Taking A Break!
Hey y’all!!
Unfortunately, as I’ve mentioned, I’ve had little to no time to write between school & work & everything, and recently I’ve been getting sick (likely because of stress) and!! I’m worried I’m going to burn out if I keep this up :<
So! I’m going to be taking a break until at least January, and maybe even a tad longer after that. I might stick around to answer some asks here & there, but I don’t think I’m going to be as active as usual
As for the commission queue, the order of the wait list is going to stay the same, and if, throughout my break, you become interested in a commission, you can still message me and I’ll add you to the wait list ^^
I think that’s all I wanted to say for now—thank you all so so much for always being so supportive & interactive ❤️❤️ I appreciate all of the asks, tags, reblogs & messages so much, it always keeps me going ^^
I hope everyone has a fun, safe & happy Halloween & holiday season—and I’ll see you in the new year!! ✨❤️❤️✨
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NOnonono but the entire point of the promise Sans makes to Toriel about "protecting the human coming through the door". Is that he really doesn't know who she is beyond the conversations they've had so far. And he doesn't know who the human coming out from there is. But they still trust each other to make it happen, regardless of timeline.
This happens regardless of Toriel's fate in the game. If you kill her, but not Papyrus, he still comments on this promise.
And here's the thing. He has to make the decision of trusting this woman he is fond of, but ultimately doesn't know beyond what they've shared together.
And Toriel had to make the decision of trusting him too. She is convinved that the world outside the Ruins will be hostile, because she knows what's happened before. And it fucking hurts to think it could happen again. And yeah I've heard all about it how she "rejected" her duty and didn't make the right choice back then. I think Toriel is somewhat aware of that. Her moving to the Ruins was a choice she made while grieving too, but it is a decsion that goes according to her integrity as well.
ANYWAYS I'm getting sidetracked. What I mean with this post is that the implications of trusting someone else with something that is so personal, because you know your limitations (because of flaws or any other cause), and having that person receive this in a good way is so important.
And while Sans is not the best at actively doing that job, it is still remarkable how much this promise is on his mind.
The VERY LAST THING he does before his No Mery fight is apologizing to Toriel, or his memory of her, because he had to break that promise.
This post is a mess but... I need to rotate them. And also I always get a little mad when people assume that Sans doesn't make that promise when Toriel dies, like in No-Mercy. Because the whole deal about the promise is that it happens before the game, it is not something anyone, not even Flowey, can affect, and it is a reflection of the closeness the two have, so placing this as something Toriel does only if she deems the human a good person, and something Sans only "keeps" when Frisk is pacifist just takes away that weight.
Also go play neutral routes they're super interesting to make character analysis. Different events affect different characters in specific ways.
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Boy King AU | Vettonso + Martian | 1.3k
There's something about putting the future emperor of the Holy Realm on his knees like this. About how easily he goes, how willingly, how obediently. What would his adoring public think if they could see him now. If they saw their beloved king pressed down like this, in the cramped space between Fernando's legs. When they realized their little boy king took it like he was a little concubine instead.
Fernando's bitterness is lifted away in moments like these, like taking off a heavy cloak on a winter's day. It was hard to feel humiliated about his own situation when watching Sebastian debase himself like this.
He always gives himself up so easily. When Fernando threaded his fingers through his thick curls. When he pulled them, and then when he pressed his face down further down into the vee of his legs. Sebastian rubbed his cheek into the coarse fabric of Fernando's breeches and blinked up at him. Fernando had to smother an embarrassing sound; he was just like a little cat!
Sebastian quirked his lips up into an odd little smile and slightly rose up on his knees, "What's funny?" Fernando swallowed lightly and schooled his face back into being impassive, "Nothing. As you were." Sebastian simply smirked at him and let himself be pushed back down by the fist clenched in his hair.
Fernando scoffed internally, there was only so much pleasure in putting the other man in his place when he instead acted like this, this degrading action, was his birthright. He took to ruling and indulging in carnal pleasures as if they were of equal gravity. To be privileged to hold such high station and also let himself be taken apart like this…Fernando felt embarrassed for him.
He is dragged away from his musings when Sebastian moved to settle his hands in Fernando's lap, clutching his hips over the fabric and slightly squeezing; Fernando fought against the urge to shiver. Sebastian pushed up the skirt of Fernando's waistcoat and smoothed his hands over the opening flap of his breeches.
His eyes darted up at Fernando again, a daft smile on his face. Fernando scowled at him, "What?" Seb's grin sharpened, "You could stand to be a little more gracious. This is your future emperor, and future husband might I add, kneeling for you on this dirty, depraved, derelict- ah–" Fernando tugged on his hair again and hissed, "Well then, why don't you show me how eager you are to perform your marital duties?"
Seb licked his lips, completely unconcerned by Fernando's annoyance, and unbuttoned one side of the closure to Fernando's breeches and moved to open the other–
The door to the carriage flew open, arrival announcement dying on a wheezing breath as the servant took in the image the two kings made. One splayed across the seat, exuding power, the other kneeled, debauched, between the former's legs.
One would be hard pressed to determine which was higher on the totem of power and titles.
There was something gratifying about this to Fernando, about being caught. He had been humiliated enough throughout the entire courtship, what was one more thing? And, certainly, what was one more thing if he could drag Sebastian down into the dirt with him.
"Oh Mark, don't act so abashed! It's nothing you haven't seen before, in fact, we have been in this very position not even a fortnight ago!"
Oh. Yes. That.
It was hard to be completely pleased when he remembered how Sebastian had already spent years prior to their engagement sampling the palace's ample selection of fellow high-born men. And how all those men seemed to be completely and utterly wrapped around his little finger.
Fernando released his hand from Sebastian's hair as if it had burned him. He did not understand why he felt ashamed with Mark looking in on them like this. Fernando was the one marrying Sebastian, not Mark; Mark was just a lowly courtier who had the esteemed duty of spending practically every waking hour with the brat…something he himself was decidedly not looking forward to.
Sebastian stayed kneeling, staring impassively up at Mark, still fiddling with the clasp on Fernando's breeches. Fernando gritted his teeth and looked up from where he was watching Sebastian's clever little hands; Mark stared back at him placidly.
Mark's indifference made the entire situation worse. Fernando now felt as if he was not doing anything unique, not doing anything particularly new. How many other men had Mark caught Seb with in this exact position? Fernando felt like he was just another plaything of the boy king, soon to be boy emperor, except his position was forever, permanent. He was the "Kept King", the king who only kept his throne due to the whims of a boy who doesn't even understand what power is.
Mark coughed, "Well," he says, "Your Majesty, I do believe you have a meeting to attend." Seb pouted at him and whined, "We were just getting to the main course," but still braced himself on Fernando's thighs and got up off the carriage floor.
Seb pranced down the steps Mark had placed next to the carriage, miming tripping sown the stairs, snickering when his action made Mark reflexively reach out to grab him, and then playfully skipped off the final step.
Fernando couldn't help but stare as Mark made the weirdest grimace in response, and he inexplicably felt all his mortification seep away from him. Huh. Maybe Mark is-
Seb then turned around and frowned at him, seemingly disappointed, but his eyes are deceivingly sharp, "Fernando, I regret to inform you that I have other duties I must attend to, you will simply have to wait." He then grinned up at Mark next to him and giggled as the other man stiffened when Sebastian looped both of his arms through Mark's.
He leaned all his weight on the other man, Mark not so much as shifting his weight, "Oh Mark, won't you carry me back to the palace? I'm so very tired after all the horse riding," Seb looked up at him imploringly.
Fernando observed as Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged off the man, though notably not pulling his arm from Seb's grasp, and he got the distinct feeling that this exact scene had been played out countless times before.
Fernando clenched his jaw as he watched Seb turn and saunter off, Mark trotting alongside him like a loyal dog. Fernando was supposed to be the unaffected one in this partnership, the unflustered one, the unconcerned one. And yet here he stood, in broad daylight, in a foreign kingdom, on the steps of a carriage with his breeches half unbuttoned and his cravat in disarray.
He heard a cough from beside him, jolted and looked to the side. Sebastian's loyal Horse Master stood there, lounging against the side of the carriage. Fernando had forgotten who had even been driving the carriage in the first place. After Seb has let himself be pushed down, his hair still windswept from their ride together, everything else seemed to fade away. His thoughts were reduced only to how he could mess up the younger man's hair further.
Jenson grinned at him wolfishly, and casually crossed his legs, "First time?" he inquired. Fernando glared at him. The other man laughed openly at him, "What? He's a busy man with big prospects. You're not his majesty's only conquest, you know. Now your throne on the other hand…"
Fernando seethed, it was one thing to be humiliated by the future emperor, but to be patronized by the king's horse boy? No. It would simply not do. He closed his eyes in annoyance, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled, and prepared a speech about how he was not about to be talked down to by a man who didn't even have a throne to speak of!
But when he opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to begin his tirade, Jenson was already wandering away to tend to the horses. Dios mío, Fernando was not mentally prepared to spend the rest of his life with all of these impertinent morons.
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Hey:) I have never requested anything before, and i have read your most recent ones and they are amazing. xx
I was thinking you could write a fic where in OBX2 when Ward's boat explodes, you could write one where the reader gets a message from an unknown number and says there is a bom on her parents boat, and then she like runs to try and save them, but she's like too late. Oh and something where Rafe helps reader. Also maybe if your ok to do this, maybe reader tries to kill herself and rafe talks her down.
Sorry its so long xx
Warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of partying, mentions of suicide(please don’t not read if that is triggering to you) 18+, mature content, sad, threats
This year had been crazy for y/n. Dating Rafe, getting into the wrong crowd, drugs, drinking, and to top it off chasing down the pouges for their gold.
She was never the type of girl to put herself out there, to make people want to notice her. She was very reserved and kept to herself most of the time. Which is why Rafe took a liking to her.
Normally the type of girls that would be all over him were the sleezy type. Not that he minded, but y/n was a breath of fresh air.
When he spotted her at one of his parties wearing a knee length dress and sipping a drink in the corner he immediately knew she didn’t fit in and he needed to talk to her.
It wasn’t long before he corrupted her. Getting her into coke and almost every other night partying. But he liked her better like this. He felt like he accomplished something by bringing her out of her shell, this is who she’s been all along she just needed a push. At least that’s what Rafe would tell himself when ever the guilt would creep up.
The two of them were laying in bed, the moon illuminating Rafes bedroom, when y/n’s phone rang.
She reached over to see her mothers name flash on the screen. She couldn’t be bothered, it was probably other lecture about staying out late past her curfew and how she needed to come home now. She silenced the call and turned back around, cuddling closer to Rafes warm, naked chest.
As the sun crept in she stretched her tired body and opened her eyes to find Rafe gone. It was typical. He’d usually be up early doing god knows what with Barry.
She reached over to grab her phone off the nightstand, checking her notifications like she does every morning. 3 missed calls from mom and a text from an unknown number.
“You’ll pay for what you did”
Her heart pumped faster as she read the words.
It was probably nothing, someone playing a dumb prank.
“Who is this?”
She typed out the message and sent it, watching as the tree dots popped up.
“Poor y/n, you should have answered your mothers calls. Now it’s too late”
There was a bomb emoji and a boat emoji at the end of the recent message and y/n’s heart sank and she threw her phone with trembling hands and jumped out of bed, tossing on the first thing she could find and running out of Rafes house.
She got inside her car and sped all the way home.
“Mom! Dad!” She screamed as she frantically rushed around the house calling out for her parents.
“Mom!” Her eyes filled with tears and she tore through every room looking for her parents.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” She held the phone to her ear as she dialed her mothers number but it went straight to voicemail. “Damnit!” She tried her father but it was the same outcome.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she rushed out to the boating deck, spotting her parents boat she felt some sort of hope as she ran towards it, only to be blow back and she watched fire erupt from the boat.
She ducked and covered her face before looking up and watching her parents boat go up in flames. She screamed bloody murder as she realized what the text meant.
She tried to move, get out of there, but her limbs felt heavy and her heart was torn as she sat in a puddle of her own tears.
Her phone vibrated and she unlocked it to read the message from the unknown number.
“Told you”
She locks her phone as she stands, tossing it on the deck and walking up to the edge.
She was never a good swimmer, always avoided getting in the water out of fear of drowning. But right now she just wanted to feel nothing.
She took a step forward, looking at the green water and seeing her own reflection she was disgusted. This was all her fault, if only she hadn’t been so selfish and answered her mothers calls, maybe, just maybe, this would have ended differently. She couldn’t stand to look at herself let alone let herself live.
“Y/n!” She heard a familiar voice call out to her before she plunged herself into the water, letting her body drop lower and lower and lower, until eventually everything went black.
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Rafe sits in the hospital chair, watching his girlfriend, his y/n, laying in the bed looking so helpless. He hates seeing her like this and he hated himself more for allowing this to happen to her.
He knows who sent that text and he will go after them. But first he has to take care of her. To make sure she is okay.
“R-rafe?” Her meek voice speaks as she try’s to clear her throat but it’s to dry.
Rafe jumps out of his seat, reaching for the cup of water and placing the straw in her mouth.
He takes a seat on her bed, petting her head as he helps her drink, “shh, your okay baby. Don’t try to talk” he leans in a kisses her forehead. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything”
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dungeonFebruary: a retrospective
here they are, all four maps edited together into a single dungeon over two floors!
it was a lot of fun to draw it, highlights (of both rooms and monsters) and further thoughts under the cut :D
first things first; some rooms
(you might need to click on each picture to read/see the whole thing)
just some personal favorites, rooms 15, 21, and 25 are stolen from references to stuff (if you recognize what: <3), 6 and 20 were both really fun to put together, and room 29 is the last possible trap of the dungeon :3
next up; monsters!
the first two are room spesific, the latter three random encounters, hence the numbers being written different, picking out just 5 to share was kinda hard, but im really happy with theese, yet again some of theese are stolen from inspired by stuff
now; for my thoughts on this whole thing
i had a lot of fun drawing and designing this, so much so that im kinda sad to be done, the ritual of sitting down to draw each day or to catch up on a few days was nice, and i really like designing silly little rooms and filling them with references i know my players wont pick up on
i might pick this format back up for a month or two this year and im Definetly doing dungeon25 next year, but im really happy i did this instead of trying to catch up on dungeon24 in full, doing it this way let me figure out stuff like how i want to format my notes for a larger dungeon, how many extra notebooks ill need (one for ideas and one beastiary, for now), and some general design rules for myself
all in all if you have read this far and think it looks kinda fun i say go for it! you dont need to follow a spesific month/year, thats just something i feel like doing, the point is to have a little creative challange to do each day for a set amount of days :D
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