#if you think i don’t have a verse for your chara you’re wrong
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For the event thing, I'd love to ask Albedo with prompt 12 (the "is that a drawing of me?" One), Gorou with 48 ("even if the world is burning i just want to be with you") and Xiao with 36 ("you wrote a song for me?")
I'm in the need of fluff with my fav charas and also I'm just a sucker for Xiao's connection with music and dance akdnsnsn
Hey, Fifteen!! I uh… Hope you're still in need of fluff with them now, sorry it took so long ahaha ToT
Note: Since I already did the one with Albedo here, I got a different prompt for him, being “That is not what the instructions said”!
Characters: Albeo, Gorou, Xiao
Prompts: Various
Content: Mostly fluff, a bit of angst for Gorou, discussions of anxiety for Xiao; Albedo and Gorou are canon verse, Xiao is modern au, gn!reader
For my 200 followers event
Albedo — “That is not what the instructions said.”
You cough and desperately wave your hands around, trying to get rid of the smoke caused by the explosion caused by… You. You were supposed to try mixing this potion on your own after Albedo explained the basics to you, but something must have gone wrong. With a defeated sigh you set down the flask and look over to Albedo for help, only to find him trying to stifle a laugh.
“Did you tell me to do that on purpose?” You huff, only to have Albedo break out into laughter in return. You didn’t think he’d trick you like that, especially considering how adamant he is about lab safety, but with how he’s doubling over laughing right now, you’re not so sure anymore.
“I didn’t, no. I’m laughing because your expression after that concoction exploded was really cute,” he says in between small giggles that make it hard to stay mad at you. After he’s gained his composure back, he walks over to you, glancing over your shoulder. “What did you do anyway?”
You give him a helpless shrug. “I don’t know, you tell me! You’re the one teaching me alchemy here, you know?”
Albedo picks up the bottle, swirling it around a little before moving to smell it. “How many drops of whopperflower nectar did you give in there.”
You think for a moment, trying to remember. It was 3 dandelion seeds, 1 sweetflower, 4 snapdragons, and… “6 drops of whopperflower nectar?” You finally offer.
“Well, there you have it,” Albedo says, giving you a soft smile. “That’s not what the instructions said. Look again!” He pulls the old alchemy book over for you. 5 drops of whopperflower nectar it says.
“It was just one more drop, how could I have known it would immediately blow up in my face?” You frown.
“That’s an entirely different mixture. Actually, I sometimes help Klee make her bombs with that,” Albedo explains, pulling you into a hug. “It’s alright, you’ll know better next time.”
“I feel like I’ll never get a grasp on alchemy the way you do,” you admit with a frown.
Albedo cups your cheeks, rubbing off a smudge of dust from the explosion with his thumb. “I’ve been doing this for a long time now… You’ll get the hang of it eventually. I’m here to guide you,” he assures you, kissing your forehead. “Now, how about we try making that potion once more and this time I’ll make sure nothing happens, yeah?”
Gorou — “Even if the world is burning, I just want to be with you.”
You can tell Gorou’s frustration is growing with every new setback the resistance has to suffer. Cut-off supply chains, hurt soldiers, lost battles… You admire the strength he shows in front of his men, always putting on a smile and offering words of motivation for them, no matter how dire the situation is.
But when he slips into bed next to you in the evenings, you see the dark circles under his eyes, the facade he puts up cracking when you pull him closer to let him bury his head in your chest. It takes a toll on him, even if he tries his best to hide it.
He seems especially tired tonight, not even changing his clothes before he drops into your arms, just breathing in your scent for a while. “Today’s battle didn’t go as expected at all,” he eventually mumbles as you pet his head, careful not to hurt his ears. “I don’t know how many more losses the soldiers can take… And I can’t blame them for losing hope, either.”
You hum in response. “I know it’s hard, but you’ve got this,” you assure him, letting out a small sigh. “I wish I could be of more help to you guys as well, but…”
“You do,” Gorou cuts you off, lifting his head to look at you. “I don’t know if I could just push through like this if it wasn’t for you. I want a future for us where we can just be happy, without constantly having to worry about the vision hunt decree or whatever else the shogunate is trying to do… You give me the strength to get up and keep going, even if it’s hard. Because even if the whole world is burning right now, I just want to be with you.”
You cup his cheek, smiling at him. “In that case, I promise to stay by your side, so you always have something to fight for. I’d like to see that future you speak of, together with you.”
He softly smiles at you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll get us there,” he promises, wrapping his arms tightly around you.
Xiao — “You wrote a song for me?”
It always amazes you what a calming effect Xiao has on you. Not even ten minutes ago you were nervously pacing up and down your room, hands growing cold in a small rush of anxiety, your heart beating a little bit too fast — And now that Xiao has his arms wrapped around you in a welcoming embrace, you feel your worries melt away, replaced by the fondness your boyfriend always fills you with.
He pulls away to look at you, a soft smile forming on the edges of his mouth that only you ever get to see. “So, are you going to tell me what you called me over for now?” He asks, casually letting himself drop down on his usual spot on your bed. For a split second, you grow nervous again, but you shake that feeling off and focus on your boyfriend in front of you.
“Yeah…” You start, “I’ve actually wanted to show you something,” you explain, taking one last deep breath before pulling out your laptop and sitting down next to Xiao who watches with a curious glance as you pull up the file you wanted to show him. He rests his head on your shoulder, absentmindedly reading the many file names, many of which he recognizes as songs you’ve written in the past. Eventually, you find what you’re been looking for, and Xiao’s eyes widen a little when he reads the file’s name.
“Xiao” is all it says — It could be anything, really, but the fact that it’s saved with your other songs would mean that… “You wrote a song for me?” He asks, causing you to shoot him a nervous glance, feeling insecure after all.
“I did… Oh, but if you don’t wanna listen to it, that’s fine. We can just pretend I never-”
Xiao places a hand on yours, giving you a small smile. “What made you think that? You know I love your music. The fact that you wrote something just for me flatters me.” You feel your anxiety fall off at his gentle words — Of course, there was nothing for you to worry about. Not when it comes to Xiao.
He lifts your hand to press a kiss on its back. “So, you wanted to show it to me now?”
You nod, handing him one side of your earphones.
While the song is playing, your eyes are fixated on him, curiously watching his expression and the smile that just seems to grow wider and wider. Xiao leans his head on your shoulder, wrapping an arm around you as he listens.
Once it’s done you look at him expectantly. “What do you think?” You ask.
Xiao smiles up at you. “I think… I might have a new favorite song. That was beautiful… You’re truly talented and I’m glad I inspired you to write a song.”
You let out a nervous laugh. “Well, you do inspire me a lot… I’m glad you liked it.”
“Actually,” Xiao starts, giving you a little smirk as he grabs your hand, “could we listen to it again? But this time… I want to dance with you.”
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On this very important nipple piercings topic, who do you think would wear them the best out of each fandom your in?
Would they like have cute, edgy or normal rings? How long could they handle a vibrating pair?
Most importantly would they wear them in public? While vibrating? Would they even try to maintain their composure. How long until their a shaking mess? Begging you to do ANYTHING to make it stop (or continue).
You know all of those fun things.
-🍒👦
Ooh many thoughts many thoughts
Arcana:
I think one obvious pick is Julian. I think he’d get them if he could maintain the care needed for them to heal (Jules you’re a doctor yet you damage yourself So Much). Hmmm maybe plain black studs or a little silver hoop when he doesn’t have an occasion—but he’d go all out if he knew you were going to be looking 👀. Julian I’m sorry but you couldn’t handle a vibrating pair in public. He gets turned on at the drop of a hat and he can’t hide his erection if he doesn’t have his cape coat thing. He looses all sense of self respect and dignity whenever you’re involved, so adding a little torture gives you a very entertaining situation >;3 I hope you don’t mind a little exhibitionism cause he’s known for his back alley endeavors
I was gonna say Lucio too, but then I thought ✨Asra✨. Don’t get me wrong, Lucio has no shame and would do it too, but Asra wearing piercings does Things go me. He gets the shiniest pair he can find—bright gems or simple gold studs. He got them while he was a teen and eventually got caught by the guards because they could see the jewelry shining in the dark spot he was hiding in aldjdkdkd. Asra can try his best with the vibrating rings but unless it’s afab asra we’re talking about, he can’t hide it for long. He more subtle with his begging, fisting the side of your shirt and guiding you to less populated areas, spots with coverage and hidden nooks, but you catch on quick to what he’s doing. Tut tut asra, I thought you knew better
Obey me:
Mammon for sure, he’s my first thought with piercings. He wants everything shiny and pretty and jewelry is no exception. Gold studs and hoops are his go to, though he likes to attach thin chains to them during your nightly activities. Oooh wait imagine putting the vibrating rings on him during one of his shoots, knowing he’s wearing more modest clothing for this ad and keeping them hidden. He gets about five minutes in before he’s calling a break, roughly tugging you to the bathroom to fix what you started (whether or not you listen is up to you—you’re the one in charge here heheh)
Asmo baby! I’ve been having more Asmo thoughts all together. He got pierced before Mammon did, probably after the Fall. He wears pretty and cute things, getting designs with hearts and pink gems. He needs to be cute all the time, ok?! The most well versed in public escapeds. Does that mean he handles them any better? Only slightly. To others he’s regular asmo, clinging to you and flirting incessantly, but to you, he’s cracking. He’s using his charm even if he knows it won’t work, a least ditch effort for you to take him somewhere semi private. He sits in your lap and leans against you, looking innocent and cute to others but you can feel him trying to press his chest against yours, giving himself a little more pressure.
((I’ll tack on charas for other fandoms later, these were my immediate thoughts ♡))
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You can choose not to answer this but I wanted to ask about Asriel in your interpretation of the swap verses. It surprised me that it was mentioned Asriel is still dead in dirty laundry because most interpretations have him switch with monster kid so Asriel is alive and monster kid dies. I like that in your interpretation Asriel is still dead only because it makes sense. So do they still switch personalities but their roles don’t change? Sorry if this doesn’t make sense
I think I get what you’re asking, no worries! I’ll do my best to articulate my thoughts on it and how I personally handle it for the swap ‘verses.
Personality-wise, I think Swap/Swapfell Asriel would act and be a little bit like Monster Kid, and vice versa, but it didn’t really make sense to me to do a full...body swap? I guess? At least in the sense that Asgore and Toriel have had a biological child and it’s...reptilian, somehow? So normal goat-Asriel still happened, in the same way that (in how I write it, at least) Sans came first and then Papyrus is the younger sibling-- the physicality is the same, and it’s more the personality elements that are getting swapped.
So Asriel happened. Then Frisk fell Underground and was adopted by the monarchs. Then Tragedy Struck. And then much, much later, Chara falls Underground and eventually, they all get to the Surface! Yay!
...The kids aren’t maybe entirely gone, though--if Chara were to have gone on some kind of No Mercy spree (which is something I will never write, for the record!), they might’ve met Frisk, like the inverse happens in canon. And Asriel...
Well, there’s no Flowey proper in my Swap ‘verses, but there is a weird little village in Waterfall full of goofy floweys (the Fell ones bite, keep your distance)...and post Surfacing, Chara ends up very close with a strange (and occasionally creepy) monster that calls itself a Temmie. Nobody really knows Temmie though, except for Papyrus who says that he’s alright. It’s a mystery to everyone else why Chara wants to keep him around, but they all love that kid, so if they insist...
Ultimately, Asriel’s kind of a double-swap-- Asriel/Monster Kid (personality) swap, and then after death, Flowey/Temmie swap. The original Temmie was a witness to the tail-end of the Tragic Loss of the royal children and Fell Down from the shock/horror/despair. Someone??? retrieved the dust-covered body and attempted to revive it with DT. Temmie came back, but behaved strangely, like a completely different person inhabiting a new body... they seemed wrong somehow, and eventually disappeared without a trace.
The logs detailing this experiment and its failure were the main deterrent for Undyne to attempt any experimentation with resurrection via DT when she became the Royal Scientist. A monster corpse brought back from death, but without a soul... that’s too messed up, too risky to play around with in her book. Maybe if it had been done on something inanimate, finding those old logs wouldn’t have been such a hard stopping block for her...
Papyrus and Temmie talk sometimes--Swap considerably more than Swapfell, for ‘don’t talk to strangers is taken way more seriously in a Kill or Be Killed ‘verse’ type reasons--but not all that much. Sans doesn’t really like Temmie and gets kinda funny if Papyrus hangs out with him too much...
If you asked him point-blank, Sans wouldn’t be able to say why he doesn’t like Temmie, it’s just a gut feeling (insert bad skeleton joke here). But that was Underground, and post-Surfacing... well, Papyrus is a grown skeleton and can hang out with whoever he wants! And if Chara’s signed off on the weird little furball, he can’t be all bad, right?
Temmie would certainly disagree...but even without a soul, and with Chara around to be so nice to him...he kinda stinks at being mean!
#anonymous#headcanons#world-building#underswap#swapfell/fellswap#basically the answer to the floweypot au#the really weird pet dogcat thing au
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Wait wait wait
What do Frisk and Asriel think of the fact that Chara's been adopted by Ganondorf to be his successor? By extension Toriel and Asgore?
...And what does Ganondorf think of them?
“You don’t have to do this.”
“No... I think I do... I want to.”
“I see. Then make it quick. Drag this out and you may do something you regret.”
“I know about regret dad. I’ll be back before you know it.”
-
(Pacifist-verse Undertale World)
It was a fine day in the Dreemur Household. Asgore was tending his garden, Frisk was playing in the backyard with the other monster children, and Toriel was writing up a new lesson plan for the next weeks classes at her school.
The MonSchool.
She really shouldn’t have let Asgore name it.
The door opened and shut. Toriel beamed, thinking Asgore had come back in. “Oh, dear, you’re just in time. The latest pie has just finished!” She got up and retrieved the pie from where it had been cooling.
“Now, you can have one piece now, but we must- AAAHHHH!” she cried. The pie fell from her hands and crashed against the floor as she saw WHO had entered the house.
Chara stood there, their face carefully neutral. “Hi mom.”
Toriel couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even think. She couldn’t comprehend that Chara, one of the children she had lost was standing there before her.
The door flew open again. “Tori!?” cried Asgore. “Is something wrong?! I heard a scream! What is-” Asgore skidded to a halt as he saw Chara standing there.
“Hi dad,” said Chara stiffly, standing between the two monsters who had loved them when no others would.
“C-Chara?” said Toriel, tears beginning to prick at her eyes.
Chara nodded. “Yeah. It’s me.”
Toriel loosed a strangled cry as she surged forward and wrapped Chara in a hug. Chara stiffened like a board in her arms but she didn’t care. Her child was here. They were HERE. Somehow, someway, they were here, in her arms right now. She was vaguely aware of Asgore sagging to his knees, but she was only aware of the child in her arms.
“Mom... I can’t stay.”
The words broke the illusion, and Toriel pulled back, confused. “Wha- what do you mean sweetie? You’re here!? You’re home. You-”
“No I’m not,” said Chara, refusing to meet her eyes. “I’m... this isn’t my home. Not anymore.”
Ther words were like a dagger to her heart and Toriel shook her head. “What on Earth are you talking about Chara? We are your family!”
“No! You’re not. Not anymore,” said Chara, finally meeting her eyes, and she nearly recoiled. Their eyes had always been strange, but something about them had changed. There was... a fire in them now. A blazing terrible light that shook her to her core. “Because I’m not Chara. At least not the Chara you knew.”
Asgore pushed himself up. “What are you talking about Chara? You- you’re here! You’re you! How can-”
“I’m not human anymore!” bit out Chara, wrapping their arms around themself and walking a few paces away. “I’m not even a monster. I’m... I’m a demon. A devil.”
Toriel shook her head. “N-no. No! You’re our-”
“I killed you,” they snapped out, stopping the Dreemurs up short. “I killed everyone. Over and over again in timeline after timeline until I got bored and manipulated others into doing it for me. Then... Then Frisk came. At first I manipulated them too, but then they overpowered me and set everyone free. I guess their DETERMINATION was stronger than mine. And they left me alone, imprisoned in the mountain. Until... until my new family found me.”
Toriel rubbed her head trying to process the information. She was aware from little hints dropped by Sans and Frisk that their emancipation from the Mountain had been more... strenuous than what she had originally been lead to believe, but this... this was a whole ‘nother nightmare.
Chara continued mercilessly. “I’m... I’m here to say goodbye. Once and for all. I’m leaving for good and staying that way. Dad promised to leave this world alone, but it means I’ll never see you again. And I wanted to set the record straight.”
They turned to the Dreemurs. “I... I don’t know if I still love you. I really don’t. I know the human Chara did, but I’m not them. I’m the Fallen Angel who Made the Underground Empty with my Knife and my LOVE. But the human Chara loved you with all their heart. And for that I’m leaving you for good. I’m saying goodbye and keeping you safe. I’m sorry I’m not what you wanted, but this is for the best.”
With that Chara tore themselves away and stormed towards the door.
“Chara!” cried Toriel after them. Chara froze and slowly turned to see Asgore and Toriel holding each other, staring after Chara, heartbroken. “Are... Are you happy? Wherever you’re going?”
Chara paused, their hand on the doorknob. And they thought of Ganondorf, their adopted father and his mighty bellowing laugh. He thought of Joker, always dragging them into some new shenanigan. He thought of Captain Falcon. And Hapi. And the rest of his father’s weird love shape relationship.
Slowly, Chara nodded. “Yeah. I am.”
“That’s- that’s enough for us,” said Toriel, her eyes heavy with tears.
“And even if... this version of you doesn’t, we love you Chara. Remember that, please,” said Asgore thickly.
Chara, their throat thick with some emotion they didn’t want to name, nodded and flew out the door, not trusting themselves to stay longer.
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Ganondorf waited at the top of the mountain, at the entrance to the Underground. He stood as he saw Chara approach.
“All go well?” asked the Demon King.
Chara shrugged. “’Bout as well as it could have.”
Ganondorf nodded. “You did well. They will be safe.”
Chara nodded. “Yup,” there was a long silence before Chara shook their head and stormed towards the portal. “Let’s go. Before Frisk and the smiley trashbag get wind of us.”
“Chara,” said Ganondorf firmly but gently. Chara stopped. “I am here, if you need me. And I’m sure your siblings would be willing to help as well.”
Chara smiled. “Thanks... dad.”
With that they left through the portal, never to set foot in that realm again.
#incorrect super smash bros#super smash bros#incorrect quotes#smash bros#request#angst#hurt#comfort#hurt/comfort#Chara#Ganondorf#Asgore#Toriel#Undertale#Legend of Zelda
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Clone Wars: Season 2
Episode 1 Holocron Heist
We just
had
a heist
[One
nonsense
enough
to knock
me into
nonsensical
incoherent
rambling...]
Two
Okay...
I’m prepared...
To do.
nonsense...
Urgh
Okay..
[Title
Screen]
[Woah!]
.... ..
Aight
Okay
A lesson learned,
A lesson earned
Oh..
That
snapped me out of it,
A lesson earned
is
a lesson earned
[you don’t need a
person to tell you
basic
common sense
you can figure out yourself]
....
Assumed authority is
bullshit
Don’t need to
earn any-
[Sorry,
Still
Recov-
er-
ing
From
Last
ep-
Isode]
Okay...
Any-way
Jedi on a
planet
. .
Some-how
tr
ap
ped
-
Surrounded
Clones
-
Right-
-
Why?
Like - if you needed parts-
Okay-
I’m
in
-terested
Any way...
Wait
cruisers?
Gun
ships?
R-escue
Oh
wait-
That’s
Good
Oh
No,
It’s
Plo..
Jokes
About
How
He
Got
His
Men
Blown
Up Just
gonna
put
this
over
here
Been a
while
Also Hey
yeah
what
is
he
doing
here?
Doesn’t
he
have
Jedi
things
to
do?
Get
a
new
fleet?
I mean
th-
(Don’t
Condone
Child
So-
L
diers!)
But
every
time
it’s
always
Obi-Wan
and
Anakin
because
all
the
rest
of
them
are
too
busy
So
What-
Alright
-
Whelp
-
I
don’t
care
—-
Whelp
—
Ex-plo
—
Is
this
just
going
to
be
an
action
piece?
(Nothing
wrong
with
that;
just
need
a
different
mindset,)
From
the
applications
of
child
soldiers
-
To
Shoot-
-Why?
It’s-
Nice-
-Droids
Plo-
General-
?
Ev-
Neat-
Good-
Whelp-
Grab ‘em to the medic
And Go!
(Seriously
Windu figured this out yesterday.)
Grunts
You’d
think
the Jedi would give the
order?
Seriously,
Good miss,
Five
Min-
Got
Some
One-
Killed
“ Asoka,”
First Asoka
mention in the first five minutes
[maybe they got her character
better.]
-Jungle
You sent-
A child
That
Logically can’t improvise
...
Into
a jungle
....
The
Fuck
Skywalker?
Con-tact
Her
-
Dead
-
She’s very likely
dead-
-
Anyway
-
Hope
Anakin
taught
her
those
moves-
-
That’s
a
lot
of
emotion
-
In
the
movements;
Again;
Monotonous,
Stunted,
Robo
Tot
-ic
That’s
How
Child-
Nope-
Tone’s
Off
So,
just
to
go
over;
1. Tone ❌
2. Dia-
Log
Ue- (?)
3. Move
-ment ❌
I’m hop-
Extract-
Taught-
Okay-
Teach
-ing
s
Aight
Mary
Sue-
I’m
sorry
but
the
light
is
literally
coming
out!
Whelp-
Okay-
So it’s Ahsoka an
adult yet?
Like that can be explained away as
acco-untability
Otherwise,
she should
have a hard time
with
one
Droid!
(No wait didn’t Obi-Wan just call her
‘young one ‘)?
Nope!
Movie, get over there in your
shame corner
That-
Was painful
over-
reacting
And
Focus-
I
Don’t
-
You
couldn’t
have
forced
it
more
if
you
tried
-
The
Force-
d cha-
nge i
-n
Perspective
Not
Apprec
-iate
D-
. . .
.
Moving
on
Whelp
...
Get
In
-
That’s
a
direct
order-
-
“Can’t-”
Nope!
That’s
It-
Tone ❌
Dialogue; ❌,?
Move; ❌
Ment
Turn in your bad
writing card,
Movie
❌
(Not a series strike,
Just
A
“Fuck
You,
Strike
On the
Movie
And,
This
Chara
-cter
(We just had such a good-
Maybe; it gets better?
Skipped ahead;
It doesn’t
Sigh-
*Puts on earmuffs
Meta-phorically
Aight
Back
To
19:06
(Original
time
stamp;
Play
*Think
Friendly
Fire-
Nvm
*Thing
Ex-plodes
In-
stantly
Whelp-
You
called
her
before
a
council
??
Child
-ren
Can’t
Think
-
Okay
Movie
Children
can’t
think-
From ag-
“This is-”.
It should
be
-But
The
writers
-
refuse
to
write
her
as
child
-
The
Pro-
“I-
The
Pro-
Blem
As
the
story
seems
to
be
placing
the
Jedi
on
a
high
pedestal
.....
Their
actions
here
as
reasonable
.....
But
it’s
not
...
If Ahsoka was a child it would be a cruel use of power showing how used only to put the younger generation down before they’re
old enough to understand it
And how they’ve given Anakin the illusion of power
-Boomer
Bait
If she’s an adult;
This would be a show of
how
she’s childified by her peers
As it stands;
The writers refuse to chose
Concerning, due to the fact that
Child-ify
Ing
An
Adult
......
Is
Wrong
And
adult-ify
ing
a
child
is
wrong
...
Un
equivocally,
Tally
Of
How
Many
Times
Ahsoka-
Is
Adult
-ify
Ied-
;
This is necessary
[Excuse for odd formatting
The “Movie”,
(Under the
picture)
Caused
Tumblr
To
heck
up
my
spacing)
Continuing
on;
“Time
away
from
the
battle-
field,”
Good,
For
A
Child
Solider
-
(And
would’ve
been
a
good
show
that
any
kind
-ness
from
them
is
performative
...
“Guard duty,”
Tally
Of
How
Many
Times
Ahsoka-
Is
Adult
-ify
Ied-
1
Cite;
Child
ren
Don’t
have
that
much
emotion,
Nor
Pre-
fer
ence-
-
“Longer
now,”
Dick
—-
Kinda
It’s
better
for
children
not
to
be
in
battle
—
So
not
a
complete
dick...
But
not
optimal...
“Sorry”
So he said by people who don’t wanna take accountability for their actions and just stop doing the thing and
stop bringing the toxins into the world
Point;
If you
were sorry
you would
stop
doing it,
stop
bringing
it
up,
and
do
better...
—-
Trying
to
control
the
narrative
isn’t
nice
(When
the
truth
is
objective)
Only
the
self
may
be
both
.....
Security
-
“Knowledge,”
*Bag-age
“Hm,”
. .. .
...
...
Fisto
...
In-side
St-upid
Forbid
Den
Know-ledge
(It’s likely
about
plants
Or
Weapons)
Also;
Boomer
Bait!
(That’s something they offer younger
generations to follow their
stupid outdated tradition)
It’s always
worse...
(Also, this isn’t about Ahsoka trying to steal the
Holocon thing is it?
Because her character is already
-hateable- enough
And if she has enough initiative
to steal the holocon
- She’s an adult
And should
be allowed entrance
anyway
“Jedi
Council,”
So,
lady was a Jedi?
Aight,
Keeping an eye
on that
...
Aight
-
No
Went through one.
drug trip
Already
.....
[Okay...
..Got
a Drink
of water
——
Interrupt
-ion
Wait I thought he was just a
ball of
fuck your plot
You’re telling me he actually works
for
Palpatine?
After
threaten
ing
Palpatine?
This
dude
-
fucking
drug
trip
-
...Ser
vices
I
honestly
thought
he
was
a
[fuck
your
shit]
guy
Now
he’s
a
de
tec-
tive
Noir
....
Movie
that’s
too
many
genres
.....
You-
need
to
slow
down
.
Your main
Chara-
Isn’t
Even
Esta-
Blish
-ed
Prop
er
Ly
Nevermind
the
characterization
Note if it had been established he changes things every so often that would be neat
As
it stands
This
dude is a
fecking roller coaster
Not any
thing
resembling
good
[Giving
your
aud-
ience
a
drug
trip
isn’t
good
writing]
It makes
them
dizzy!]
So...
Holocron
Like Palpatine is literally doing this just to fuck over
Ahsoka?
Also, this is going to result in Ahsoka
being
unchild
-like
To take them out
too?
I’ll get the -
counter
ready
[yes I have seen it
literally
every
Mall cop/
security guard movie
ever
The
fun
.
seeing how your
(Good)
chara
cters
-
interact
with
the
scenario
-
That’s
not
happening
here
-
If she was a child this would show how
Anakin‘s orders react with the environment
If
she’s
an
adult;
We’re working through a checklist;
About
what we know about
her;
Likes, dislikes, how they might come up in a
situation...
The suspension...
coming when they do
With
Ahsoka...
What do we know about her?
Honestly?
We know she likes
fighting
(Already in enabler of toxic behavior
-against other living beings)
We know literally
nothing else about
her
Except...
That she’s
perfect...
Re-moving
All
Tension;
Deal
I’m surprise he just wasn’t like
oh
yeah
sure,”
[Ditches
with
the money]
...
..
Oh they’re actually talking
strategy
Usually it’s just
‘fuck em’ up
And that’s all
we ever
hear
Er-
Whelp-
Yodi’s
dead
Alas,
Poor
Narc
[assuming he can actually sense
disorder in the ranks]
Gen.
Leader
Ship.
Tox
He should know
he shouldn’t be doing that
Focusing
on him
self
And
practic
ing
accountability
....
Constantly
micromanaging
and
checking
in
on
your
peers
..
Isn’t
going
to make
them
more
likely
to be
accountable..
It’s
going
to
piss
them
off
...
Your (evident) distrust creating a toxic environment
As you were refused to
trust their
char
-acter
You can’t give me
respect the guy that was just snooping
(Through the whole
uni-verse)
That’s
the
point...
A
dis-turbance
in the force
Yeah?
Intruders there will
be
Okay, bullshit
he can see that
Like;
Peri-pheral
Okay
(Still tox that you don’t expect your peers
in a peripheral.
to be able to hold
accountability)
But this is galaxies
away
(Ac-tually.
on
Corousant)
But.
He
Should
n’t
Know
That-
‘The
Narcs
pulling
authority
again,
master,”
“Shh,
this
is
what
we
train-
I mean groom -
you
for!,”
“But
You
Said,”
(Con-tinuing
Earl-ier,)
[Seriously
I meant to bring it up
earlier,
But are they really inhabiting
Zero the hutt’s
old hotel]
Like it could just be a Noir hotel
But the positioning
and location
seem
familiar
. . .
Tell
me...
Who
the
frick
is
this?
?
“What
you
are
doing
back
there?”
...
..
Aight...
Assis
-tance
God
Lord,
He’s
Try
-ing
-
Main
tenance
If I don’t idea
(who this guy was )or what was going on
then maybe that would make sense
As it stands,
Nope,
Crash-
es
What’s
that?
....
What?
Seriously.
all he did was put another thing into another thing?
???
...
Aww, he actually trusts
Bane..
Thank you
...
Door..
Techno
Service
...
Droid
As in a
“tech
-nical service droid?
(Rt
(IT)
Tech
Guy?
Or a technical
assistant
(One made of
tech)?
(Or one specializing in
techno dance moves?)
Also
is he supposed to get them
in?
Is
that thing?
They-
didn’t
really
establish
much-
Butler
Droid...
Change?
Todo...
“You are what I say
you are,”
Roomba- kicker
Also, having a roommate is just straight up
detective fiction...
Like
buddy-cop detective but still
detective
With noir,
Which
is supposed to be focused on independence
Dis(trust) in society
Which is
admittedly
(toxic)
Or
seems
to be
Those two
themes...
Directly contra-
dictory
[with
Griev-
ous
they
made
it
work,
But
he
wasn’t
this
-
]
“Uh,”
You
are
not
“The
Doctor,”
-
[that work
ed as
manif-
estation
Of
Greiv-
Ous’s
Toxic
Be-
Hav
-ior-
And
Human
Want
For
Com-
Pan
Ion-
Ship
-
Or
At
Least-
Vul-
Ner-
Aba-
ili
Ty-
-
This
Guy
-
So far he’s a
n(e)igh
invulnerable
Douche
Bag
-
With
No
-thing
Humane-
-
Not
quite
Ahsoka
levels
-
Intend
-ed
To be
an adult
-
Just-
-
Really needing to go
ham -
On the arrogance
And
inhumanity
(He sold his soul for
money- But makes it look
so good- what
he
does-
Gets a sick
kinda enjoyment from it,”)
That’s how you
have, to pull it off
As it stands;
there’s
no
emotion
with
this
character
Is
the
robot
supposed to be like his
morality pet?
But he’s a
dick to
him
too
Really
he gets nothing
from me
How do even in the
“I-don’t-feel-anything-I’m-so-edgy-and-cool
look at me!’
Vibes
There’s nothing
fun...
Yeah you can throw all the
...clichés
you want in there
[But that doesn’t work
if you don’t use them
properly]
[I see the team up
with a female bounty
-hunter]
[Predictable
“I work Alone...]
The only thing
those stories
share
In minute]
But ‘once the effect of’
‘wow that’s a lot of things.
Has worn off
The story and character left
heartless
“Non-of- your
Bus-
iness,”
Doesn’t have the
cockiness to make it
work
[this isn’t
power-
Ful-]
Down
right
..cringe
As it tries to shove shove two genres.. .
At least...
That don’t
Quite
.work
...
Least not the
way they’re trying to make them
work
.....
..Today
It’s noir
The point is
no one’s
in a
good mood..
...
Aight,
Wasn’t that-
Also,
shouldn’t
he
know-
Based on how
open-
She
is-
To un-
veiling
her
mask..
- -
Robot
So sh-
ouldn’t she ask the robot to leave the room?
(If it’s such a big deal
to her?”)
He can just run their
face through a
face scan
no?
Mid-rim
I thought he didn’t have a way
in?
[That’s a
pretty pathetic
way in.. .]
[Palpatine’s
screwing
with
him]
[Giv
-ing
Him
a
hard
time
and
satis
-iating
-
The
ab-
omin-
ations
desire
for
blood🎵,
Two
birds,
one
stone,
Also,
Movie,
That’s
the
wrong
amount
of
planning
for
the
wrong
genre
-
We don’t care how the
bank ro
-bbers
Art
-thieves
Got
There
This
isn’t
Heist
-
[Money
Heist,
Not
Terr-
Esc]
Got
It
Wrong
[Pre
dict-
The
Plot-]
Last
Time.
-
The
Focus
isn’t
Character
building-
- it’s the
‘out of depth
characters reaction to the
scenario,’
And the wacky hijinks that
ensue
Using their
talents...
Contrast-
ed against the environment
(Mall
cop
example]
Which seems to be the best
fit
Stealing
the-
Holocron-
-
WHAT WAS THE
PURPOSE-
Well-
At least they ack
-now-ledged
Planning
really isn’t part of the subset,
Good
(For them?)
Aight
Impossible
...
What are the
emotions?
[like they
literally.
just through in
the
“the only place...”
Why..?
So quick rehash
(Sorry
but I can feel the
drug
trip coming through,)
(Effects-
Of
Dealing-
With
(bad) excess character;
(Deserts
Metal...)
[Refresh]
He has a map of the Jedi temple
Chip
(Oh so that’s what that-
(Isn’t he
still-)
[Changlin’]
Aight
Bog
[Refresh
End]
[Voice
acting?
[Mouth
sync]
...
..
Aight
..
In
Tru-
Maybe
take
the
teen- off guard duty
A thought
[but-seriously
No high
Alert?
Only these
two..?
Info-
-Mation
Baggage
Seriously money would be a better
option
Or
just
street
cred
(Adult) humans,
Aren’t that Liniar...
Any way...
East
Tower
....
Well that’s better than some
dusty
old
books
-
Holos
(Seriously at least that’s
present
baggage.)
Whelp
Nobody
notices
this
bullshit!
On a supposedly
secure a
military
base
....
...
Also in the Mid- day break
fecking
daylight!
(With the
hiest it made sense,
That was a hostage
political situation
Meant
to draw in a huge
crowd;
How?
Cool
Alright,
Hey
isn’t
she
supposed
to
be
standing
still?
(Guard)
Doing patrols?
Like
no
emotion,
Face
Forward,
Professiona
-lism
Not
Greeter
(Didn’t they literally call it
guard duty?)
Like just say you’re sending her to
library service...
Assis
-tance
Again,
Wrong
Field...
They’d
be
talking
to
the
library
helper
(Official)
Con-
Bother
Not
how a
child
reacts
Tally
Of
How
Many
Times
Ahsoka-
Is
Adult
-ify
Ied-
2/3
Cite;
Asoka
shows
intentional
over involvement
instincts
more
befitting
of
an
adult
....
Good
Fully
understand
able
reaction
(Kinda)
(Don’t
yell
at
children)
Don’t
over involve
yourself
in
the
future
....
(But if you’re an
over-
involv
ed
and
(un-)childlike
abomination
(Getting
shoved
for
this
is
likely
going
to
happen)
Dude was actually nicer than
an adult
Enabler
(Rule
Of
Excess
Society;
While
excess
verbalization
is
ex-
pected,
Getting
in
someone’s
way
(non-sport
Ing-)
(Or con
-ferr
ed-)
U-pon
Is
not,
Attemp
ting
to
move
them
away
the
customary
five
times
is
expected)
Aight,
So the librarian was right there as
she
harassed
her
client)
(Not saying;
But
you should get involved
in tox that doesn’t involve you)
Just don’t
think that would excuse
Her
from ire
“I can’t do anything right,”
Tally
Of
How
Many
Times
Ahsoka-
Is
Adult
-ify
Ied-
3/4
Cite;
Child
-ren
Aren’t aware of
self
Ahsoka would repeat a line
blank
-ly
“Likely
‘sorry’
Then back
away
[Or
the
or
dered
rea
ction-)
Aight
Whelp
Yes
Just at the librarian be the
pro tag
(She’s
Tox
But..
.
Less
Tox..
...
But
Still..
[Make
[Better]
Pro-ta
g
Than
Ahsoka
]
In..
...
That’s a
library
computer..
You
need
a
pass-
word.
-
The
robot-
How?
-
What?
Weak
Point?
You know for
Boomer bait
They
mis-construe
How the library
works a lot
[I know
-Hav-
Ing
Dealt-]
Talk-ing
in the
library,
Is pretty
off
Like there’s
a reason people are encouraged
to go into the hallway
to take phone calls
Loud
These are the guys that value
meditation
Dude.
Would be shushed
By
Several
irate
Jedi
...
Told to
take it
outside
...
...
I-
[I feel bad
For the Roomba]
[like dude, gaslights him
and then takes
his memory]
Like, Adults
Out
of
it.
...
But
...Droids
[we don’t know much about the
sentient ones
Or how much
senti
ence]
But
this
whole
scene...
Makes me feel
dirty
Like;
it’s played
for humor
When;
it should be played
to how much
a bastard
this guy
is
Screw-
ing
with
anything-
Like
That
...
Toxic
...
Sick..
How?
Aight..
What.
.
Re-
Cyc
Why?
...
..
Kenobi
Jump-ing coincidence
[i’m con
-clusion]
Damn,
the narc
[No one
tell him
anything]
[Might
fake
a
heart
attack]
Comm.
[How half assed is
Yoda’s peripheral?]
Venti
-lation
-That’s
Smart-
Almost
-Too
-Smart-
👍
-Tower
High
Alert
Place
the
Temple
-
Wasn’t, already?
Left it undone
Way to go
smart
guy
-
Cool
-
But
kinda
pointless..
Aight-
Never mind
I-
Might’ve
Been
Wrong-
Al right
[Seriously,
no one hears this?]
[In most heist movies
they at least had the
intelli-
gence-
[No hate
-villains can be stupid]
Do you some small well
re-lativel unknown library
[or at least not the one
at the place they were robbing]
Because everyone would
recognize that the actions occurring match up to what he’s describing
And the description
Of their
building.]
Aight
Neat-
Past
Whelp-
Aight-
Shred-
(Un-acc
Oun
T-able)
K-Pop
Well
that’s
a
name...
Whelp..
Cool..
..
Bane
...
Whole..
temple
And I heard you very
obviously
plotting...
So...
you’re getting kicked
Also he could be possibly looking up
intruders plans..
...
Like pretty one dimensional
opinion
of on ‘High Alert’, lady
[Especially
for a
librarian.]
Thank
you
Whelp...
There went my expectations
Also,
Every Jedi leaving the library didn’t notice that that
shit?
Like, they didn’t have guard’s ready to apprehend him
...On the
Other
Side?
Okay...
You just
moved her...
Do you know this could’ve been an episode
with a lot of emotional depth
Showing how terrifying adults that abuse children can be
adults that
swear to have their interest in heart
And how overinvolvement
Is harmful
regardless of who it’s coming from
(Neglect- of child-
And - accoun
tability)
Working off the
“blank line”,
‘I can’t do
anything right,’
And the Jedi
-Council’s treatment of
her
“Foreshadow
-Ing,”
(I use
that word
loosely)
Their
down-
fall
Instead
we
got
this-
And
he just abandons
the computer-
Aight,
Just contin
-ued on - with
-out his
instruction
Despite
see-ing
how bad
that
went.
Al-right
Okay-
Aight
Really?
Without
instructions?
.
In
Calls
friend
You were
fine
without him
the last few
seconds
.....
“Give-”
Not gonna
question that?
“Voice-”
She’s
a changling..
“Now,”
Hidden
You’re
in a vent?
Oh, Skywalker has
immediate
intuition
...
And a breech
didn’t somehow sound off alarms
Yeah. .
Good..thing you didn’t close up the thing
..
Whelp..
How?
Okay. .
Shame..
they didn’t get a hold of a force sensitive
kid
(I- don’t want it to
happen)
Just-
.. .
.. Here
Hurry
I can
Hear..
.
Bull-
Shit
.
You have rocket boots
they have the force
You shouldn’t
hear shit-
Sur-prisingly,
No Ahsoka
Good
The lower
the counter stays..
The
better
for
humanity
[and my
brain]
[Vent]
Seriously,
you didn’t tell your
partner?
About the Jedi on
High Alert?
Ser-
Force-
How deep
is that
thing?
[Aight,
Pat-
You’re telling me they still haven’t figured out the
Holocron?
We only
saw-
Shouldn’t one of you go one way and the
other go the other?
To cover
more ground?
They’re-
Really
putting
a lot
of faith-
In the
Comms
Also shouldn’t there be more
Jedi crawling over the place?
Seriously,
it’s just these two?
[We know Plo
isn’t doing anything important.]
[We saw
him near the opening?]
And
Kid Fisto..
Heck...
Is
everybody else doing?
A-ight
“Closer,”
Shouldn’t it be
..further
Archive..
[Library]
Comms?
Got it-
Whelp..
Okay..
Not, putting up that
door,
What are you
smiling about?
There’s plenty of lasers
And
you don’t even know
where the thing
you’re looking for
is
(Inside the compartment)
....
Aight
Might- not have been a
smile-
Look for
the open
vent
(Dude clum-
Un-
Acc
ountable)
With
Vents
Also look at all these
assholes standing around
doing nothing
Also, no one’s going to check up on the child
Like, Ahsoka surely got that message
right?
Temple-
Deep in the
temple-
Use-less
...
‘Cause you’re idiots
who don’t check for open vents
Or cover
more ground?
Or...
[Get, anyone to help you, in this big ass vent,”
It’s not very hard to see
why.. .
Ass
-itance
Ahsoka’s,
not gonna get blamed for this
is she?
Won-
Yeah, the narcs
pretty
useless
Also, why can’t you have the dude just shut off those lasers like he did the rest?
Done
Oh, they address it
Good,
Yep,
How?
But...
Okay...
...
Okay
....
What’re you
still
doing
...
Okay,
What’re
you
doing?
[Is the Holocron seriously right
there?]
That’s. lucky
Weirder
and
Wei-rder
Hey isn’t your personality
over-written?
By the
chip?
Aight
S-eriously?
Still
Here?
On- alert-?
Coin-
cidence?
!
Augh
Is that’s seriously the alert?
Several
minutes-
No wonder
those guys
were so late...
...
Sense
De-
Cep
Tion
Po-
S-ing
As
A
Jedi.
Okay
now
Yoda’s
just
reading
the
death
report
Jo-casta
What?
But
that’s
actually
a
good
idea
-
If shits about to go down you might as well find the person who might hold them accountable instead of letting you get the shit beat out
Run-
Serious-ly
shouldn’t she just shout out her name?
[Like I know
- High Alert-
But Ahsoka isn’t going to be much use against a
Adult...
Either way
Might as well
find her [and
scare off the intruder-]
Also how come
“innocence”
doesn’t get
the same notification
Did they forget his
wristwatch?
[Like-
seems important-]
Who are you?
Dang
It?
You
were
supposed
to
report
back!
Also no one
heard any of this before
Also; are you going to tell me that AHSOKA, the child
soldier,
Is going to beat this guy
When
the fully trained elderly Jedi got her ass kicked?
Nah.. .
“You,”
Dead
Tally
Of
How
Many
Times
Ahsoka-
Is
Adult
-ify
Ied-
4/5
3x
-Un-orthodox show of initiative
1x
-Counter
1x
- Surviving this
1x
(4x)
Getting her on the
run!
1x
Tot; 7/8
-Surviv-ing;
- 1x
- 1x
-1x
-1x
-1x
-1x
-1x
-1x
-1x
-2x
(I’m tired of counting them
one by one-)
-2x
- 2x
- 2x
- 2x
- 2x
-
Er
Okay
Whelp
Aight
-Right
Shape
-Skill
-Ew
Whelp
Okay-
Where did
your get your skills from?
Abomination?
Aw-
Todo-
-Yet
What-ever
Butler
Tech
Neither
of
which
have
anything
to do
with
ironing
doors
open
....
....
There
he goes
Sy-mpathesize- more with him
than this douche bag even if his
turn does make a little sense
Aight.
Whelp
Finally found that
vent.. .
Right
No, he wasn’t
“Comms,”
Not
Holo-
Cron
.....
Completely un-realistically
Tally
Of
How
Many
Times
Ahsoka-
Is
Adult
-ify
Ied-
28/29
And
1/2
(1/2 because referring to the action what respectively doesn’t count as a whole- sin-
It does deserve note that you decided to repeat your bad writing-)
Jedi
She
Says-
(Un
Be
Li
Ev
Able)
Holo
-cron
Jedi
To
Open
It
..
Okay,
..
Up-
To-
Again, with the
communication
center-!
Dude, just wanted a
Holo-cron
(Seriously
that was very tortured
logic,
Think the writers;
just wrote this scene
Then realize but wait
“why are they in the Holocron/
Comm
Cent,?”
And that’s how
Anakin/Obi-Wan
Obsession with the com
center began...
[sorry but there was no reason for them to be in the
Com center!
That I’ve heard!]
In
Aight,
What?
What
-ever
...
..
Wrong-
Yes
Com-
Center-
Ser-iously
even he doesn’t know what’s up
You
heard
me
And
my
stupid
plan
To send you to the
Coms center to justify Obi-wan’s
obsession-
Craw-
ling
And we have no reason
to-o
Why?
Now!
Yelling- doesn’t mistake the clear lack of
reason
What-
ever-
Right
That’s one way
to do it
Really
Also, how does
-that not-
That was less than
one minute
Also,
but no one else will hear that but
these two
. .
And they’ll
still progress to the
comm center
...
“It came from the com center,!”
How!?
You, guys,
Comms,
Archives,
Aight,
Nice
Com-munication
center-
Ha-
ha-
ha-
(I’m sorry
but that has come back around
to kinda funny,”
[something Happens across the
galaxy]
Obi-won; It was the com’s center
—-
Aight,
right,
...
O-kay
...
How??
Where?
Okay
...
Cloak
Ing?
What?
[you can’t defy the
rules of logic that much
(Physics)
You need to explain where he went
otherwise it’s a loony tune
Of
sus-
pen
sion-
Okay?
What??
I thought-
the thing-
....
O-kay
right
Take it,
Which
,One
That-
Right
What-
Ever-
Aight-
He knews
What-
Ever
Don’t call
your eggs
Move
Restraint
Whelp
Use-less
Just
There
Whelp
Nope-
Okay-
He
Try
[Hey
guys,]
Off
That’s
some
assumed
authority
over
familiarity..
Aight..
Okay,
They’re really
letting
him
get
away
with
the
story
Tries-
What?!
-When-
Bomb-
Both-
[Also
Mace
Windu
is
still
the
only
semi-efficient
Jedi...
Asshole !
(Can’t
make the text bigger enough to display my
outrage!)
[they
played that off
as humor!]
That was a scream of death!
Of
Murder!
[if that was a sentient-
And my God
it seemed damn close!
Dude was just murdered
The surprise-
“ I didn’t
see it coming, h
onestly not his fault kind!”
One that would call for
immediate robotic vengeance!
* im-mediate
ac-countability
If sentient,
What the Hell?!
That-
Horror
-
fy-
Ing-
Oof
“Was
it
sentient?
Crud, I
might
lose
my
least
toxic
credentials
( )
Whelp
How?
No
Way-
A-ight
Shit
-shit
- she did
nothing
I-
Call
Sec-
Whose
that?
Whelp
Okay..
That
Who
Dys-
functional
family
road
trip
-
War
No
shit
Oh wait at
the comment table was by all the other Jedi
So...
the whole time Obi-wan was just complaining
he didn’t want to do the job
Skywalker
agreeing with him...
And...
wanting to ditch their post
In chara,
Just, a little bit funny
when you think about it
Right,
You bought
them
all the way
here?
...
Also look isn’t the unchild-like abomination adorable when she’s talking about punishing people more severely
Holo-cron
The heck
is a
holocron...
Wait-
What-
Why-
How-
??
Why is this
being allowed to
happen?
-
...
Snitch
[like seriously how is it helping her
case, whatsoever?
Plea
Bar-gin
Aight,
Okay
That was just a completely random target
on his list...
- -
The one accountable adult
Keeper
Kydra
Crystal-
- Holocrons
Data
-
You get out of here
youngling
Force
Sensitive
Child ?
Are we really going to get into the
powers
eugenics?
(Or
power
genetic
superiority)
Also would it be a kin to basically every child or just any child destined for leader ship
(Like gen
leader ship?)
Cause..
Also, yeah
good idea keeping that around
And you named...
...
Young’lings
Future
Oy!
You put that back where,
it came from so help me
Future
vision
is cheating
In reality,
if you did have that power,
you should keep
your mouth
shut
And it completely negates
the point of a choice based universe
(Takes all the
risk out of it)
Making the story
completely useless
(For the sake of tension
I’m going to ignore
that..)
Going on the
assumption...
That’s the Jedi
are just a bunch of
narcs
Who
like
claiming they know the future
When in reality only the future
knows the future...
Worn.
Them
Oh so it’s just School
roll call...
Contact
You must
Ya no dude’s already a
headstart...
Ahsoka
Dude, he just override
the punishment
Does he
have the authority to do that?
[I
don’t
think
so]
Cad bane
He
probably isn’t
And you already know him
From the previous episode
Good for
Obi-won
Aight
Mace Windu
don’t give a fuck
Kid Fisto
disappeared
And. .
Luminara(?)
Went to go get a snack....
?
I don’t
know
Yoda
Got
Overruled
Aight,
Okay
.....
This episode...
Makes me feel disgusting
Watching
The middle
At least
It’s very clearly
boomer bait...
The beginning...
Focus-ing on the
importance of taking orders
(With no
sarcasm
to my understanding,)
Progressing,
Into,
Dah, de, dah,
Generation
____
doesn’t
understand
books!
*We might if they got out of our way, let us do our thing, dis-covered and pract-iced excess, on our volition
*if we wanted
to
Honestly
convinced.
I should’ve
given
them
a
strike
right
there
Out
of
Malicious
Won’t
(Out of restraint)
But
a
thought
none-
the-
less
Being
a
(toxic)
Boomers
Fantasy
in
which
they,
the
all
powerful
all
knowing
adults
must
help
poor
Ig-
nor
-ant
(Child)-
(I’m sorry
this really
disgusts me)
-with enough initiative
To praise their Brilliance
(It’s re-ally
di-sgusting)
This isn’t
seen as an overreach
Or con-
Des-cion
Of
A
Gen
And gives no
in-dication it recognizes how creepy what it’s doing is
Apart from the lighting in the council room
*Which
I’m now convinced is permanently broken
And continues with the assum-ption of a
life-time
Over the future
Breaking; the story pretty thoroughly
And announcing the
return to
mediocrity...
(Border
-ing on attempt at
lower
standards)
(Also they playoff the death of a semi-sentient species
For
Humor?
He
died
screaming!
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Anon asked: Let’s spread positivity! Who are your favourite people in the bsd fandom?
AAAAH first off: thanks for the anon <3 I don’t know who you are - but my very first positivity shall go out to you! I'm always happy whenever I see one in my inbox tbh, WWWHHHH.
My favorites in the BSD fandom, huh? I must admit, I don’t know a lot, because I’m just so super shy to write with people most of the time :’’’)
Note: I’m very sorry in advance, in case I mispronounced someone! It don’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable. I just suck at remembering… > <
Also, my English gave up on me there at one point. I’m sorry, I started writing on this at 8 a.m ( currently it’s 11 a.m and I’m still not really awake ).
There may be people who I forgot to mention and I’m truly sorry for this, wwwhhhh. BUT PLEASE KNOW THAT I LOVE EVERYONE! And I hope I didn’t annoy anyone by mentioning them there.
First those who have a special place in my heart from talking with them currently still or because I have talked with them in the past. I know most of them from other fandoms, but all of them have or had muses or a verse in the BSD fandom.
@diverse-hearts / @diverse-hearts-ocs - Who was one of the reasons why I finally continued watching BSD and who got me into the verse. I remember it was when she suddenly threw Chuuya into my inbox at Miran and I was just like - oh, that's the chara you talk about so often, right? - and panicked a bit because I didn't know how to reply at first because I had no clue how to reply. So I watched the Anime and got invested into it XDDD
That was also the beginning of our Chu x Miran ship, I'm still super invested in and even after two years I still super enjoy to RP and come up with plots with brobro or to work with her on the Lee family u v u
@shinycku - WHO KEEP GETS ME INTO NEW FANDOMS SOMEHOW. She brought me into MLQC, she brought me into Obey Me and she also was the first one to tell me to watch BSD a year ago or so. Sadly I was a bit busier back then and idk. I didn’t watch it for long back then. She may doesn’t roleplay her Kyoka anymore, but I still think she deserved a special mention there.
Pareo is really fun to talk to and I enjoyed our small threads with Miran and Kyoka ( she would have adopted that assassin girl and nobody could have stopped Miran! LOLOL ) and also super enjoyed RPing with Mei, that Yandere Waifu, back then and I really hope we can still RP at one point!
@kxramczov / @alternxs – Riyah is a super sweet person and I enjoy talking and RPing with her and the things plotted > u < Honestly, I’m still excited for the friendship between Gin and my girl ( and I also still didn’t forget the plot for Ryu! XD ) or those… abandoned house… adventures ( ? ) between Fyo and Miran, wwwhhhh. I’m so sorry he has to put up with my girl. But I also really look forward to interact with her other muses and to one day make my girl slap Gogol c:<
@nightwardens – HEH! I never truly RPed with Psy in the BSD verse tbh, but I know her from the BNHA verse still and PSY, IF YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN’T MENTION YOU, YOU’RE FREAKING WRONG! O:< She too is one of those people I really enjoyed talking with in the past and I hope she’s doing well! U v U
@breathless-darkness – Cassi! One of the people I still owe lots of replies, but rarely gets one because of my lazy and unmotivated butt :’’) I’M SORRY FOR THAT WWWHHHHH. I really enjoy our backstory with Shuji / Dazai and Miran and I’m still super sorry I didn’t interact with your other muses so far, wwwhhh. But I really love the threads we got so far and I really love talking to you a lot <3
@abilitypossessed | @museportal - I know Kiwi since super long as well now from the MM verse. She just followed the BSD verse recently, but I hope we get to RP more again, now that she came into this verse <3
Others who deserve love and positivity, I enjoy seeing on my dashboard and hope to interact one day ( or to interact more ):
@oflegends ( honestly, I enjoy how much she loves and enjoys RPing Shibu ) || @canirandagi / @mckiingbiird || @horclogium ( she has a bsd verse so I guess her accounts counts, wwhhh, I also love about her how much she loves her muse ; u ; ) || @protectheweak || @shrimps-variety-garden || @somegremlin ||
#{ Message of the sock ( OoC )}#There was really a lot I wrote underneath#So I hid it behind a read more > <
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All-Stars -Story Mode- [CHAPTER 3]
I thought I put the third chapter before Day 45 is over, this day had been quite inspiring thanks to the people I had tagged and re-edited the forth chapter. So give @gulliblepineapples and @sampoststuff a lot of thanks. 🤭 I hope you guys won’t mind if I had put your ideas in the story. Still, I’ll do Day 46 when the clock strikes 12. So, be expecting it later. I hope you guys enjoy.
[EDITED]
-Chapter 3-
Frisk found themself not been able to control their body and gotten scared once they realized they had also a knife in their hands and it was stained in crimson liquid, they knew it was the blood of their victims as they reached the hallway that is colored with gold and orange.
They had reached the SAVE file and saved the progress as they looked at it in horror.
[Chara, Level 19 HP 92/92, Judgement Hall]
1 left…
Frisk fought for control as the entity that’s doing this then processed to through the hallway like it knew this was going to happened. Frisk walked until a figure stepped in, a short skeleton in unzipped blue hoodie with white t-shirt/sweater along with the black shorts with white stripes and had a pair of sneakers/slippers. He had appeared out of nowhere like a ghost but Frisk knew is going to happen next.
‘’Heya… you’ve been busy, huh?’’ the skeleton began, Frisk was shaking with the thought of needed to wake up before they could get into a battle with Sans.
‘’So, i’ve gotten a question for ya. Do you think even the worse person can change? And anyone can be a good person if they just try?’’ Sans asked to the fallen human, whom took a step forward towards him, making him laugh at this threat.
‘’Hehe… okay, i’ve gotten a better question for ya: wanna have a bad time? Because if you take another step forward, you really not gonna like what happens next…’’ He threaten with his eye sockets black as the dark.
Frisk struggled to not to go forward but, a demon in them… made them take another step forward towards Sans, crossing the line.
‘’Welp… sorry old lady, this is why i never make promises…’’ Sans said everything around them had turned white and black as the colors fade away, Sans, had always been a skeleton, keep a grin on his face.
In these words he spoke ‘’It’s a beautiful day outside... birds are singing… flowers are blooming… on days like these, kids like you…’’ then raised his left hand as his eye had cyan-yellow pupil and glowed with wraith of justice after patience had drained from it as he finished this sentence of the previous.
‘’S H O U L D B E B U R N I N G I N H E L L .’’
Then the human felt gravity betrayed them as they flew up to the ceiling and down to the floor then to the walls as they avoided the bones.
Frisk struggled, begged, pleaded or anything they could but the demon, _ _ _ _ _ was thrilled, they truly loved every time they both died and reset to fight Sans, each time he dodges their attacks. Oh! How they wished this moment could last forever.
Sans was getting tired after dodging so, he had to hold the human down to the floor with his magic gripping tight on their soul. But he gotten so tired, he fell asleep and allowed the human to attack but the skeleton suddenly woke and dodged it on time.
‘’Did you really think you really could-’’ Sans asked but he was interrupted by a sudden attack from _ _ _ _ _ themself, Sans was slashed across the chest and blood begins to bleed out as he held the fatal wound.
‘’So…’’ he spoke with his final breathes ripping out, ‘’i guess this is it? Huh? Just didn’t say i didn’t warn you…’’
_ _ _ _ _ was expected more from him but Sans stood up and walked away with a limp as he said ‘’Welp… i’m heading for Gribbly’s… Papyrus? Do you want anything?’’
Frisk, in pure sorrow, screamed as Sans is reduced to nothing but dust…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Frisk was jolted awake from the nightmare by Cuphead shaking them to wake them, Frisk looked around and realized their still in the bunker, then… they cried as Cuphead looked at them with confused painted on his face.
‘’F-frisk? Are you alright? It looked you just fought a demon in you.’’ Cuphead said to Frisk then suddenly been pulled into a hug by the human. ‘’Frisk… You had a nightmare?’’ Cuphead asked, Frisk nodded as Cuphead hugged back ‘’I… I can tell that it’s not a pretty one…’’ he said, comforting the human child.
‘’Cups? Frisk?’’ Mugman said as he enters the room after he heard the crying, ‘Is everything alright? I heard crying.’’ he said as Frisk continued crying while Cuphead turned his head towards his brother.
‘’Frisk had a nightmare, I am not sure what it was but I can tell it’s not a very good kind.’’ Cuphead explained, Mugman looked at them and said ‘’I never thought they would have one. Specially with a very bad one.’’
‘’I know Mugs,’’ Cuphead said ‘’Is Boris making breakfast yet?’’
‘’I guess he is making it right now, Bendy said that he can help him with that.’’ Mugman spoke, ‘’As long if Bendy doesn’t destroy anything while doing it.’’
‘’Well, can you least tell us what that nightmare is all about Frisk, we can keep it a secret, we can promised that.’’ Cuphead asked, but Frisk just shook their head.
The two brothers looked at each other as Frisk continued crying their eyes out then back at Frisk, Cuphead comforting Frisk a little longer as he said ‘’If you don’t want to talk about, then it’s alright to not talk about. Okay? How about breakfast first?’’
Frisk nods to the thought of eating breakfast first, but first they gently pushed Cuphead away and rubs their eyes to pull themself together after that moment.
Mugman smiled warmly as Frisk pulled themself back together and Cuphead gently smacked them on the back as they climbed down from the top bunk and into the living room, the smell of bacon and eggs filled the air for the trio to smell it with their tongues licked their lips.
At the wooden wire spool table is Bendy placing forks and knives on the tables as he sings a song as he felt it was related to him somehow, he sung the verse he liked.
‘’I am alive, Immortalized. You're the creator, you traitor. Hey! There's no vaccine to cure your dirty needs, for now you must build up our machine. You die tonight!~’’
Frisk walked to Bendy with curiosity in their heart as Bendy finished up setting things up, Bendy brushes his gloved hands off and stop to admire his work when he felt a tap on his shoulder. ‘’Hmm?’’ He murmured as he turned around and sees Frisk standing behind him.
Bendy smiled and he said ‘’Hey Frisk! Morning, I just finished setting the forks and knives on the table. You are welcomed to wait for breakfast if you like.’’
>[What song were you singing?] [Okay then.]
>[What song were you singing?]<
‘’That song?’’ Bendy said ‘’I am not sure but I think that the title of it is ‘’Build Our Machine’’ sung by someone named Will Ryan or other. I just think it’s catchy for me, ya think?’’
>[I think it suits you well.] [Good luck with that then.]
>[I think it suits you well]<
Bendy blushed, ‘’Awww. You think? Hehehe… Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind,’’ he complimented as he walked over to his seat at the table as Frisk walked over to the chair beside him.
Cuphead and Mugman walked over and sat with Bendy and Frisk as Boris finished making the breakfast and passed out ot everyone on the table as well with his own.
They all giggled and laughed while they ate breakfast, they enjoyed their morning as they gotten ready for the day ahead to go back up to the surface. ‘’Are you sure you don’t want to come with us Bendy?’’ Cuphead asked to the Ink Demon, ‘’I am sure that we can use an extra hand with the supplies.’’
‘’Nope, I‘m sorry but someone needs to be on the other side of the door so they can opened it from the inside of the bunker.’’ Bendy answered, ‘’Well, alright, I am not going to stop you. We will be alright when he get back.’’ Cuphead explained, to winch Bendy nods.
With Boris by their side, they made it up the ladder and into the surface and back to the old abandoned elderly home. They looked outside through the boarded-up window and sees that it’s now partly cloudy as the sun poured through the clouds, they smiled as they are glad that the ray of hope is still there like they had been through a nuclear fallout and come out from that unscleathed.
But there’s no time to admire the light in the sky, they had to search for supplies then returned to the bunker.
They were aware of the soldiers as well with zombies while they walked down the ruined streets of the 80-year old war torn town with Boris leading the way. Tommy gun in the wolf’s possession.
They all looked around at the surroundings, they could see cars that had nearly been rusted over, buildings remained vacant and empty of life but it does looked like it had been evacuated when a war had just started unexpectedly.
They hid behind fallen pillars, broken cars and inside of the most nearly destroyed buildings to keep out of sight of the Helghan soldiers so they can’t see them all being really there.
They had gone to the stores and looked around for anything, ‘’Is there anyone like us here?’’ Mugman asked to his brother, ‘’I’m not sure Mugs,’’ Cuphead began ‘’If there are different people that we’ve never encountered before then there’s nothing we can handle.’’
‘’And about those zombies… if they were dead and try to kill us, then I am sure we can be handle this if things go wrong.’’ Mugman said to his brother, ‘’if there are anyone trying to survive out there, we’ll find them.’’ Cuphead said as he looked around.
They were walking around for about 2 hours till they found the food and water. They were about to head back until they heard voices, thirteen voices from far, 12 of them males and one muffed by some kind of a gas mask.
They wondered on who they are and decided to check them out but with caution, they crawled down on the the dusty ground and made their way to the cliff as their viewing point.
When they got to the cliff and looked down, the two cup brothers saw the most unusual thing they had ever saw in their lives.
There are a crew of 13 men but one of them, they can’t make out if the one in the gas mask is a male or a female.
There are two Germans, one in the a leather vest with blood vials wrapped around his chest, he had green-blue eyes and dark black hair that is crown-chopped, with a cut on his cheek under his left eye and was wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a leather vest with straps that seemed too tight around his chest with one of them had vials of blood with numbers labeled on them, blackish blue pants with red lines going down to his strapped boots, he had a pouched on his side of waist with a some type of pumping device attached in it. who is talking to what appears to be a field medic but wears a doctor’s coat with medical emblem on each sleeves and wore glasses over his blue eyes and he had a strange-looking backpack-like device on his his back. They can tell they are Germans because of their language and it reminded the two brothers of Werner Werman who happened to be a literal rat.
Then there are two Russians, one had a mustache and a beard, ocean blue eyes, wearing a bulletproof chest plate and a pilot helmet with goggles while other is a giant bald man with a Bavcon, belt of bullets going across his chest and wears a red t-shirt with a vest going over it, also talking in their language.
Four more men are Americans, one of them has a brown hair, sky blue eyes and a mustache, brown jacket, t-shirt, yellowish green pants and wore gloves with weird transmission device on his wrist,
other one is a man that appears to be a soldier with a helmet nearly covering his eyes, with a red jacket with rocket emblems on each sleeves like the medic had,
same thing goes to the other one that is a Texan with the wrench emblems like the previous two, he has a construction helmet that is backwards and wears goggles that hardy revealed his eyes, wore a shirt and overalls with one glove on right hand and the last one in their group is a young man with a cap with an headset, he had sky blue eyes like the first one but unlike him, he had a backpack with a strap across his chest as he had his hands had been bandaged and had pants with socks and shoes, he had red shirt with sleeves rolled up to his shoulders and had buck teeth. He looked like a baseball player.
One of them is Asian with green shirt but with the sleeves ripped off and with the goggles around his neck as his hands are bandaged like the other and he has a katana sword by his side, he had brown eyes and his coal black hair had tied into a bun, like the american and Russian, had mustache and short beard.
He appears to be avoiding the other man sharpening his kukri, that’s taller than him as he wore a hat with one end bended up and sunglasses, red button-up shirt with emblems like the others and the vest with bullets in the vest’s upper pocket, rifle case on his back with a sniper rifle in it, grayish-green pants and shoes. He is muttering something under his breath as he continued on sharpening his weapon while avoiding the Asian as well as they sat against the old rusted truck.
Other man is wearing some kind of a mask that only revealed his evening sky blue eyes, eyebrows and his mouth, wearing the sharp suit, black gloves and shoes. He is smoking a cigarette as he seemed to be busy.
The next man is black african with an eye patch covering his left eye and wore a cotton beanie on his head, he wore some kind of demolitions expert protection clothing/uniform with six pipe bombs on his chest, he still had his good brown eye to make bombs on the nearby wooden wire spool table with a claymore sword on his back.
Last one in the group with the gender is still yet undetermined, they were wearing a gas mask and a red fireproof suit with flare grenades on the strap across their chest with boots and gloves, they just sat down and watch a dead body burn with their legs crossed, seemed to admire the flames.
Most of them are talking among each other while others stood in silence, till one of the group with the sunglasses muttered ‘’Bloody hell, this is strange…’’ in the Australian accent, that caught the Asian's attention as he turned to face him.
‘’What do you mean Sniper?’’ the Asian in a Japanese accent said, ‘’I’d expected there would be people here in this bloody backwater town but no one’s here.’’ now named Australian answered, ‘’There’s no one here, no sounds of the city nor cars but only things that are here: are a bloody army from outer space and walking dead wankers with no life here mate, I am not sure if this is the world we knew anymore Takeo.’’
‘’I know Sniper,’’ now named Takeo said looking down at the ground, ‘’But I am from mine and now, somehow in fate, we end up here by an unknown force.’’
‘’Yeah yeah…’’ Sniper muttered as he stopped sharpening his kurki then looked at him,
‘’You know, it’s not the first time I have ever been to other world nor timeline,’’ Sniper stated, ‘’We were like you wankers, but it was in the bloody medieval times and there wasn’t like ours when Soldier had angered a wizard. Demoman was the one that helped us win against the BLUs in Degroot Keep castle. Now we both it’s now different than that, expect this time there’s no bloody wizard…’’
Takeo nodded as he understood this situation they were in, then looked over to the figure who is staring at the fire, very focus in fact, as he asked ‘’Your friend is very strange, do they?’’.
‘’Ya mean Pyro?’’ Sniper said as he looked the gas-masked figure, ‘’Yeah they are mate, we wish we knew why they like the fire so much. I guess they just like burning anything they could find on the ground.’’
‘’True but we both know that it’s your team’s responsibility to watch them,’’ Takeo stricted to the tall Australian, ‘’To watch them to make sure they don’t accidentally burn someone in their way unless it’s an enemy.’’
‘’Yes we know, Pyro is our pyro and our responsibility for this.’’ Sniper said as the German with emerald green eyes looked in their way.
‘’Is your Pyro always like zhis?’’ he asked, ‘’Of course zhey are, Herr Richtofen.’’ the one in the doctor’s coat answered. ‘’Vell, at least we still had time for zhis. Do remind me again, vho are ve going to rescue from zhe other vorldly soldiers?’’ Richtofen asked.
‘’Zhe fräulein named Mrs. Pauling, she vas zhe one vho hired us und now coming to her rescue as any mercenary vould do.’’ the doctor answered, ‘’Ah yes, now I remember Medic but still; I cant believe zhat zhis is happening.’’ Richtofen said, Medic nodded.
‘’Well, we are all in this whole mess of f****ups together,’’ The man in the suit said in a french accent ‘’But I can’t believe that we all managed to survive this long without one of our own dying from a zombie or the enemy we’re up against. Even the ones who are from different timelines.’’ as that sentence caught the man in the jacket’s attention as he turned to look at him.
‘’Better watch your mouth there Spy.’’ he said, ‘’Keep talking like that would get you even more trouble than that.’’
‘’Tank, come on man! We’re already gotten into even more trouble than that! With soldiers and zombies runnin’ around, we’re all going to die out there for sure!’’ Other in the cap said till one in the helmet yelled ‘’Don’t you dare to lose faith in everything Private! We are going to survive this war!’’
‘’Yeah, like you know what it was.’’ he said as he grinned like it’s no big deal but in reality it was.
‘’Boys, arguing isn’t gonna get us anywhere and if they come waltzing here, it’s just gonna keep happening and happening.’’ the one in the hard hat said in a Texan accent.
‘’Little Engineer is right about it.’’ the giant Russian said, ‘’Arguing is for babies, working together is now full time job if we are going to survive problem.’’
‘’I agree with Heavy, there is no point to argue.’’ The other Russian said with a strict yet concerned look on his face, Tank and Spy looked at each other for a minute before turning their glazes away from each other.
Boris, Cuphead, Mugman and Frisk are all up on the cliff, just listening to what was going on from above. Different world? Are they really been taken from theirs and then brought there?
That explains the town had been abandoned for quite long time but can something else explain the reason they were here?
As for the 13 men we had met, I know what you were wondering the same thought how they met, let’s do a flashback thing, will we?
#All-Stars Battle Royale#All-Stars -Story Mode-#Cuphead: Don't Deal With The Devil#Bendy and The Ink Machine#Undertale#Call of Duty Zombies#Team Fortress 2#Kill Zone#Helghan Soldiers (Mentioned Only)#Bendy#Boris#Cuphead#Mugman#Frisk#Tank Dempsey#Edward Richtofen#Nikolai Belinski#Takeo Masaki#Scout#Soldier#Pyro#Demoman#Heavy#Engineer#Spy#Sniper#Medic#Build Our Machine#Will Ryan#[EDITED]
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Rules for mobile users
[[here’s a google doc for the updated list of rules, applicable for all my blogs]]
anything under this cut is from my outdated rules.
[rules updated: 07/28/2019]
–STUFF YOU SHOULD DO–
• No godmodding. No sending (implied or explicit) homophobic/transphobic/bigoted messages to me or my character either.
• Please don’t over-pester me for replies. I promise I’ll get to them. Feel free to drop me a reminder after at least a week of no replies, though. In return, I usually give you a week too, unless otherwise specified in your own rules, until I remind you if it’s your turn to reply (or more often, I chicken out and trust that you’ll eventually respond/want to drop it and end up never bringing up that particular thread ever again). You’re always free to start multiple threads with me, that is greatly encouraged because I love having lots of threads with people.
• If you start getting bored with the roleplay, feel free to drop it and/or end it. We can always start up another thread in the future.
• However, please let me know if you want to drop a roleplay thread! It can give me major anxiety when I’m waiting for a response that’s never going to come, and I wonder if I did something wrong and assume that’s why you’re not replying anymore :’) I’m not forcing you to let me know if you want to drop a thread, you can drop it without saying anything too. But I personally really appreciate being told about that sort of thing.
• Don’t reblog a thread you’re not part of. This should go without being said, of course. Personals will be hardblocked immediately, rp blogs will receive a warning.
• If you can trim your threads, please do! It’s fine if you can’t, though, because I will most likely trim the thread for you. If you don’t trim threads with other people, however, I’ll be less likely to follow you since I don’t like scrolling through long posts.
• Please don’t claim any of my art as your own. If you post it somewhere, the least you can do is credit me by at least including a link to my blog or something. Bonus points if you ask me first before reposting my art, but I understand if you’re anxious because so am I :’)
• If any of your art is featured on my blog, as an icon or something and you don’t want me to use your art, please tell me!!! Message me privately or contact me in some way and please let me know that you want your art taken down. As a fellow artist, I understand wanting other people to not use your art (although I am personally fine with it as long as proper credit is given,) but if you’re more strict about it than I am, that’s totally okay too! Just let me know, and I’ll stop using your art immediately, will delete all icons I have of your art, as well as delete every single instance of your art being used on this blog.
• That being said, if you’re following me, please let me know if I’m doing something that’s making you uncomfortable or is breaking one of your rules!! I do read the rules pages of everyone, but I’m human and forget things, and I’m not a mind reader either ;~; I care, so please tell me if I’m ever doing anything bad
• You can reply to any of my open starters at any time! Even if they’re a year old! Even if other people have already replied to it! My open starters are open for a reason, and we don’t have to be mutuals for you to reply to them either :’)
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–STUFF YOU SHOULD KEEP IN MIND–
• I am of age to do smut, but Kris is a minor so that is a no for this blog! There will occasionally be sex jokes, but that’s about it. No explicit smut in this house.
• This blog is not a spoiler-free one. I will not tag roleplays with spoilers, but anything else will be tagged with Deltarune Spoilers
• I’m alright with roleplaying nsfw in general, minus smut. Gore, violence, and generally dark roleplays are cool with me. I love angsty things just as much as I love fluff ;w; Speaking of gore, you’re more than welcome to fight/harm/injure my muse to any extent! You don’t even have to ask! Come in and fight this gremlin tbh! If you want to do a rp where they die, however, please dm me first.
• I prefer not to roleplay with personals, unless you are someone I know from school or something like that. Personals in general are allowed to follow me too! However! Personals are not allowed to reblog roleplays, in character posts, or ooc posts especially if I say in the tags that I’m going to delete the post later. Only things that are tagged with my “online reblogs” or “musings” or "art tag" tags are okay to reblog. Headcanon posts are not okay to reblog unless I say otherwise.
• Like spamming is okay! I very occasionally lose roleplays, and getting lots of notes from likes are never a factor for that, for me personally. If I lose a roleplay, it’s mostly just because I forgot, so that’s really a “me” thing. I’m usually very good at keeping track of who I’m roleplaying with and how many ongoing threads I have, and I reply pretty consistently, so just remind me if I haven’t responded after five or more days (as stated in one of the above rules)! And I like it when people like my posts! It lets me know that you like my blog and the stuff I post, and it makes me happy :’)
• If you are an OC, I will assume our muses have never met unless you plan ahead with me what their relationship is like.
• That being said, characters who have already interacted in canon will know each other. Unless the roleplay takes place in a different point of time and we are staging their first meeting, of course.
• Kris will be pretty meta sometimes. They are aware of who Players are (they're definitely not fond of them other than the few good players they've met), and they know they live in the game world, and are aware of alternate universes and things of that nature.
• Kris is nonbinary on this blog. Although, I don’t care if you refer to them as a boy or a girl (Kris personally will care if you refer to them as a girl though, because they usually Don’t like that). Their order of preference for pronouns is they/he/she, although they will definitely like you more if you use exclusively they/them pronouns. I respect all headcanons about Kris’ gender, and same goes for any Frisks and Charas. If you play a KFC kid, gendered or not, I will use the pronouns they want used, and I do hope that you use they/them pronouns for my Kris. I personally will default to using they/them for other Krises, Frisks, and Charas unless specified on your blog. No discourse about this, please.
• Doubles are welcome to interact too! Of course they are, considering the Kris Squad. I’m also cool with interacting with and following multiple blogs who portray the same character other than Krises as well!
• This blog will not have mains. However, the only “main” they really have is the Berdly over at @berdbrainx. That Berdly originates in their timeline in the “main verse.” Other than him, they will not have any specific version of a muse that they’ll talk about in threads, unless the thread is specifically about that one muse for some reason. For Deltarune non-Kris blogs, they will typically be the Kris in your universe unless you already have a Kris main or you talk about it with me beforehand. Doubles of Kris will be treated as alternates. In their “main verse” in spontaneous roleplays/asks/replies to in-character posts (online roleplays), they reside in their own separate timeline. It’s a classic timeline that doesn’t have any other muses in it, so they don’t have a specific blog’s Susie, or Noelle, or other character that is from their own timeline. So they will treat your muse as if they are an alternate of their own timeline’s counterpart of them.
• I’m pretty lenient with short replies. Don’t feel pressured to match the length if my reply gets long! Multi-para (usually 2-5 paragraphs) is my go-to for roleplays, so I usually do long replies by default.
• Adding onto that, I honestly don’t mind one-liners. Of course, in crack/online roleplays it’s fine but I’m okay with it in serious roleplays too. I prefer it if you don’t give me one-liners, but hey, as long as I’m still having fun with the roleplay anyway, it’s cool with me! I understand not being able to think of anything to write, so just as long as you don’t give me one or two words as your reply like ‘He smiled.’ or ’*laughs*’, I’ll be cool with it. Put at least some effort even if you’re only gonna give me one sentence, otherwise I’ll drop the rp once it becomes a repeat offense.
• I will not change the formatting of my roleplays to fit yours. I’m comfortable with sticking to only paragraph style roleplays, thank you very much. Feel free to keep formatting your own posts though, because I think formatting looks really cool! I just don’t want to format my posts, however. I will not go all out with formatting my own posts with all that cool ‘small text’, and indents, and bolding and all that. The most I ever do with my formatting is italics for emphasis on certain words, and using icons.
• I tend to move roleplays from asks onto its own post. If I send you an ask meme and you answer it, I'll respond by making a new post, tagging you, and linking to your reply. Until formatting on asks are fixed, I will answer any asks sent to me in a new text post rather than asks.
• I accept any sort of asks! If they aren’t answered after a while, either I don’t know how to answer it or I might be drawing it out and I am a very slow artist- Sorry-
• Feel free to tag me in any of those tagging memes! I don’t mind and I think they’re pretty fun to do! ^^
• Adding onto the above rule, you’re more than welcome to send me those chain asks like “send this to 10 roleplayers you think are really great!” because it’s super duper nice that you would think to send one to me! But don’t expect me to send them to other people, because I won’t :’) my anxiety won’t let me, so I’m sorry-
• If I follow you, that means I’ve already read all of your rules. I might not send the codephrase, though, because most of the time I get very anxious over having to send things like that. I’m very sorry–! But if I follow you then chances are that I have definitely read them before following- If you choose not to trust me on this, I understand.
• I generally follow every rp blog that follows me, but I might not follow some people back for a few reasons. Some might be for the type of content you post on your blog, but I am still non-selective! I will roleplay with anyone who asks (unless you wanna rp gross things or you’re a mean person,,,, like your muse can be as much of a dick as you want, that’s no problem but don’t be gross to other people as yourself) and if I do roleplay with you, I will be more likely to follow you as well.
• Adding onto the above rule, however, please respect that it’s nothing personal if I ever unfollow you either! It’s not that I hate you or anything, but if you haven’t followed me back and you’re a private rp blog, or if we’re mutuals but never really roleplay, our muses just don’t click, you spam stuff that I don’t want to see on my dash, or you’ve become inactive for years and/or don’t interact with me anymore, there’s nothing wrong with that! We can still be friends but I prefer to have all the people I follow be potential rp partners. Feel free to follow me on my personal, @briightskies, if you still wanna keep in touch but not rp :’)
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–ABOUT THIS BLOG–
• This blog is OC, multiverse, and crossover friendly! I love OCs and have many of my own tbh, you’re all more than welcome to come rp with me!!
• I’ll also rp with fandoms I’m not into either, as long as you have a good about section for your character, which also indicates how you portray them (any headcanons or AUs you have that aren’t canon, or whether you portray them as canonly as possible, unless they’re OCs of course since a regular about page is a given) and I’ll probably look up other things about that fandom in its wiki if I don’t know what something is anyway.
• This blog is multiship! So any relationships my muse is involved in, are in different timelines unless specified. Poly relationships aren’t bad though, just saying. I ship pretty much anything unless it’s incest or if they’re children paired with someone a lot older. Selfcest is fine too. Because Kris is a minor, they won’t really get intimate with their partners, but romantic stuff is a-okay.
• I also only ship with chemistry. My muses need to get to know yours first, so don’t get disappointed if they only see you as a friend/acquaintance at first and has no intention of pursuing a romantic relationship with your muse. Give my muse reasons to care about your muse and let the feelings develop naturally, and don’t ever force your muse on mine. Unless it’s to mess with them, or whatever other reason. Unrequited stuff is absolutely okay with me too!
• I will tag common triggers and such, but don’t be afraid to tell me if you have something you want me to tag! I promise I’ll remember to tag it from then on. I do not have any known triggers myself. Any trigger warning tags will be written as “tw; ____” with a semi-colon, not a colon. If I feel like something should be tagged as a trigger but I’m not sure what to tag it exactly, I’ll just tag it as “tw” as a sort of catch-all tag.
| Requested tagged triggers:
tw; gore
tw; contagious diseases
tw; self harm
tw; child abuse
tw; spiders
tw; blood
tw; homestuck
tw; fnaf
tw; drugs
tw; smoking
tw; alcohol
tw; needles
• I will only talk through the IM system ooc. If you send me a message through there, I will not respond with ooc brackets ((these things)) because I will automatically assume you know that you’re talking to the mun. I do not do roleplays on there.
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Thank you for reading this really long list of rules! It means a lot if you did!
There’s no password, because I’m also anxious with those for other people’s blogs as I said above. But if you would like to interact with me, you can shoot me an ask directed to my muse, or like one of my starter call posts at any time (also feel free to re-like those posts so I can make another starter for you at any time!) for me to write you a starter!
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how tf do you come up with so many amazing AUs? Don't you ever get plots/charas confused between one and another?
Here’s the trick to Aus: there is no box.
Now that’s not to say I don’t get tripped up (cross-generational things are a little harder for me then others!) but at the base of the concept the question is not “what can’t I do” its “how would x change my character?”
I’m a VERY character focused rper and writer. I like plots, don’t get me wrong, but when you get down to it what I care about is : how does this FEEL.
How does it FEEL in the characters head when they’re thrown into a curious world of werewolves? How does it FEEL when they are part of the fae verses canon? What life is this?
Many aspects of characterization stay the same but some things change—and how fascinating is that? I want to know how it feels, how it changes them, and to stretch beyond that to see what other players thing: if I take away the statute of secrecy, or if I make kids turning into monsters common what does that mean for YOUR character?
So there is no box, there is only an endless sandbox which I can take parts of later to do things with alone but i can also share.
Which I suppose is a secondary important thing to note: while not all of my verses are shareable (or they are more difficult to share) I often DO make verses shareable. Peacocks and Pretty Hens is shareable—that means that if Seamus interacts with Hermione, he might very well go tell Draco about it. Its a shared universe.
Others, like a generic 6th or 7th year verse? More likely to be a one off. Seamus might flirt with Draco but that has no barring on a para with Ginny unless all players start interacting at the same time and seem to agree it IS the same universe.
Most of this is unspoken but safe to say—unless its something as distinct as a major au like Peacocks, each character who gets an x or y year is in a unique universe. Certain characters I play are …well, lets be generous and say flirtatious! But unless its a ‘no stringes’ situation he’s not going to just be sniffing around everyone in a single verse.
This also goes for duplicate characters—I am happy to R.P. with doubles of my characters (yo twin verse) and also doubles of OTHERS characters. I do not do exclusive. Just send me a meme and let me know what you’re into. I will be THRILLED to make something up, and try again if the first doesn’t work for you.
Wow that was a bit TLDR wasn’t it?
Okay Plots and Characters
Plots—yes, sometimes I have. But most of the time I catch myself (so its rare). Alternatively, I go to a partner and say “x and y can be connected, can I?” Which is not the same but feels the same to me.
Characters —generally no. Regulus has a completely different feeling writing wise then Seamus does. Alphard is a bit of both (but also still different)… Andromeda i’m still figuring out. I also can’t say for certain but i think they might sound different in writing, too, to other people? In any case, how Regulus responds to stimuli and how Seamus does (for example) are vastly different even if i would say in various verses BOTH experience anxiety. The trick is they experience anxiety (or other emotions!) and respond DIFFERENTLY!
Also, I am none of my characters, and thank god for that. So that also helps keep them separated.
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( updated rules + mun 06.09.18 )
——MEET THE MUN ;
O1. heyo , my name is qonout ( she/her )
O2. i’m 15 years of age ( my bday is 12/17 )
O3. I’m a sophomore as of last Thursday ( O6.O7.18 )
O4. i have 3+ years of roleplay experience :)
O5. i am literate && sometimes i write more than i wish to.
O6. i’m an extremely positive person so ,, please let’s all be nice to each other here. if you ever need to talk to someone , PLEASE COME TO ME. i will help you with anything :)
O7. i am EST time zone ,, PA
O8. one more thing ; i have severe depression && anxiety. those things can affect the way i am sometimes so please don’t take it the wrong way.
O9. heads up ; these are a little lengthy and make me seem like an asshole but im not i swear.
—— RULES ;
O1. SELECTIVE ; my blog is selective and i will ONLY roleplay with mutuals. it’s nothing personal ,, just for the sake of my anxiety.
O2. FOLLOWING ; since i am private ,, i am picky with who i follow. it’s really just for the sake of my sanity. i have sever anxiety && so that does come into play with following.
O3. CROSS-OVERS ; i am most definitely cross over friendly but i can be a little selective about it! OC’s ,, i am also OC friendly but like i said ,, it depends on the cross over.
O4. NSFW & TRIGGERS ; anything nsfw ( other than possible blood , gore , darkness etc ) will not be on my blog. i know most of the rpc is older than 18 but as long as you tag your posts ,, we’ll be all good :) now as for triggers ,, i have suffered through a lot in my life. && sometimes i still do. if you’re reading this && could kindly tag these triggers it’d be greatly appreciated.
* rape
* suicide
( or anything relating to suicide )
O4. PATIENCE ; i am begging you to be patient with me. as school is starting up again ,, and me tending to hermit away into my bedroom ,, i still have a life. i still have friends && family. im extremely close to my mom so i am often bonding with her 95% of the time. so if i don’t reply to you right away ,, it’s most likely some of the reasons above. or because im just not feeling the muse okay?
O5. WRITING & FORMATTING ; i tend to write ,, a lot. sometimes i can write 5-6 paragraphs or more. sometimes less. it depends if im feeling it. i often have to visually imagine the setting, who, what, where, when, how, & so forth. my grammar is pretty good && so is my vocabulary. i often like to expand it so every now & then you’ll see me using a variety of text. i do format my writing a certain way. i will put some words in all caps ,, quotations , parentheses & so forth. i don’t always resize my text but when i do it’s probably just <small></small> ,, never anything below that. you don’t have to format your text a certain way ,, but that’s just how i do it :)
O6. GRAMMAR; i don’t feel as if i need to put this here but we should mostly have an idea that decent grammar should come into play. as long as i understand you ,, it really doesn’t matter. if you misspell a couple words im not going to hold it against you. && for those who’s english isn’t their first language ; YOU GUYS ARE AMAZEBALLS ! i would always love to write with you. && don’t worry about grammar that much :) i’ll understand. ++ english also isn’t my first language ?? i grew up speaking arabic but learned english so i understand.
O7. GOD-MOD ; just simply don’t do it. i write cheryl the way she NEEDS to be written. unless we’ve discussed that your chara has certain abilities that can detect the way she’s thinking/feeling , don’t claim you do. it is MY cheryl && i love her ,, don’t try changing her.
O8. NO TOLERANCE ; no tolerance for hate speech, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, racism & so forth. it’s just not gonna happen on my blog. as for call out culture ,, no offense but if you’re doing anything wrong ( as some of the things above ) I WILL SAY SOMETHING !! maybe not in the open but i will privately talk to you about it.
O9. DECLINING ROLEPLAYS ; listen ,, my fandoms are limited && so is my knowledge. so if i turn down your rp for that reason ,, don’t take it personal. i may also decline a roleplay because im either just not feeling it or i just don’t see it! it’s nothing personal bby. we can always try some other time.
1O. SHIPS ; oh my god ,, say hello the biggest ship whore on the planet. HOWEVER , cheryl doesn’t trust easy. she has went through a lot of traumas in her life that would be extremely hard to come back from. chem is key ! let’s build something beautiful <3
11. MEMES ; send all the memes. i promise you ,, ill be beyond happy about it. don’t think that i won’t. if you want to turn memes into threads , please make a separate post for it !! i don’t want to clutter up anyone’s dash.
12. EXCLUSIVES / MAINS ; if you’re down for mains , just hit me up ! HOWEVER ,, exclusives are v selective. it’s gonna take a lot for you to become an exclusive to me. or i may not even do it. we’ll see.
13. PLOTTING ; please! plot with me! i will most likely be down for it. but always come to me with an IDEA before approaching ?? it’s either that or we can brain storm. if you’re solid about your plot ,, throw it at my face. if you wanna brain storm ,, let’s do it. we can also turn a simple one line into something. even AU’s
14.VERSES; i do have multiple verses that are in the works. i have a solid teen wolf verse && I PROMISE ,, more are to come. the tw verse is also flexible. i mostly keep cheryl the way she is in different crossovers. ( twilight , tvd/to , & others ). i am compliant either way and we can most certainly work something out
15. VISUALS ; all icons are made by MOI , screencaps vary from screencapped.net & thetvshows.us. feel free to use icons && gifs ,, just nothing too big please? my icons are 100x100. && cut your posts please !!
16. that is all !! sorry if my rules are a lot ,, it’s just super important if you read all these.
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[SAVE_17](LAST ONE)
[PREVIOUS POST]
[Chara “Red”]
Red pockets the phone, before noting the other 'FRISK's confusion.
✦ I think DT and I will be departing fairly soon for some surgery prep. We're aids after all and assistance. I'm sure Miss Cookie will get you taken care of, Frisk. Naturally you're welcome to hang about here with us any time.
She turns to DT, showing them the message on the phone. The two of them well versed in WINGDINGS as a secondary language.
[SUBJECT BOUND IS AWAITING FURTHER SPECIFICATIONS. SUBJECT 'B.Z. FRISK' HAS PRIORITY IN TERMS OF SURGICAL PROCEDURES. THEIR CORRUPTION MUST BE EXPUNGED QUICKLY AND DECISIVELY.]
[Frisk “DT”]
DT looks at the messages and frowns, nodding back towards Red, then to Frisk.
* Hey.
* It's almost time for us to get you ready for your procedure, Frisk.
* How are you feeling, pal?
[Sans “BZ”]
Sans doesn't hide his concern, but nods after a few moments slowly.
* ..man, just gonna get right into it huh? i guess it's better than waiting and stressing out about it. mind if i come along to the theater with them? ..is that alright with you too, frisk?
[Frisk “The Sovereign”]
* Uh....
Glancing back and forth from DT to Sans, it seemed like they were incredibly uncomfortable.
* I... Would.... Actually rather have you there. I know 'DT' but everyone else is still a stranger to me. Having at least one being I know makes this less scary.
[Sans “BZ”]
* alright. well, does the old man have any qualms with me in his personal bubble? heh.
A pointed look is given to DT. The meaning is clear in that he wants to be firm... But ultimately his tone and demeanor is polite. It was an earnest request bordering on favor if anything.
[Frisk “DT”]
There's a knowing smile from the child.
* And here we were wondering if we'd have to invite you in, Sans.
* We'll be in there too, serving as assistants and medical students.
* The Doctor's using the theater specifically to teach the followers about the nature of the Corruption, and what to look out for when inspecting someone's code.
* So, Frisk, you're going to be in good hands.
* Quite literally, seeing as all three of us will be there!
* Cookie, however, shouldn't be allowed in for fear of second-hand exposure.
[Sans “BZ”]
* ..yeah, alright. i'll follow you all in then. speaking of exposure though, i should probably get some kinda physical while i'm here too. i haven't really done that since these whole ordeals started.
* hard to believe i've been missing out on catching a 'bug' this long.
[Frisk “DT”]
DT feels their brows furrow, then one raise as they look to Sans.
* I mean... you'd think that you'd have an idea if something was wrong, but...
* We can give you a screening once Frisk is cleared, yeah?
[Sans “BZ”]
Sans idly traces his lower jaw with his right thumb and index finger before gesturing towards the door. He himself was at least curious as to the prospect of being a timebomb but doesn't explore it much further beyond his affirmation.
* yeah, let's go ahead and pencil that in then. examinations and surgery for everybody.
[Frisk “The Sovereign”]
The child would follow the others, giving Sans a look. Certainly if he had corruption everyone would know it. The anomaly would not have allowed him back in the timeline if that was the case. At least not how he was.
* So... Um. How involved is this procedure?
[Red and DT]
Both Red and DT are walking through the corridors now, having a general idea of the layouts of the winding paths before them.
Red eventually turns back to Frisk.
✦ Well, first we're going to have you dressed in a surgical garment - your clothes are going to be sterilized and cleaned for you, too.
* We've got our own dry-cleaners. Pretty cool.
✦ ...right.
✦ Anyways, we're going to need you to sign some paperwork beforehand.
She looks from Frisk to Sans, holding a small electronic tablet.
✦ That'll be for both of you.
✦ The gist of it is that we'll be making copies of your SOULs both prior and following the surgeries.
✦ So, in case something goes wrong, we can reset you to your former self, OR keep track of how your symptoms develop or cede in the coming weeks.
[Frisk “The Sovereign”]
The child looks at the tablet, seeming... A little overwhelmed. They would glance around the group before nodding with a frown. Yes. It made sense but the idea of 'backing up' their SOULs.... Was kind of scary and weird.
[Sans “BZ”]
* usual fears and the ethical implications of cloning aside, yeah. fair enough. i'll sign first then.
The skeleton leans forward and stares at the tablet briefly. He's trying to figure out what it even IS looks like. He's never encountered tech this advanced yet looks like. He then rubs the back of his skull.
* so do you got like, paperwork or something?
[Frisk “The Sovereign”]
The look of confusion was matched with Frisk's own. They... Had never seen anything like this before? It was... Weird?
[Red and DT]
The humans look between one another, and frown.
* Uhh...
* You guys have laser-guided systems, a semi-modular geothermal plant, robots that can house souls and transform, and yet you've never seen a tablet before..?
DT shrugs, and takes the tablet back.
* Alright then. Red, go print off some physical papers, please.
Red rolls her eyes, placing hands on her hips.
✦ I always print things off for you.
✦ Fine, fine.
✦ Just because it'll give you some time with old friends.
✦ Stay right here. Be back soon.
And with that, Red departs.
[Sans “BZ”]
* i think i speak for both of us when i say the heck's a tablet? the technology's probably not so advanced we wouldn't understand it.
Sans winces as he holds up his hands shaking them gently. Learning opportunity was escaping! What was the thing? He needed to know!
* show us how it works, c'mon.
[Frisk “DT”]
The former SOUL of determination casts an almost humorous glance towards his partner, before looking back towards Frisk and Sans.
* Oh..
* It's a computer screen that takes tactile input.
* So touching the screen with your finger acts like a mouse on a computer.
He turns the small tablet around, and uses his finger to swipe from page to page, loading a browser and watching as a keyboard slides up on the screen, with which he types in a shipping and handling website.
[Frisk “The Sovereign”]
The child seemed impressed and shocked. This was so very different and new. Was this what humanity had developed after all this time? They had no idea.
* Woahhh
[Frisk “DT”]
* Kehehe...
* So, basically if I tell you guys that you could read all the paperwork here, and sign your names on the tablet, AND Red is doing all the work printing and stapling your files?
* She's gonna get pissed at me.
* But I'm willing to take a scalpel for that, because it'll be hilarious.
[Sans “BZ”]
* oh geez. as fun as that sounds as far as practical jokes go, you're both still helping us. i know how demanding the old man could be. making their effort irrelevant is pretty inconsiderate all things considered.
* maybe just... let us mess with it?
Sans produces grabby hands. Tentative ones though. He also didn't seem to want to interact with the device for some kind of fear of either breaking it or looking foolish.
[Frisk “DT”]
The human shrugs.
* I still give 'em hell for what we both went through.
* Purely jokingly, of course.
* But, I'm glad that Red's still around.
The tablet is given to Sans. It seems to have a thick protective casing to keep fall damage to a minimum.
[Chara “Red”]
Red comes back with papers in tow as well as w few other items. She needed to print out the run down of the procedure and the 'SAVE' for the SOUL as well as some housing documentation for Them in case any medication needed to be administered, she comes back to note the Skeleton fiddling with the tablet. He doesn't really seem to know what he's doing. That's fine, she pulls out a few pens and the stapled documents for the both of them.
✦ Sorry that took a bit. There was a lot to print off.
✦I hadn't realized that the tablet would be so strange to you, we've had some times to fiddle with them, so it's understandable.
She doesn't seem agitated. More understanding than anything, she shoots a half-glare to DT, however.
✦ Just sign when you're ready. And, you guys can keep fiddling with the tablet, but, soon we'll have to get Frisk ready. But, feel free to mess around with the tablet. It's pretty fun once you get the hang of it. DT and I had fun with it when we first got them.
[Frisk “The Sovereign”]
The child looks over the paperwork as it is handed over, lavender eyes skimming over the contents as their frown deepened. There were a lot of words they didn't understand. But... This was likely for the best considering the whole process would likely terrify them beyond anything else they had experienced.
Taking the pen in their hand, Frisk would quickly signed their name, handing the paperwork back.
[Frisk “DT”]
DT is idly watching Frisk write their name, offering a smile down to their younger self.
Funny, how these things worked out.
* Don't worry, pal.
* The Doc'll take good care of you.
* Hell, he gave us a chance.
[Sans “BZ”]
Sans' turn next, he supposed. The skeleton takes the paperwork and looks it over briefly before shrugging and going to sign away. He wasn't quite sure what this formality protected exactly given the kind of power his father actually wielded.
He appreciated the effort though for its sake and the 'normalcy' such a procedure provided.
[Chara “Red”]
Red takes the papers back and briefly skims over them. The Red's eyes briefly falls on the warning there and she nods. That's all she really needed. Alright. It was about time they prepped for Surgery, right? Red turns to DT with a sharp nod then back to 'Frisk'.
✦ You'll be fine, Frisk. Don't you worry.
✦ ....
✦ Er— We should explain safety protocol and get them dressed for surgery. — Uhm, BZ, was it? You'll be escorted by me to the shadowing room where you'll get to keep an eye out for Frisk. DT will escort Frisk to the surgery hall and get them sterilized and then I'll be heading to do the surgery with the Doctor with DT.
She looks to them both, awaiting DT to join her to explain the procedure.
[Frisk “DT”]
The other human stands by their partner, placing their hands on their hips and beaming at the two outsiders.
* Alright, all formalities aside, it's time for us to discuss the procedure!
* Frisk, there is going to be an incision made just under your ribs, that will deal exactly one HP of damage!
* Which, you may or may not know, triggers an instinctual response from your SOUL that starts a FIGHT.
* The Doctor will sedate you quickly, using the FIGHT to expose your SOUL.
* From there, he'll be using green magic to help heal you with every 'attack', accessing the SOUL proper.
* Safety precautions have all non-essential personnel positioned at least fifty feet away from the operating table.
* Luckily, Red and I are considered 'essential' here. We'll be at the table with you along with some other shadows.
[Chara “Red”]
✦ We'll most likely be speaking with you throughout the procedure to make sure you're alright. Until you're out.
✦ We'll also be here to make sure you're alright. We'll be the only ones on the floor as well as one other who is an assistant to us and the Doctor.
✦BZ will be in the room right overhead making sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.
✦ I believe our assistant today is... Mina. Mina Xi. She's just hear in terms of monitoring and notes for back logging. She's like a stenographer for the procedure. This way we can keep an active 'DEBUG.LOG' of everything that's going on so that we can fix you up if something does happen.
✦... Which I highly doubt it will. We're all trained here. ~
[Frisk “The Sovereign”]
*... Is there any chance that you, or anyone else might be harmed when my SOUL is pulled into the FIGHT?
Frisk seemed to frown at the idea, clearly nervous.
* With the corruption, and the amount of LV I gained in the last timeline... I don't want any of you to be accidentally harmed in any way.
[Frisk “DT”]
DT chuckles a bit.
* Nah, it'll be a 1-on-1 FIGHT between you and the Doc.
* If anything, between the sedation and his 'attacks', you'll feel more floaty than anything.
[Chara “Red”]
✦ ...No. There is no chance of anyone being harmed. The doctor has dealt with a SOUL far more swelled with LOVE than yours.
✦ .... You and everyone else here will be safe.
[Frisk “The Sovereign”]
*... If you say so.
Frisk didn't want to doubt the others. Really they didn't. But that nagging, awful voice in the back of their head, the one that had only enhanced the power of 'chara' when they were still around, it warned them that they were a threat.
And though Sans might be acting nice now, all it would take is one mistake for him to hate them again.
The nerves showed clearly in their expression before they nodded.
* L-Let's get this over with, please.
[Frisk “DT”]
A hand is outstretched towards Frisk, and DT offers a friendly smile.
* Yeah. The sooner we get it over with, the sooner you guys can get back to something called 'normalcy', right?
[Chara “Red”]
Red offers a smile of her own.. it's tired, yet kind all the same. As a CHARA themselves, they could more than relate to Frisk's nervousness. They could see the nerves written on their expression.
✦ ..Afterwhich we should probably get you guys some relaxation and good food afterwards, yeah?
#IC#UNDERVEIL#Web of Thorns#RPNow#Backlog#ask-thehuman#rcdacted#spiderspeaks#This should be the last one#We are caught up at last!#Frisk and Sans are available for questioning now while all this pans out
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Laughter and exchanging of words filled the bedroom as the younglings were chatting up a storm. It’s not often that they would have a pleasant conversation like this, even though they met every school day at the cafeteria.
It was a shame that Hope and Faith couldn’t come—Frisk would’ve loved to have them here. It didn’t quite feel complete without them as they were the only ones missing in their circle of close friends (and family). Oh well. At least Arcadia was here, and even Floreska looked happy being cradled in Frisk’s arms!
“She’s so adorable,” Frisk whispered. They tickled her cheeks which obviously caused her to giggle.
Arcadia, being seated down next to Frisk, was leaning closer to see just how cute the toddler was acting. She looked at Frisk and asked, “So who’s her mother? I know Flowey is the dad and I’ve seen him here, but I haven’t seen any other Boss Monster here. Is she like someplace else?”
That question stumped Frisk. They never actually bothered to ask anyone that; they just accepted the addition of Floreska to the family without question. Who was her mother?
“I don’t actually know.” Frisk looked away from the baby—as hard as it was to avoid her cuteness—and they glanced at each and every one of them, figuring out who was best to ask first. They eventually locked eyes with Asriel. He spent the most time with him; surely he must know, right?
But before they could ask their question, the parent himself, Flowey, entered. Perfect! Now they could get a straight answer.
“Flowey!” they called with a smile. “I have a quest–” They cut themselves off when the Boss Monster marched through the room toward Asriel. They gasped when he proceeded to forcefully grab him by the collar and lifted him up from his bed to his eye level.
“What do you want, Flowey? Is it getting too late for you that you’re starting to get cranky?” asked Asriel with a snarl.
“I know you gave me that. If you expected me to be happy, then you’re dead wrong.”
Asrie tightened his grip on Flowey’s arms as he did the same to his sweater. “What the hell are talking about? I didn’t give you anything!”
“Really now? You didn’t give me that SOUL?” Flowey pulled him closer. “I know how much you love the idea of me with a soul. So why wouldn’t you get that pathetic scientist to make an Artificial SOUL for me?”
Asriel teleported behind Flowey, but the tail of the livid monster wrapped around and pulled his leg as if he knew his next move. This caused him to trip and fall forward, landing on his face. He couldn’t react on time, and that cost his nose on his small snout to start bleeding.
Everyone else was shocked at this exchange—everyone but Chara was afraid. She was furious more than anything to see her brother get hurt like this, and for absolutely no reason.
Seeing him conjure a blade, she called him with solemn voice: “Flowey. Stop this.” As he stopped to look at her, she took a deep breath and sighed. “I had the idea of giving you a SOUL, not Asriel.”
Frisk, now standing up, stayed as she watched Arcadia carry Floreska with the twins cautiously leave the room alongside her. Flowey didn’t seem to intend on hurting them as they managed to slip by him unscathed.
Flowey stared at Chara. His hand that was wielding the magic-based sword was shaking a little, and his breathing turned a little funny. “W… why?” He asked. “In what world do you think that that would be a wonderful idea?”
“Look, I’m not well-versed with your needs and desires, but I am certain that you’d be happier with a SOUL. Think about it: would you rather be forever soulless and having to rely on chocolate shakes for the rest of your life?” Chara wiped the viscous black liquid from her rosy cheeks.
Flowey continued to stare into Chara’s eyes. His grip on the swords handle tightened, and his face represented mixed feelings.
Asriel had sat up a moment ago, and he was now leaning against the wall. He rubbed his snout and wiped the small bit of blood, getting more on the sleeve of his sweater. A small, weak fireball rested on his left hand while he glared up at the other Boss Monster. He didn’t throw it just yet, but his arm tensed up in preparation.
“Y-you…” A crazed smile on Flowey’s face as he laughed for a moment. “You really are an idiot, aren’t you?” He then gritted his teeth, a few tears running down his furry cheeks. “And I thought I was stupid, Chara.”
Frisk’s eyes opened widely as they saw Flowey preparing a swing. The could their chest pounding even more as their SOUL began beating along with their heart. Time had slowed down for them, a mystical sensation that they hadn’t felt in a long time. But even then, they were also affected by this. They would appear to move normally for everyone else, and this only gave them more time to react.
Taking a step, their physical body faded away as their bright red SOUL took their place. The floating heart zipped toward in front of Chara, and their body reappeared. They immediately pushed the taller human back with a single hand, causing her to stumble back but managing to keep her balance.
Frisk took in a sharp gasp and their eyelids opened up to look at Flowey with their red eyes–as red as the blood that stained the blade and their clothing.
Flowey, who looked intent on murdering Chara and Asriel, now looked confused and regretful. He let go of the sword’s handle, the blade staying with Frisk as it was lodged too deeply in their right shoulder. The magical weapon vanished seconds later, but that only caused more blood to pour out of their large wound.
“Frisk!” yelled Chara and Asriel in unison as the severely injured human collapsed to the side and slid down the wall, spreading the crimson substance along the surface. The Boss Monster scrambled toward them, a green glow taking the place of the fire on his hand.
Frisk’s vision was already blurry at this point, and they could only make out the silhouette of their siblings on either side. They coughed violently, blood beginning to pour out of the corners of their mouth. It stung so much, yet it felt numb at the same time. Their breathing was shallow, and they could barely take in enough air. The familiar voices around them became indistinguishable as they were clouded by the ringing in their ears. Darkness crept up around their vision, and it was only a matter of time before it consumed their entire vision.
They could no longer feel a thing.
#waking dream;{ic}#determined child;{frisk}#a blossoming buttercup;{floreska}#the fluffy prince;{asriel}#blunt knife;{chara}#thorny vines;{flowey}#the prodigy child;{driela}#the original clone;{dryla}#foxx is here;{arcadia}
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SOME WORDS ABOUT STUFF: AKA EVENT AND PLOT-Y THINGS :)
Hey kiddlies!
So I meant to post this a couple days ago but shit got in the wayyyyy, sorry!
Anyway, I just wanted to address a few reminders about the upcoming event and the current state of things in the plot! Since we have a number of newer people now, and Lottie and I want to make sure everyone’s feeling as involved as possible!
So even though there are a couple of characters who are directly involved in the plot in terms of the party, the event itself and the overall plot in verse affects everyone, and we encourage people to feel comfortable getting involved!
So, in terms of the information that’s out there so far concerning the event—though it’s vague and still minimal, it would likely be causing a lot of talk and mutterings—for instance, who planned it? Why are the NWRF letting is slide? How does your character feel about it? Do they think it will be safe, or dangerous, or just the kind of fun the Colony needs? Do they plan on attending? Have their friends bullied them into finding a costume? How do they feel about Halloween? Are they curious to find out more about who’s organizing it?
For these events we encourage everyone to, not only participate, but contribute, if they so wish. We like our members to feel they have say and influence in the rp, as this is a community for all of us! So if you have ideas you want to explore for your character in relation to the plot, don’t be afraid to message us about it and run it by us if you need further guidance!
Also, keep in mind, that plots don’t magically drop into our laps—please don’t be afraid to reach out to your fellow muns and open up a dialogue about plot possibilities. You don’t even have to over-plan if that isn’t your style! (I know it’s not mine!) But think of how the plot drop may affect your character, and reach out to other characters and muns to try to get some threads going! With the event less than a week away, this is a vital opportunity to start threads that /relate/ to the event! So like i mentioned before, is your chara attending, if so, are they dressing up, if so, as what? Are they suspicious of the party? Excited? Unimpressed? Think about it, and get some threads going so you have more foundation to move forward into the event itself!
None of these things are necessary per se, but they are encouraged, and basically, we just want to remind members, new and old, that we are here to support plot ideas and development! So connect with people you haven’t yet, send some muns some messages! Put your best foot forward and reach out because I guarantee no matter who you message, they will be excited to hear from you! We want everyone to feel included and a part of the environment as thoroughly as possible, but we all have to give a little in order for that to be a possibility!
Also, I’d just like to note that this isn’t a post designed to correct anything that’s wrong—quite the opposite, actually! We’re seeing tons of plotting and participating and we’re thrilled by it! But we also just want to do our part in making sure that our newer members who are still getting their characters established, feel supported and a part of the activity! We know sometimes it can be hard to get plots going and the ball rolling, and so let us know if you need anything, or have any questions!
Finally, I would just like to remind people of a couple of things:
tumblr is glitchy: this really isn’t a surprise. ESPECIALLY the phone app, at the moment. So if you have not heard back from someone via ask or instant message, please don’t assume that they are intentionally ignoring you. We’ve had a lot of dropped messages lately, and considering how well we know everyone here, there isn’t a soul on this team who would be that inconsiderate, because that’s not what we’re about. So it’s MUCH more likely that they either just didn’t get the message, or were not been terribly active at the time you sent it and then wound up losing the message or forgetting to reply, etc. Please just reach out again and touch base —you’d be surprised how many times people who you may think are not replying to you, actually thought you didn’t reply to them and they just... didn’t want to harass. We’re all a bunch of overly polite, nervous sacks around here. So yeah. lol.
the activity notices are NOT acceptable ways to track threads: So, this also shouldn’t be news to anyone who’s been on tumblr for a while. The activity tracker has always been shitty, and unreliable as hell. Please do not rely on this to keep track of your threads. Use it when you can, but be sure to check on threads other ways—manually, or with a list you save in your drafts, whatever you want. But at this point it’s unreasonable to rely on activity tracker and assume that’ll do the job because it won’t, and you’ll end up losing threads and people will end up thinking you’ve dropped their chats without talking to them or letting them know, which is rude and annoying and only cliquey rps do that. So just be aware of your threads and do your best! Because honestly? It’s happens to EVERYONE. I lose threads all the time! The best you can do is just keep an eye on what threads you have, and take the time to think about which you had going, and then check those blogs or your blog tag to see who’s turn it was. And if you did miss it, no big deal! Just message the mun and let them know it was an accident, and you want to continue, or you want to drop, if it’s been too long, etc. Communication is key, my friends!
Those are just a few helpful hints/reminders because I know tumblr has been giving us grief lately—so keep in mind that I know these members very well by now, and there’s no one who would ignore you or drop chats intentionally. So if you’re concerned, just reach out and communicate! We’re all family here! Don’t let the stuff getting lost in translation get ya down :)
Okay, that’s all from me, folks! Sorry I wasn’t more eloquent tonight, I’m feeling very scattered but I had to get this note out!
Love ya’ll!
Papa!Mod
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Spiritale chapter 32
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Chapter 32: Undyne and N-N-N-N-NASTABOT
Later in Hotland…
“Hahahah, she did that too?”, Chara asked laughing while walking.
“Yup, messed up the kitchen and eeeverthing else”, You said slowly moving your hand apart.
“Wow they are so alike”
“You don’t know the half of it…oh we’re here”, you said seeing the lab ahead of you and Chara.
“Wow this place is big”, Chara said looking up, “You said Undyne is nice right?”
“That and very nervous, you’ll hear all of stuttering”
“Okay then, let’s do this”, Chara walking inside.
It’s dark, but well-lit by the big screen camera tv. Chara was surprised to see themselves on the screen. You reminded them of the camera you both saw outside the Ruins, Chara was more surprised. But calm about it.
“Oh geez it’s dark in here”, you both heard someone say then turned on the lights, “Alright I just need to get these papers in order then….AH!”, they said- oh snap it’s Undyne! she got spooked when she saw Chara then dropped her papers.
Chara got spooked too, but you, you are SHOCKED! Look at her, she’s ssooo…so pretty~! With her hair in a bun and a hair bang on her left eye, wearing glasses, and that lab coat with that black shirt and blue jeeeans, OMG! Your Undyne was cool, but this one is SO PRETTY~! OMG! You saw Chara help Undyne pick up the papers.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were h-here already…”, Undyne said holding the paper and put her bang behind her…you think fish ears?, “So uh…hi, mmy name is Dr. Undyne and I’m the royal scientist for Queen Toriel”, she introduced leading one of her hands.
“…Hello Undyne, my name is Chara”, Chara introduced shaking her hand.
Aaaw, they’re getting along so well~. That’s good. Undyne tells Chara that they want to help them on their journey through the Underground, this made Chara sssuuuuper happy meeting another monster who won’t fight them. That’s going to end when-
“You see…I made this robot named Napstabot who’s uuh uum a dj and entertainer, but I added a chip in him that…uuuh…h-h-has him kill any human in sight? Hehehe…hehe….”, Undyne said…oh no.
“W-WHAT?!”, Chara shouted in shocked.
“B-b-b-but I can uninstall it!”, Undyne shouted nervously waving her hand back and forth quickly, “I just need to- *BANG* wha? *BANG* that can’t be… *BANG* *BANG* Aw no!”
“*CRASH*…AAAWW YEA!!!” everyone heard the Napstabot say, “Greetings my homies…TO TODAY’S GAME SHOOOW!!!” he shouted.
The spotlight showed a robot that looked just like Mettaton’s old form, but this had a blue hat turned sideways and the squares on him “face” made a blue N. Lights hit the disco balls and bounce from the ceiling and floor, it feel like a party is about it happen.
“Oh man, I just know this is gonna be an awesome show! Every make some noise for our contestaannnt!”, Napstabot shouted then pointed the mic off and puts his other hand on where an ear would be.
A random audience cheers for Chara, wow this is very energetic. You are digging the music that’s playing, sadly Chara is just as nervous as Undyne. You can relate.
“If ya haven’t played before the rules are simple: I’ll make a sweet verse and you try give me a word that rhymes”, Napstabot explains, “I’ll show you the word that needs a rhyme, but if you can’t think of one….YOU DIE!!!”
OH BOY!!! Okay you did NOT except none of this. You know Blooky likes making music, but this…is out of you’re league! You don’t know what to tell Chara. They brought into battle…wow…this music. It really…makes you wanna dance, you can’t help yourself.
“Let’s get down to it!”, Napstabot said moving back and forth to the music, “This is for the Queen, our one true redeemer, you know who she is she's Toriel ________”, he rapped then stopped folding his arms still moving to the beat.
*An option showed up in front of Chara: A. Teeeameer B. Streamurr C. Dreemurr D. Lemur*
“Psst, Chara look”, You whispered then pointed to Undyne who was giving them the answer.
“Dr-dreemurr?”, Chara answered nervously shrugging.
“Yea, now you’re gettin’ it!”, Napstabot said with both arms in the air, “Let’s keep it up! I’m hot as a kettle and more than plastic, you know me I’m made of _____ and _____”, he rapped.
*An option appears: A. Petals & Fabric B. Metal & Magic C. Betel & Matches D. Pebbles & Static*
“Wow…Metal & Magic”, Chara said looking at the options then answered.
“You know iiiit!”, Napstabot said.
*The game goes one*
The uh….next one was….oh my gosh. Napstabot rapped so fast, he forgot to show Chara the words they needed to rhyme. You are both speechless. Good thing Undyne showed them the answer, something you are surprise she knows…
“I bet you can’t answer this one: From coast to coast you love them the most, without any doubt you kiss a _____”
*….All the answers say ghost*
*Undyne looks away while hiding her smile, this was too cute and too easy*
*Chara answers*
“I’m diggin’ it, awesome answer!”, hahah cuuute, “I got one for ya: Napstabot is more than an affinity, my name goes on throughout ________”
*An options appear: A. Modernity B. Paternity C. Eternity D. Maternity*
“Eternity”, Chara said then realized they said it on beat heheh.
“Oooof course!”, Napstabot said pointing to Chara while their arms bounced to the music “Now it’s time for the B-B-B-BONUS ROOOUND!!!”
*Random audience cheer*
“Here’s one for ya: What rhymes with Napstabot?”
*The option appear: A. Mixalot B. Totallyhot C. Rightonthedot D. Napstabot*
“…. Napstabot?”
“Awww now ya just showin’ off~!” wow…just wow, “ Aight, come up with some sick rhyme in 30 second using what’s in this jar!” Napstabot said bringing up a jar with a fly from behind his back.
“Uuum….fl-fly…FLY HIGH ABOVE THE SKY!!!”, Chara shouted answering quickly and scarcely.
“AAAWWW SSSNNNAAAP, THAT WAS DOOOPE!!!!”, Napstabot shouted accidentally throwing the jar out his hand.
*Undyne catches the jar Napstabot threw*
“You better get your knowledge on kid: In Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 2, who is the best in crew?”
“RUE, RUE, it’s totally Rue!”, Undyne burst out answering happily”, She’s the sweetest and bravest one of the group, in one of the epic fights she used her most powerful weapon to protect her family…and…friends…”, ooooh boooy Undyne fan girled very quickly then slowly realized what she just did.
“Yo, yo, yo Undyne, are you spillin’ the beans to our gamer?”, Napstabot asked folding his arms still bouncing to the music, “Girl ya should have said so. Well now human I got a request for ya that can’t back down. Raise a shoutout to the monster Undyne likes!”, he said putting the mic to his screen and pointed to the air with the other hand.
*You and Chara see Undyne putting her hands together and shaking her head*
“It’s….it’s…eeeh…i-it’s a mystery! Yea iiit’s a mystery…”, Chara answered nervously shrugging with both arms out.
“Aw yea they are”, Napstabot said putting their hand on their side”, YO MYSTTEERRYYYY, UNDYNE THINKS YOU CUUTE AND HOOOT~!!!”
….Wwwwow! Hehahahahah!
“Well my homies, this is only the appetizer for the party”, Napstabot said rocking to the beat, “Next time we’ll have MORE BEATS, MORE ACTION, MORE BLOODSHED!!! Until next time, stay frosstttyyyy….!!!”, he shouted scarcely and flew away.
All the lights turn back on after he left. This was allll Mettaton’s level, but more towards music! …You really liked it.
“Thank you so so sooooo much for not saying who I…l-l-like hehe, b-but I can help you on your journey I promise!”, Undyne said kneeing down and holding Chara’s hands with a smile, “Here I can even give you my phone number!”, she said pulling her cellphone out she lab coat pocket.
“Oh thanks Undyne”, Chara thanked pulling their phone out their pants pocket then handing it to her.
“No probl-huh?”, Undyne said taking the phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“This phone is ancient, it won’t even take text messages”, Undyne said analyzing Chara’s phone, “Hold on, I have a better model somewhere”, she said walking to the escalator.
Okay…JEEZ!!! You both heard glass breaking, a lot stuff crashing, and-!!!! Was…WAS THAT AN EXPLOSION??!! You and Chara slowly looked at each then slowly looked at the escalator in complete shock!
“Ah ha I found it…here you go”, Undyne shouted then said getting off the escalator, “This is last year’s model, but it’s waaay better than the old one. I even put your friend’s numbers in it”, she said giving the phone.
“Wooow, thank you Undyne!”, Chara thanked looking at the phone then Undyne.
“But wait, there’s more”, Undyne kneeing down.
Undyne is now showing Chara all the phone’s functions and modes, even showing them the online site she signed them up for. Chara is thankful and Undyne leaves to clean up the mess she caused. Now that you noticed it, Undyne’s lab is really realllly clean. Papers on her desk are organized, she has a trash AND a recycle bin, she’s even got sticky note neatly placed in squares orader on a wall beside her desk. Wow, just like your Undyne!
“I’m feeling pretty good about this place Frisk”, Chara said with their new phone in their hand.
“Sweet, buuut you should wear your normal clothes”, you suggest with one hand on your hip and the other pointing to Chara, “It’s gonna get reeeeal hot here”
“Guess that’s why it’s called Hotland, hahaha right?!”
“Hhhahaha, but no seriously it’s gonna get hot”
(XD LOL this character is so much fun to type, I was totally in character with him)
#spiritale#undertale#undertale fanfiction#underSwap#underswap undyne#underswap napstabot#underswap chara#frisk#fanfic#fanficiton
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i have a real question and you seem pretty fucking real about shit, so here's my thing. i see you have a racebent faceclaim, but i also see you are a poc. i've seen white people getting hate for racebent faceclaims saying that they can't 'put on the skin of a poc' and then go back to their white fc or whatever. so in ur opinion how do you feel about all the racebent stuff? is it a thing that poc can do but is tacky for whites or something else? or is it irrelevant and anons r ddumb
white people getting hate for racebent faceclaims saying that they can’t ‘put on the skin of a poc’ and then go back to their white fc or whatever
that ain’t hate ?? that’s taking smth completely outta context n chuckin other peoples’ oppression w/ “drama” or “hate.” bc they’re right. you can’t put on the skin of a poc and then decide later that u don’t WANT them to be a poc. you do your fuckin research and no that doesn’t mean asking ur one poc friend who’s all chill w/ u usin slurs n shit. it means reasearch. you go out of your way to do research for ur muse. you might notice that there are examples that might hurt ur white feelings but, get over em and keep researching.
and like, people who think that there must be a poc in the world that hasn’t experienced racism. yes, if your ass is white passing then that shit’s tru as hell. like we all got these indirect comments thrown our way, and we’re expected to just sit there and take it. i haven’t met a SINGLE poc who hasn’t experienced racism in any shape or form. so, you tell me: how the fuck is a white person / white passing person supposed to portray that feeling that poc get whilst experiencing racism. see, with white passing people it’s easy as hell: they can just basically announce they’re white 2 get out of it? and believe me if i was white passing, i really would do anything to get out of it
i don’t mind white people roleplaying racebent charas. as long as they’re:
aren’t reverting back to their original white faceclaim
doing extensive research
aren’t testing the waters aka having a black verse ( #fullshade, white bitch ) and claiming it’s for diversity. like bitch we’re not fucking accessories u can just take off whenever the fuck you feel like it
not racebending a chara that is ALREADY poc,, that ain’t how it works
not using their poc friends 4 back up when another poc is telling them they’re doing smth wrong. like, c’mon… if a POC is tellin u that you’re doing smth wrong. then mayb u should step the fuck back and look @ it
not whitewashing. pretty obvious, but it’s surprising how many people get away with that shit.
for fucks sake don’t speak up for poc… especially when we’ve been banging on abt the same thing for fuck knows how long and then some white person comes along thinkin they’re savin the day and literalli just speak over us
idk bitch, google the rest
i honestly don’t blame other poc who get annoyed @ white people writin poc bc u all fuck it up some way or another!
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Cosmonaut - Part 1
In the endless expanse of blackness, there was a noise.
Where only one animated shadow ever was, there were now two. Turning, the cloaked figure beheld someone he hadn’t truly seen in almost a hundred years, tension rising to his shoulders. It was a small child with brown hair and a yellow and green sweater. The one feature that would always stick out, however, were the red eyes so uncommon and unnatural for a human. It was the color of raw, true Determination.
The two stared at one another in silence. Gaster was stunned, trying to figure out what was going on. He had just witnessed Frisk and their friends being cornered by Flowey before his vision had been cut off. Searching for a way to restore it, there had been a noise much like that of his own teleportation. And now, after being in solitude for so long, there was someone else in the outskirts of reality with him. In the near two years he had been here, no one but Sans and Flowey had ever entered the Void. Flowey didn’t even see him, and it was by pure chance that Sans did. But the way this child looked at him, Gaster knew that he was seen. Someone saw him.
Finding his voice after a stretch of nothing, the once-skeleton said, “Hello, Chara. It’s been a long time.”
Smirking slightly, the child shook their head slightly. “Greetings, Dr. Gaster. It sure has been.”
Gaster didn’t know what to say. He had always felt unsure about the child ever since they had fallen into the underground. Something about them had been unsettling and he had never been able to place what. Perhaps it had been the way they carried themselves. It reminded him of the child from the war long, long ago. Coupled with that, there had been the many timelines he had witnessed Chara take possession of Frisk to do nothing but murder innocence. This timeline, his true timeline, however, produced no such results. Frisk had been an acolyte of peace, making friends with every monster they could. There had been no violence despite what other timelines revealed could happen. Even when those eyes had made themselves known, he saw no true threat. Despite the knowledge of the other timelines, the only vibe from this child he felt was a sense of awkwardness and exhaustion. A feeling the old scientist understood all too well.
“Not that I am… opposed to the company,” Gaster said hesitantly, turning fully to face the child, “but, if I may, what are you doing here?”
Chara’s smirk faltered for a second, and they sighed tiredly with a shrug. They looked back up into the monster's eyes and said, “same reason as you, I suppose. I don't actually exist anymore.”
Stiffening, Gaster let a moment of silence hang between them once again. He knew he didn't exist anymore, it was something that had been more than difficult to accept but he had -- or so he thought -- yet to hear it from anything but his own mind stung.
“I… see. Though, if that is the case, how is it that Sans and Flowey have been able to come here as well? I know for certain they exist.”
With a small shake of their head and another shrug, Chara took a few steps closer, watching the taller figure closely. “Maybe that's the reason, maybe not. Who knows, really. Reality is a confusing thing when you have magic and soul power involved.” Tilting their head, Chara raised a brow questioningly. “And yet, if we really don’t exist, why are we here and not actually just... dead. Gone. Instead here we are, still thinking and breathing. Still existing but not. Why do you think that is?”
Gaster frowned down at the child.
“Truly, I'm… not sure. In all the digging I've done through the timelines, I've only seen this as a pocket verse of nothing. Silent, endless nothing.” Then he furrowed his brows, raising his chin in slight weariness at their approach. Despite the fact that they no longer had a threatening aura, it was difficult to shake when he'd seen all the things Chara had done. “I get the feeling you know more than you're letting on. It's very hard to have more information than myself after all that I've seen here. So please, child, enlighten me.”
Smirking, Chara let out a soft, tired laugh. “Observant as always, Doctor. I'm here, we're here because we do actually exist. Magic and science, things you studied all your life, they did something, something I don't think even you will ever be able to explain or really understand. And here we are, discarded rejects of something gone wrong. In the place where nothing gathers and time is ignored. In a place that is rejected just like us.”
“Chara,” the skeleton said with a deeper frown, the ghost of his soul pounding in his chest.
“Hah, alright,” Chara giggled, grinning knowingly. “I chose to come here myself, actually. The reason is quite simple. You're wanted back.”
“Wanted… back?” Gaster said in confusion, brows raising. The distant echo of his soul pounded hard at the thought, his mind instantly going to his sons and the one he loved as a hand moved to his chest. There was a pang deep inside of him. “Chara, I'm... gone. From everything. I don't understand how I couldn't be. The only one who remembers me is Sans.” He let out a long, drawn out sigh and smiled sadly, hand sliding away from his chest. “I appreciate what you're trying to say, truly, but I've looked. I've searched and dug in every way I can. I've found no practical way of returning.”
Chara smirked, rolling their eyes. “You've always been so dramatic, Dr. Gaster.” Grinning, they waved a hand in front of their own chest and there appeared half of a red, dully glowing human soul. Gaster sucked in a breath, staring in shock. “I guess time didn't count on me throwing in the towel.” Their smile lessened, sighing. “Because after all, I'm just really. Really. Tired.”
“Chara! What, how-- how are you even still alive?” Blinking and furrowing his brows, the ex-royal scientist looked between the soul and the child quickly in disbelief.
“You like getting all the details, so I'll fill you in. I was half right when I said we existed,” Chara said, staring down tiredly at the half soul, “when I died, my soul was taken by Asriel and our souls merged. The plan was simple. Take six human souls and free all of the monsters.” Their expression fell. “But when he died, we both vanished, our souls cracking and splitting into just the essence of ourselves. His stayed in the Throne Room, and mine with my body that mom took to the ruins. Asriel slept in nothingness, here, until you and Alphys unwittingly tampered with him. And me? I'm human,” Chara made a face at the word, bitter and distasteful, “so my soul was stronger, more persistent. I slept here too but woke back up when Frisk fell. Their Determination,” the soul flared softly at the word, “drew me back to reality. They were injured badly from the fall, and the remaining essence of my soul took place in theirs to keep them alive.”
“That's… fascinating,” Gaster said, barely a whisper as he stared. He knew he hadn't been seeing things when those eyes had randomly appeared. Chara truly had been with the child's soul then. “I've never heard anything like that. The soul is such an amazing thing...”
Chara laughed softly. “Yeah, well… my essence, having someone else to latch on to, drew my consciousness back. But... I wasn't really myself.” Frowning, the child sighed, their posture dropping slightly. “I was only a ghost, a sliver of someone hiding within a real soul, an injured one at that. My last memories had been my anger, my... my hate for the humans that attacked Asriel and I. My hate for humanity. It was so strong that I took over Frisk and couldn't tell friend from foe. I… likely would have done terrible things if, if I hadn't seen mom right after I woke up.”
Frowning, Gaster folded his hands together and dropped to the child's eye level, looking them over in sympathy. Chara wouldn't meet his eye. Something about the way they spoke left Gaster with no thoughts of deception. They were speaking truthfully.
“You just wanted to free the ones you loved. You were just a lost child with incredible power.” Gaster sighed softly. “I understand. So it was Her Majesty that brought you to your sense?”
“Yes. Before I saw her, I had it in my mind that I... I… wanted to do terrible things,” Chara mumbled, shivering. “I wanted to kill everyone. That maybe doing that, I could avenge Asriel and I. I… I'm getting off track.” Huffing, the child managed to glance up into the older monster’s face. “But seeing mom, I was reminded of the kindness everyone showed me. The love. It made me falter, and Frisk woke back up. They took control and tried to help and befriend everyone, and I sat back and watched while helping keep them alive. The longer I stayed in Frisk’s soul, the stronger my essence grew before I finally had my own soul back. My body was long gone, so I had no choice but to remain as a shadow in Frisk’s. I wasn't in control, but… that was OK, because Frisk was doing exactly what I wanted to but couldn't. In a way, I was living how I’d wanted to through them. It was thanks to their actions, their resolve to save everyone that my soul was able to come back together and I was able to heal them. Just from the pure strength of their will and the love all their friends poured into them. It was incredible. And. It poured into me too.” Glancing down, Chara lifted their damaged soul slightly, a warm, fond smile on their face. “And because of that, I found myself again.”
“That truly is remarkable. You have your soul back,” Gaster mused, but then started to frown. “And yet it's fractured so badly. Did it not mend properly?”
“Oh, it did,” Chara said, starting to grin. “I just chose to use it for other purposes rather than returning myself.”
Gaster’s eyebrows rose. “But why? Don't you want to go back? You've been lost far longer than myself.”
“Well, I could have gone back,” Chara said with a shrug before meeting his eye, smiling softly. “Just... Like I said before, I'm really, really tired. My intent when falling down here long ago was…” They closed their eyes, voice softening. “...to rest. But then Asy found me, and I knew I could serve a purpose. That purpose was freeing the monsters. That's been done now, and I really just want to sleep. So, no, I don't want to go back. As much as I'll miss my family, I'm still just tired.”
“I understand, but… what happened to your soul, Chara? What did you do to it?” Gaster asked slowly, wearily. He’d never seen half of a soul keep someone alive before. By looking at them, however, he could see the slight transparency. They were nearly faded out just like he was. He wasn't truly sure just how alive Chara actually was.
“Oh, simple.” The child grinned. “I used the missing piece to bringing Asriel back.”
Freezing, Gaster stared in wide eyed shock. “You brought back someone who doesn't even have a soul?”
“Sure did,” Chara hummed, grin remaining. “And I plan to do it again one more time.”
“Me,” Gaster breathed questioningly, holding a hand to his chest as he stared. Chara nodded. “But, how? Why? Surely that can't be done, there must be something else you can…”
“Oh, please,” Chara sighed with a soft growl, glaring just as softly at him. “I brought back someone who lost their soul, skeleman.” Looking toward the side, the child nodded toward the black. “You want to know why you specifically? Open your portal.”
Gaster blinked, looking toward the area he often pulled up the timeline window to watch current events. No matter how hard he'd tried before, he hadn't been able to get it to reappear after it shrunk into itself. He'd thought his timeline may have been lost, desperately clinging to the hope he was wrong. However, if Asriel was no longer a threat…
“I… well, alright.” Frowning, the scientist raised a hand and waved it, watching in surprise as the light flared to life and grew, stretching, pulling the image of everyone gathering around Frisk by the newly destroyed barrier. He stared, swallowed by a wave of relief to have his vision back. He grinned tiredly, huffing as his sights landed specifically on his sons. “It's… back up now.”
“Mhmm,” Chara nodded. “Asriel isn't blocking the feed anymore, so you have your eyes in the skies again.”
“That's… great to know,” Gaster mused quietly. He watched in wonder as the newly brought back prince ran to embrace his parents close, the three of them crying tears of surprised disbelief and thankfulness. He watched the faces of all gathered there, the happiness and relief at seeing Frisk brought back safe, taking turns hugging them. Even his sons looked happy, and that itself brought a smile to his face.
“They all look pretty happy, don't they?”
Nodding, the scientist continued to watch, taking in everything he could. His people were free, were happy, and there was nothing else he could ask for. No more struggling to find a way to break the barrier, no more fake sunshine or fake stars. His people were free. His family was free.
“I think there's one thing that could make the picture happier though,” Chara hummed, their eyes on the people gathered.
“Chara, lest you forget,” Gaster murmured, “that Toriel and I aren't on pleasant terms. If I were there, she would be less than pleased about my presence.”
“Oh come off it,” the child said with a roll of their eyes, “mom isn't fond of being anywhere near dad but look, there she is hugging him and Asriel. If she can put aside that difference for at least a moment to hug her son, I think she can do that to see her friend reunited with his dad too. Now you're just making excuses.”
Flustering slightly at being called out, Gaster twisted his hands in front of him and sighed. Chara was watching him before their gaze turned back to the portal.
“Go somewhere else now, I'll give you more proof.” Blinking, the scientist paused then slowly nodded, willing the scene to change. And it did. The picture blurred and took on the look of swiftly moving before it regained focus and showed the interior of Grillby's diner in Snowdin. “Hah. Knew that'd be the next one.”
While the image settled on the bartender, the flame sighed. The establishment looked empty, everyone having likely filtered out at the news of the barrier breaking. Grillby paused in his work, looking over at the jukebox. With the glance, the scientist followed his gaze and frowned softly.
From the corner of their eye, Chara glanced over at the monster. “It's not broken, you know.”
“I know,” was Gaster quiet response, smiling sadly.
“I didn't mean the jukebox.”
Blinking, the scientist looked over at the child in confusion. “I'm sorry?”
Rocking on their heels once, Chara crossed their arms behind their back with a hum. They turned a pleased grin toward their company. “Don't worry, I can fix them both a little.”
With a pause, Gaster furrowed his brows toward the child in heightened confusion. What could they possibly… Movement caught his eye and the skeleton looked up in time to see Grillby lean against the back of the bar, slumping. His hand rest over his chest, and Gaster pressed closer to watch in concern. With a soft jolt of shock, he watched, brows raising as the fire monster pulled his soul forward carefully. The fire's eyes traveled over it, inspecting it, and it was then that Gaster’s gaze zeroed in on the crack. The crack that still made his own chest ache, that made him feel for his love who endured the pain. Sure his own soul had been cracked two hundred years ago, but he'd eventually dealt with the aches. It was always worse watching someone else go through it. Especially the one you loved.
“See, this is why I'm here,” Chara said, looking between the pair. Their arms uncrossed from behind them, moving to stand a little bit taller as one hand swept over their hair. Gaining a focused look, the child drew in a breath and held a hand out.
Raising their hand, the ex-royal scientist felt a pull in his chest as a cracked, glitched upside down gray heart appeared in Chara’s open palm, pulsing softly. Gaster yelped in surprise, his shape quivering and hands shooting to his chest, staring hard at the soul.
“You're both in pretty rough shape,” the child said casually, turning a smile to the monster, “but I did say I could fix them both.”
“How, how did you…” Gaster trailed off, seeing his soul for the first time in nearly two years. He had never gotten it to summon out of his body, and here it was in the hands of an enigma of a child. Oh, how terrible it looked. How fragile. It made his metaphorical stomach sick. The child simply laughed and shook their head, extending the soul out to the shadowy monster. Gaster gratefully, carefully took it and cupped it in his hands.
“Boy, Doc,” Chara snickered, “for someone with infinite knowledge, you seem to know so little about me and what I can do.”
Gaster managed a weak smile, bringing the soul close to his chest. “You have always been an anomaly to me, child, even here.”
Chara laughed and shrugged. “I’ve heard that a lot in my life, actually.” They grinned and Gaster managed to smile a little wider.
His smile faded slowly, however, eyes turning to the heavily cracked heart in his hands. “While I appreciate what you want to do, surely there is something else you could do with the last bit of yourself. I’ve lived a long time, and yes there are still things I’d like to see, to happen… but I’ve… I...” He frowned, unable to finish as he squeezed his eyes shut. A tremble rocked him as he pulled his soul closer, holding it tighter, breathing in slowly to fight any rising emotion. After a moment, he relaxed, sighed and leaned back as his eyes slowly drifted back open.
Huffing softly, Chara looked at him with a quirked brow and sympathy. “And that is why I want to bring you back. You have unfinished business back home. Besides, I owe them that much.”
Again it was movement that made the shadow look up. Tearing his gaze away from his soul, he looked toward the portal to see the bartender stumble. Grillby caught himself, sinking against the bar with a huff as his stare remained locked on his soul. His brows were furrowed, likely trying to figure out why his soul was aching so much. Eyes darting worriedly, Gaster watched him and clutched his own soul tighter. Grillby...
With his gaze turned away, beside him, Chara pressed their own half-soul to their chest. The child hummed quietly, using the same hand that had summoned Gaster’s soul to call forth a small ball of light. The light shifted, melded, turning into a very softly glowing outline of a monster heart. In the middle of that gentle outline rested a thin crack that stretched up the center.
“I'll help flames over there first,” Chara offered, tilting their head.
“Please do,” Gaster breathed, his face having fallen with sadness as he watched his love.
Smiling tiredly, the human’s red gaze turned to the outline. Their own soul lit up, a brilliant red as a white light circled the outline. On the other side of the portal, the bartender's soul lit up with the magic, causing Grillby to jolt his hands back in surprise, using them to support himself further against the bar in his shock. He and Gaster both stared wide eyed as the crack shortened, thinned, though not disappearing completely. Still, any reduced damage to the soul did wonders. The flame sunk slightly from the healing energy, sliding down the counter and sitting on the floor.
Chara glanced over to the portal with a small smirk, closing their hand. The outline vanished with a calming green spark while the real soul drifted back into Grillby’s open palms, the elemental frozen in wonder. With his eyes glued to the portal, Gaster continued to hold his own soul close, unable to look away. A huff of surprise broke his parted lips.
“It’s smaller, it’s actually…” His gaze tore away, landing on Chara in surprise, back to his flame, then back to the child again. “You really, that… was…”
The child simply smirked, the expression reaching their eyes as they tilted their head. “Yep. Told you.”
Another huff sounded, and after a seconds pause a grin spread over the skeletons face. Turning back to Grillby, he spoke softly, tone that of one mesmerized, “You healed him… you actually healed him.” Swallowing, Gaster shook his head softly with a gentle laugh. The amount of gratitude he felt was indescribable. His love would hurt that much less. “In, in all my studies of the soul, I've never seen humans able… to…”
“You've never seen a human like me before,” Chara snickered, “especially one with my kind of power.”
Glancing back at the child, Gaster looked at them for a moment before returning his attention to the portal. “And what kind of power is that, Chara?”
“The power to manipulate souls, differently than even your skeleton soul magic,” Chara said with a grin, shrugging. “You could called it the determination trait, but… guess that wouldn’t be completely right either.”
Looking back in surprise, Gaster beheld the child for a moment. The power to manipulate souls? Different than even his own ability? “As a human, that… shouldn’t be possible.”
Chara raised a brow. “Says the talking skeleton who's managed to stay alive in a pocket dimension for two years after being erased from almost everywhere unexplainably.” A flinch caught the monster off guard, looking back toward the portal with a soft frown. “Not to poke sore wounds, Doc, but you’ve also mostly only studied monster magic and inactive human souls. Humans… their magic is on a different playing field.”
“...Alright, you’ve. Proven your point.” Gaster sighed, his shape sinking a little. It was true that even with the souls of the children, it was more difficult to work with the soul alone when it didn’t have a host. Had the children been alive and willingly worked with him for study, he could have much more easily figured out the magic connected to humans and how it had evolved over the years of them being trapped. Monster’s magic was still stronger simply because it was linked directly to the soul and the core of their being, but... His mouth opened to speak but before he could, another shape entered the scene on the other side of the portal. His attention now rapt, the shadow watched silently as a red bird monster rounded around the bar to tend to the bartender.
“What’re you doing on the floor, Grillby?” They asked, kneeling beside their best friend of two hundred years with concern. Grillby looked up, extending his hands out toward the bird with parted lips and a look of confusion. Q’s own eyes widened and they paused, reaching out so very gently and tenderly to tap the top of the bartender’s soul with a feather. Being Q, they of course knew of the crack. The bird knew everything. And they certainly knew it hadn’t been that small before. “Oh…”
While the monster had been watching, Chara had joined the skeleton’s side with their eyes on the scene. They watched for a moment, studying the other two monsters before red eyes fell on the shadow at their side.
“I didn't heal him completely,” they said softly, “but it's enough that he won't be in so much pain anymore. I have enough magic and soul power to fix the rest of this too. To heal yours mostly.”
A frown formed on Gaster’s face, his eyes turning down from the scene to stare at nothing. “Chara, I realize the human soul is so much stronger than ours but…” His eyes lifted, settling on the child, voice quiet, “you used half of it to bring Asriel back, and then healing Grillby... if you bring me back, you won't--”
“I know,” was all Chara said, giving him a simple, tired smile.
“We’ll figure it out in the morning,” a voice said from the portal, causing both figures to glance upward at the scene beyond. Q was tugging the flame gently to his feet, holding steady as he stumbled a little, still shaken. “It’s time to go home.”
With his eyes on his soul, Grillby managed to stand with the help and pressed it gently back into his chest. Nodding, the fire monster leaned gently against Q as a wing wrapped around his back, tugging him gently closer. Even as the bird once more said for them to go home and he nodded to agree again, Grillby’s gaze slid backwards. It settled on the jukebox, a hand moving to lay over his chest as he looked at it. The hand remained there even as the pair walked out and vanished from the diner, leaving the portal viewing an empty, quiet restaurant.
Sighing gently, Gaster moved a hand and waved, sending the portal back into blackness. He was quiet for a time, thinking over what he saw and what could possibly happen next. To gain the chance to possibly live again… but at what cost? If this was really, truly a possibility, he had to be absolutely sure this was what Chara wanted. He refused to take a life for his own, not in an instance like this.
“You’d… be willing to give the rest of your soul,” he said, voice still quiet and face marked with a soft frown once more, “the rest of who you are… just to bring me back? Why?”
“Yes.” The child tucked their hands in their pockets, eyes still turned to where the portal once was. They seemed thoughtful, but something about their face held a certainty. “My one wish when all of this started so long ago... was just to free the monsters. And now I've helped do that, but there's one missing piece to the puzzle. Not all of them are free.” Chara’s eyes turned up to look into the skeleton’s. “There's still one that's trapped, and my promise isn't complete if that stays.”
There truly seemed to be no way to talk the child down. Chara was so sure about what they wanted to do, and here the shadow of a scientist felt… unworthy. He had lived his life, he had done many great things where the child was still young. They could still live on and do so much more. Gaster’s eyes lowered to the half soul, his frown deepening. Yet… could they? With half of a soul, surely their life wouldn’t last nearly as long as it once could have. Chara had set their own path before even coming here. Now that their way was chosen and put into action, there was no going back. Not from that kind of soul damage.
Chara would eventually fade to nothing before even getting the chance at adulthood.
Perhaps… this was the best way to go about it. Gaster’s eyes fell closed with a heavy, long sigh. He held his soul closer, bowing his head with his voice barely now above a whisper.
“I so badly want to go back, but… Chara.” The scientist swallowed hard, nearly trembling. “If you do this…”
“I’m not dumb, Doctor. I know full well what will happen to me. And I’m pretty sure you’ve figured out what will happen to me too if I don’t do this.” The child gained a soft, knowing smile, quirking a brow. Sometimes he forgot how clever and perceptive they were. Their eyes shone with exhaustion and a hint of sadness as they looked at him, but Gaster could tell they were unwavering. He wouldn’t be convincing them otherwise. No matter how many ways he tried to go about it, Chara was entirely sure about their decision. As always, they were a child set in their ways. “I'll get to rest. That, right after freeing you all, is what I’ve wanted for a long, long time. Seeing all of you free I think is a pretty good thing to finally fall asleep to. Everyone's happy.” The child paused, grinning softly as they chuckled. “And who doesn't like happy endings?”
Laughing softly, Gaster shook his head with a small grin that managed to reach his eyes. Then his expression sobered slowly, turning his gaze back down to his soul and tracing every crack on the surface with his eyes. Then the shadow began to lose himself in thought as he stared, his expression slowly falling. He would never be able to convey how badly he wanted to go back, to retry everything he had let down. He sighed, pressing the soul to his chest and closing his eyes, slowly furrowing his brow and closing them tighter. Never had he dreamed that he would have this chance. He had hoped, oh how he had hoped… but to have it in front of him now? Out of nowhere? It seemed too good to be true. He was about to trust his entire existence to a child that had left him unsure in life and who knew so, so much in death. There was no true telling if bringing him back peacefully was Chara’s actual intent. They had easily summoned his soul when he himself had failed, and that was incredible power. But instead of taking it and crushing it, they had simply handed it back to him like it was nothing. If anything, their eyes and that action alone spoke volumes.
Chara was just an exhausted child wanting to rest.
And, truly, if Chara did want to kill him, perhaps that wouldn’t be terrible either, as morbid as it sounded. He didn’t want that, not at all, but what was there left here in the void? Was it really living to not exist, to not be seen, touched, heard, remembered? If he had found a way to break it, then whatever came of it was better than being able to do nothing at all and be immortal, living for eternity in crippling solitude. Unable to touch, to feel anything, to act. Either he would come back, or he would finally get the sleep that Chara desired. Either option was an out, despite one being unfavorable.
Taking in a slow breath, Gaster opened his eyes to see the child looking at him expectantly. Chara quirked a brow, smiling softly.
“So, what do you say, Doc?” They extended a hand, red eyes staring into purple. “You ready to go home?”
Gaster stared, a slow smile creeping up on his skull. Well, it was now or never. Your one and possibly only chance out of here, Wingding.
Holding the soul to his chest with one hand, he reached out the other hand and took Chara’s smaller one in his, giving a soft squeeze. “Yes. I… I’d. I’d like that… very, very much.”
Chara smiled brighter, nodding slowly, closing their eyes and tilting their head back slightly as the soul fragment began to glow in their other hand. Gaster’s own flared once in response, a tug gradually pulling at it akin to the feeling of when he first fell. This feeling, however... It was different. Unlike how it felt during his fall, being pulled apart and scattered, broken, cracked, this felt like he was being brought back together from a long existence of separation. Like a distant hand reaching for him, pulling him out of the depths of water slowly, the light of the surface above becoming ever clearer with each held breath. His soul pounded harder at the feeling, huffing with a grin. Maybe... Just maybe…
Their surroundings began to shift, the blackness fading out slowly to near blinding white. Chara blinked their eyes open quickly to look at him, smiling tiredly. In those eyes were gratitude, a deep caring nature that he had never seen before from the young prince. But most of all, there was peace.
“Thank you,” they whispered, voice beginning to echo and scatter, “for letting me finally rest.”
Exhaling a shuddering breath, Gaster nodded, unable to speak. The tug grew stronger, his mind beginning to go hazy. His grin fading to a smile, the scientist closed his eyes…
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