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caustic-curses · 4 years

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HPHM Profile: Corbyn Reyes

Thanks to @hogwartsmysterystory for this new profile template!

IDENTITY

Name: Corbyn Samil Reyes

Gender: Cisgender Male

Age: 16

Birth Date: 11/15/1972

Species: Valravaan

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Sexuality: Asexual

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ethnicity: Slavic

Nationality: Serbian

Residence: Bristol, UK

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ISTJ

THE MAGE

1st Wand: Pine | Dragon heartstring core | 12 ¾" in length | Rigid flexibility

The straight-grained pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt without protest to new methods and spells. Many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect and perform best for owners who are destined for long lives, and I can confirm this in as much as I have never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. The pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic.

As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

2nd Wand: Ebony| Dragon heartstring core.| 11 ¼ “| Unyielding

This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience, the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.

Animagus: White Cat

Misc Magical Abilities: Parselmouth (currently unaware)

Boggart Form: Being in a hospital gown gaunt and ignored

Riddikulus Form: Dog in an outfit prancing around

Amortentia: The scent of patchouli, rose and teak wood tease the senses while the note of vanilla adds excitement (spicy, the thrill of late summer, mountain flowers)

Amortentia: the earthy scent of a meadow, lavender & coral rose, and the faded scent of butterbeer (Tulip)

Patronus: Cat

Patronus Memory: Camping late at night with Jakov and creating images from the stars

Mirror of Erised: Seeing his mother there, holding him close with a delighted smile of approval and acceptance.

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Caterwauling charm, Confundo, and Diffindo. His favorite is the disillusionment charm.

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Ivan Vuckovic

Game Appearance:

Height: 5’4

Weight: 135

Physique: Average

Eye Colour: dark forest green (D20 on the 1998 eye chart) Left eye is 3s lighter as he is becoming blind in that eye from a spell gone wrong

Hair Colour: deep brown with natural mahogany highlights (noticeable in direct sunlight) styled via French crop with a gradual fade.

Skin Tone: warm ivory

Inventory: He wears a dragon-shaped pendant and a dark brown wooden wrist cuff given to him by Jakov, his wand, and a pair of glasses

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Affiliations/Organizations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Professions: Aurologist and Herbalist

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Charms: ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆

DADA: ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆

Flying: ★★★★★★★★★☆

Herbology: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

History of Magic: ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Potions: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Transfiguration: ★★★★★★★★☆☆

Electives:

Care Of Magical Creatures: ★★★★★★★★☆☆

Divination: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Quidditch: Chaser

Extra-Curricular: Gardening Club

Favorite Professors:

Professor McGonagall -She takes on the role of a mother figure in Corbyn’s eyes. She is stern but only out of a desire to see him succeed. Her admiration for his accomplishments is thus hard-won and genuine.

Professor Sprout - Her gentle nature and willingness to encourage his interest in herbology quickly made her one of his favorite teachers. She is patient and kind, he can always count on her class to be his favorite.

Least Favourite Professors:

Professor Snape - No matter what he does, it’s never good enough. No matter how hard he studies he continually feels inferior. He came to school hoping to escape that type of nonsense.

Professor Rakepick- She’s suspicious. Her methods of teaching don’t sit well with him and it seems as if there are more at stake than just a few house points.

RELATIONSHIPS

Brother: Jakov Callum Reyes | (21yo) 11/271967- Sagittarius

Seer although he never told his family (mother had suspicions)

Woodcarver-aspires to be a wand designer

Is aware that Corbyn is his half-brother

Biological Father: Haedon Knezevic | (35 yo) 4/17/1951 -Aries

Full-blooded Valravan -began life as a raven

Magic is gathered from outside sources rather than from within like wizards

He was locked away under the watchful eye of the Legacies which prevented him from being a part of Corbyn’s early childhood.

Father: Ezekial Reyes | (41yo) 5/9/1947 -Taurus

He married Lilith despite her indiscretions when in his late twenties.

Despite not being his true father, Ezekiel took on the role without question to become the parental figure Corbyn adores. As a role model, he endeavored to teach Corbyn virtues. He can only pray that they stuck with him at Hogwarts.

He was gone often and for long periods of time due to his work. This field of work has caused him to become sick but he keeps this as a secret.

Mother: Lilith Reyes | (38yo) 2/25/1948 - Pisces

Cheated on Ezekiel with Haedon becoming pregnant with Corbyn. He functions as a bitter reminder of everything she lost and of what she could have had.

Lilith is an Ilvermorny Alumni

When Jakov disappeared, Lilith’s smile went with him. A bit of her spirit broke and Corbyn was left with the aftermath of distance and anger.

Love Interest: Tulip Karasu

Best Friends: Barnaby Lee, Tulip Karasu & Chiara Loboscu

Rival: Merula Snyde & Diego Caplan

Enemy: Frith Fuilteach & Seth Drystan

Dormmates: Rowan Khanna & Laurent King

Pets: Midi- Tawny owl

Closest Canon Friends: Penny Haywood, Rowan Khanna, Barnaby Lee, Charlie Weasley

Closest MC Friends:

Laurent King (@slytherin-puffskein)

Dahlia Goldman (@a-bear-at-hogwarts)

Samuel Gabehart (@hphm-ravenclaw-writings)

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

While Ezekiel was away on business trips, Jakov often took over the role of parent. As an older sibling, he was expected to make Corbyn mind the rules while also helping his mother. The more often that this occurred, the more that Jakov began to resent his half-brother. The games they played became rougher and bordered on dangerous. Jakov was a teen pushed too early into adulthood and Corbyn was the scapegoat.

Despite this, Corbyn admired Jakov and looked up to him. To him, there were tense times but that did not diminish the genuine fun that they had. He loved Jakov as did their mother. So when news began to circulate about him opening the vaults, their mother was worried something might happen. This was proven correct when they received that fated letter. She was heartbroken. Jakov left and took her maternal love. Corbyn was left with bitterness, resentment, and emotional manipulation. It was here that he realized vulnerability is deadly.

The Reyes had only recently moved to Bristol, UK when they received the news. Corbyn was 9 years old when he realized his brother would not be coming home. Rumors regarding Jakov joining You-Know-Who or his possible death were hard to hear but he continued to defend his brother to the point of coming home bruised and bloodied.

It was debated but Corbyn was allowed to go to Hogwarts in 1984. It wasn’t because his mother was scared of losing him. It was because she was sure he was a squib because he had only a few magical mishaps. She did not want to be further embarrassed by him.

During the first few years at Hogwarts, he befriended several students who demonstrated that vulnerability can be okay and it is sometimes needed. Not only did he learn some interesting spells but he learned of secrets and rumors that caused him to seek out the truth and eventually befriend Chiara.

PERSONALITY

Loyal: This is to a certain extent. Even if you are friends, he might not be loyal until you’ve proven yourself to be worthy of that loyalty. Sure, it is a bit of a test but once that loyalty is won, it is golden.

Self-sufficient: Due to the nature of how he was raised, Corbyn learned early on that the one person he can rely on is himself. Thus, he has a hard time asking for help in any matter. He prefers to solve the problem himself rather than be indebted to anyone.

Clever: Witty. Sarcastic. Corbyn uses words to cut down others or to trick them for profit. He does this because it's one way to look out for himself. If he can trick you, he will continue to do so for as long as possible.

Vindictive: Being a jealous individual isn’t a good look but he hasn’t been able to change. When someone crosses him or especially someone he has befriended (see loyal), then he’s out to assure that this never happens again. He will find your weaknesses and force you to endure them.

Obstinate: While this can sometimes be seen as negative, he is stubborn in the sense that he knows what he stands for and what he wants out of life. He is headstrong so it makes convincing him otherwise to be a headache.

MISC

Likes: intense spices, herbology, pranking his friends, the idea of courting

Dislikes: bananas, excessively sweet things, The Black Lake, not knowing how to swim

Hobbies: working with magical creatures, cooking/grilling, gambling

#corbyn reyes #hphm profile #about my mc #about corbyn #corbyn reyes profile

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rosieblower · 4 years

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Does University Affect Student Mental Health and Wellbeing?

After being accepted to University, there are a few things that you need to do: register to classes, register with a GP, receive vaccinations, join societies, attend freshers fares, adhere to your new timetable, complete mass amounts of holiday tasks and eventually move in. It was an overwhelming possibility at the time. Still, my parents and I packed everything I owned into my surprisingly spacious, blue ford ka and set off to begin my new life. There were more storage boxes than I could count, the smell of polystyrene packaging lingered and an essential full length mirror split the vehicle in half, so mum and dad had to talk over it to ask me how excited I was.

Before I had chance to answer, we were at my accommodation, unpacking my possessions and greeting my new flat mates. My family, who I had lived with and seen every day of my life until now, proudly said goodbye and that these would be ‘the best years of your life’. I stood in the kitchen with six little chairs, six little cupboards and six little shelves in the fridge, where I would learn to cohabitate and I was unsure whether to feel ecstatic or scared. Instead I felt naked; all that covered me was a complimentary hoodie and a lanyard. I embraced it. I had been identified as a fresher and I intended to live like one. Even after summer, the fun shouldn’t stop so every day went something like this: 2pm wake up 3pm crawl to lecture 4pm go home 5pm see flat mates 6pm nap 7pm get ready 8pm pub 9pm pres 10pm pre drinking 11pm trebles (triple shots for the price of one) 12pm club 1am deep chats in the smoking area 2am after party 3am Maccies 4pm bed.

The University lifestyle consumed me as I attempted to survive, Bear Grills would not be impressed. My exiting English and Drama degree saw no routine, sleep, socialisation or food for weeks. Relationships broke down as quickly as I built them because freshers make friends then disappear for the holidays and we disperse all over the country like a millennial virus. I had never suffered from mental health problems before however, most of my friends were open about this and it allowed me to question my internal thoughts. Despite the struggle, I was educationally productive by devising pieces and throwing myself into work. One exercise occurred early morning for a workshop to help inspire ensembles to create their own piece, in which I and three others were chosen. One student walked an imaginary grid around the studio, one in slow motion, one speaking in a different language than myself, who was running to and fro whilst being prompted to improvise a monologue. It was based on the colour red. Connotations of love, fear and flowers popped into my head and out my mouth, as sweat rolled down my cheeks. I spoke about the taste of my mother’s cooking, how I was homesick because my friends were there and how relationships are irrelevant when you look at the bigger picture. They say the greatest thing you can do is move from your home town as it puts life into perspective. They tell you how wonderful life will be but not about the overwhelming need to visit your dog. Time passed as I scaled the room and an applause from my peers erupted once the other members of my group placed their arms around me. I only registered silence. This was now my coping mechanism... although I was unashamed to ask for additional support.

Entering The Student Wellbeing Center, I felt like a contestant on Stars in Your Eyes. ‘Tonight Matthew, I’m going to be...’ I step out of the lift; the cloud of smoke fades and a horseshoe shaped desk appears with sympathetic faces staring back. I approach Jackie with my fingers in a twist and she thankfully speaks first ‘hello, how can I help?’ I tried to form an answer in my head before tears reached my lips. ‘I’m not really sure; I’ve never done this before.’ The bitter taste of salt allowed me to compose myself as the woman spoke ‘I’m afraid you’ve come out of hours but if you let me scan your student card I can give you some information that may help you’. She handed me a leaflet and I hurried out of there, hoping no one I knew could see me.

The University of Lincoln Student Wellbeing Center offers counselling, academic support, multi-faith chaplaincy and documentation of your visits. Unknowing to me at the time, their drop in sessions are 12-2 Monday to Friday. Their website states ‘University life can be a fantastic experience, but it also comes with its own challenges, see what support is available here.’ It aids all students of diverse backgrounds from each gender, class and ethnicity. Upon contact I was informed ‘any questions would need to be processed and emailed to head office before being published’ and as they are understandably busy, their lack of response allowed me to carry out my own research. When asked ‘has University affected your mental health?’ in a 2019 poll on social media, 908 students voted yes against 93 voting no. This phenomenal response of a closed question shows the scale in which students are suffering from thoughts of self harm, negative ideas and the stress of deadlines. The question caused controversy as some students assume everyone agrees whereas other public members were open to further questions and contacted me with support. It must not be ignored that mental health effects all ages and social groups as an MQ landscape analysis 2015 found ‘1 in 4 people experience mental health problems each year – nearly 15 million people’. To gather an understanding of this population and unpick internal or external factors, I decided to meet those who suffer with mental health problems.

The library is a hive of potential and knowledge with students who gather to create a buzz. Between the honeycomb walls I have built a trust with two individuals who have openly shared their mental health experiences to help others however, their names have been changed for protection purposes. I met Chloe and Ross on my course and from a gendered perspective; they seemed like a good place to begin my research for finding ways in which university affects mental health.

I begin with Chloe by asking if the first year of university impacted her mental health; ‘At first I was in a better mental health state as I had problems at home and moving gave me the independence I needed, then as the year went by it started to deteriorate’. I thought back to when I had my jabs at the student medical center to avoid fresher's flu then the nurse slapped a plaster on after... asking this question felt a bit like that. Chloe continued ‘during freshers I was spiked and sexually assaulted which hugely affected my mental health’. I was already aware of these events; I had been at the other end of the phone when dark thoughts had crept into her head... it was just as hard hearing it the second time. I understand the appeal of £2 mixers in the club, but is it worth it when you leave wrapped in ambulance foil, looking like a jacket potato because someone has spiked you? On the plus side, £4 for two VK’s seems like a safer bet, as you can be more vigilant and protect yourself with a thumb over the head of a bottle. The need for recreational drugs shouldn’t give in to peer pressure and if you take them, it should be your own choice. The basics: always travel in groups, never walk home alone and don’t shit where you eat.

I find comfort in the next question, ‘did you seek help and if so, was the student wellbeing center useful?’ I ask. She thinks for a moment. ‘The waiting times are too long for a consultation. When I went to them, they were disorganized in sorting the appointment as they said it wouldn’t benefit my personal mental health issues’. Instead, she visited the University of Lincoln Student Health Centre where she was prescribed an initial dose of Mirtazapine: 15 mg orally once a day at bedtime. Side effects include loss of appetite and drowsiness alongside the recommendation of avoiding alcohol which impacts social ability if you’re a student. On the other hand, when asked what advice she would give to students who are suffering, she states ‘definitely get help when you feel yourself slipping. You don’t want to go too far.’ I wonder how such a small person handles such problems; I commend all 5ft 2 of her.

On his feet sits a pair of Dr Martens, fishnet tights and black attire stretches the length of his body. As a confident young man and aspiring actor, his assurance was affected when he started University as his friend died of Leukaemia which heightened his depression. Ross states that ‘coming to Uni has damaged my anxiety. I freaked out meeting new people and being in a different environment’. He adds ‘the first few weeks of university were uncomfortable but other than social drinking I wasn’t reliant on substances and improved my mental health on my own.’ Ready to further my education, University was the fresh start I needed therefore, I found it difficult to understand how Ross could move on from such a traumatic event.

Also, I couldn’t help differentiating the response between Ross and Chloe. I pointed this out to him and he nodded in response ‘men speaking about mental health has become a less taboo subject within society however, the practical mind-set some men inhabit, creates barriers.’ I asked him how he felt about seeking help as he shares his experience. ‘I didn’t go (to student wellbeing). I didn’t want to. I have a stigma that I can do this on my own. I sit and say I’m not alright to my friends but that’s about it’. His response supports the statistic that ‘In the UK, men are three times as likely to die by suicide as women. In the Republic of Ireland, the rate is four times higher among men than women’. This reminds me that some students are silent sufferers whereas other students have the confidence to become advocates for mental health awareness as it makes others less conscious when speaking out. University is a social construct and an unnatural situation so there is no wonder some students feel like a fish being asked to climb a tree. I support both personalities when approaching the subject of mental health.

Upon reflection I wrote this article in hope of self discovery, to empathise with others and to acknowledge the scale of this issue through research, facts and statistics. Although this piece seems to address first year students and their parents who may only identify the amazing, life changing experience of university, it is also a possibility that your child locks them self in their accommodation and doesn’t come into contact with anyone for days. This struggle applies to all audiences as every individual has good and bad days or negative thoughts without reasons behind them. The point is to check on your friends, even the ones who seem fine. From a young age we are shielded from the reality of suicide in society and the build up to this is ignoring mental health. The afore mentioned services appear in all Universities and they should be used alongside personal tutors provided by the faculty and the Student Help Desk that will address smaller issues such as losing your student card or solving timetable problems. From experience, first year is adapting, second year is the realisation of achieving deadlines that matter and third year is the worry of a dissertation. Despite the pressure, acknowledge what you have achieved and embrace the experience, because every day is a blessing when you struggle with a mental health problem.

By Rosie Blower

If you have been affected by any issues mentioned in this article please find support by visiting the student minds website: https://www.studentminds.org.uk/findsupport.html

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nighttimelights-prompted · 7 years

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Alright friendo, I make do on my words: What sweet nothings do the Goopmen say? (Dude, I love your writing???? Those sweet nothings were anything but nothing!)

(bless you and your wonderful promise-keeping, with-a-whisper! and to you, sweet anon~. i am more than delighted to have an excuse to muse on everyone’s favorite void scientists… and i’m so happy that you like my writing! it’s a joy and an honor to hear TvT

(also, before i dive in - i’ll clarify that i’m taking the “Gaster isn’t related to the skelebros” stance for these purposes! i do love some dadster content and am happy to work on it and it’s implications, but across the board i like what can be done with Gaster and relations outside of dadster hcs, too - so if any of you would like dad!Gaster content for a prompt you send in, make sure you state it explicitly~!)

UT Gaster:

Former Royal Scientist, long-term Void Resident, absolute fan of all music that can be interpreted to be ‘Classical’, and an utterly hopeless addict to coffee and succulent gardens. Since returning from the Void shortly following the Barrier breaking, he’s been a fan of calmer spaces but ongoing company - he’ll choose to live near some of his dear old friends, and is a frequent visitor (and contributor - he quickly becomes a sought-after editor of scientific magical papers and books) of the now ever-growing monster Library/Libarby. The house he builds includes a spacious dome-like greenroom, largely filled with an exhaustive habitat for beautiful and varied succulents and a small seating area and mini library. He’s found in there frequently, enjoying the natural light, tending to his plants and listening to music, reading, writing, or planning out one of his latest projects. He most adores his closest friends’ and s/o’s company out there, and should you find yourself in a relationship with him, many an afternoon turned starry night will be spent out there in companionable pursuits of your normally individualistic hobbies that are then frequently set aside for clever and winding conversations on the nature of anything that may cross your minds. His words have the undercurrent of someone who has seen and lost too much for anyone to return from, yet gained it back in a stroke of luck and benevolent fate that he will never take for granted.

“I don’t suppose you would mind shifting from the chair to the lounge, would you, my dear? Ah, perfect - the way the afternoon sun falls over your shoulders there… far more fitting for how stunning you are, I’d say.”

“Your insight on the manuscript is as valuable as ever - truly, it’s no wonder I find myself caught in your gaze so often. Your intelligence shines so captivatingly through even in your very eyes.”

“I cannot say that I’m terribly skilled at minimizing how much of this blueprint paper I find myself going through… ah, but I just feel so terribly inspired in your presence. Having you near as I navigate the issues posed by this latest project is… well. Perhaps I could show you some small measure of my deep appreciation, if you would like…?”

Late one night, the very concrete of the street below you began to vibrate with the force of the words falling from Gaster’s mouth. It was a language that had no place in this world, a language that echoed and rang past any physical means and caught in your mind without the assistance of your ears. But still you laid in the street, unable to move your bloodied body for the nearly overwhelming pain that tore through you. Shadows blacker than the darkest night you’ve ever witnessed pooled around you, rising in smooth agitation to encircle you as violet magic wove itself over your wounds, not healing but at the least sealing. You bit down the urge to scream yourself hoarse to try to function through the pain as you managed to focus on Gaster’s form in front of you. His back was to you, and though he had risen to his tallest height, he had bent over slightly in a stance that spoke strongly of a quick-footed and battle-wise readiness. The shadows dripped from his form, flaring outward with the fitted longcoat he wore, pooling under violet light in his hands as more shadows rose from the natural lack of light this late in the night.At the other end of the street, you heard distant swearing, chanting, and outraged extremists congregating to attack once again. You felt a brush of a hand against your cheek - one of Gaster’s floating hands had materialized near your face, and with his feather-light touch gently grounded your fraying consciousness even through the pain. Another of his hands formed to gently hold the one hand of yours that was unwounded, careful not to jostle your arm. You weakly gripped it in return, groaning as the pain lanced through you with a shudder. “You are strong enough to make it through this, my dearest,” Gaster’s voice echoed in your mind. He hadn’t stopped speaking in the strange language that was rising in volume around you, but he had reached out to you through a bond you shared that was only just forming. You wished you could stand by his side, but felt a firm reassuring pressure against your mind in response to that. “No, my love, your kindness and fierceness have already rescued me once today - and now it is my turn to protect you. I swear by the stars, I will see you safe.” He squeezed your hand as gently as you could. “Now close your eyes, and don’t open them until I say.” As his voice faded from your mind, the streetlights in the distance were consumed in darkness - one by one quickly they blinked out, and you shut your eyes tight as a tangible darkness roared past you and towards the group that had tried to kill you both.

One clear night many weeks later found you sprawled on what you had fondly dubbed ‘the cuddle pit’ - and what he had called ‘a greater number of blankets and pillows than I believe I actually own piled in the center of my greenhouse with great finesse’. He held your head in his lap, mindful of your still-healing deeper injuries as his fingers brushed through your hair and massaged your scalp. In the background, piano music played softly through the speakers he had set up throughout the greenhouse, gently surrounding you both with the music as you watched the distant night sky. “The infinite span of the universe around us never ceases to astound me,” Gaster said, his voice soft. You turned your head slightly towards him, your eyes drifting up the plane of his chest and the fused vertebrae of his neck, along the firm line of his jaw. He caught your gaze proper, his eyelights trained on you rather than the sky itself. “The why is a question that often plagues those of us in scientific pursuits… as well as the how, which is of course brash indeed,” he continued, a small self-deprecating huff of laughter leaving him. You rolled your eyes, teasing and knowing, and caught his free hand with your own to intertwine your fingers after tracing the line of the perfect hole in his palm with a tender wash of emotion through you. “I never stray from at least the latter question for long myself… but I find you to be one of the only things that makes that question begin to fade from my mind, even for a moment - while also sparking such a fire in my soul to better discover that very how indeed…” He gently lifted his hand, bringing yours with it, and brushed a kiss against your knuckles. He watched you as he did so, seeming drawn to the visage of you lying so content in his lap, something undefinable perking the corners of your lips upwards as surely as it played a blush over your cheeks. “… Wondrous,” he whispered. He leaned towards you, his face close to yours as his gentle magic lifted you carefully towards him. He held you close, and his forehead brushed against yours with reverence. “You, all that you are… you continue to stitch awe into every line of my being with every moment I spend in your presence,” he said as he tilted his skull to capture your lips in a kiss.

(UF, US, and SF Gaster’s sweet nothings below the cut…

UF Gaster:

Current Royal Scientist, long-term Void Resident, absolute fan of all music that can be interpreted to be ‘Jazz’, and a very deft and devilish hand at puzzles laid through time and space. Truthfully put, those puzzles are effectively pranks - if you can deem frustratingly mindbending traps and endlessly twisted riddles and feats of nearly-cruel mental gymnastics pranks. Upon being freed from the Void after the Barrier fell, he very quickly assumed his former post of Royal Scientist. He did not falter in his quick reaction and stride to erect effective and complicated safety measures around the monsters claimed settlement at the base of the mountain to prevent the needless complication of fearful humans retaliating and finding out firsthand the creed the monsters had lived by Underground. As time passes and monsters integrate more widely into surface society - though certainly with little ease, widespread monster hate abounds and complications continue to rise - UF Gaster continues his work as Royal Scientist but turns to utilizing existing surface technology and vastly improving it to suit magical needs and abilities while conducting a number of his own more questionably acceptable projects on the side. He is not much of one for consistent interaction, but he does enjoy the company of a few close… ‘friends’, so to speak, more so if they are someone who can come mildly close to matching wits with him, and further yet if drinks at his closest friend Grillby’s (aka Grill’s) bar are involved. If you’re his s/o, you are someone who returned cleverness in spades, not falling for plainly laid traps (or at the least recovering with aplomb and learning swiftly), and who most certainly returned bite for bite. Once in that relationship with him, he prefers to have you close, allowing you your own freedom but preferring the time spent in one another’s presence far more than he’ll often admit (things are a bit heated when he does, however). He doesn’t speak for long around others except for a chosen few - and you are one of those, and damn near the only one who can draw him to be as loquacious as he can actually naturally be even in casual settings. If you’re his s/o, it isn’t long until you end up joining in on building these elaborate traps and time/space puzzles - preventing interruptions, testing his assistants, or simply building out on projects and curious scientific principles he’s been drawing you into experimenting with. You look at things differently than he does, and you’ll speak plainly with him - something many are unwilling to do, and he takes an admittedly wicked delight in the way you’ll speak your mind.

“I frankly find it insulting that anyone would consider leaving your presence without hoping for further interaction. Naturally though, it is better for their… longevity to do so, considering my presence, and considering that I will ensure that you are not hounded by the drooling masses.”

“My dear, if you tell off one of my grovelling assistants for interrupting us just one more time, I will be unable to hold back any further and you will find yourself ravished to the point of being unable to work any further this evening.”

“… Something so devastatingly entrancing as your soul comes along so rarely. I wonder what it would be like to hold it in my hands, to breach that fine scientific line of inquiry - to run my fingers along the pulsating core of your very being… what would I find within you, I wonder? And perhaps more pressingly… How would your captivating soul respond…?”

There was a crater in the park’s field now, the ground simply crumpling under the weight of Gaster’s silent rage. He had risen to his full height, one foot slightly in front of the other as his arm had shot outwards in protective line in front of you. You had risen back to your feet despite his insistence, spitting the blood that had welled in your mouth, one arm hanging nearly uselessly at your side as blood dripped down it. Your other hand gripped your phone, your mind working quickly enough to capture photos of your attackers even as you typed out a fast and slightly disjointed - but clear enough - message to Red. You whispered this to Gaster before sliding your phone into a safe pocket close to your body. He didn’t respond physically or in words, but you felt a brief brush of acknowledgement and approval from his magic. Shots rang out across the field, cracking against the crimson barrier he had erected. You both watched as more figures emerged from the forest at the edges of the field. At last, his gaze slanted to you, nearly unreadable in the sneer he hadn’t dropped. You felt his magic swell as he began to speak.“… Promises made and broken by the worst your people have to offer, my dear. I will not risk further danger to you.”Something tar-like dripped from behind a floating hand he had pressed to his torso. His trim longcoat hung with shadows that matched the pitch black of his wound, several bullet holes cleanly ripped through it’s back. Whatever they had put in those bullets was affecting parts of his magic, and his wound simply wouldn’t slow or heal over. Your good hand lifted to his arm, and you gently squeezed it. You trusted him. You knew well what you had stepped into when you had first become involved with monsters, and you knew the violence that would inevitably come with the rise of anti-monster sentiment. You nodded to him.He watched you for a moment longer, his eyelights softening for the shortest of seconds before they sharpened again. You felt the shadows rise around you, arcing over you protectively as he summoned another two hands to support your sagging form before the blood loss could drag you down. Behind that, behind you, you felt the massive weight of his magic increase as something shook the very ground below you. “I will not suffer these dregs that dare consider themselves on equal footing any further. They shall pay for what they have done to you.”Reality cracked behind you as his magic tore apart the laws of the world.

Another time, in the latest hours of the night, you sat atop one of his workbenches as his hands carefully took apart one of his latest projects, seeking a singular part that had overloaded in the latest test run. You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your face as he grumbled threats of violence upon the assistant that had input an incorrect digit on one of his many - now scattered - pages of data and predictions. You hid your amusement carefully behind your cup of coffee, but his gaze shifted from his ongoing work just in time to catch it regardless.“Taking quite the delight in that drink, aren’t you, my dear?”You hummed noncommittally in response, returning his gaze in good humor. He didn’t look away from you as his deadpan expression shifted only slightly as a single bone brow rose. You bit your lip to prevent falling prey to his usual tactics.“Or are you quite enjoying my latest headache brought on by unsurprising incompetence in my employees?”You rolled your eyes at that, shooting him an amused look that said you were as unimpressed with his phrasing as ever.He straightened then, rolling his shoulders once as he readjusted the rolled cuffs of his shirt. His labcoat had been discarded earlier - or rather, left to drape over your shoulders conveniently when you were feeling particularly cold. There it still rested, and you were quite pleased with the arrangement. He eyed you for another moment before stepping in front of you, your legs easily shifting to make room for him as he pressed close.“Well. I do suppose there’s a few ways I could alleviate this headache… if you’re willing to shift your source of pleasure.”You set your coffee down in response. With your own brow raising, your hand lifted to his belt, hooked around it, and you tugged. He pressed closer to you automatically, a smirk matching your own rising on his face as his hands went to your waist. “Your mind twists such devilish puzzles that even come close to rivaling my own,” he commented dryly as your expression twisted in wry amusement. He chuckled as your other hand lifted to his collar. “And even still, you are able to match your own wits even in the way you handle the… physical,” his hands pulled at your waist, and you found your legs wrapping around his waist in return. He smirked as he leaned down, one hand shifting to press at the small of your back as the other lifted to draw your chin upwards. Hints of his magic ran through you at his touch, wrapping along your soul and causing your back to arch as you bit back a soft moan. His mouth hovered over yours as his gaze held you willingly captive. “… Care to continue our earlier experiments then, my dear?”

US Gaster:

Former Royal Scientist, longest-term Void Resident, absolute fan of all music that can be interpreted to be ‘Swing’, and a newly bestselling author (under pen name, of course) of steamy romance novels. It was by his practiced and steady hand that the Royal Library in the Capital became quite so full of so many salvaged and preserved books, thanks to his own methods to save what books were rescued from the dump in Waterfall. His skills in mechanics and soul magic have bled into all aspects of his life even after being rescued from the Void several years after the Barrier fell. He spends much of his time further researching the soul and the dominant traits it can display and the effects thereof, as well as relating his knowledge through both scientific papers and easy-to-read books and novels for the common person without any scientific background. He has since found a love for storytelling and his experience and passion for the naturally deep matters of the soul led him to writing steamy romance novels that now sell extraordinarily well. When he’s not at the small lab he shares with his former assistants Stretch and Undyne, he’s sitting in cafes, coffeeshops, assorted parks, and even the occasional tree writing and reading. If you’re his s/o you’re also found frequently in odd and sundry places, and you may have passed many a night sharing stories and imagined encounters and characters with him, applying alternative mechanics and their implications to the universe in words alone, and almost certainly have ended up having drinks with him at all hours of the night, as nocturnal as you both are inclined to be. He is more attuned to matters of the soul than any monster you’ve met, and that is saying something - his penetrating intuition constantly catches you offguard, even as his s/o… his insights are striking when he chooses to share them, but he is largely more concerned with spinning stories (emotionally founded and empowered thanks to his research) that cause your heart to skip a beat and your eyes to twinkle in that way that he simply cannot get enough of.

“I know the saying goes that a picture is worth a thousand words… too, though, I think that a thousand words could relay an infinite number of pictures. And yet… well, darling, I don’t think either could do a single moment spent by your side any amount of justice.”

“I’m quite aware that the frequently-quoted Juliet’s line runs ‘A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,’ and am all for her honest argument there, but quite frankly there is a delight I take in calling your name, purely your name, and seeing your face turn in a manner I have witnessed it do so by no other sweet nickname. Shall I demonstrate? Perhaps you will be able to help me observe those lovely distinctions…”

“Dearest, you have a streak of fierceness in you that I would trade for nothing under this open sky, and would gladly give up all the words I’ve ever spoken just to see sparking brightly for the rest of the days this world holds for us.”

It felt like something of an inevitability when the shots echoed over the small lake you sat at the edge of. For the strangest of moments, it was as if time itself fell into the moment unwillingly, dragging far slower than it should. Across the lake, you saw the shadowy figure stand levying his aim on Gaster, you the line of his shot and the steadiness of his hand, you saw Gaster himself turning to look behind you both as he searched for something in his bag with his magic flaring slightly in well-mannered frustration at his own habits. You saw the many ways this could play out - and you chose.Time fell back into its normal place as you moved. It didn’t take much, you already were nearly leaning against him - and so you pushed, surprise on your side as you were able to knock Gaster off balance.Even still, that didn’t stop the scream that escaped you as three of the bullets found their home through your shoulder and torso.Perhaps time moved too fast then, because there was a clamor of noise and sights and more as you fell, caught before you could hit the ground. Too many sensations crashed through you and were in turn overwhelmed by a piercing pain you hadn’t been able to come close to imagining before that moment. You found a grip on reality at last though, finding a roar of magic rushing away from you and across the lake as you were held so gently in Gaster’s arms, his face strained as his mouth moved - ah, he was talking to you…“-the stars, you beautiful, mad soul, stay with me, there, there you are - I’m here, dearheart, I have you, please just look at me, don’t look away,” he spoke far more quickly than you could easily understand, but the continuing sound of his voice was helping you focus on something other than the pain. Amber magic rose around you both, folding and weaving with impeccable mastery as you pieced together distant sirens and screams fading. He stepped forward, his voice weaving a heavier magic in your soul than even the actual power he commanded. “I am taking you to the King, I cannot-” his voice caught for a rough moment, but he gently smiled for you, even though you could see the strain around his eyes. “-I cannot wield healing magic, not so skillfully, but he is the deftest hand at it. You’re safe, my love, I shall see to it,” he swore as he continued walking, darkness folding around him as nothing swallowed you both whole. “I am so dearly… I am so, so sorry. I did not… you, you mean more to me than the world at our feet,” he whispered as you both emerged from his shortcut. “My soul sings for you, dearheart. I will protect you with everything I have.”

Laughter was shaking out of you as Gaster pulled you back to your feet in his living room, a bright grin spread across his face, a twinkle in his eyelights.“Come darling, surely you aren’t falling for me all over again?” His brow waggled at the line and you couldn’t stop laughing, leaning into his chest even as you tried to swat at him for his continued affronts. He caught your hand easily, slipping it into his easy hold to lead you in the dance again as the speakers played the music on. “You almost had it that time - let your body take over, it knows what to do, just feel it out and trust in my lead,” he said as he tugged you close, leaving you breathless as your laughter finally faded. You were flushed and grinning as you shook your head hopelessly but acquiesced. He took a step, then another, his hand gently pulling yours in a way that signaled where he was moving, and you tried to listen to what he was saying. Slowly but surely he picked up his movements, stepping to the side and swaying you both quickly in steps back in forth in time with the quick pace of the music. He stepped backward and lifted your hand and you let out another delighted laugh as you twirled under his easy guidance, kicking out your feet to match his own movements once you faced him again, your hips swaying as you let the infectious mood of the music guide you as surely as Gaster did. You pressed in close then, winking at him for the split second you had before he rolled you in a spin outwards and tugged you back towards him, other hand meeting your waist as yours easily met his shoulder. “You’re a natural,” he said, pulling you closer yet as he spun you both around the room. “Your feet are as quick as your mind - and that’s saying something,” he added, leaning in to whisper near your ear. You held onto his shoulder as he leaned further, letting you slide with supported ease into a low dip as the music flared out in its end. You were breathing hard, but a thrill ran through as you realized you had made it through a full song. He was watching you with pride and delight and something much more heated running through him, and your soul thrilled in response. Your hand tightened on his shoulder, and he pulled you only slightly out of the dip, closer to him.“The way your soul is shining right now… stars, it’s nearly enough to pull me to the ground,” he whispered, his face so very close to your own. “The way you speak, the way you think, the way you move…” his voice was dipping low again, a rough edge to it that was stealing your breath away. “My dear, your very existence draws me ever deeper in love with all that you are…”

SF Gaster:

Current Royal Scientist, short-term Void Resident, unexpected fan of all music that can be interpreted to be ‘Ambient’, and an incredibly practiced and gifted artist - particularly enjoying working with charcoal. Through a convoluted set of strange coincidences and fate-laden connections, both Spike and Russ ended up separately as witness to SF Gaster’s very soul being shattered across time and space, and so together and with haunted guidance they were able to bring him back from the Void even before the Barrier fell. Time and space itself could not be fixed, however, so he was forced to start all over again in building renown in the Underground - yet nevertheless became Royal Scientist quickly once more, acutely attuning the output of magical energy from the Core and becoming all the more intimately acquainted with matters of the Soul. After the Barrier fell, he retained his title as Royal Scientist, and operates to both provide advancements in technology improved and suited for magic, as well as further pursuing studying the magic and attributes of souls. He has an incredibly charismatic personality, but one that people cannot fully grasp - they trust and love him and his somewhat dark humor without question, yet if somehow forced to consider matters further, they realize that they know nearly nothing about him. A few monsters are close to him and are able to see more sides of his personality, and if you are his s/o you find yourself among the very select few to see him drop into a state of comfort enough to speak his mind bluntly. You’ll often pull him away from the lab to spend time on a rainy afternoon gazing out the windows with tea or coffee in hand, music playing in the background, wandering and wry conversations twining along time spent casually pursuing your own hobbies while he (most often) draws. His home is on the windy seaward side of the mountain, and his high windows face the rolling cold ocean waves, reflecting evening sun and chopping with beautiful storms that you both feel drawn to observe as you spend time together. On more than one occasion you’ve found yourself included in landscapes he’s sketched in charcoal, an aspect he found too natural and right to not include. As it turns out his home study has a wall dedicated to charcoal drawings he’s done and is fond of, and he has a number of files storing many others. You’ve saved (or perhaps loosely stolen) a collection of others still - he’s spotted them at your place, and the upward twitch of his mouth from his usual deadpan is something that warms you and leads you to teasing. For a number of reasons he prefers you by his side, not the least of which involves your knack for diverting his attention when he most needs it - mentally, emotionally, and most certainly physically. He particularly enjoys the witty volleys he gets into with you, and has a devilish love for flustering you whenever he can, particularly in inappropriate settings.

“I don’t suppose I could interest you in staying here with me in the lab this evening, could I? Even just having you here by my side… it does the most wicked things to my soul, my darling, an inspirational force that I simply cannot help but fall the willing victim to.”

“We do have to return inside, yes, I’m afraid the Queen would surely notice our absence… though truly, I’ll admit that I have all the preferred inclination to remain on this balcony with you, even if all I could do was to be caught in your gaze, and to be so lucky as to bear further witness to the intoxicating sensations of your hands upon me…”

“Perhaps I may offer an amenable alternative. Stay, dearheart, stay here with me. I assure you, nothing akin to regret shall cross your lips so long as I may offer this hospitality and protection to you…”

Night had not yet quite fallen when he rose from the rolling ocean waves with you in his arms, the water sliding away from his form as surely as it clung to yours. Your body rejected the salt and sea you had swallowed, coughing and heaving in his steady, reassuring hold as he swiftly once more stepped onto the high winding decking of the wandering boardwalk. You managed to open your eyes for a few moments, despite the weary weakness that now dragged at your very soul as you rid yourself of the last of the ocean in your lungs. You watched his golden magic easily shield you from the rain falling around you, and drew his eye away for a moment from something he was fixating on in front of you. His skull tilted to better face you, the many telling scarred cracks running from his eyes intriguingly not collecting any of the rain dripping down his face. His eyelights, terrifyingly fierce for the flash of a moment they were not on you, turned soft and caring as he caught your gaze. “Dearest, please let yourself rest,” he said. His voice was low and firm, the lilt of a rough accent you never could quite place a strange balm on your soul. Still, you frowned, knowing him, knowing what he was bound to do - but he shook his head, shifting to hold you that slight measure closer, the thick material of his greatcoat now against your cheek - smelling of the sea, pine, and mulled wine. Despite your concerns you let yourself relax slightly - the thrum of his familiar magic surrounding you, his scent, his voice - they spoke to you even more than his words, lulling you into an exhausted but secure half-sleep. “I shall take care of the loose ends, there shall not be a thread left untended to dare try to entangle you…”As he held you close, his towering form effortless and perfectly poised even as he strode forward with his greatcoat billowing behind him by the storm and his very magic, countless hands formed around him flanked in shadows cutting deeper than the depths of the waves beyond the boardwalk. The hush of the rain hitting his magic above you, the crash of the waves, and his own soft, deep, melodic humming of a haunting song you almost recognized let you fall deeper into unconsciousness, unheeding of the cut-off shouts of the cult of monster-haters who had chased you down and thrown you into the ocean.

Months later found you seated on the sprawling deck on the upper levels of his house, with a view that encompassed the sea - and if you cared to turn behind you, a view of Mount Ebott itself, looming tall at the forefront of a range of imposing mountains. For now, though, your gaze was focused eastward on the sea. Your legs were tucked under you and your hands buried in the pocket of your sweater, the early summer night still chilly as it turned to dawn, the horizon just now beginning to show the hints of paling blue that had the darkness of night slowly slipping away.A large blanket covered your view then for a moment as it swept outwards before settling over you with a waft of that scent of mulled wine you knew so well by now - a scent that grew stronger as Gaster stepped into view, two large stone mugs in his true hands while disembodied ones smoothed out the blanket that he set over you before they vanished in a flare of golden magic.“For you, my dear,” he offered, taking his seat next to you. You accepted the mug gratefully - since meeting him you had admittedly grown quite the taste for his drink of choice, and something he did with his magic laid a lasting effect in the drink - one that only made you fonder of it. You leaned into his side as you blew over the surface, basking in the gentle warmth emanating from the mug. You murmured a thank you as you tilted your head to look up at him. He nodded, a small upturn to his mouth fluttering a range of sweet emotions in your soul as his arm circled you. He took a sip of his own drink, his gaze not wavering from you even as the very edges of the sun began to peek over the horizon. Humming low, a tune that reminded you of ancient songs of the sea and of warning and mystery and a deep longing that somehow could be passed on through generations, one of his summoned hands brushed against your chin. Without hesitation you turned a little further towards him, a gentle smile on your face - this was no early morning for you both, but rather a long-coming ending to being awake for far longer than either of you knew was truly advisable. Still, you knew it wasn’t the exhaustion that had you unable to form words at the expression on his face, framed as he was by the dawning light of the sun.“… We spoke earlier of the implications of all creatures truly understanding the nature of souls,” he said. Your head tilted just a little further, intrigued with where he was going already, and distracting him for the barest of moments with the accompanying shift of your hair and the revealing of a little more skin along your neck and shoulder. “… Your points were truly diverting and of worthy consideration… Yet I have since found myself realizing something.”You nodded in general curious acknowledgement, waiting for him to continue as his gaze slipped over your features, catching on your chest before lifting once more.“Frankly, I would damn the results to the depths and back, if it only meant that I could become truly acquainted with your own.” His free hand resting on your arm lifted to tuck a lock of your hair back into place. It lingered afterwards, drifting along your revealed skin, trailing goosebumps with it. “My kingdom for the single jewel, and all that I suppose… but what a poor metaphor, really, in comparison to how brilliantly your soul shines.”

#undertale prompts #undertale imagines #gaster #ut gaster #uf gaster #us gaster #sf gaster #sweet nothings #gaster x reader #with-a-whisper #i've actually been working on this one for a little while (if you can't tell by the length ahaha;;;)#especially since there's no clear personality/role to 'swap' him with i took a whiel to consider effectively the implications of the /unive #the gasters are all pretty smooth talking though #some are just more pointed than others #bless you both for asking for him #because wow do i have a weakness for gaster <3 #i hope these did the trick~!#i'm curious as to what everyone's thoughts are on them #(oh and i'm working on the raffle winning response as well - this one was just nearly done so i wrapped it up ^^)

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