes widened at the suddenly vulnerable princess in front of you. “W-what?”

“I want you to come with me.” Kit repeated. “There’s something out there for me, I can feel it, but I don’t wanna find it without you. Think about it. On the journey, I can hunt, and you can cook. When we get to wherever we’re going, I don’t have to be a princess anymore, and you don’t have to be a servant. We can just… be. I don’t know exactly where we’re going, but I know wherever we go, I want to have you on my arm.”

You stared up at her, your brain still processing her question. She smiled at you, slightly apprehensive for your answer, and held out her arm for effect.

“I’d be better armed, if you agreed to take it.”

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twincovesgame · 2 months

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Romance in Twin Coves

Something I've been thinking about while working on the script for Twin Coves is how the romance works. I think I've talked before about how the romance in the game isn't just about flirting with the ROs enough. It's about who the MC is as a person, and thus not all ROs are going to fall for every MC. (You will know about halfway though the game if your MC has caught your desired RO's eye.)

I read an article awhile ago about treating romance in games like kindness coins vs a house of cards. (The article was here, but it now directs to a 404 page sadly.) With kindness coins... you just say the "right" thing the correct amount of times and voila romance unlocked. And that's a fine way to do romance. Certainly makes it easier on the writer. But that's not really how romance... works.

Saying the "right" thing to someone 15 times in real life doesn't equal romance. What about who you are as a person? What about who they are? Do you have things in common? How do you treat other people? Just complimenting someone, saying flirty things, and giving them a gift isn't how real love works.

Something I'm trying (emphasis on trying) to do in Twin Coves is have the romances be based on more then just saying a nice thing to get a point towards winning over the RO of your choice. The choices the MC makes throughout the game outside of the romance also effect the romance. Even little things like the song they pick in the car.

Of course, some ROs are easier to woo than others. That's true to life as well. Some ROs already have feelings for the MC, so there is probably very little the MC could do to ruin that. Some ROs are quite determined to keep their feelings out of it, and will take more effort. Not just flirting, but getting to know them and them getting to know the main character back. Building up a sense of trust. There is one RO who is very difficult to romance. I think it may even make some players mad as there is a very strict requirement for entering into a romance with him I don't think some players will want to make. (Actually, there's probably a couple that fit this description.) However, that's also true to life. Some things are deal breakers, for either the MC or the RO. Good news: there's eight other routes to pick from!

And, in a similar vein, not every route is going to appeal to everyone. You may have thought Eli was hot, for example, only to realize he's not for you once you get to know him. Or maybe a route you thought you'd hate will surprise you. That's definitely happened to me a few times. I put off a route thinking I wouldn't like the RO... only for that route to become my favorite.

This is also why there are no flirt indicators in the game. Because there are no kindness coins. I don't want players to think about choices as right or wrong - only as what's true to their MC. You may be surprised as to who you attract. Also, any option that is romantic is going to be pretty obvious. I also don’t want players to feel they have to make a certain romantic choice to win their RO over. Whether you go in for a kiss or feel it’s more true to the MC to wait… the RO isn’t going to be secretly keeping score on you.

(I am keeping score though. Just don’t look too far behind the curtain. Point systems are the only way I know how to program. I just don’t want it to feel like a point system, ya know?)

And for those who just wanna kiss everyone, goddamnit!! There is always the walkthrough 💙

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coqvttes · 6 months

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hello!! first of all, congrats on 600!! you honestly are an amazing writer and truly deserve it. anyways i was wondering if i could get a drabble with leon kennedy and lana del rey’s song playing dangerous?🩷 (my thing for hot police officers is at it again 😭)

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey! thank you, love, you're the sweetest i really appreciate it! yes, you can, i really love this song and it goes so well with rookie leon, i might turn this into a whole fic! (i mixed the lyrics a little bit to make it fit better)

nsfw : fem!reader, sub!leonish, teasing rookie leon, suggestive.

"everybody knows that i'm a good girl officer"

'knock knock!'

rushing to open the front door, you wonder why on earth someone would be knocking at this hour. you forget to put on something decent and open the door to be met with a handsome police officer. you find yourself looking at him up and down, too busy checking out the man to even think about why a police officer was knocking at your door this late.

"could i help you, officer?" you ask sweetly, fluttering your lashes at the handsome man in uniform. he looks young; he must be new. this town is fairly small and you swear you've never seen him before.

a faint flush adorns his charming features as he fully takes in your appearance, dressed in a skimpy little nightgown with eyes innocent and nervous that gaze up at him. he coughs out of his trance and you finally get to hear his voice.

"sorry to bother you at this hour, i'm officer kennedy, leon kennedy, we just got a call about suspicious activity around here, could i just ask you a few questions, please?"

"no, i wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure"

"am i in trouble, officer..?" your voice is meek and your eyes are concerned. you look straight into his eyes and blood rushes right to his dick. his eyes move lower to avoid your gaze but then he finds himself staring right at your cleavage. fuck.

"n-no! it's- i just need to ask you a few things, its a simple procedure nothing serious!" he pries his eyes away from your chest to look at you again.

"tell me, do you always work alone so late?"

he goes over a few simple questions but you don't pay much attention, too busy fiddling with the necklace around your neck as you nod along with him. he finds himself stuttering over his words, unable to concentrate with a pretty girl like you teasing him.

he tries so hard not to stare at your tits peeking out of your skimpy dress with the way you lean in closer to hear what he’s asking, even though you know exactly what he's saying, you just have to make it so difficult for him, don't you?

he notices how you shiver slightly from the chill in the air and doesn't think before he speaks.

"gosh, i'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown"

"perhaps i could talk to you inside?" his eyes widen at his own words as heat spreads across his cheeks and you offer him a charming smile before nodding. god that sweet smile of yours, it's going to kill him.

that's why he can't help himself when you invite him into your home, offering him a glass of water as you sit ever so close to him on your sofa. your hand resting on his tense thigh as you lean in closer, your tits pressing against him arm. he's realizes how hard he is and then you're making an excuse that its too hot in the room, so you slip off your thin shawl.

let's just say rookie officer kennedy went a little overtime tonight.

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acciocriativity · 1 year

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-> | You're on the quieter side | Ateez Reaction (Hyung Line)

Context: For all of these reactions, the scenario is the same. They're hanging out as a friend group (OT8 + reader), talking about life and getting to know each other more, since reader is new around all of them as a group.

Genre: fluff

Warnings/tags: mentions of eating and drinking alcohol; mentions of shyness; implications of social anxiety; chaotic and loud Ateez

Ateez Masterlist

Maknae Line version

Park Seonghwa (박성화): he'd ease you into the conversation

You're the type of person that needs time to warm up to people, Mingi knew this, but it's been such a long time since it happened in your friendship, almost a year now, that he genuinely forgot how uncomfortable some situations could be for you, and considering the amount of crazy shit he saw you say and do, could you really blame him? He thought you'd fit perfectly in his friend group since the first month he met you, and now, you finally agreed to meet them, but it wasn't going how he expected it.

You turned into a completely new person right in front of his eyes, a quieter one, the moment his friends got to the table, since you both were the first ones to get there.

He tried hard not to laugh as you smiled and waved to Yeosang and Seonghwa, who just sat by your side. He wouldn't be such an asshole to laugh at you or tease you at that moment, you were pink enough already.

"So, how long do you know each other?"

"I'm so sorry for you, he's so annoying, isn't he?

"Be honest, does he talk shit behind our backs? Song Mingi, you'd be dead if you do."

They did their best to make conversation and make you comfortable, and it worked to be fair. You answered them to the best of your abilities, highly entertained as they started to tease Mingi, it was one of your favorite activities to do. So you didn't doubt it, you could get along well with these guys.

But it was a bit overwhelming to pay attention to so many different comments and reactions, you were far from used to it. You wouldn't consider yourself shy, no, not at all, but you never had many friends, social interactions like this were not your forte.

A few drinks later, you felt a little tap on your shoulder, and you looked over at Seonghwa, his eyes were focused on you.

"Are you okay?", he asked in a hushed tone as he leaned a little bit to your right.

"Yes, I am, but why are you asking?", you whispered back, genuinely curious.

You didn't even realize you got so quiet, trying to take in most of the conversation, unless, of course, someone asked you something directly.

"You seemed a little distracted, we are so loud, aren't we?"

"I think no one could deny that statement", you said, and both of you laughed.

"It's worse than this most of the time, can you imagine what it's like to live with them?"

You couldn't, but he painted a great picture of it for you.

The hours passed, the food and alcohol came, and you got bit by bit more comfortable around them, thanks to Seonghwa's efforts (and just a little bit of Mingi's) to ease you in a smaller conversion between just you three to a broader conversation later on.

Kim Hongjoong (김홍중): he'd escape for a little bit with you

Hongjoong felt so, so bad for you, that he wanted to scold his members, and he barely knew you, at all. If he was closer to your side, he would strike a conversation with you, but he wasn't.

You were Wooyoung's friend and that's all he knew about you at first, since Wooyoung seemed protective of you for an unknown and probably unreasonable motive. So much so, that they all thought you two were dating, until now.

The thing about them is that they're loud, loud on a daily basis, the moment alcohol is involved? It could scare some people away, and he feared you would be one of those people.

You looked terrified the moment Mingi and Jongho started to yell at each other for some dumb reason Hongjoong didn't pay attention to, but your reaction was so funny, he almost laughed. You were wide-eyed observing the scene unfold, and even more surprised that no one seemed to care at all, you didn't know they were always like that, and your face the moment Wooyoung started to instigate the discussion even more? Hilarious, but it seemed like he was the only one paying attention to you at the moment.

Then Seonghwa took Hongjoong's attention for a bit, and the moment he looked over at you again, you were gone.

Wooyoung and Mingi were now giggling together, and before he could say anything, Yunho spoke up first.

"Wooyoung-ah, is your friend okay?", Yunho tapped his shoulders and only then, Wooyoung realized you weren't there, only your bag on the chair.

"Yeah, I think so", Wooyoung frowned while he spoke, but he shrugged right after, because he knew you would be back soon.

And you really would. You left to catch your breath for a moment, let the nervous level down and go back as soon as possible, but Hongjoong found you first.

"Hey, you want to go grab ice cream down the street with me?"

Well, now you had the perfect opportunity to escape the chaos and get to know him a little more, how could you refuse?

Jeong Yunho (정유호): he'd include you in every conversation

There's some sort of magic to when you have someone's attention focused on you, and you can see that they are listening, and that they actually care.

You do think it is a little bit unfair to say that people who don't do that, don't care. Everyone is talking, right? There are multiple conversations going on, the topic changes so fast, then someone screams something and everybody is laughing. This is what happened through most of the night, a lot of changes in the dynamics and energy of the table, it was a lot to take in to say the least. But there was a constant by your side, Jeong Yunho himself being the absolute MVP of your night.

The moment you sat by his side, he welcomed you with a small, but bright smile and a short introduction, and you thought that he might be a little shy too, just like you.

Oh, how wrong you were. Yunho was the one who kept the conversation going with you, included you into the other conversation and quietly explained some of the jokes to you.

"You know, you didn't say a single thing to me until now", you said to Jongho, sat on your other side, the moment the chaos died down.

"Of course, I did! We were all talking minutes ago", his tone raised immediately, and his offended face made everyone laugh.

"I don't know, I'd be worried to lost your position to Yunho after tonight."

Jongho calmly looked at you, and then to a Yunho, who was trying to hold in a massive grin.

"Oh really? Then I'm going to past to him all of the things you tol-"

"You know what? Eat more, here, eat this", you interrupted him, picked a lonely piece of chicken in hurry, and shoved down his throat to shup him up.

Everyone laughed while Jongho coughed like crazy.

Kang Yeosang (강여상): he'd help you without even knowing

Poor Yeosang, he's more awkward than you in that table. He's not the best at making friends or talking to someone for the first time. He doesn't know where to look, because you were right in front of him, and to be honest, if the boys weren't mean like that, he would say it was on purpose.

Everything was going smoothly, after all those were his friends in a comfortable set up, but you were there, so he couldn't make himself be as talkative or as loud, and they all noticed.

"Are you OK, Yeosang-ah? You seem a little red", the devil himself, Jeong Wooyoung said.

Now, all of the attention were on him, including yours. If he was red before, now he was bright pink.

"I'm okay, of course, why something wouldn't be okay?", he said, while he did his best to keep his eyes on a random table in the restaurant.

"Oh, I don't know, you're quieter today, that's all", that was all Wooyoung said, while taking another sip of his drink.

But that was enough for the others to join in.

For you? It was heaven. You were so distracted, laughing along with the jokes, that you forgot all about the pressure on your shoulders to impress those people.

By the end of the night, you felt comfortable with everyone, including Yeosang, even though he barely talked to you directly, you felt like you could relate to him, and you knew him better than before

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bangchan-mytruelove · 1 year

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omg hi a fellow not lady who loves bang chan as much as i do!! i love your fics sm theyre the only male/gn reader stuff i can find for him, especially for the smut

speaking of... id like to send in a request

chan x male reader smut where chan has a huge praise kink:) maybe theyre already bfs and theyre in the studio then reader casually compliments him, notices how much it affects chan, and things escalate

First ever request yay~!

I get you dude, I've been living with reading afab/fem reader for Chan but is not the same 🙃 so, to all male readers starving for some Bangchan content, I am here to serve you!

|Bang Chan x Top!Male!Reader|

|Weak For Praise|

•Lime•

Warning; praise, semi-public (you're in his studio), thigh riding, cum eating, established relationship, bottom!chan, top!reader, nicknames (puppy, good boy, baby)

Word Count; 1.5k

This wasn't meant to happen. It was just a casual, passing compliment, the usual thing (M/n) did, and yet somehow, this time he realized just how much Chan actually liked getting praised.

Accompanying Chan in his studio wasn't rare, the male actually liked having (M/n) around whenever he was working on music, sometimes another's person view on a song could really help him, especially if he got stuck, ran out of ideas, or just lacked the inspiration. And that's exactly what (M/n) was doing now.

He was attentively listening to the new track Chan was working on, and it was safe to say he was vibing with it, even if there was something in the beat that didn't quite fit just yet, most likely because the track was still unfinished and fresh, but it was good and Chan realized that when he saw the wide smile on (M/n)'s face.

Taking the headphones off once Chan paused the track, (M/n) gently patted Chan's curly hair, "You did so well, baby, it already is such a good song," it was an innocent praise that didn't mean to mean something else, but Chan felt how his face started to heat up, his ears burning red soon enough.

He blinked a few times and looked down at his hands, playing with the sleeves of his oversized hoodie.

"Thank you, (M/n)," his voice was weak, just loud enough for the male to hear him.

(M/n) thought his reaction was a little odd, so experimentally, he moved his hand to scratch the curls on the back of his head, seeing how his body shivered at his touch, a small, muffled moan releasing from his throat, loud enough for (M/n) to hear him, and he decided why not tease a bit about it.

"My little puppy likes it when he gets praised, doesn't he?" Leaning closer to Chan's neck, (M/n) saw instinctively how he tilted his head, giving him free access to his beautifully unmarked skin, "Good boy," he whispered in his ear, soon pressing his lips on his neck, leaving kisses that lingered on his heated skin a bit too much.

Chan whined, squirming on his chair and pressing his thighs together for a moment, "I'm... a good boy?" He asked breathlessly, obviously wanting- needing the praise from (M/n).

And smirking when he noticed the subtle neediness in his voice, (M/n) made Chan look at him straight in the eye, his warm brown eyes unfocused, a dazed, desire-filled look in them.

"You're my good boy, Channie," whether it was because of his words or his voice, (M/n) heard loud and clear the needy whimper Chan released, and gently holding his face in his hand, he closed the distance between their lips, kissing him with fervor and passion, their love not needing to be spoken for them to know.

Lowering his hands to hold onto Chan's chair armrests, he spun him around, breaking their kiss and smiling when Chan whined, wanting to connect their lips again.

Sweetly pushing his curls back, (M/n) held Chan's hand in his, making him stand up and walk toward him, patting his lap in a silent invitation for him to straddle his hips. Slowly, Chan placed one knee on the couch, next to (M/n)'s thigh, and the male smiled at him, reaching his hands to hold onto his hips, slowly guiding him on top of him.

Chan rested his forearms on (M/n)'s shoulders, his fingers playing with strands of his hair. (M/n) tilted his head slightly, his hands still holding onto Chan's hips, his eyes trailing down just enough to stare at his plump lips, of course, Chan wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted so it didn't take him long to lean down and press his lips on (M/n)'s.

Unable to hold back his smirk, (M/n)'s hand moved slowly until they were resting on Chan's ass, subtly squeezing his cheeks and making the male on his lap whine. "(M/n)~" Chan moved his hips, grinding against (M/n)'s clothed cock, letting out a soft gasp when he felt the male's erection pressing between his legs, "I want you..."

Licking his lip, (M/n) pressed Chan's body closer to his, inching closer to his neck, "There's nothing to prep you here, puppy, I don't wanna hurt you," squirming on his lap, Chan trailed his hands down to (M/n)'s chest and further down to the waistband of his sweatpants, his fingers tracing the outline of his hard cock.

"I'll be fine, I just need you, (M/n), please..." He whispered breathlessly and (M/n) really had to bite his tongue to hold himself back, thinking of something that could distract Chan for a while.

"How about you ride my thigh instead, baby? Then I'll give it to you for as long as you want once we get to my apartment," he moved away from Chan's neck enough to look at him in the eyes, "What do you say, puppy? Are you gonna be a good boy and obey?"

Feeling shivers running down his spine, Chan nodded and shifted his weight until one of his knees was in between (M/n)'s legs, keeping a subtle pressure on his cock.

Smiling at the curly-haired male, (M/n) slowly started guiding Chan's hips on his thigh, paying close attention to the small sounds he released, short gasps and breathless moans coming out right next to his ear once he buried his face back on Chan's neck, leaving kisses on his skin.

The feeling of (M/n)'s warm breath made Chan grip the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt, letting out a needy whine as he grinded his hips faster, harder, his cock twitching inside his clothes, drops of pre-cum wetting his underwear and staining through his pants.

"That's my good boy, look at you, riding my thigh and letting out such pretty moans, baby," (M/n) pressed a trail of kisses up his neck and cheek until he reached Chan's lip, pushing his tongue inside when Chan slightly opened his mouth, whimpering when he pulled back, "I wanna see you cum, puppy, can you cum for me?" Releasing a desperate whine, Chan shook his head, trying to get more stimulation on his cock, but it wasn't enough.

He needed more than just grinding, he needed to get fucked on this damn couch. Right now.

"I can't-" he mumbled, pulling harder on (M/n)'s clothes, "I can't cum... (M/n), please I wanna cum," his eyes were filled with tears, his hand clumsily reaching for (M/n)'s cock, attempting to pull it out and just take it in, not caring about the pain he'll be feeling the next morning, "I need to feel you... inside me, please~ it hurts..."

Taking a deep breath, (M/n) contemplated obeying Chan's pleas, but someone could walk in on them at any moment and they couldn't be too loud, they will get caught, for sure.

So instead, (M/n) moved his hand and pulled Chan's pants and underwear enough to slide his hand in, teasing his leaking tip with his fingers, spreading his pre-cum over his shaft. Chan leaned over (M/n)'s shoulder, grinding his hips back and forth to thrust his cock into (M/n)'s hand, biting hard on his bottom lip to hold back a louder moan that was threatening to come out.

(M/n) jerked Chan off for a few seconds, slightly squeezing at its base before rubbing his tip, coating his hand with his pre-cum.

Chan wrapped his arms around (M/n)'s middle, muffled cries of pleasure filling the quiet room, "I'm gonna..."

"Is okay, baby, cum on my hand," a few more jerks of his hand had Chan closing his eyes tightly, his cum spilling out and staining (M/n)'s hands, some dripping down his length, "Such a good boy, so obedient, my precious Channie," (M/n) whispered next to his ear, pressing a kiss on his hair.

Taking his hand out, (M/n) stared at how Chan's cum slowly dripped down his hand, and he couldn't resist.

He moved his hand closer to his face and started licking the cum off of it, a slightly sweet taste to it, barely perceptive. At the sight, Chan couldn't hold back the high-pitched whine he released, feeling how only one orgasm wasn't enough to satisfy him.

"Can we... go now?" He asked in a whisper, and (M/n) smirked at him, kissing him and letting Chan taste himself in his mouth, making him whimper as he found the action way too hot.

"Since my puppy was a good boy, he'll get a reward," he held Chan tight against his body, letting him feel his hard cock, throbbing inside the confinement of his clothes, "Hopefully, you remember your safe word, right?" Without saying a word, Chan nodded, standing up with wobbly legs and fixing his pants, "Good, now make sure you get everything done and we can go."

Never has Chan saved a file and gathered his things as quickly as he did just then.

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back2bluesidex · 9 months

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Could I request Snow on the Beach and Tae? I don't have any specific genre requests. But I love how dream-like your writing is, and it would fit the overall vibe of the song. 🥰

Snow on the Beach - KTH

Pairing: Actor!Taehyung X Assistant Director!Reader

Theme: Fluff, confessions

Song: Snow on the Beach

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Nothing at all

Minors and Karens Are Not Allowed in this Blog!!

A/N: Thank you so much for this request and also, thanks for calling my writing dream-like. 😭 Hope this turned out the way you wanted.

“And cut!” the director’s voice pierce through the wet, chilly but somehow pleasant ocean air.

Seven months worth of hard work comes to an end today, just within a blink. How did seven months vanish in thin air, just like that?

It was just yesterday when you got Mr. Choi’s call out of the blue, asking you to assist him as an assistant director in one of his upcoming dramas. You heave a sigh of relief. Obviously, everything that’s good, comes to an end, regardless of your wishes. Now it’s time to pray. Praying for the final product to turn out just as you and Mr.Choi want, praying for the drama to be received well, praying for your career to finally take off after the success of this project, praying to meet Kim Taehyung again and again.

God! You are so impossibly in love! And you never planned on this. Certainly, a struggling, barely getting by, direction professional like you could not even afford to think of falling for someone as high profile as Kim Taehyung, who is also one of the most popular actors of the industry.

Yet, you did. You fell for him, that too, head over heels.

Taehyung is nothing like what you thought he would be. This being the first project with him, you got to see him upclose.

Usually high profile actors and actresses like him tend to be nosy, a little problematic and sometimes straight up rude.

But Taehyung is different.

Every time you suggested something, he listened to it, considered it, told you if he likes it or not and if he did, he acted upon your suggestions.

He would always go an extra mile and would bring snacks and coffees to the set.

He was hardly ever late.

He would place his own suggestions very gently whenever he didn’t like something instead of being super aggressive about it.

All in all, Kim Taehyung is certainly the most well-mannered and professional actor you have ever worked with.

He is also the most handsome human being you have ever witnessed.

His handsome features are certainly there but what makes him even more beautiful is the light that he emits. You have never seen anyone lit from within except for Taehyung. And as a result, you were falling hopelessly in love with him, even before you realized.

You feel new, you feel refreshed, you feel content, you feel foreign under your own skin, is this what being in true love is? Just loving the person from a distance and not dying for their reciprocation? Is this what overpowers desires and sends you to a different dimension where you could stare at the person for hours after hours without wanting them to spare you a glance? And everything else becomes a bonus?

You don’t realize that you have been staring at Taehyung for quite a few minutes while he hugs and greets staff congratulating a successful culmination of the shoot. But then you feel someone’s elbow on your upper arm, your trance breaks.

“Get ready by seven. We are hitting the club tonight” says Hyun Mi, one of the production staff slash your new friend, as she brushes sand off her jeans.

“Umm.. I am not going.” You reply, your eyes find the man again.

“What? Why?” She is visibly upset.

“I am tired. I need some sleep before the flight tomorrow. You guys have fun.” You reply, stealing a last glance at Taehyung. He catches your gaze on him and gives you a little smile accompanied with a small bow.

Your heart starts beating abnormally in your chest. You bow back before starting to pack your stuff neatly in your bag.

“It’s never tiring to watch the ocean, isn’t it?” the low, baritone voice that you have come to love so much, startles you out of nowhere. Your body shifts on its own accord in reaction to the voice and your coffee cup clanks against the balcony railing.

“Easy, easy. It’s just me. Taehyung. Did I scare you?” he chuckles at your flustered form.

Fuck. What is he doing here? You think.

“Oh yes. You did.” You reply, inhaling a sharp breath. “Didn’t expect you here. I thought you were having dinner with the production house staff?”

“I escaped.” he whispers, standing beside you a little too closely. Close enough for your arms to brush with his. Goosebumps spread all over your body, even though you are wearing a thick sweater.

“What about you though? I thought you were clubbing with others?” His breath hits your skin directly and you understand the intensity of the proximity.

“Nah. I would rather sit and stare at the sea alone.” you answer.

“Then you don’t mind me keeping you company. Do you?”

“Not at all. I appreciate it.”

You two fall into a comfortable silence. There is no rush, no urgency of saying anything… just you and Taehyung, watching the ocean making and breaking a new wave each second. The moment feels too intimate, something you would share with a lover.

Ironically enough, you are sharing it with the man you are in love with, also the man you can’t have. But it’s alright. You are at least sharing it with him. You don’t want anything more. You don’t even dare to wish for anything more.

“Umm… are you perhaps seeing someone? As in dating?” He is the one to break the silence with a question that you have never expected.

“No.” Your voice is small, unsettled and you don’t even know why.

“Then.. Do you mind having a coffee with me when we go back to Seoul? I am free for the rest of the month so any time you can manage will be okay with me.” Taehyung manages to say it all within one breath. If you are not wrong then, his voice suggests nervousness.

“Are you- are you asking me out?” Your own voice isn’t anything better. You, too, are very nervous. But your nervousness amplifies by tenfold when you turn your head to look at Taehyung.

Soft ocean breeze ruffles his hair, his caramel brown eyes are full of mystery, his tongue pokes out of his mouth and wets his lips, you are staring at the scene as if he is aurora borealis.

“Fuck. You’re beautiful.” Wait, did you just think loudly? But no. It's Taehyung’s voice. Wait, did he just call you beautiful?

Your face hits up within a second. Your lips get caged within your teeth but you can’t hide your smile. Taehyung just called you beautiful, fuck! He did. You smile as if you just won a contest.

“So, what’s your answer?” Taehyung’s voice rings right in your ear.

“I would love to have a coffee with you, Taehyung.” You somehow manage to voice out, despite the crazy beating of your heart.

“I think I will need your personal number then.” Taehyung chuckles as he scoots even closer to your body, placing his hand on top of yours.

#bts fluff #taehyung fluff #bts x reader #taehyung x reader #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #taehyung x you #bts x you #bts x y/n

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fairykazu · 5 months

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TRACK 5: KNOCK KNOCK! WHOS THERE?

"name? are you there?" kazuha asked, his voice was muffled. you laughed nervously,

"yes, i am! don't worry. i'll be there in a bit, just let me do somethiiiing real quick." you answered. you wondered what was off about your apartment until you realized it's a bit messy. by a bit, you mean, it's terrible. it's like every world storm disaster decided to visit your home. you quickly tidied up your place until it was decently cleaned. you opened the door, "hi, kazuha! i hope you didn't wait too long." his nose was dusted with a bit of pink since the cold, he slowly moved his limbs to your apartment.

"no... not at all." he spoke. you noticed you forgot to put away your undergarment on the floor, quickly, you slid it behind the closet next to the door, hoping your highschool crush didn't notice. unknownst to you, he had, he chuckled a bit before he changed the subject, "what kind of song would you want to write?"

leading kazuha to the living room, you fluffed a pillow as he sat down. putting the pillow down and sitting near him, you laughed a little, "didn't you ask me? what genre do you think fits me the best?" well, you had already done enough pop. maybe it would be time for you to do some indie? he shrugged, "what are you most comfortable with?"

"i think, pop, it's a bit mainstreamed though."

"ok, what if you go for pop again but experiment with sounds that sounds like a dream?"

"what do you mean?"

pulling out his phone, kazuha quickly searched something up and played a song by barbara, the idol known as shinin' miracles. "like a dream pop?"

“i love barbara’s music but would it be like copy cat? i dont want to be all controversial.”

he scooted closer to you. you noticed every feature of his face and especially his maple-colored eyes. shit, has he ever changed from high school? he feels the same but is he prettier than before? you tried to ignore it as he continues, “when your albums out, you could release this after and say its inspired by barbara. i'm sure she would be flattered.”

“ohh! okay, i think i have to ask the kamisatos about this but i could work with this."

you yawned as kazuha brought over the third round of canned drinks, "do you think the lyrics are good enough?" kazuha asked you as you half-hazardly glanced at the various sheets of paper. some of them was sprawled all over your star-shaped coffee table and the rest were scrunched up and littered your complex's floor. "hmmm, i think so?"

cracking opens the can, you heard the familiar crisp crrk of the can, he handed it to you. his hand lightly brushed over yours and you tried to ignore the feelings it gave to your heart. "did you even read them? or did you do 'the thing' because you're too tired to look?" he jested as you laughed.

"haha, of course not! who do you think i am?" you replied, obviously lying through your teeth. as obvious as you were, kazuha was fighting back the urge to laugh, he tried to hide it with a smile. kazuha smiled warmly, "name. you are a person who does not lie at all."

"yep! yep! haha, thats me." he chuckled at your useless attempt to lie. an awkward silence filled the air as it started to kill you, you gave in.

name: 0 | kazuha: 1

"...okay, hand it over to me."

he took the can out of your hands, and you raised a brow, "you usually spill your drinks when you're busy with something. remember in highschool-"

"oh god no! don't ever bring that up." you winced at the pain, remembering that memory. it was too depressing to remember. kazuha made a face at you as you begrudingly agreed with him, "alright. take my beautiful dr. pepper away."

you traded your soda for to read the lyrics of the devil!!! just kidding... woah!

wait.

these lyrics weirdly sound romantic....

are the high school feelings coming back? man, why could lumine be right of all people? stupid star twins. y

"anything weird?" kazuha asked, worried. oh, he's doing that face when he's too worried and may or may not have a stomachache of overthinking a problem. you nodded your head no, "nah, it's fine."

"you sure?"

"really."

celeste

masterlist | prev nxt

a new and upcoming soloist was coming into the world of tevyat. but wait… isn't that one of the triple stars?! y/n was apart of the trio band called "triple stars" with aether and lumine. but due to mysterious reasons, they left the group with no explanation. however, they have come back with a new name: celeste

notes: - song used in this chapter is called ive always had a thing for you baby by between friends - dc (divider credit): @\bunnysrph

taglist: @pyrrhicgaze @d4y-dr3am3r @murderisokayforme @aeongiies @florakis @luvnoya @mellowknightcolorfarm @elikyeet @4leyn3 @imkaaayy @xiaosonlybeloved @kavxikitty @jayxncya @sakiimeo @theblueblub @whipped-for-fictionals @ynverse @eunchaeluvr @rifran @meowmeowmau @sweetstrawberrybabe

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readers-cup-of-tea · 2 years

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When They realize they love you.

Showcases Harry, Draco, Ron, Neville, Luna, Hermione, Sirius, Remus, Severus, and Tom.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pronouns: gender neutral

TW: Some light cursing(??) mentions of getting injured.

When they realized they loved you

Harry Potter

After a quidditch game, Harry is one of the best seekers Hogwarts had ever seen, so naturally he’d win the end game of the year! As he caught the Golden snitch everyone around him erupted in chaos as people cheered and screamed.

The Gryffindor team immediately lowered their brooms to the ground as victory seeped in.

An hour later Harry made his way to the common room, as he entered his dorm there was a breakout of praise and song as they basked in another year of glory.

Harry made his way over to you, Ron, and Hermione. But was pushed back when you ran at him full speed and roped him into a hug.

As he hugged you back a blush blossomed onto his cheeks.

He could definitely get used to that.

Draco Malfoy

During a late night talk, It was nearing 3 Am and you and Draco laid on his bed, You’d been up for ages it seemed as the two of you talked about nothing in particular.

The topic had landed on your alls grades as you vented about hoe Snape had failed you on the last quiz,

“I just don’t understand how you can do so well in his class! It’s impossible” You exclaimed.

“Oh Y/n, don’t you know? I’m too good to fail.” He smirked at you.

You stared at each other for a second before you burst into a fit of laughter,

As Draco stared at your laughing face his heart skipped a beat.

Even if life wasn’t great sometimes, you really made it better.

Ron Weasley

When he’s jealous, A burning feeling blazed in his chest as he saw Hermione and Krum at the dance. How dare she! After all he and Harry had done for her? And she goes and makes friends with the enemy?

He huffed himself further into his seat as Harry left him to go get some punch.

A shadow loomed over him, making him look up, Staring into the face of Y/n.

“Hey Ron, Are you doing alright?” You said, taking a seat where Harry had been.

“Yeah, I’m fine- This night has turned out to be right bollocks though.” He crossed his arms further.

“Well…I already talked to Harry and he said that it’d be okay if we wanted to get out of here.”

Ron quickly looked over towards you, “Get out of here? Yeah, cmon, let's do it.”

He led you out of the dining hall and outside into the courtyard, As you two stood under the moonlight, Ron only had one thought.

He had never seen someone more beautiful than you in his life.

Neville Longbottom

While hanging out in the greenhouses, “And this one is called a venomous tentacula- It’s something used in potions quite frequently, but very dangerous. So please be careful!”

Neville went through each of the plants, telling you what they did and how they grew, as he ranted to you, he looked up to see you staring at him lovingly.

He stuttered his way through the next three plants as he blushed harder than a Weasley.

He never realized before how nicely your eyes lit up when he started to speak, well, he could get used to that.

Luna Lovegood

Patching her up after she got hurt, Most thestrals were loving creatures, honestly! But like any other animal, they did get hostile.

Luna just so happened to catch one of the thestrals while they were in a bad mood.

You rushed to the Ravenclaw common room as soon as you heard what had happened.

Answering the riddle, you entered the dorm, looking around for Luna.

“Oh hello, Y/n” Luna smiled serenely from one of the navy couches.

“Luna! Oh, are you okay? I heard you got quite the nasty scratch from a thestral.

“Hmm? Oh, yes I did.” She showed you a red mark on her forearm.

Pulling gauze out of your bag, you sat down next to her and gently grabbed her arm and started to patch her up.

Looking at you while you worked your magic made her feel a sense of calm, how strange.

Hermione Granger

Helping you with homework, The two of you had been in the library for hours now as Hermione tried and failed to help you wrap your head around a spell for charms class

As Hermione pointed towards one of the many books she had gathered she showed you the motions to mimic.

”Ok, Y/n, Now you try.”

As you moved your wand a blue luminance came out, you had finally done it!

“Yes! You did it!” Hermione cheered before quieting down with an embarrassed look.

The smile you gave her was as bright as the morning sun in Hermione's eyes.

Why is her heart beating so fast now?

Remus Lupin (young)

Chilling by the Black Lake, You laid in the soft grass as the sun started to set, you had been reading a muggle story to Remus as he laid his head in your lap.

“And they all lived happily ever after, The End.” You slipped the book closed and looked down at him.

“So, whaddya think?”

Remus smiled up at you, “I loved it. Your voice is so soothing to listen to.”

You blushed and looked away, “Only because I have such a good listener.”

Now it was his turn to smile as you looked on smugly.

He all the sudden shifted and tackled you onto the ground, You laughed as you playfully fought against him.

Remus had never felt so…peaceful in his life.

Sirius Black (Young)

Helping him pull a prank, “hahah! I cannot believe James let us use the cloak! Oh this is gonna be amazing!” Sirius whispered to you as he hid you both under the invisibility cloak.

You giggled along with him as you two played out your plan, to finally prank Remus!

“Alright here's the plan, we sneak up behind him, you cast Rictumsempra (tickling charm), and then I'll tackle him from behind! It’s genius!”

As you sneaked up on Remus you silently cast the spell, The werewolf started to laugh and dropped the book he was reading,

Sirius sprang out of the cloak and pulled Remus down to the ground.

“You win! You win!” Remus laughed as Sirius started to roughhouse him.

“Whoo! 50 points to Sirius!” Sirius raised both arms into the air as you revealed yourself from the cloak.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed as Sirius celebrated with you.

He never wanted this to end.

Severus Snape (young)

Stopping Potter and his gang from bullying him, “Snivellus! You can’t hide from us forever!” James called out as he and the marauders stalked towards Severus.

“Not today Potter! Leave me alone!” Severus yelled back as he tried to get away from the other boys.

“Hey Potter! Didn’t you hear him!? Leave him alone you insufferable twat!” You fumed at james and his friends.

Severus stared at you in awe as James sheepishly apologized to you before shooting him a nasty glare.

You turned towards him and asked if he was okay, he just nodded.

“Cmon Sev, Let’s go and get something to drink, yeah?”

“Okay, yeah.”

You led him to the Hogwarts kitchens and had the house elves prepare them tea.

As you talked to him and made him laugh he could forget Potter and his friends.

Tom Riddle

When It’s the last day of school, The train would be here any second now, another year at Hogwarts over, another summer back at Wools.

His bitter thoughts lessened when you walked up to him, “Hey Tom.” You said softly.

“Hello.”

“I hope you enjoy your summer, I’ll admit I’m gonna miss you.” You nudged his shoulder.

He looked at you, “Oh please, L/n, Don’t get all sappy on me now. He brushed you off but paused when he heard a sniffle.

Watery eyes looked at him, You really did care for him, didn’t you?

Without another word he pulled you into an embrace, It was just for the summer, He wasn’t leaving you just yet.

But under all his biting remarks and thoughts, Tom really was going to miss you.

Thank you so much for reading! If you want to see more then my requests are open!

Ao3: JanusAndHyde

#Harry Potter #harry potter x reader #draco x reader #ron x reader #neville x reader #luna x reader #hermione x reader #remus x reader #sirius x reader #severus x reader #tom riddle x reader #xreader #hp headcanon #harry potter headcanon

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zerobaselove · 1 year

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feelings on paper | kim taerae

pairing: taerae x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 857

warnings: none! lowercase intended, not proofread.

prompt: 23. "why are you looking at me like that?"

notes: i am trying so hard not to lose the taerae war but everything i write for him pushes me a little bit closer i can't even lie <3 just cute lovely taerae who else cheered.

it wasn't abnormal for you and taerae to spend most of your time together; you had been friends for so long that being in each other's presence just felt like home, he was your home. and that's how you ended up here, you were writing a paper for your mythology class while taerae sat at the edge of your bed, humming a song you presumed was stuck in his head as he scribbled out lyrics for one of his music classes.

this had been going on for about an hour now and you had decided you needed to take a break, shutting your laptop slightly, opting to pay attention to something that, in your opinion, was way more worthy of your time; taerae.

he somehow managed to sound pretty as ever even when he was just frantically erasing and rewriting words in his notebook; every once in a while he would sing over the lyrics he had written down, testing to see how the syllables fit into the melody. you couldn't help but swoon a little bit, against your own will.

you had thought you were being subtle with your glances at the boy, but it seems he could sense your gaze after a bit as he turned to look at you, realizing you had long forgotten your essay.

"why are you looking at me like that?" he smiled at the sight of you paying such close attention to him, but he couldn't help but wonder why you were looking at him like he was the stars in the night sky.

you were a little startled, you meant to look away but it was like your eyes were glued to him, and there was no way to come back from that. "i just think you sound pretty," you voiced, looking down and fiddling with the string in the rips of your jeans, not wanting to face the boy now that you'd been caught ogling at him.

"oh really?" a blush found it's way to his cheeks, and for a moment he was thankful you had your eyes trained on your pants so you couldn't see his slightly embarrassing reaction to your simple compliment. "well thank you." you finally gained the courage to look up at him, being met with his wide smile; that's it, you were going to die like this.

you took that as your sign to get back to work, or at least attempt to. but after 15 minutes of staring at the document on your computer with your thoughts being fully committed the boy in front of you, you decided you had had enough. "taerae," you breathed out, hoping your voice wouldn't fail you now as he turned to you with his loving smile on his face, humming in acknowledgement. "i can't take it." you sighed, your head falling forward into your hands.

honestly you were just being dramatic, but taerae was genuinely worried by your actions, quickly throwing his pencil and notebook to the side to come sit next to you. with his hands on your knees, rubbing small circles with his thumb, he spoke up. "what's wrong? you can talk to me, you know that."

little did he know, that only made it that much worse. you had no idea what to do with all of these feelings bubbling up, until they spilled. "i like you." your words were more abrupt than you wanted, but there was no going back, "more than a friend should." the weight off of your chest didn't feel nearly as relieving as you would've hoped, the new feeling of waiting for a response weighing down on your being like never before.

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting to hear that." he breathed a sigh of relief, moving to grab one of your hands and giving it a light squeeze, the other still soothing you with light circles on your skin.

"what?" you managed to get out, your words feeling caught in your throat more than ever before. he's been waiting for you to say that? you weren't sure what to make of that; luckily he didn't keep you guessing too long.

it was now that you noticed the faint pink hue dusting his cheeks, and it made your brain run laps at the implication that was soon to be confirmed by the boy in front of you. "i like you too y/n," he turned away momentarily, grabbing his notebook that he'd been scribbling in for longer than you can remember, frantically flipping back a few pages. "these are about you." he handed you the notebook, gesturing you to flip through it.

pages and pages were filled with heartwarming, lovestruck, and quite frankly, endearing lyrics. and the thought of them coming from him while he had you on the mind made your heart beat out of your chest.

"taerae, god, you are so lovely." the words fell from your lips without second thought, finally able to voice how he made you feel. the boy smiled back at you, glancing between the notebook in your lap and the smile on your face. "only for you."

#zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #kim taerae imagines

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immortalbutterflycos · 2 months

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I've come to realize something important in writing. (specifically in my personal experience)

(TLDR; I have ADHD and writing is hard even though I'm still doing it every single day. Make it make sense.)

If you have a story in your head that means a lot to you, and you need to take more time to develop and fully flesh it out before posting it, that's totally okay! In fact, in my experience, it has the potential to make the story better over time, really forming it into what you imagine it to be.

Here's an example because I just typed a lot of words and right now I can't seem to process whether they make sense or not.

I have a fanfic that I've been working on for a year now. (For the Marauders fandom if y'all are curious)

It's one that I haven't talked about much because every time I do, I end up losing the motivation to write. This is what happened to another one of my fics for the Haikyuu fandom. (well that and the Marauders.. yeah they fucked me up in the best way and Freckles and Constellations has really suffered because of it smh)

So the reason why this fic is taking so long is because it is such a specific AU that I'm out here trying to meld magic systems, and I've got like EIGHT MAIN CHARACTERS to write backstories for to fit this AU while also being true to them and even though I know the basic plot, there are just so many little details and aspects that will make this fic what I desperately need it to be.

And no one knows just how intricate it is or how important it is to me. Which is totally fine. I don't even know if people are going to read it when I finally manage to post it. This fic is purely self-indulgent.

let me just break down for you what I have prepared for this already:

countless drabbles and scenes and plans written on the backs of receipts and on bits of scrap paper

a 3" 3-ring binder that I've been trying to organize it all in

a google doc titled "TAoRfOL Doc Masterlist" that has links to every single doc I have for this one fic. (it's dated back to March of last year and as of this month has 93 total links. Only 5 of those are reference links.)

notes and ideas i have written in my phone to transfer into docs so I can add them to the masterlist

Hero Forge digital models of those 8 main characters because I wanted to see what their group would look like outside of my imagination

Multiple Spotify playlists dedicated to this fic and the characters which I listen to every single day. (currently @ 494 songs)

And you know what? I just recently, at 6 am this morning, finally figured out the solution to a fucking plot hole I could not work around.

Basically what I'm saying is that I needed all of this time. Every single day I see things and get inspiration. Every day I learn new things and fix errors in my own plans.

As much as I crave the validation and recognition for all of my hard work on this project, I know that If I had just bit the bullet and posted the first chapter without having done all of this research and all of this planning, then it would not have lived up to the story I have in my head.

I admire people who can just write without all of the added steps and in some cases, I can do that. I haven't been able to in a while (which is why that Valentine's Day microfic was actually really big for me to have posted) but that's just how my brain works.

I needed all of my experiences and all of my daily thoughts and all of my collective playlists for this fic to be able to write the story I intended and that is exactly what I'm going to do.

(though if I'm being honest, this timeline is rough. I really want to just write and post this first chapter so so so bad. ToT)

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spidernuggets · 3 months

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Hey I just read your Jason x reader fic where y/n is the joker's daughter. First of all, that👏was👏awesome 👏, really I was feeling things and was destroyed when you used the sentence of the prompt. I was tearing up, and I don't normally do that, sooooooo. Yeah, you're damn good with your writing, keep it up.

Now, the reason why I'm doing this, I read it (both parts) like 1 hour ago, 10 mins after that Line without a hook from Rick Montgomery is playing on Spotify. I realized with a broken heart (you really got my feelings hanging from that fic) that it fits perfectly with the song, and it doesn't only works with one of them, it works with both jay and reader and the lyrics if you put attention to them it jumps from one to another.

Here's what I'm saying,(I'm just being delusional and overanalyzing everything) look:

I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me When we're alone You can hold my hand If no one's home

Here it's kinda both of them on the very final of part 2, like it says about the holding hands and touching when they're alone, but in a sense that they feel alone in the world without each other. But also the fact that y/n doesn't have anyone home, and from jays pov, how he felt betrayed with bruce, for knowing about her being his murderer's daughter.

Do you like it when I'm away? If I went and hurt my body, baby Would you love me the same?.

Right here, is the reader, specifically when she fights with Jay in the alley, but like, I feel that it's more like what she couldn't say to him, because she did what he asked, she moved away. At the same time the last 2 lines talk very well of how she lost everything, and I can also see a little hint of the robbery part, in the sense that she is hurting her "soul" or "essence" for lack of words.

I can feel all my bones coming back And I'm craving motion

JASON, do I have to say anything else? Like quite literally it's about resurrection, but emotions, don't forget about them, it's all the crushing rage he felt in the batcave, but also the hurting and the pain when he saw how little she had, when he realized how much she had suffered and how much he missed her.

Mama never really learns how to live by herself It's a curse And it's growing You're a pond and I'm an ocean

READER!! like are you seeing how many coincidences there are with this song! Analogy of mama, but it's actually "dad".

Personally, I've never understood the part of the pond and the ocean, but after this, it gave me a new look at it, from the readers pov, it's all the pain she caused jason, be it from the lies (quote to him), that she feels it's only growing, or could also be from the fact that jay thinks she like her dad and that she is much like poison (or curse) and it's eventually going to infect the kids or diane.

Oh, all my emotions Feel like explosions when you are around And I've found a way to kill the sounds, oh

Now this is both of them when they see each other again, but that last line, it works very differently, for jay it's rage and hatred, but for y/n it was blaming herself for everything, this before she reflected on herself, after that it's just numbness, seeing life gray, because what else could she do alone like she was?

Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you I need you here to stay I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake

Again both of them, but the reader is very good as an undertone of those 2 first lines, she is broken without him, without the only and very first person that loved her, I need you here to stay, it's the picture beside her bed, obviously.

The last two are very very very perfect on Jason, he is broken and sad when he saw her in that little rathole she called a "home", but the "...broke my bones...", it happens when she says that it was worse at the werehouse.

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden? Oh, and if I could take it all back I swear that I would pull you from the tide

Jason begging for forgiveness, 🔛🔝📈📈📈.

Lats line specially about when he took her home, both before and after he found out.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa I said no (I said no), I said no (I said no) Listen close, it's a no The wind is a-pounding on my back And I found hope in a heart attack Oh at last, it is past Now I've got it, and you can't have it

I need another opinion here, it fits perfectly with both of them, but to be honest, It doesn't feel fair.

For reader it's in the alley screaming and shouting at him that she changed and understood that she it's not her father. She doesn't blame herself anymore (at least that what she says), she found hope of being better in a shattered heart.

Or jason, in the batcave, screaming and shouting how she betrayed him. Finding hope of not getting hurt anymore in his broken heart.

Both of them, both of the situations, let very clear the last line. "Now I've got it, and you can't have it".

Jason has his heart, she wasn't going to hurt him anymore, he's not gonna let her.

Reader finally has cleaned her conscience, and she's not going to let him take it away from her.

Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you I need you here to stay I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden, oh And if I could take it all back I swear that I would pull you from the tide

The same that I mentioned before.

Darling, when I'm fast asleep I've seen this person watching me Saying, "Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Tell me, is it worth it?" Oh

Now, we all know that the joker never leaves, be that he has clones (literally wtf dude), or be it the scruchiating trauma he leaves in all his victims.

Reader, is repeating the voice of her father saying that no one will love her truly, given her identity.

Jason is repeating his horrible death and torture, but in my little delusional mind, I also believe that he was imagining the joker mocking him when he realized who y/n really was. Thing that only boosts the voice she hears. Not to forget that he is actually suffering with these nights terrors just like the song inclines.

Guess there is something, and there is nothing There is nothing in between

Then again comes the numbness she felt in those lasts months.

Watching over me, he's singing "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy" He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook"

I know it should be jay, but I'm going to do a little genderbending, cause the joker is a constant bully for the reader, even when dead, and in her dreams, (like fr dude calm down) , the reasoning behind this, it's that Jason stoped loving for a good while, but, she didn't, and if you add the constant remainder of "no one is gonna love you" with a good reason she is the owner of this verse.

The song ends yet again but with the chorus, but the very last line resonates with me, because of Jason wanting her back and actually putting an effort to understand her again after all the pain both of them suffered.

It ends with a happy feeling I think, if not at least optimistic.

I'm really sorry, it's too long, haha I really went into easy mode, hope it is not a burden. And if it isn't clear by now, I loved your fic, you had me in a chokehold all the damn time

STARLET, WHEN I CATCH YOU STARLET. STARLET, WHEN I CATCH YOU, STARLET.

Oh, my bleeding days, you probably dissected the fanfic even further than I could've imagined.

I SHIT YOU NOT, I WAS GONNA PUT LINE WITHOUT A HOOK INTO MY LYRIC PROMPT LIST. But i was like, ughhhh, the lyrics, THE LYRICS!!!! Ricky Montgomery's lyrics to that song were MWAHHHH. I was like, man I can't just copy ajd paste the whole song onto the list!!

I also thought that the whole song itself would be such a good prompt for an entire fanfic!! But the first part of the fic was so much longer than the others I've written, and since I've a packed schedule, I knew I wouldn't get the fic done if someone were to request the song.

But you've explained the fic together with the song so beautifully!! Like I know you were basing the song and fic with each other, but BRO YOU ALLOST MADE ME CRY!!

NOW LISTEN, LISTEN HERE!!!

You've used the whole song, comparing it to moments in the fic. But we add in one more verse- The verse from Line Without a Hook ft. mxmtoon!!!

And I know that you know Listen close and move slow I can't speak fast or else I'll crack

I feel you link lyrics and the fic better than I would, but my interpretation would be READERRRR yelling at Jason in the alley. Like, she's trying so hard to convince him that she's not the Joker, and she doesn't wanna cry in front of him again!!! "And I know that you know," maybe deep down, Reader knows Jason believes what she's saying, but Joker put Jason through so much, his head is just filled with trauma and rage!!

It's the price I pay for going back And I've dreamed to be seen Now I've got it, do I want it?

"It's the price I pay for going back," When Reader goes back to the soup kitchen, and Jason's all pissed off at her, but Reader just wanted to see Diane and the kids again :((

"And I've dreamed to be seen, Now I've got it, do I want it," Reader tried so long to tell Jason the truth, but like it all ended up badly when Jason was rewatching the footage of him. And it just ended up with Reader being scared of him when he started screaming and yelling at her.

And it teeny tiny bit ties in with the end of part 1 where it's like, the identity of Reader being the Joker's daughter wouldn't be mentioned at ALL since Joker never revealed he had a kid in the first place!!

So even though she had known Diane, the kids, and Jason for a good while, no one really knew who she really was.

But she regrets it when she finds out her dad was "right" :((

THERE WAS A TIKTOK SOUND THAT MASHED UP THE MXMTOON'S VERSE WITH RICKY'S AND IT GOES SO WELL WITH THIS PROMPT BUT THE SOUNDS GONE RAAAHHH

AND DONT BE SORRY THAT YOUR THOUGHT IS LONG!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HEARING OTHER PEOPLE'S OPINION AND IDEAS OF MY WRITING AND IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!!

#jason todd #jason todd is my life #red hood #jason todd x reader #titans jason todd #dc titans #i love jason todd #jason todd titans #red hood x reader #jason todd headcanon

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Points of Origin & Paths to Take (Part 2)

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Fuuta & Muu: the Absence of Connection

"I am playing hide and seek from the sin I committed / you should all just give up and shut up"

"I always have a broken heart / when will it stop aching?"

My dedication to ~aesthetic~ dictates that I keep the character introduction lines from “Undercover” up, even if they have no direct or reasonably implied relation to what I think the characters are missing. I could twist these words and make some big leaps of logic to make it work, but I won’t. I make you all jump through enough hoops with me when I unload my crack theories, lol.

Thankfully, these two have the easiest motive definition to argue. In both of their first trial videos, they seem to want a connection with others but don't have it. Fuuta is always alone IRL, but online, he has a regular gang of pals to run around with. Muu doesn't have that since she is being bullied by her former posse, and if it wasn't for "It's Not My Fault" bursting my bubble, I would have thought Rei was another former friend that Muu had been trying to reach out to. We don't know what caused Muu's friends to turn on her, just that they did.

Interestingly, their Trial 2 songs flips their positions. Fuuta is alone throughout the majority of “Backdraft” while Muu is with her friends for “It’s Not My Fault”. I’d argue that their verdicts caused them to perceive Es, and by extension us, as a misguided friend/enemy (Fuuta) and a trusted friend (Muu).

Fuuta’s “Bring It On” from Trial 1 jumps from the real world to an MMORPG. It’s pretty clear that Fuuta prefers the MMORPG world to the real one. In there, he’s a strong knight and hero. He has friends that have his back. IRL, he is alone. He hides behind his phone and doesn't interact. When he posted that picture of the professor harassing that student, he led the online bashing, but it doesn't seem like he intervened. (Maybe his cowardice here played a role in how far he went with Killcheroy? Like he tried to make up for not doing anything before by going the extra mile and doxxing Killcheroy? It would fit the theory that he's trying to be protective over the prisoners he sees as weak (Haruka, Mikoto, Amane, Muu, Yuno) to make up for what he did to Killcheroy.)

Fuuta is a coward, no doubt about that. But he does try to be brave. He thought that Es did something to Yuno and was prepared to deck them over it. He kicks up a fuss that Milgram isn't a legitimate prison and demands to know why no one is trying to do anything. He tries/tried to connect with Haruka (trying to see if Haruka likes video games or soccer and telling him to not be formal with him). He told Amane to eat all her dinner to grow up big and strong (only for her to point out that he doesn't eat vegetables and is short but it's thought that counts). He's definitely a rough-around-the-edges dickhead, but he is trying to connect with the prisoners which is more than what he did before. I won't give him full credit but I do give him points for trying.

Trial 1 ends with the first Guilty verdict of Milgram. Kotoko beats the stuffing out of him and Mahiru. Just like how he was at the end of "Bring It On" Fuuta is alone and left to stew in his injuries, our thoughts, and on what he's done. His second trial song reflects it pretty well.

In “Backdraft” Fuuta is by himself up until he reaches Killcheroy’s graffiti. Then he sees himself go up to her image and slash it, and then his friends soon follow with spraying paint on the IRL Killcheroy. On one of my rewatches, I realized that this is the first time we actually see hands behind the other spray paints, and not just their slashes and the falling spray cans. Fuuta finally seems to be admitting his fault in “Backdraft” rather than how in “Bring It On” his body language reflected his guilt even though his words rejected it. In his second trial interrogation with Es, he calls Es out for doing exactly what he did, and asks if Es can deal with the unintended consequences. It’s almost as if he’s trying to look out for Es. Then, it’s only when the bell rings and Es switched from sympathetic to hardened, that Fuuta reverts back to his angry, righteous front and talks to Es like Es is his enemy.

(Excuse any biases here. I could do a whole character study on Fuuta. He’s one of my favs. Him and Yuno and Haruka, actually. And Es, but they’re not a prisoner)

Meanwhile, Trial 2 Muu is having a blast. Similar to her bestie, Haruka, any doubts she had about being guilty (which we do see in “After Pain”) are now stamped down because her Innocent verdict validated her. I would argue that in “It’s Not My Fault” Muu does seem to question whether she is fully absolved just a bit (in her lyrics), but then she doubles down. I think that her Innocent verdict led Muu to believe that she was fully absolved, just like how Haruka did. But the way she goes about it is a bit different. Whereas Haruka is looking to impress Es to keep their love, Muu decided to befriend them because they were nice and forgave her. Because Es, and by extension the audience, extended such a kind act to her, she in turn extends her own version of a kind act. We’re now her friends, and we get to see her former inner circle. (Presumably to learn from their mistakes based on the “if you betray… you know what’s gonna happen” line.)

It’s quite a different showing of herself compared to “After Pain” where we see her as this pitiable victim. I got whiplash from watching “It’s Not My Fault” for the first time after watching “After Pain”. Muu can’t read the room like Yuno can. Whereas Yuno tried to challenge us, Muu tried to keep us on her side. It’s actually kind of funny how their intentions blew up in their faces, but that’s beside the point.

I think the change from the betrayed outcast to leader of a hive mind emphasizes that Muu places friendship above all else. When she talks with Es during her second interrogation video, Es brings up Haruka’s threat. Muu’s definition of friendship seems to be friends don’t stop the other from pursuing happiness and let them do as they wish (no consequences). She won’t stop Haruka from carrying out his suicide threat because she genuinely believes that this will make Haruka happy, consequences be damned. (I hope her tune will change if Haruka actually attempts to kill himself or succeeds in killing himself. Even if it’s a selfish take on “I would be sad if you’re not around,” because happiness is what Muu values friends making each other happy. Haruka is the one person who is adamantly in her corner and losing that might trigger something akin to compassion).

Okay, so what do I think will happen in their Trial 3 songs?

In Fuuta’s case, receiving the Innocent verdict could go two ways. Either he is going to be all “once bitten, twice shy,” and focus more on how he was going with the crowd to try and keep our favor, or, he might risk our anger by fully admitting his guilt and/or showing us how his friend Rumiere introduced him to cancel culture but that he took it too far going after Killerpy by sharing her address (whether publicly doxxing her himself or sharing the address with someone and they posted it). Ideally, I’d like Fuuta to continue his journey and owning up to his actions, even if he initially was influenced by a crowd. Either way, I do think that we’re going to meet Rumiere. I just hope that Fuuta continues to be brave by admitting fault.

As for Muu, I think there is a chance that this Guilty verdict makes her realize that her bullying of Rei and others was messed up, but it’s more likely that we’ll see her act betrayed and lash out at Es (and us the audience) for throwing her kindness (read friendship) back in her face. Wasn’t she sorry enough in “After Pain”? Can’t a girl celebrate a little after being validated? To thank those who forgave her? I wonder if (read: hope that) that Haruka makes a guest appearance in her third song as her only Milgram friend.

I really want to know what she did for her friends to turn on her. I am pretty sure that Rei had something to do with her downfall and Muu hoped by winning Rei’s favor she could hope to rebuild the castle she had before, but when Rei rejected her, she snapped and killed her. Muu’s friends were shitty like her and probably going to betray her later rather than sooner, but I want to know Rei’s role in the same way I want to know Rumiere’s role in Fuuta’s story. What was the catalyst for this whole shebang for these two?!? I’m pretty sure we’re going to see them but wondering how they’ll be depicted is going to make me go feral. There are two main ways that each catalyst character could be depicted for their respective prisoner, favorably and unfavorably. I just hope that for their sakes, Fuuta and Muu both own their actions rather than blame their respective catalysts.

3 / 4 / 5

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Helloooo, I just found your account, saw that you like both Eddie Munson and 5sos, and i’ve had this idea in the back of my mind for a while, and since your requests are open i was wondering if you would maybe love the idea and write it?

Eddie Munson x f!reader inspired by “If you don’t know” by 5sos, happy ending? 🥹

If You Don't Know

A/N: i hope you enjoy! i had to (minorly) alter a few lyrics to fit the fic but other than that, i left it alone!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x ImpliedFem!Reader

Summary: song fic set to 'If You Don't Know' by 5 Seconds of Summer; angst to fluff

Warnings: angst, mentions of weed (but who's surprised)

Word Count: 1.6K

Minors DNI

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Eddie was the first and only boy you’d ever loved. You didn’t even think love was an adequate word for the way you felt about him, but it would do the job until you found the one that was.

You’d started dating in January, and over the summer, you’d become so accustomed to spending every waking moment by his side that you didn’t know what to do when school started.

As luck would have it, the two of you didn’t have a single class together, not even the same lunch period.

Outside of school, it was getting increasingly harder to find time for each other. Between your job and Eddie’s latest campaign, your schedules almost never aligned.

And you were well aware of it.

You talked to Eddie three times in the last week, all of which were short conversations, never about anything meaningful. The time apart was starting to put a strain on your relationship.

Soon, homework was piling up, work was becoming overwhelming, and you were hardly talking to Eddie at all. Sometimes, it felt like you weren’t even together.

You were stressed, overwhelmed, and just plain exhausted.

But then, Eddie called you one Friday night while he was supposed to be at D&D.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby. Campaign got canceled tonight and I know you don’t have work soooo… pizza and movie night?” He asked.

You thought about it. You were in possibly the worst mood you’d ever been in, but the thought of seeing Eddie for the first time in weeks was enough of a pickup for you to say, “fuck yeah. I’ll be there in 10.”

You didn’t bother changing, knowing that your pajama pants and one of Eddie’s t-shirts was exactly what he’d expect you to show up in.

You let yourself into the trailer, immediately seeking out the comfort of your boyfriend, only to find Chrissy Cunningham walking out of his room.

“Oh, hey!” She said, much too happily for your liking.

“Hi… Chrissy.” You said as she walked right past you, straight out the front door. If she hadn’t greeted you, you wouldn’t have been sure that she realized you were there.

You turned around, meeting your boyfriend's apprehensive face.

“Seriously, Eds? Chrissy Cunningham?”

He shook his head. “You and I both know it’s not like that.”

“Do we?” You challenged.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you haven’t seen your girlfriend in almost a month, and when you finally find time for her, she comes over to see another girl leaving your room.”

Eddie was frozen. Did you really believe that? That after being together for so long, you thought he’d do that to you?

“Baby…” he trailed off, not sure what he could say to make you believe him.

“Well?” You asked. “Do you have anything to say about that, or am I walking out of here assuming that you and Chrissy have something going on?”

Eddie’s mind was racing. If I could say the things I want to say, I’d find a way to make you stay, I’d never let you get away.

After nearly a minute of silence, you took a step away from him.

“Eddie, I want you to want me that way, I need you to need me to stay.”

When he still didn’t respond, you turned around, heading for the door.

“I guess it’s the latter, then.” You mumbled, opening the door and softly closing it behind you.

You weren’t angry at him - it wasn’t his fault. You didn’t actually think he had something going on with her, but the stress of the last few weeks was getting to you, and when he didn’t outright deny it, it hurt.

Eddie laid in bed that night, replaying your fight. He thought about all the things he loved about you.

The taste of your skin, the way you looked - you had those eyes - the way you made him feel. He could name every song that made you cry. And when you’d fight, you would scream at him, call him crazy, but no matter how mad you were at him for laughing at you, you’d always press a kiss to his waiting lips. Then his thought drifted to the shirt that constantly hung from your frame, the one you’d been wearing earlier.

Was it gone for good? Is there no tomorrow?

He thought about going after you - about showing up at your door at three in the morning to beg for your forgiveness - but ultimately decided not to.

No, he needed time to plan what he was going to say. He wasn’t always the best at expressing the way he felt, especially when it came to you.

That’s why, the second he woke up the next day, he dialed your number.

“Hello?” You mumbled your greeting, obviously having just woken up.

“Hi, baby.” Eddie said quietly.

“Oh. Hey, Eddie.”

No ‘Eds’? God, he really messed up.

“I just wanted to call you and try to explain what happened last night. With Chrissy and everything…”

You sighed. “Okay.”

“Listen, sweetheart, I need you to understand that nothing is going on between us.”

“Then why was she in your bedroom?” You asked, not accusatory, just genuinely curious.

“She wanted to see my record collection, but that’s beside the point.”

“Besides the point?” You asked, starting to get a little angry. “Eddie, you used that exact pickup line on me!”

Shit.

“Well, yes, I did, but-”

“No buts, Eddie!” You said.

Eddie closed his eyes, trying to figure out how to come back from this.

“Listen to me, Chrissy wasn’t there to see my record collection, she was there because she wanted to buy some weed.”

You were silent.

“You expect me to believe that?” You asked.

“What? Why would I lie about that?” Eddie countered.

“You want me to believe that Miss Perfect herself went to your trailer to ‘buy some weed’? Honestly, Eddie, how stupid do you think I am?”

“I’m serious! Why else would she be there?” Eddie was now getting frustrated. Why didn’t you believe him?

“Because she’s Chrissy Cunningham! I’ve seen the way you look at her, Eddie, the same way everyone looks at her. Like she’s the prettiest fucking girl on the planet.”

“Okay, maybe I used to, but you're out of your mind if you think I still do when I have you. Do you think I was gonna, what, put the moves on her?”

“I don’t know why you’d even bother.”

It was Eddie’s turn to be silent.

“You don’t mean that.” He said quietly.

You were silent.

“No, you know what? Go ahead. Rip my heart out. If you think that’s what love’s all about…”

“No, Eddie-” You started.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

And with that, Eddie placed the phone back on the receiver.

Your hand dropped to your side, still holding your phone, as you moved to rest your forehead on the wall.

Fuck.

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It had been a week since your fight with Eddie, and it was killing you. You’d never in your life thought those words, so you stunned even yourself when you said them.

Eddie had his campaign Friday night, so first thing Saturday morning, you were pulling up to Eddie’s trailer.

You thought about knocking, but before you could lift your hand, the door swung open.

Eddie stood on the other side, clad in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants as he looked at you. After a few moments of observing each other, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside.

“I’m sorry.” You said. “There’s nothing in the universe that could make me believe what I said and I’ve been beating myself up over it for the last week. Eds, I never should have said that, and I am so, so sorry that I did.”

Eddie just looked at you, in complete disbelief that you thought you were in the wrong here.

“Come on.” He said, leading you down the hallway into his bedroom, gently shutting the door behind the two of you.

You took a seat on his bed, watching as he began to anxiously pace around the room.

“I need to explain what happened, because I never should’ve had another girl in my room without letting you know what was happening beforehand. I just…” he trailed off. Why was it so hard to just tell you how he felt? “God, I don’t know if I can do this.” He mumbled.

You were shocked. Just like that, he couldn’t do this?

“Eddie.” You said, getting his attention. “If you don’t know, then just let me go. I know I fucked up, but if this is too much for you right now, I can go.” You finished, standing up to leave.

“NO!” He yelled, shocking both of you. “Um, sorry. No. No, that’s not what I was saying. God, why am I so bad at this?”

Your quiet giggle was enough to bring him to his senses, and suddenly, he knew exactly what he needed to say.

He took a deep breath.

“Sweetheart, you are the love of my life. There’s never been another girl who can make me feel the way you do. I know what it looked like was happening when Chrissy was here, and I’m sorry that I didn’t explain it very well the first time. Believe it or not, Miss Perfect is a pothead. But! I told her I couldn’t deal to her anymore and I hooked her up with one of my buddies, and I don’t think she even acknowledged that.”

You nodded along.

“I love you more than anything in this world. More than Metallica, more than my chains, hell, more than weed! Okay? It’s only you. It’s only ever been… you.” He finished.

You grabbed his face, pressing your lips to his. Your mouths moved in sync, saying all the things that could never be put into words.

When you pulled back, Eddie’s face was flushed and his lips were slightly swollen.

He was a sight.

“I love you, too, Eds. Please don’t forget that.”

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Tell me your thoughts! Thank you for reading :)

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Father Alvin - Gaster Connections

OK, so, hear me out. This is more of a list than the rest of my theories, but the idea won't leave my head.

First, you may remember my theory on how Gaster could be a revived Gerson. This is due to a variety of themes, however the theory was always somewhat loose and iffy for me because there were pieces that just didn't quite fit with me. Mainly the fact that Gerson and Gaster co-existed at the same time and place in Undertale's timeline. While for my first version of revived Gerson theory to work, you'd have to assume they didn't co-exist in the same way in Deltarune, which just doesn't fully sit right for me.

Then a startling realization came to me. What two characters co-exist at the same time, but have one missing half per game? Father Alvin and Gerson.

Now, what does Gaster have to do with either of these turts? Well, a post by @honeybouquets puts down the rundown pretty well. But the basic gist is that Gaster and Gerson both:

Are connected to Goners due to Gerson's name being an anagram to the word

Both start with the letter G making the Undertale FUN event of the mysterious caller ambiguous

Alphys would replace Gaster's job in Undertale. In Deltarune she replaces Gerson's.

Gerson reveals the Deltarune Symbol and its history in Undertale. Gaster is heavily implied to be important in the game Deltarune.

The Gaster Blasters can be interpreted as being a turtle skull.

You might now be wondering now why I am tying Gaster with Father Alvin and not more with the character of Gerson.

The basic reasoning that I came up with is that Father Alvin is a character that doesn't exist in Undertale, while Gerson is alive and well. In Deltarune it's the other way around, Gerson is dead and thus doesn't exist in the narrative, but Alvin does. Similarly, in Undertale, Gaster has no impact in the plot, but Deltarune is shaping up to have major Gaster impact. Both characters will therefore exist/be important in a game where they haven't been before in another.

Using that basic idea, I decided to look up various connections to see if I am onto something and ended up being extremely surprised by the results. What was originally started out as a fun small idea became a long list of various things that I didn't expect.

Below is my collection of all the things I could find that connects the characters of Gaster and Alvin as well as a small theory based on these connections.

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Waterfall Connections

Various Gaster-related characters: Mystery Man, Redacted , Goner Kid, Riverperson, and Clam Girl can be found at Waterfall. Which is where Gerson can also be found.

Riverperson goes to Hotland, Waterfall, and Snowdin, all locations connected to Gaster-related characters.

The Papyrus AMA has Papyrus remembering his old home having green grass.

Both Hometown and Waterfall have green grass.

Waterfall has two characters named after real people: Temmie and Gerson.

Onison can be found in Waterfall, and in Deltarune he mentions hearing a mysterious song from the sea. The same mysterious song could be tied to Riverperson or ocean.ogg.

Waterfall is the location with the Undyne battle, and in genocide route she becomes "undying" by having Determination, becoming a goopy form in the end. Similar to the amalgamates goopy forms caused by Determination experiments.

Waterfall has a statue of unknown origins and darkners turn to statues when they enter an area where they don't fit.

According to the Undertale wiki "Waterfall resembles the Land of Wind and Shade from Homestuck. The Waterfall leitmotif originates from the song Doctor, which is the Land of Wind and Shade's theme." Doctor is the professional title of Gaster.

One of the tarot cards has the small bird NPC being the Knight of Pentacles. The same bird also appears flying above Papyrus in the Pacifist ending.

From @mirror-ralsei's post the trash zone in Waterfall might have a variety of Deltarune references.

Ralsei's cloak when he introduces himself to Kris and Ralsei closely resembles Riverperson's cloak.

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In the real world, one of the great debates is science vs. religion. In Undertale, Gaster would go down the path of science, while in Deltarune Alvin would go down the path of religion.

Goners are also referred to as Gaster Followers, people who join a religion are also referred to as followers of that specific religion. Therefore, the hometown would be followers of Alvin's church/religion.

Jesus also had followers in the Bible, and in the Bible Jesus is the son of God, who is referred to as the Holy Father. Alvin is the son of Gerson, who is implied to have possibly had adventures through one of the "holy fountains" and possibly had created the Grand Fountain. Which would make Gerson the "holy father" to the darkners. Gaster could therefore represent the "holy spirit", given his sort of ghostly undead state in Undertale.

Gaster is described as "listening" by one of the goners and in religion, the god(s) are always descried as watching (and therefore listening) over humanity.

In the Snowgrave route there's a lot of marriage/romance symbology, such as giving the Thorn Ring to Noelle, which is similar to how a couple would give each other rings in marriage. Priests are known to officiate marriages in real life. Not to mention the thorn ring could be a reference to Jesus' thorn crown.

Religions often have symbology involving death and rebirth - for example Jesus dying on the cross, then being reborn to the living world. In Undertale, Everyman gets controlled by butterflies, which generally are also used to symbolically represent death and rebirth. The Everyman character could also be connected the religious play called "Everyman" which ends with a doctor character telling the moral of the story.

Gaster is represented by 6s, a number associated with the devil, which would be the opposite of the angel that Alvin preaches about.

In the Bible, there's the father, son, and holy spirit, which are presented as separate, yet the same being. Gaster being split across time and space would also have pieces of him that are technically separate beings, yet still Gaster.

In the Bible, there's a reoccurring motif about speaking in tongues and its ties to God. The riverperson warns about "the man who speaks in hands". ICE-E's catchphrase, giasfclfubrehber, can also be interpreted as speaking in tongues.

God begins with the letter G. As funny as that is, the wrong number call does have the G name be extremely ambiguous. Priests are considered messengers for God, so the wrong caller could be trying to contact a priest for religious purposes.

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Misc. Theories

Gaster, much like the other goners, is in grayscale. This could be deliberate to hide his true color scheme and species. Alternatively, due to Gaster dying when he fell into his creation, mass amounts of Determination used in his research could have made him turn into a skeleton-like amalgamate instead of dust. Or his dust could have attached to a human skeleton or a prop skeleton (like the ones found at traditional science classes) that then got filled with Determination, Flowey-style. Either way, Gaster's true appearance and species has possibly been altered to hide whatever true connections to characters he may have. Especially if that character connection ended up being much more of a surprise than players anticipated.

If the theory about Knight Alvin is true (or if he at least created/associated with one fountain), then Alvin would be creating dark fountains while Gaster would be (hypothetically) studying them. Scientists study cause and effect and both characters would represent cause and effect retrospectively.

Papyrus mentions feeling the sun on his skin and wind in his hair. Father Alvin is the only monster shown in Deltarune that can definitively have skin and hair, as the rest either have a mix of scales and hair (Susie, Undyne) or fur and hair (the Holiday family). Even though turtle skin is different from what humans generally think of as skin, it is still skin.

Gaster's job/role in Deltarune hasn't been revealed yet. All the other adults in Deltarune have new, yet suitable jobs: Asgore becomes a flower keeper instead of a king, Undyne becomes a cop instead of a royal guard, Alphys becomes a teacher instead of a scientist, etc. Maybe it's to save the surprise reveal that Gaster's job is radically different than what the players expect?

Gerson knows an odd amount of game mechanics, stating that the knowledge he has is how he was able to live so long.

Presumably, that information would pass onto his son. The same otherworldly knowledge that only a few other characters knows about: Sans, Papyrus, Asriel/Flowey, and Chara. All of which have major importance within Undertale's story. Yet Gerson, the character that shares this wider information about Undertale's world, doesn't have any larger importance in the story. Maybe because his family's importance in Undertale is still a mystery that fans haven't caught on yet or because his importance belongs to a different universe/game: Deltarune.

All the enemies in the CORE have both old-timey medieval theming and religious theming, yet the boss there (Mettaton) doesn't fit that theming. Even though the CORE is Gaster's creation, a theoretical boss monster Alvin would fit in more than a boss monster Gaster (or at least Undertale's version of Gaster).

Speaking of Mettaton, he is mostly absent in Deltarune, being locked in his house, yet he has a major role in Undertale being one of the boss monsters. Gaster and Father Alvin are absent in Undertale, but may have a major role in Deltarune.

One of Clover's unused pieces of dialogue include making her argue about politics and religion in battle. This could have been cut because even though her responses aren't about it, it could have potentially hinted at the two most important characters in the story too early. Those being The Mayor and Father Alvin.

Alongside Sans and Papyrus, Gerson is another character shown always smiling no matter what he is truly feeling. The only indicator to his feelings being his right eyelid.

The Holiday Family are being built up to be super important to the plot, especially Noelle and Dess. The Holiday Family are religious and visit Alvin's church. The church doesn't exist in the Undertale universe and the family is less important in that game.

Riverperson and Ralsei's cloak resembles the cloak traditionally worn by the angel of death.

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Theory to round it out kinda: The Death Theory

The reason why Father Alvin isn't mentioned in Undertale could be because he doesn't exist in that game's universe, but it could also be because Alvin could have died and Monsters react poorly to depression within Undertale.

In the true pacifist ending, Gerson comments on how Boss Monsters cease to age once they no longer have a child when asked if Asgore is a goat.

What is interesting about this is that Gerson enters the question with a segway, which to most players would just seem to be a part of his absent-minded grandpa characterization. However, I checked all his dialogue options in the wiki and this is the only time he does so. It's almost like he's uncomfortable to answer this question. Not to mention this piece comes from the true pacifist route alongside a few other questions and stories that would be too personal for Gerson to answer otherwise.

This is where the theory begins.

Maybe the reason why Gerson knows about how boss monsters age is because Gerson could have lost his son at some point, causing Gerson to stop aging. This could also be the true main reason why Gerson has lived so long in the Undertale universe (besides his odd knowledge of game mechanics), while in Deltarune Gerson is dead. And yes, this would make Gerson a Boss Monster, even if he no longer functions as one.

Gaster in Undertale is also in a sort of existence limbo due to his fall into the CORE, with the only pure mentions of him coming from the Goners. Gaster technically died when he fell into his creation, which could be why his death is treated in a similar way.

Plus when monsters die, the reach a state called "fallen down", so Gaster's origin could have a double meaning. He died in his creation.

However, by not outwardly acknowledging his fall, the monsters are kind of passing off his existence. In fact, Gaster never truly got the traditional monster's funeral. It's probably safe to assume that whatever Gaster fell into is not his favorite object. This could showcase the flaws in how monsters deal with things in normal day-to-day life.

So there would be two monsters that are both presumably dead (or in some sort of weird undead state in Gaster's case) in Undertale, yet might both be alive and well in Deltarune.

To put things in a sorta loosey storytelling perspective that's probably not super accurate:

Once upon a time, a long time ago, one of the Boss Monsters was Gerson. He was brave and strong, using his hammer of justice to save the lives of multiple monsters in the great human-monster war. While it wasn't enough to keep them going underground, his bravery becomes admired by future members of the royal guard.

One day, Gerson's teenage or young adult son becomes royal scientist, following his father's inputs of wisdom that had been passed down. However, Gerson's son had a tough move from his old home of Waterfall to Hotland in order to do so. There, The Son would begin work on ways to improve monster living conditions, creating the CORE to generate electricity as well as studying ways to harness whatever strange power humans had for monster's freedom. During The Son's experiments, he discovers a dark fountain, an endless source of Determination. Could this be the key to freedom without having to use Execution Points or Levels Of Violence? The Son begins to experiment on the fountain, trying to figure out a way to make things go darker than dark, only to die in the process. However, The Son doesn't fully die and his essence ends up in a sort of undead state being split across space-time into multiple forms. Some of which became new monsters who now count kinda as their own people, erm, monsters even though they came from him. After his son's death, Gerson retires from his prior position of being a royal guard. Perhaps out of fear of death, Gerson uses his knowledge of his world to become a shopkeeper, a position that guarantees that no one can kill him.

Meanwhile, in the Deltarune Universe, Gerson's son proceeds a different profession. Instead of becoming a scientist, he becomes a priest telling the prophecy his dad gave him many years ago during a Dark World adventure. Due to The Son's safer job, the event that caused his death in Undertale never happens, leading Gerson to die of old age. However, those Dark World adventures still have an impact on the son's mind years later. Living under the shadow of his father's success, Gerson's son begins to wonder if his father really was proud of him before death.

So The Son begins to wonder: "should I bring my father back?" After all, The Son knows the dark world adventures he had as a child were real, he knows that the dark fountains are made out of pure Determination, and he knows that objects can be brought to life within the dark worlds. Maybe, just maybe, he can bring his father's hammer to a dark world and revive his father from the dead.

Little does he realize, that once he brings back Gerson, Gerson will come back in a way that he will not expect. Like how the amalgamates became terrifying once filled with Determination, Gerson will come back in a similar way. A goopy amalgamate that may look familiar to players. In traditional Underswap fashion, Alvin has swapped with Gerson into becoming

Gaster.

Making the case for a swap

OK, so there's one piece that might catch people off guard and that's the underswap aspect. However, there's one character that showcases this being a plausible possibility and that's Kris.

Kris, despite similar name to Frisk, shares many aspects with Chara. Both have an affinity for dark jokes, both like sweets, and both are shown liking knives.

I think that one of Deltarune's twist reveals is that Kris is the Deltarune universe equivalent to Chara, with the equivalent of Frisk being off elsewhere.

Heck, if you believe in Narra Chara theory, it's possible in Deltarune it's the other way around with a Narra Frisk.

So in a universe with completely different circumstances than Undertale's, it isn't too far out there to assume there's more than just one swap going on.

The Bunker

Final piece of this theory is the bunker. Under my other Gaster theories, there's really no solution for the mysterious bunker. However, this theory gives three really interesting possibilities for the bunker. The bunker could have been created by either Gerson or Alvin.

For Gerson, it's hinted that he had adventures in the dark world, so knowing how dangerous the dark worlds are, Gerson could have created the bunker to further protect the light world from dark world forces.

For Alvin, it could be a place where he experiments on dark fountains, maybe even the Grand Fountain, in order to revive his father.

Of course, there's a possibility of both being true, that at some point in the past Gerson created the bunker as a form of protection and then years later, Alvin returns to the bunker to experiment.

Which brings the question, why did the Hometown allow either of these people to create the bunker? Well, since both have a high place in the Hometown, it's possible the town just let the bunker be created under the guise of being potential emergency relief without any questions.

So, in the hypothetical event where the game ends with the Roaring, the citizens of Hometown would go into the bunker for safety, only to be greeted with the angry darkners who want to escape and want revenge against the lightners.

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Some of these are admitted stretches, but the amount of connections I was able to think of were surprising. Feel free to comment or reblog with more connections that I missed, I am curious to see what is out there!

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