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chromatic-lamina · 6 months

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Excerpt from Taxi

An older piece of mine, in light of recent international events genocidal invasions. Characters: Trafalgar Law and Rebecca

Modern day AU with universe elements. The lines of the poem in the middle is from a Mahmoud Darwish poem, I Come From There, and the one line excerpt Rebecca goes on to quote is from 24th September 1945, by Nazim (Nasim) Hikmet.

Setting: Taxi driver Law has picked up Rebecca from the airport, conversation and recognition about fucked-up pasts ensue on their way to Zoro's dojo. ***********

"Where are you from?" she asked.

"Hmm?" Law looked up, a little surprised. Pre-empted. Hardly got that question nowadays.

"You're not from here."

"I grew up here."

"Weren't born here."

"No." He fiddled with the buttons of the radio as always when white noise was less threatening than conversation. What had given him away?

"You had to leave a place?"

He looked over his shoulder for a second. The burning of his hometown was seared into his memory, but didn't scorch his every waking moment. Not now.

"Who are you, sister?"

She opened her bag. Rooted around for a bottle of water. Uncapped it and took a drink. She eased a foot out of one of the sneakers. Flexible, lithe. Some strength in the casual, well-kept body. Her feet didn't smell either. That was some achievement.

"Me too," she said. She wondered if the tattoos hid scars. "Had to leave a place."

"I see."

The road was hemming them in like a wall to keep them out, to separate them from everything that anyone ever wanted. The discards, broken toys, the displaced, were shovelled along the asphalt like coal into a furnace chute.

"Or we were kept from a place. Like this." She waved at the concrete zipping by. "My father and I were not allowed to participate in society. Wrong class. My mother was shot."

Law nodded. People told taxi drivers everything. They'd never see them again, right? Except he knew where she was going.

"Zoro helped me out. In the past."

Just like Doflamingo and Cora had helped him. He had an idea that Zoro's assistance might have had a few less long-lasting entanglements.

"Who shot her?" he asked, running his fingers back and forth on the wheel. He didn't need to ask if the wounds were fatal.

"New government." Her eyes were on the verge zipping past, dimming into evening.

"My father," she paused, "It almost destroyed him. He loved her." She wanted to see more than concrete, but the fastest way was the most sterile. She took in the stiff back in front of her, but didn't feel any crackle of anger. "You look like someone who understands the songs."

Law remembered. His father, the meetings, going with Lammy and his mother to buy the hot, flat bread, piles of it like pancakes. It was so easy to make, but she didn't have time. She was going to teach him one day. A different kind of flour. Didn't hurt his stomach.

The sickness that had almost taken Lammy, if the soldiers hadn't beaten the condition to it, was never far from the surface in those days. He remembered the words his dad had taught him before the Donquixote brothers took him. His father had arranged for them to do so. The soldiers came soon after.

He saw the body, the death. His glasses shattered on the floor as he fell forward. Thinking at the time, how would his father see? He was blind without his glasses. Someone's hand over Law's mouth — Was it Cora? — holding him back. This woman was the same as him? Same as Law?

"I have my own view, And an extra blade of grass." Smooth, the lines were loud enough to be heard from the back of the cab, but no dramatics, not shouting.

"Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words, And the bounty of birds," she answered. The moon was now actually in the sky. An orange ball rising ahead of them. Both rested a beat before Law continued.

"And the immortal olive tree. I walked this land before the swords…"

He had long shifts. Reciting the hope, the history, his father had taught him kept him near, and sure helped pass the time. Less fear in them than warnings and prayers. Kept his family close. Maybe his tatts were like the beads of a rosary, the stanzas of an ode.

"Turned its living body into a laden table." The woman pushed her fringe up and settled the scarf over her head and shoulders. "I come from there."

"You come from there?" Law asked. He thought he was the only one left.

She shook her head. "Sorry." She'd heard the click of want. "But his words, those works." She looked out the window again. She knew Law knew how they crossed nations. The poet came from there, and his words went everywhere.

"Your father is?"

"Still alive. Things are good now."

Was Zoro a mercenary? How had he helped this woman out? Some kind of missionary?

"In body, mind and soul?"

She wished she could see the driver's face better. Only the dregs or the very wealthy marked themselves up in her society. Both had helped her. It was darker now. Maybe his voice told her more about him than anything.

"The best days have yet to be lived." Different wordsmith, same desire to see the sun shine freely. She wasn't sure though if the best was before her. It had always been warm in her mother's arms.

"Preach." Law loosened the back of his shirt from the seat, from Ace's massager. He wasn't sure though. The few scraps of photos Doflamingo and Cora somehow scavenged were all he had of his family. Festivals had been fun. Studying medicine with his parents had made him proud.

Lovely sketche done for me by @fablecore in support of the Palestine Children's Relief fund,

#one piece #long post #trafalgar law #rebecca one piece #op fanfiction #opfanfic #one piece fanfiction #palestine #chromafic #chromalami #mahmoud darwish #nazim hikmet #chromafics

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scottxlogan · 10 months

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So, completely divorced from whether he's right or wrong, or whether it is or isn't a good idea for a story-I don't really understand people saying it's OCC for Scott to advocate for genociding the Brood.

I think the real problem with the storyline is how it is being told.

(More under the cut)

TBH no matter what a person's stand on the subject is or even how they feel about Scott and Jean together this sudden 'deal breaker' debate came out of nowhere and erupted in a way that felt kind of out of left field so to speak. To me it was more a case of being problematic with Jean violating Scott's private thoughts and ripping his visor off and forcing him to share his private thoughts with others because she commanded it. Like that's where the real issue is on this and it's drama for the sake of bringing drama to the table because IMO the Marvel writers don't have the talents or ability to write for Scott in such a way that delivers him a good story anymore. Scott's pragmatic and has faced a lot of things in his time leading his people when they were at the worst.

Love him or hate him, Scott's always got a reason for how he feels and he's usually thought things out in every way imaginable. He obviously has reasons why he feels the way he does about the Brood and whether people agree or not Jean had no business pulling his thoughts out and forcing him to share them that way, which I know gets into a topic that you weren't really asking about here since that wasn't the question, but for me I'm kind of tired with Scott being painted as the 'villain' when Jean is the 'shining glimmer angel of perfection who does no wrong'. To me for all her good intentions she has shades of power hungry now in her that reveal themselves in these moments with Scott. Like I was on the fence about her and Scott because he loves her and she made him happy, but since she's come back this time it just feels like he's wallpaper to her evolution to whatever the writers want her to be, which hey do what you want with Jean, but don't trash Scott and put him down to make it happen.

Scott and Jean are synonymous in being together in fandom as we all know, but they don't have to be. If the writers don't want them together, then break them up. Let them peacefully go on their different paths in life and recognize they tried and it didn't work. Don't make him the 'bad guy' or fridge either character to push the other ones along. Let them peacefully coexist in a world outside of each other (even if selfishly I'd love to see Scott keep Logan in the split, but Marvel will NEVER let that happen).

So yeah there's a lot that could be said, but Scott thinks with logic and shelves emotion on things where making big decisions are concerned. If he's got a reason for feeling it, he's probably worth listening to even if what he is saying might not be the right path. Jean pulling it out of him to show how 'horrible' he was is just a bad reason to have them break up and it's stupid. If there was a conversation to be had, they could've had it together like mature adults, but Marvel thrives on the whole hero vs hero garbage (AvX is a shining example of that), which hey paves the way for it being a great time for villains to run wild in the comic universe since the heroes are too busy being at odds with each other to notice. Anyway I don't know if I added to this conversation or just ran in circles, but I hear you anon.

#scott summers #cyclops #jean grey #comics #anon #my ramblings #probably not any help on this one #lol

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blackyjacky · 4 months

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HISTORY:

A long time ago a new alternative universe emerged, called "hystale", this place where monsters and humans coexisted.

It was full of life, flowers, trees, children playing in the rivers, everything was beautiful. One day a couple held her first daughter in their hands, they called her Belly Bush, Fell and Swap tried to be good parents for her.

Since she was little she was always a girl with terrible anger problems, her only friend was a boy named TX, Swap took care of her and paid attention to her and did many things like any parent would do to make sure she was okay, even if that would happen. she just wanted approval and interest. from her father, while this was happening she wanted more but Fell couldn't give her the necessary attention, instead he diverted her, at 15 she was the leader of a dangerous bullying gang in her AU, Swap when she quickly discovered that i took action on it, which resulted in Belly being punished until her behavior improved.

At the age of 17 she was apprenticed to her mother Swap as a future warrior of the royal guard, but in the middle of her training they had to evacuate, Swap left her 3 children in the care of Fell and went to war against humans.

She was determined to go, but Fell wouldn't let her, a few weeks after the war began. Fell went for Swap and took him home. Belly, Berrell and Marion were very concerned when they saw the poor condition of her mother. Fell made a decision. and he left the four loves of his life without first making them a promise that no matter what happened, that they would all always be in her heart... that she loved them and cherished them, that they would never allow themselves to be. trampled, as Swap said this, he just hugged her children as they watched Fell march towards the genocide caused by the war.

From that day on, days, months, years passed without knowing that she had lost her life due to the genocide... until her mother told them the truth about her father, at 19 years old, Swap told her to continue. being herself. She will show the world what she is capable of doing and make him proud as always as she would always be her adored daughter along with her brothers, the time has come to end the war once and for all and Belly He protected her brothers. and mother until the end, she was victorious but she no longer wanted to return home, she left her home, her mother and her brothers to make a different life having in her heart what Fell and Swap they had told him.

She would begin to travel alone through her AU, one day she noticed a strange being with ink on her face, she wasted no time and attacked it, leaving it in a sort of ink portal, Bell continued to fall. . in the sphere of the doodle. She didn't understand what was happening to Ink, he stopped to try to get her out of the place, obviously Belly wouldn't let him pass so easily, at the end of the fight Bell managed to tie him up and Ink had to explain to her everything about the alternate universes (AU) and the multiverses. Bell began to understand everything as Ink explained to him.

She eventually gained Ink's trust (she was too fast), he had given her a magic bracelet with which she could travel between universes, Ink did it so she could learn and help take care of them.

She entered each universe with a pacifist route to kill humans, she enjoyed the determination of each human that made her stronger, once she met her old friend, Tex.

She faced several powerful Sans (Error 404, Error, King, among others), she always managed to escape, in one of those battles she faced Nightmare, he locked her up for several days, mistreating her and threatening her with death, she is one of the better assassins thanks to her skills, leaving Nightmare's team down, she began to manipulate Nightmare until he decided to let her out of the cage.

She eventually managed to befriend several sans (among them Error 404 and Error) so that they would do her favors (such as modifying her code to be stronger, have a little more skills and powers).

With Nightmare she currently works for him and is practically her right hand, she is currently very serious, sometimes she mocks and laughs at the bad guys since according to her they are like children.

________________________✮_____________________

ྀ❏name:

✿⁠Bell bush

ྀ❏age:

✿⁠19

ྀ❏genre:

✿⁠Woman

ྀ❏ likes:

✿like mustard

✿⁠Likes to bother others

✿⁠Spend good times alone or with someone

✿⁠He remembers his parents and siblings.

✿⁠Sometimes he helps vulnerable people.

ྀ❏Does not like:

✿⁠That they underestimate her

✿That they bother her

✿⁠Kill children

✿Let them talk to her about someone else's past (sometimes this dislike can vary)

✿⁠That they treat her like a little girl

✿⁠Let them try to flirt

She is rude at first sight, she doesn't like being approached, she will be a tough nut to chew but she is a good person deep down.

He is currently working on his anger problems but if you name that problem it will surely kill you.

#undertale #fanchild #digital art #artists on tumblr

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viky2318 · 1 year

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We finally reach the beginning of the interesting part! Really hope someone is appreciating this garbage of mine, and if you don't I DON'T CARE

Geez, what a wrecked universe. The whole underground seemed cracked, mixed, with pieces missing here and there. Seriously, the name was the description of the place. Under decay. The universe had one timeline, and it was a genocide one. The human seemed to miss only their skelebud. Sam said that if the human kills him, or if Sans kills the human, the whole timeline will reset, becoming even more broken than now. They had to interrupt this cycle by killing both. The universe then will probably collapse, so Sam gave them the ability to travel between the universes. They will probably end up all in different universes because they never teleported, but Sam always knows where they are. Muffet took a deep breath before slowly sneaking behind the skeleton. Maddy and Grillby hid, in case Muffet failed. If Sans thinks that she’s the only threat, then it'll be easier to eliminate him. He was sitting on his centry stationin the middle of the last corridor, apparently focused on a little origami they were doing (was it a crane?). Oh well, only apparently. In fact, the moment she moved to stab him, the skeleton turned around and pointed Asgore’s trident at her. Muffet retreated a bit, and her co-workers remained hidden. Sans raised a brow and asked: “Since when you help the human killing your own kind Muffet?”. The spider relaxed. "I don't help them, I assure you. I'm here to end your sufferences, Sans" Muffet said. Saying stuff with this mysterious way to talk was kinda funny. It sounded like she was part of some sort of cult or able to do something strange, and the enemy focused all themselves on her moves. "What are you talking about?" He asked. Muffet snickered and answered: "isn't it obvious? I want to kill you and the human. To end this torturing cycle". Sans' expression got darker. "I'm sorry to tell you that it won't work. If you kill the human, they will come back" he explained. "Oh, don't worry. If I kill them, there is no way they can come back. And neither you will" she answered. Sans seemed evaluating the whole thing, which was interesting because she was telling him she could kill him forever. Muffet saw the human coming in and smiled. "oh, good day to you dear! We were talking about you!". Without giving them the time to react, she summoned a magic spider and attacked them. With one hit, the human died. And they didn't come back. Sans turned around to see the body of the human lying on the ground, not resetting as they usually did. "So, as I was saying…". Muffet killed the skeleton easily. They didn't even turn around to see her before dusting away. Woah, the bud must have been heavily traumatized. Maddy came out huffing. "c'mon! He didn't even try to defend himself! I wanted to fight…" she commented. Grillby came out as well. He looked worried. "What's the matter?" Muffet asked him. "I'm worried about this 'teleporting' thing" he explained. "What if we end up stuck in a place where no one can reach us? I remember Sam talking about very dangerous AU's and places….". The room shook, and strange cracks started opening on the walls and in the air. Maddy hit him on the shoulder and exclaimed: "sheesh, Grillbz! Don't worry, we'll stick up together! If we get lost, then we'll do it together". Muffet admired their confidence, but the idea of getting lost somewhere strange wasn't the best thing… Before risking any further, she took both the other monsters from the shoulders and tried to focus on the place she wanted to reach. This is what Sam told them to do. She focused on their kitchen. It was easy to remember. They all felt like a cold lightning passed through them, and then silence.

It took a few seconds to get the eyes used to the new illumination. Muffet looked around. It appeared to be Sam’s kitch-... no, wait. It was messier, the table was missing, and it had an unproportionately tall sink. Maddy exclaimed: “i-i know this place! It was the entrance to my house!”. “The entrance? It’s a kitchen, and I don't see doors…” the spider commented. Maddy opened the sink, and they saw… nothing. Just a regular sink. “What? There was a tunnel! And-and an altar! And…”. Grillby explained: “this is Sans and Papyrus’ kitchen. I’ve been here once. This isn't our home. We’re probably in a universe where Maddy lives somewhere else”. Oh great. Right in the mouth of the wolf. “Should we try again?” Muffet asked. Grillby shook their head. “Too late”. He looked at someone outside of the kitchen. There was a tall skeleton with an orange hoodie, a pair of greenish jeans that reached the knees and a confused look. “Uh… Muff? Weren’t you at your restaurant a few seconds ago? Who are they? And why are you in my kitchen?” he asked. Oh, sure. This must be Underswap Papyrus. “Yeah, no. I’m not the Muffet you know. And those are my… friends. We were traveling but we accidentally ended up in your kitchen. Sorry” she explained. As much as she remembers, Underswap Papyrus should know about the whole multiverse thing. A deep, annoyed huff confirmed it. “God, not again. I got tired of all that stuff. Please, just… go away if you can”. Muffet was about to tell him that they would have been more than pleased to go away, but Sam popped in from behind the tall skeleton. “Hey guys, I found you! How the hell did you end up here? Oh, hi Paps” they said. Papyrus seemed everything but pleased to see them. “It sounded like a familiar situation” he commented, summoning a bone. “hey-Hey! We never wanted to harm you, man!” the grey human exclaimed. “Go away and don’t come back, or I'll give you what I gave you last time, and I'll double it” he declared. Sam giggled. “Still? It was, like, fifty timelines ago, geez! You really are a vengeful person, aren’t you? Whatever. Let’s go guys, I don’t want to almost die today”. The trio walked towards the portal Sam kept open, while the skeleton stared at them, ready to kill them if necessary. He remained on alert even while Sam closed the portal.

They found themselves in THEIR kitchen this time, finally. Maddy immediately asked: “the hell were you two talking about? Did you kill him once?”. Sam sighed and explained: “No. I tried to kill his brother Sans, obviously. I was still convinced to be able to kill someone by myself, but… I’ve never been a fighter. I just can’t fight. I can defend myself, but I literally don’t have any ATK. I can’t hurt anyone even with a weapon, for some reason. Still, he doesn’t trust me. He doesn’t like my code abilities, and fears that I might be able to harm his brother with them”. “Can’t you just raise it?” Muffet asked. Sam smiled and said: “I can modify stats that already exist. I don’t even have the ATK stat! For the code, I am NOT supposed to fight. It’s not even an option! That’s also why I asked you for help…”. Grillby asked: "so Underswap Sans never died, right?". "Exactly. I'll ask you to kill him in one of the next missions. Better leave some time between this sudden meeting and his death. I honestly don't want Swap Paps in the middle of the fight. He is such a strong skeleton, he could make everything way harder".

A thought that never came in their minds kicked in.

"But… What about him?"Muffet asked. "I mean, I know Sans always ends up making a wrong choice, but… Papyrus seemed to care a lot for his brother. Wouldn't we end up creating a possible story trying to prevent another one? What if, when we kill Sans, he tries to find us and kill us?". Sam hummed, then answered quietly: "... yes, this is one of the many risks. But by cutting down a tree at the roots, you make sure it doesn't grow back. Is it better to have one bad story or thousands? We sometimes have to go by compromises to reach a goal. Will we appear as the evil ones? Probably. But we know we are doing the right thing". Muffet wasn't too sure about it. Sam's anwer wasn't too convincing. But then, they were right. They won't be seen as heroes, but they were doing what was necessary.

At least, that's what Sam thought.

End of the chapter

I tried to represent Decay sans as best as i could. Hope i got him right... The whole Underdecay is from @little-noko

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Aaand that's it for now! For some reason, I don't like too much how this chapter came out. I feel like I could have done better. Maybe one day I'll stop by and rewrite it.

And HERE ARE THE BOYS! I may not be the best artist, but i tried! Their personalities remain more or less the same as the original

#undertale #undertale au #utau #maddy #Grillby #Muffet #Sam the human #underswap #Underdecay #should i even tag this last one? he appeared and immediately disappeared lol #everytime i feel like i'm forgetting a lot of tags but honestly who cares #another story

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loopy777 · 2 years

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Thoughts on what Izumi and Iroh II's relationship is like? So little is known, I know, but it seems like we got a mini glimpse of it in the roleplaying game.

Yeah, before I read his entry, I would have joked about how Iroh II was the perfect child who always did everything he was told and submitted reports in triplicate about his completed chores.

However, it's rather intriguing that Iroh II is characterized as being more militarily proactive than his mother, to the point of people in universe wondering if he'll inherit the throne. I think that implies the existence of that younger sister character who Mako was supposed to mack on but was cut from the LoK cartoon, but I didn't see anything confirming it. (However, I admittedly skimmed the LoK stuff. I'll read everything in more detail when I have the hardcopies.) So clearly Iroh II is not the perfect child.

The key difference between Iroh's and Izumi's worldviews, I think, is that Iroh considers his mother too reactive. Everything she does in her reign is based on undoing the legacy of Sozin, to the point where she would have let Kuvira destroy the United Republic, kill Korra, and tear open the fabric of reality with an experimental Ghost Laser. To be fair to Izumi, she would have found that news upsetting if it had happened. And when Kuvira later launched a racist invasion of the Fire Nation to commit genocide in a poorly conceived attempt to boost her poor public approval rating, Izumi would have set up the Fire Nation's with great gusto. She would have waited for Kuvira to encroach on Fire Nation waters before allowing her armies to attack, but she would eagerly wait for that moment.

Iroh II, meanwhile, was actually fighting against Kuvira when Republic City was invaded.

To him, there are matters of right and wrong, and while he very much understands the dangers of the Fire Nation's legacy of racist imperialism, he doesn't think that should stop him or anyone in the Fire Nation from doing the right thing. He's probably the type who thinks that doing the right thing will always work out eventually, that truth will always defeat lies, and the only thing it takes for evil to triumph is for good people to stand by and do nothing. I think he loves his mother and holds her in great respect, but also thinks she's too dominated by the past, that she defines herself too narrowly by simply being what her forefathers (but not her actual father) were not. Iroh probably thinks the Fire Nation can't be a full participant in the world unless it is a proactive force for good and balance, and that it's been long enough for the rest of the world not to suspect imminent invasion every time the Fire Nation wipes its nose.

So, I think while Iroh II was growing up, he and Izumi had a great and easy relationship. As he became a teenager and was educated in affairs of state, there started to be a little divide. Izumi likely dismissed a lot of his more aggressive suggestions, assuming he would learn about the need to keep the Fire Nation passive, but as he grew older, he only became more confident in his beliefs. I think they both found this frustrating, but I don't think it ever led to an angry argument. At worst, there were some stiff exchanges, but otherwise their disagreements were polite and respectful and they both walked away wondering how they had become so distant from each other. I think they still have a good relationship and see each other as often as their jobs allow, but there's an undercurrent there of how they're of different mindsets and they're afraid it's going to lead to losing each other.

I can't help but wonder what Zuko thinks of this. If people are speculating about Iroh's inheritance, then he must have some idea of the trouble. Honestly, I think Zuko leans more towards Iroh's inclinations, but he was Fire Lord in the era where the Fire Nation was most under suspicion, so he favors Izumi's policies. This lets him get along with both of them, but also means he can't find a way to bridge the gap because his opinion is always, "Lil'Iroh is absolutely right but Izumi is more right." And that satisfies no one.

It's too bad a reformed Auntie Azula isn't part of the family. Her solution would have been, "Lil'Iroh is absolutely right but Izumi is more right. Therefore you need to use deniable channels to engage black ops mercenaries, while also leaning heavily on your uninvolved allies to intervene in your place by promising them all kinds of economic goodies you have to hide from your other allies. And that's only if you haven't been able to get the unidentifiable assassination teams up and running to simply remove any problems before people start talking about military intervention. In fact, only losers need armies to take over the world! Let those rubes in the other nations watch our military, and we'll weaken them covertly while tying them to us economically and socially until they beg use to tell them what to do! And would it kill you all to visit with your auntie more often?"

Thinking again, maybe Izumi and Iroh II can work it themselves.

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thinkingisadangerouspastime · 3 years

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I don't mean to discourse in your inbox, but I'm not as well versed in Kataang fandom as you and others are. I only ship fanon queer couples. I was wondering if you or maybe one of your followers could let me know the idea behind Kataang fandom being disingenous.

I have a close mutual who ships Zutara. I find that ship weird but w/e. We agree to disagree. Today though they told me some things that gave me pause and it's not the usual anti Aang arguments I've heard.

The main thing they said is that Kataang fandom does not engage with the "unsavory" parts of their canon and that it's an annoyance. I asked for clarification and they mentioned that in The Southern Raiders Aang when tells Katara she has to forgive her mother's murderer, Kataang fans don't understand how unfeeling he was being. I'm assuming my friend used this example because I lost my dad to gun violence because she asked me how I'd feel if I was told that I needed to forgive the person who shot my father. I just said that Katara pushed back on Aang when he said that just as I would if anyone said that to me, and that Aang and Katara have different viewpoints on that but it doesn't mean Aang was unfeeling. My grandmom forgave the guy who shot her son. She knows I never will, and she's never pressed me on it just like Aang didn't press Katara on it.

My friend kinda backed off on that but said that Kataangers don't acknowledge was Aang said was not okay, even though Katara did push back. But he's 12? And has a different mindset?

I'm sorry, I'm losing the plot. I guess the tl;dr is that my Zutara friend claims that most people push back on Kataang because Kataang fans don't engage in good faith about mistakes Aang made with Katara, and I guess I wondered your feelings about that.

hi anon! for one, im deeply sorry you lost your father, and - though this may be just me - im sorry your friend felt it was appropriate to try to compare fictional circumstance to the very real tragedy that befell you and your family. i don’t know how long ago the instance you describe was, but i send healing and good things your way 💛

(also, a reminder for everyone: there is no pressure to ever share personal/life details in my inbox. for one, your life is your life and there’s no reason you should ever feel like you have to put personal information out onto the internet! and two, of course, im just a teenager behind a screen lol.)

moving onto the atla-related aspects of your ask. i mean,, my gut instinct is honestly to just shake my head in amusement, because the fact of the matter is that yeah, i know why someone who primarily (or perhaps only) ships zk might believe this:

they don’t interact with kataang content.

it’s incredibly easy for someone to label the kataang fandom as being “disingenuous” if that person isn’t regularly engaging with kataang content 😂 so that’s my natural conclusion! no, the kataang fandom isn’t disingenuous, your friend who ships zk simply isn’t an active part of the kataang fandom and thus they aren’t going to see kataang fics/metas/arts/etc. related to tsr.

and in that same vein, i wouldn’t be surprised if there are kataang shippers out there who would call the zk fandom disingenuous for similar reasons, i.e. that they don’t feel zkers engage with the “unsavory” aspects of zuko and katara’s relationship (when zuko and katara were still enemies). i guess some specific examples would be him tying her to the tree and manipulating her with her mother’s necklace, as well as his betrayal at ba sing se? like, i can say with total honesty that i haven’t seen any zk works grappling with the severity of those events - particularly the latter - but i can also say that i don’t go out seeking to interact with zk content! just bc i haven’t seen that zk content doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist! just bc your friend hasn’t seen that kataang content doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, either! you see where im going with this?

and i’ll also admit that i of course disagree with your friend about aang being “unfeeling,” lol. i discuss in this post aang’s comments to katara in tsr, specifically how aang - as the sole survivor of genocide - is essentially the only person who can fully understand katara’s grief. i also touch upon the parallels between gyatso’s and kya’s deaths and the respective discoveries of their bodies, which further reinforces just how much aang does understand katara’s circumstances and was thus not being “unfeeling” with his comments to her. honestly, i still think zuko was such an ass in tsr 😂 but to each their own interpretation! your friend can think whatever they want, no skin off my back

anyways, as i’ve started to do when i get tsr-related asks, time for some self promo: everybody should go read broken pieces still belong, my 20k katara-centric fic exploring her emotional journey from the events of “The Western Air Temple” through those of “The Southern Raiders” 😎✌

i hope this answered your question, anon!! ultimately, i really do think it’s a case of yeah, obviously a zker might feel that way, because they aren’t actively seeking out any kataang content 😂 it’s scarily easy for people to slap labels onto entire fandoms, yk? which is why i always try to emphasize that yes, i’ve had negative experiences with both zk and kataang shippers. i’ve seen content from both sides that i don’t and will never like. but i know that my experiences are not universal, and i know that this negativity does not make up the vast majority of either fandom. pretty straightforward, am i right?

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caesthetix · 3 years

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A LITTLE FEAR — Pt. 3 The Last Goodbye

↪Jean Kirstein mini-series

↪content; canon universe, description of violence, season 4 spoiler, forbidden love, marleyan!reader, scouts!jean, chapter 138 spoiler

Everyone was waiting, a dozen pairs of eyes looking at you with hope, wanting to hear any command from your lips. You were the only one who could calm them down, the only one who was still alive, the hope that shone even when everyone was on the brink of death.

They could not unsee it, those gigantic monsters called titans. Slowly but surely, walking towards where they were right now. You had sent all of your ships ahead to drop all the bombs in hope that it could stop them, or maybe just slow them down.

But it was no use, all of those brave soldiers were now dead knowing they tried to win this fight. The fight that they never prepared to have, the fight that was probably triggered by your own country, the fight that they couldn't win. You knew it, but you were not going to back down without giving all of your might.

"Commander! Look!" One of the troops called, pointing at the flying boat that flew from behind the line of titans. "That's the cart titan! And— the armoured titan, commander! We are saved! They will win this fight, we just need to wait!" He shouted so anyone could hear, wanting to share the news. "Even the island devils too! They are joining forces to stop that monster!"

The sound of cheers followed right after the troop announced that. It only needed the fact that someone else was taking care of the fight, that was the only thing they needed to lift the burden off their shoulders. At least for a while, they have the privilege to feel that.

You wanted to speak up, tell them that it was not the time to celebrate yet. But as you turned away from the fight ahead and looked behind you, finding your soldiers sobbing out of relief and crying from the happiness that perhaps they had a chance to live — you didn't dare to take that away from them.

Deep down, you wanted to believe that they were going to win. You wanted to take some rest too, believing them completely. After all, two titans could help them do anything, and perhaps the Ackermans were there too, enhancing their success rate even more.

But you could not rest, ever since you knew that Marley sent ninety percent of their army to attack the Paradis altogether, you could not sit down and do nothing. You needed to occupy yourself with anything, even though it was just staring at the horde of colossal titan, at least your mind was preoccupied with the thought of war.

At least your mind was not preoccupied with the thought of him.

You cursed your higher-ups when they told you to stay in Marley. Saying you are the wittiest commander, the one with a clear mind and with a good sense of war on top of that. You didn't know what happened on the other side of the sea. Whether your country won or not, you didn't know.

Until this morning, of course. Until when you woke up in your private barracks this morning. Everything was in chaos, soldiers running around to pack up, saying things about how Marley was already lost. Or more accurately, the whole world had lost.

Liberio was already gone, thousands or perhaps millions of titans were sent to wipe the entire planet clean. They said the devil in Paradis wanted to commit genocide to the whole world, leaving nothing but empty ground filled with thousands of corpses on top of it, working as a fertilizer for a brand new world.

But that was it. That was the only information you got. Everyone was waiting for your command after delivering the message to you, and you wanted to curse yourself since the first thing that came into your mind was not a war strategy, not a plan to keep on living, no.

You wanted to curse yourself as a commander that the first thing you thought about was — is he safe?

It was a question, stopping your brain to think about anything else. You were human too, grief and sadness were something that you could feel and you just needed a minute alone to calm yourself down. But you couldn't succumb yourself to such a thing as you were the only hope the Marleyan Military had right now.

So here you were in this moment, standing tall on the Air Force Unit base in Fort Salta. You called every troop who still wanted to fight, and for those who wanted to leave you promised them there wouldn't be punishment. And you were proud to know that the majority of them chose to go with you.

But they're dead now. Those pilots carried out the command that you gave without hesitating. It was a simple task, fly on top of the colossal titans and drop the bombs. They were supposed to go back, reporting to their post that they could slow the movement for a little or maybe kill some of the titans.

No one expected the beast titan to appear out of nowhere and throw shards at them, no one expected the bomb to detonate far from the lines of titans, no one expected that the force would die with no result at all. And for those who stayed beside you could only ask, "What should we do now, commander?"

There was nothing else that you could do. And at a time like this, you wondered why they decided to be here. Unlike you, they had someone who greeted them when they came home every day. They had a family; a mother who cooked them dinner, a lover that would warm their bed, they had kids that listen to them as they read a bedtime story.

And yet, despite knowing they could spend the last moment of their life with the people who loved them, they decided to stay.

Yes, they were loved, unlike you.

Your parents disowned you the second you decided to get passed down over the family business, you had no real friends that cared for your well-being, you had no one else outside of the military and that was the only reason you were here right now instead of abandoning your position.

That, and the wishful thinking which perhaps if you stay alive, you would meet him again.

"Commander?" You jolted when one of the soldiers called you. Clearing your throat, you erase all of the stupid thoughts that occupied your mind.

"Yes, soldier?" Your voice was stern, wanting to portray that you were not wavering. You waited for him to answer your question, but it seemed like he hesitated. His eyes scrutinized you with worry, and that was enough to make you question him. "Soldier—"

"Why are you crying, commander?"

Your pupils dilated when you heard his words. You frantically wiped your cheeks with your fingers, not wanting to let him see how vulnerable you were at this moment. He was kind enough to give you space after that, muttering an apology before leaving your side, and you wished he didn't say anything to the others.

Right now, you were their power and hope. If you showed any sign of weakness, it could decrease their morale, and you didn't want it to happen. So you just looked forward after that, perfecting your stance as you prepared your binocular to see better what happened up there.

And as you did so, you wished that Jean was not up there. Or if he did, then you could only hang on high hopes that he would survive.

Because you refused to acknowledge that you had no chance to say goodbye.

Never have you felt like this for so long. Perhaps, you never felt like this for all the years you lived your life. Your whole body felt so warm as the carnal desire that you had before slowly subsided. Sweats coating your skin, making the strands of your hair sticking to it like it was glued.

You were sprawled out on top of this cheap mattress, eyes scrutinizing the pattern on the wall as you inhaled and released the air out of your body bit by bit, recalling what happened a few hours earlier. You never thought that this weekend would be different from the others. Hitting the bar after such a long week was like a celebration for you, and so, you were there, seated yourself on the right end of the bar, and drinking whatever alcohol they served you.

But you didn't expect your night to unfurl like this. Laying in the arms of a stranger who introduced himself as Jean Kirstein. His intense eyes mesmerized you as he gazed down upon your figure, vivid brown looking so bright under the dim light of the bar — and it didn't change, even when you laid under him in this dark motel room with the moon as the only source of light.

Never once you ever let a stranger string you along like this. Whether you were sober or under influence of the alcohol, you could always stand your ground. So when you took his hand and ran giddily beside him like stupid, hormonal teenagers, it was all your choice by the end of the day.

The rattle of belts brought you back to the present. You turned your head to find the stranger already dressed neatly as if he didn't just turn a fierce commander to be a lady who had to fulfill her needs. Whatever happened tonight was a mistake, at least that was what his body language told you as he scrambled around the room, searching for his belongings.

You propped your elbow and laid on your side, watching him intently while your naked body still hidden under the blankets, really a contrast to him now. His face filled with worry, and now it made you wonder why a man could be so afraid of something like a one-night stand.

He turned to look at you as he fetched his fedora hat from the ground, plopping it on top of his head with newfound confidence as he was done calming himself. His eyes popped a little, not expecting you to stare at him with a gentle smile on your face. Without regret could be seen inside as if you enjoyed his company more than anyone else.

"I thought you were still asleep." He whispered out, knowing well that it was so late at night.

"And let you go without saying goodbye? In your dreams, Kirstein." You mockingly said with a sultry note, rolling your body so now you sat at the edge of the bed, still locking your gaze with him.

He rolled his eyes, wanting to look as if he was annoyed. But the small smirk forming on his face didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Guess you wouldn't let me go that easily, huh?"

He took off his fedora once again, clutching it tightly as he pressed it on his chest. For sure you would think that he had a title or some kind of aristocracy in his blood with how much of a gentleman he had been this whole time.

Or maybe he was just a normal Marleyan, someone without any special role. Yes, a simple man, being attracted to a simple man wouldn't be so bad after all. Then again, that kind of fashion was one of a kind, he could be an underground criminal too, perhaps, you could never guess.

But now though, with how enchanting he looked right now with those challenging gaze thrown at you — you didn't care where he came from or what kind of dark secret that he hides. You didn't know anything about him and yet it didn't stop you from giving him some attention.

Because despite your blindness, you still wanted him. So much.

"I wouldn't let you go without saying a proper goodbye."

You closed your eyes, easing the pain that suddenly throbbed your skull as you recalled the first night that you spent with him. Your mind played some of the memories that you had like a broken record, never-ending and felt like a nightmare most of the time since you knew it was just a distant past that could never happen again.

It was not the time to think about yourself or worry about his existence. You needed to let it go for now, and you had to be the commander that everyone expected you to be. Right now was not the right time to be a normal human. Not when your whole life was filled with peculiarity.

"Thank you."

You gave Mr. Leonhart a firm nod and a smile as you helped him up. "I always knew that you are not like any other Marleyan Commander, you did the right thing by firing all those rounds into the air." He chuckled softly, making his wrinkles more visible by it.

The Marleyan and Eldian clashed before, having both sides pointing their guns at each other. But you stated before that there was enough hatred in this world, and you needed to start from here, emptying the bullets that the Marleyan had to the sky, followed by the Eldian doing the exact same thing as they knew it was time to let go of the hate.

And now, it seemed like the rumbling had stopped. You saw it with your own eyes how yellow lights from a transformation engulfed your vision. Everyone was blinded, no one knew what happened until the lights subsided. Even now as the Marleyan helped those who got injured, no one in this fortress knew what happened out there.

There was a high possibility that the joined forces had won the battle since now you could feel the ground had stopped shaking. The explosion from before must be from the colossal titan that fell on Paradis's hand, successfully crushing the founder and stopping the rumbling.

"Dad?"

Not too far from you, stood a woman with blonde hair and beautiful ocean eyes. Mr. Leonhart immediately turned to face her, and he was frozen at the spot, couldn't believe his own eyes that he finally reunited with someone that you believed was his daughter.

It was so beautiful to see such a reunion. You knew that Annie Leonhart was still stuck in Paradis due to some circumstances, and for them having a chance to see each other again, must have felt like a blessing.

But the serene moment didn't last more than a few seconds. There was a sudden smoke engulfing the air around you. No one knew what it was, but it suffocated everyone as it filled their lungs. And your instinct told you to run — finding its source.

Right now, you needed to stop being a commander.

"Captain! You are the one in charge while I am gone!"

"Wait, commander!"

You couldn't stop. Your heart was beating a thousand times faster as you ran and left the fortress, ignoring the shout from your troops as you trotted past the smokes. You needed to understand what happened, and you needed to see if maybe he was here too.

There was a gush of wind, and you squinted your eyes to find a titan flew from the edge of the cliff. It was the same titan that you saw carrying the joined forces right before the explosion. And you wondered why they left so abruptly.

Was it because of the smoke? Were they going to come back later? Why they seemed to be so afraid with—

"Jean?"

Just like that, you couldn't think of anything else. It was as if the time had stopped when your eyes laid to the familiar ash-brown mullet that you always loved to run your fingers to. He wore the straps and belt that you knew what it was for, and even though his hair was dishevelled right now, he still looked so breathtaking.

He carefully turned to face you, and his brown orbs immediately filled with relief and something else entirely that you could not fathom. And despite the smoke surrounding the place, he was the only thing that you could see, the only one that you could focus on.

He looked so tired as if he wanted nothing but sleep for years. His eyes glinted under the sun and yet the shone inside those chocolate orbs looked dimmed already. You couldn't hear what his friend told him, you couldn't see the horror on his friend's face as you stood there — only ten feet apart from the man that you have been longing to see.

You took a few steps forward, just a little more and you could feel his body heat once more. It was the only thing that you wanted in the world, especially at this moment. To feel his warm embrace once again, to capture that plump lips with yours.

Jean could believe neither his eyes nor his ears. He heard your voice so vividly before, and now he could see you, standing flesh without any prominent wound on your body. What Pieck said was true, you would be here and very much alive. So there was only one thing left that he needed to do.

But then he felt Connie's arms wrapped around his torso.

"Jean! Snap out of it!"

No, you were so close, he was so close to giving the key back to you.

"She could be burned by the transformation!"

Then his pupils widened at the realisation.

You were there, right in front of him. And you kept walking forward without understanding the situation. Your eyes glistened with tears, hopefully, it was happy tears. And with how his vision blurred as he saw you this close, he knew that he was in the same state as you.

Maybe, then maybe just having another look at you was enough for him.

"Stand back!"

He stopped you from taking another step, making you halt your feet as he backed away from where you were. Giving you space from him and the others Eldian so you didn't get hurt later, but enough for you to hear him in this stretched-out moment.

There was no time, he could turn into a titan a few seconds from now. Running to you and returning the key to your palm would be too risky, and he didn't want you to die just yet when he felt like the world was finally free from fear.

Free from hatred and war, free from oppression. And perhaps — free to love whoever you want.

This time, he was actually grateful that he fell in love with a Marleyan. If that meant his love could live and see the world that they always wanted, it was enough for him. He was happy enough to know that you would stay alive while he would be gone as a soldier who fulfilled his duty.

If only that cursed creature was not here in this world. If only it didn't emit the smoke that could turn the Eldians to a mindless titan. If only his body didn't have this blood flowing through his veins. If — God, everything filled with that word. Just if only he met and fell in love with you under different circumstances.

Maybe he could live with you on prime real estate in wherever place that you wanted. He could live a long and happy life with you and future children, then he could bring you to meet his mother too, he was sure that she would adore you solely because you love him.

But it was all just a fantasy that would never come true.

So perhaps, he needed to do it any other day.

"I am sorry, love."

"Wait, Jean!"

"I'll give you back the key someday."

"Jean, I—"

A booming voice rang through your ears as your body was thrown away from the force. Your head slammed to the building behind you before your figure fell to the ground, making you feel detached from the rest of the world as your consciousness floating through the empty space, filled with static.

You heard a roar, and the ground beneath you seemed to shake once more. You tried to open up your eyes, only to find out that your vision blurred from the impact your head took just now. But you could still see it, gigantic feet filled your vision as you started to understand what happened.

You were supposed to move away, shielding yourself from these mindless titans that suddenly transformed. You should have remembered one of Zeke's miracles about how he could use a cloud of smoke to control an entire village in Paradis a few years ago. It was the same as back then and you should have remembered.

You should have remembered that you were in love with an Eldian, and something like this was bound to happen.

Now you knew why Jean's friend pulled him away from your figure. Now you could finally hear the warning and understood why they tried to keep you within a safe distance. They didn't want you to be burned alive, afraid that you would die if you were just a little too close.

Coughing up from all the rubbles that impaled your lungs, you gently leaned your back to the building that was still intact, waiting for your eyes to see everything clearly. All the Eldians were transformed, including those who were inside the fortress.

So you decided to sit there, watching how he turned into a titan as you wish that this nightmare would end soon. The familiar ash-brown hair titan roared as it looked around, perhaps searching for any human that it could devour.

You didn't try to run away just yet as you still need time to accept the fact. The burning sun and the rough ground that scratch your skin were nothing compared to the discomfort that swirled in your stomach just now. Realising that Jean was gone, accepting the fact that he was now a titan would be the hardest thing that you ever did in life.

It turned to look at you, at least to where you were right now. Maybe it would be alright if you died in his hand, you let your body go limp and just stare at his now empty eyes. He was not there anymore, he couldn't think or have a mind of himself. Now Jean became a puppet for the cursed creature.

You thought that this would be the climax, a tragic ending for the star-crossed lover. There was no happy ending in this story, in the grey relationship that you had with him. So it didn't matter anymore how cruel your death would be, you died in a war and you had no regret over it.

Though, he just stood there. His eyes never left your figure, not even moved an inch or gave away any sign that he would eat you alive. He just looked at you — as if he could still think, as if your Jean was still there, saying goodbye and muttering apology inside his mind.

The time seemed to slow down as you could see a single tear slipped from his eyes. Either it was your imagination or reality, you didn't know that. You were not given any explanation or a chance to take another look at him as he suddenly turned his back on you and ran.

Just as simple as that, he jumped off to the cliff along with the other new titans, gone from your eyesight and gone from your life. Completely, without a chance that he would come back again and stand in front of your door like what he used to do.

The two of you were not in Marley, not cooped up inside of your apartment where you could relish his presence. He was not just a stranger that slipped into your life, becoming a part of your routine and made your day felt more beautiful and worth getting by.

Tomorrow you wouldn't see him again, or feel his heartbeat as you laid on top of him, fingers following the line of his marks like what you loved to do.

Instead, you needed to face reality where you could no longer greet him with a confident hello that always made him smile. You needed to face reality, that you couldn't give him a proper goodbye, with him planting a kiss on your lips to reassure you that he would be back tomorrow.

Because you knew that he was already gone. And despite knowing how hard it would be for you to keep it in mind — you needed to accept it.

Even if it took you a lifetime to carry out.

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Uh so. Masterpost I guess. Here's my ideas. They're all shit, but here ya go.

--while the void attempted to recreate dreamtale as the classic universe, dreamtale has a wildly smaller amount of resources to work with. therefore in putting dreamtales code into the classic universe, it just turned basically everything into apples since that's the focus of dreamtale. so, toriel and flowey are apples.

--dream is in papyrus's role and instead of cooking spaghetti and such, he cooks everything out of apples since there's such an abundant supply of them. the underground is located underneath an apple orchard.

--nightmare is in sans's role, and he hates apples. instead of the classic "burn in hell" genocide quote, nightmare just sighs and flips dream's cape-hood-thing up. after a pause and some shifting, he just says "i fucking hate apples." before fucking you up

--after the first hit when you deny his mercy, dream basically says 'fuck you' to the script and goes apeshit. if you somehow survive that, he turns into your passive aggressive narrator. (eg. "woshua steps in! you're gonna slaughter him in cold blood aren't you, you f-") him and chara have fights over the flavor text rules.

--when nightmare dies, there isn't any blood or anything. just a sigh and nightmare going "heh, well. guess that's over. dream, i think i'll try that apple pie now." there is no whoosh sound either, just a thud.

--dream's outfit is underswap sans's down to a T. the only difference is that dream's is in a shade of yellow. dream's first words when prompted are "wait isn't this just underswap sans's--" but gets kicked in the teeth by annoying apple, the substitute for annoying dog. nightmare's first words are "patrick noise. wait fuck i can't say that--ererererer" but instead of saying the text tone noise, he pronounced the letters.

--instead of his circlet, dream wears a plastic cinderella tiara with himself scribbled over cinderella in black marker. nightmare stole it to draw a mustache on it at some point. eg:

--nightmare's outfit is gross, goopy sweatpants that was once an unidentified color. they have the walmart logo down each side of them. his shirt is black, obviously. but he's wearing the Official Patented Sans Jacket, the one with sans's face on the zipper? it's somehow untouched by all of the goop. pristine condition. his slippers are black and fluffy with google eyes on them which dream calls his goopshoes.

--frisk n chara are still humans.

--when you look in dream's fridge, all you see is apple products. look closer, and you'll start to see the apple meat, apple stomach, apple feet. you decide to close the fridge.

--toriel is another apple. whenever she has to move, she politely asks you to leave the room. nothing progresses until you do. once you move, theres obvious slide marks on the floor where toriel once was.

--when you kill her in genocide, you get the apple. if you decide to go back into toriel's house, you have the option to make apple pie.

--muffet's place is Whole Grains Fruits and Vegetables For A Super Low Price! (no exceptions or abbreviations, you have to type it out in full every single time) the Whole Grains Fruits and Vegetables For A Super Low Price! fight is just. shopping cart. upon further inspection, it's an applebys shopping cart but you don't know how because applebys is a restaurant, not a supermarket. the joke is that nightmare stole it.

(*There's goop on the handlebars. You wonder what Nightmare wanted with a shopping cart.)

dream, if you call him at the dump: oh yeah! nighty always wanted to go to the surface so he could try something other than apples! it seems we're right under an apple orchard, so we mostly get apple-centric foods.

my boy wanted to keep it but dream talked him out of it (unless it's true pacifist, go into his room after the barrier breaks and it's in the place sans's treadmill would be. he'll be sitting on his bed when you walk in.)

when prompted nightmare says:

nm: what? a guy can't dream?

frisk: dream of what

nm: my brother, dream of the underground [sans wink]

frisk: no what about the shopping cart?

nm: what's a shopping cart?

[dialogue box disappears, shortcut sound plays, shopping cart is gone]

go underneath the sink and it's in there though, with frantic scuff marks on the ground. seems like the wheel got stuck halfway down.

--the neutral fight is a giant apple with eyes. nightmare is with you for some reason, showing clear disgust because it looks like you'd have to eat all of it. but, frisk just throws their dora the explorer light-up sneakers at the apple's googly eyes. when the eyes come off, you get the apple.

(you're supposed to put it on nightmare's bed. during the phone call, at the end, he says "oh by the way i got your gift. fuck you." and hangs up.)

--everybody else is statues.

--if you give nightmare the apple directly it starts a dating sequence that only lasts a few seconds before he bodily picks you up and chucks you at the barrier. you faceplant on the other side. he likes throwing you around, if you come back to the bridge between snowdin and the ruins after killing dream, he picks you ups and throws you off of it.

--at the end of genocide, instead of chara appearing it's just nightmare but 80x taller than frisk.

--they have a pet frog named phenylcyclohexyl piperidine. when asked, dream will say "oh nightmare named her! i don't know what it means though..." you have the choice to tell him "it's a drug" or "ask him later". if you choose "it's a drug" dream will nod solemnly and stay quiet.

if you choose to tell dream to ask night about it, the next time you see dream he'll say "nightmare told me what it means! im so glad our frog is an angel :))"

--during nightmare's fight, in the middle of his strongest attack, you get an award titled "congrats! you've been distracted!" and he immediately throws a sequence of attacks faster than you can dodge if you were distracted. if you click on it, it says "nightmare kicked your ass, didn't he? hah."

--when night uses his magic a giant fuckoff apple tree bursts out of the ground behind him that he normally uses to hide in (which is how he dodges) and his apple soul forms and hides in the branches. you have to aim for it to win.

--instead of bullets apples get thrown at you (main reason frisk flirts with everyone, throwing an apple at someone's face in ancient greece normally substituted for a marriage proposal).

--everythings gone to shit both apple brother's have a blatant disrespect for the script and the game changed every time you play it. eventually, if played too much, the game will bluescreen and you'll have to turn your monitor on and off.

Yeah, that's probably it.

#mod red #yoink here you go #my dyslexia really jumped out 🤡#masterposts

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