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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Hiii love !!! Just another imagine because I'm a fervent fan of your little prompts ! Imagine staring at Joker, a wide smile on your lips. He notices and ask what's the matter, and you say softly "Nothing. I'm just crazy about you." and see his reaction

Not to promote my own content but I’ve written pieces like this before, which I’m happy to link you to if you’d like?

Skkssk this is adorable omgggg ~ what’s that saying, about getting what you deserve? 😉 and thank you! <3 It means a lot that you like the smaller pieces I write! <333 I enjoy writing them <3

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Oh, help you.

You couldn’t stop staring.

He was... he was beautiful. All of the stars had aligned on the night of his conception, so ethereal a being was the man whom you loved. The crisp way of the white greasepaint he had so meticulously applied; those dark blue triangles which only accentuated the sea green of those bottomless eyes which held all the sadness and pain of the world. That macabre crimson smile which did the work for him... those romantic waves of green which brushed his shoulders so gently, in all the ways the world hadn’t.

You were so captivated by the love of your life that his giggling, punctuated by the cutest hiccups that you had ever heard, broke you away from your silent reverie gently. You had never been able to say no to him, a siren was he.

“What? What is it, Y/N? You have such a lovely look on your face.”

“I’m... Nothing.” You shake your head, as if to actively dispel your thoughts from your mind, “I’m just crazy about you.”

Joker smirked lovingly, a glitter of mirth in those eyes you knew and loved so well. “Oh, yeah? Well, how about you come sit and tell Joker all about it?” Joker uncrossed his legs with a shifting upwards bounce of his hips. At the same moment did his smirk widen as he shot you a lascivious wink and you felt your entire face heat up as Joker patted his lap and simply sat staring at you.

Who were you to turn down such an obvious challenge as that?

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dark-imagine-robots · 4 years

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Semi-Dump for Reveritale!

If the word "Megalovania" (sans' fight theme) has word definitions to it, then what are the word definitions for "Teralazing" (spinswap Papyrus' theme).

I mean, since Reveritale goes along most roles to spinswap, it doesn't bother me if you guys say Imago is gonna "Teralize" a person, but I can't quite make due with words that have no meaning or no definitions.

I can only find meaning in the word as combined root words ((Which I very much did with Imago's short name and real name)), which Terr- is a Latin root word for "earth, land" and -ize is English for "to render, make".

It can make some since since Imago is a Skeleton Demon and Skeleton Demons are from the ground too, or the fact everything takes place Underground.

But I'm also doing a thing on my own with my Reveritale au where it follows a certain theme that the original Undertale story somewhat follows.

To put it this way to shape out the theme I'm somewhat following for Reveritale, ((since I don't actually know the word for this theme)) I'll explain the names of certain characters of the Reveritale au...

The royal family of the original Undertale story are called the Dreemurrs, which in turn sounds, or obviously is suppose to be, the word Dreamer/Dreamers. The royal family of the Reveritale au are called the Fantastis, the last name for them does not related to the word "fantastic" or "Fantasy", but it's actually connects to the real word "Fantasist".

Another example name, and one that's a little on the nose somewhat, is Reveritale Gaster's name "Illuseem". Of course it's suppose to sound like the word "illusion", but it's also relating to the phrase "Not who they seem". Since Gaster is suppose to be a caretaker and father, but he never differentiated his own son as just another scientific project and saw Imago as something to exploit for study instead of an adopted son of the royal family.

Last and most primary example name to the theme is both Imago's short name and full skeleton demon name, along with the au's name.

Imago's full Skeleton Demon name, his real name, is Gaioharmr. His full name consists of two words, Gaio meaning "happy or making people happy. gleeful" and the word harmr meaning "hurt, pain; evil, grief,sorrow; insult". While his short name Imago, a scrambled our word from his full name, means "an unconscious idealized mental image of someone, especially a parent, which influences a person's behavior."

The au's name "Reverie" means, "a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream."

From these, you can kinda get the theme I'm trying to go for in the Reveritale au. As much as Teralazing sounds neat and is the thing people know about in terms of a Papyrus taking an evil role/chara role, Imago's Theme name would actually be another name that somewhat goes along the lines of Teralazing and that's the word "Tantalizing", meaning "tormenting or teasing with the sight or promise of something unobtainable." and/or "exciting one's senses or desires." Which is more fitting to the theme and would make more sense with Imago's interactions with Imago and then how Imago takes control last minute in the pacifist route after the Genocide route.

Hehehe, I don't mind you guys still using Teralazing, but the theme name is gave is Tantalizing.

((Kinda updated his first sprite since his claws poke out of claws and cheeks are brighter now. If you wanna know more about Reveritale or see other dumps for it, just go under the "Reveritale" tag on my blog. Or leave an ask for questions.))

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hashslingingcatboy-blog · 7 years

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Another largely uneventful close. Sundays always seemed to be a bit of a drag that way. Since they hadn’t had any customers for at least the last hour, Red encouraged Byron to get everything cleaned up early, and soon all that had to be done was to lock the front door and turn the sign around. Once that was done, Red locked everything up and the two monsters went their separate ways, Byron lighting up a cigarette as he walked. Since it had been so slow, he decided not to go straight home to his apartment near the Resort, instead wandering back towards Hotland proper.

“Come on, Ronnie! Hurry! Mom said we gotta get back before supper!”

Not-quite-15-year-old Byron huffed and puffed as he tried to keep up with Clarisse, stopping to catch his breath and shift the backpack full of stuff from the Dump.

“Claaaair, slow down! I can’t keep up, this bag is heavy!”

She just turned to look over her shoulder at him, grinning. Nonetheless she leaned against the wall to let him catch up.

“You can’t keep up anyway, slowpoke. Maybe you oughta volunteer at Blook Acres, I bet they could use someone to chase their snails!”

He stuck his tongue out at her, but laughed anyway, even as he panted from exertion.

“Hey, you might be faster than me, but I can freeze you out any day. Besides, we still got time before dinner. Can’t we slow down a little?”

She laughed, lightly shoving him as they walked along at a much easier pace.

“Alright, alright. Just don’t drop those action figures, will you? The last thing I need is for Batman’s head to pop off again and get lost in the mud.”

“From what you’ve told me I think the guy’s lost his head already.”

“Shut up!”

The two siblings kept laughing, shoving each other and continuing their banter as they headed home.

With a sigh, Byron flicked his spent cigarette away, sending it spinning off into the abyss before stepping onto the elevator to the lower levels. He hesitated a moment, then pressed the button for the second level, deciding to take the long way to the bottom.

“Hey, who’s that?”

Clair turned to look at where Byron was pointing. In the next room was a young human, probably just a couple years younger than the pair of them, gazing at their reflection in the water and lightly picking at a torn spot on their leggings. The older cat monster frowned.

“I have no idea. You wanna go say hi?”

“Sure.”

There was no sense of caution as they approached the stranger. They didn’t see reason for it; after all, the late Princet had been human. The Dreemurrs had welcomed them into their home. And even with King Asgore declaring war in the wake of their death, and Queen Toriel’s self-induced exile shortly after, that didn’t mean all humans were bad. Chara had been well loved in the Underground! Who was to say another human couldn’t have the same fortune?

The Purrish siblings approached the human with a pair of friendly smiles, and Byron raised his hand in greeting.

“Hi there! I’m Byron, this is–”

Suddenly Clair shouted for him to “look out!” as she shoved him to the ground, as a white-slippered foot sliced through the air where their heads had been moments before. They both rolled to stare at the human as they pirouetted back into third position, before shifting their stance and leaping forward to strike again. Byron’s eyes went wide and he squirmed out of his backpack to shove his sister back and roll out of the way.

“Move!”

Byron blinked out of his reverie as the second elevator thudded to a stop on the first level of Hotland, and as the door slid open, he quickly strode out, shaking hands fumbling for a second cigarette as he tried to steady his breathing enough to inhale. He tried to focus on something, anything except for that night in Waterfall.

Byron huffed and nearly fell over himself, trying to dodge kick after kick and, usually, failing, even as he hurled magically-formed snowballs and waves of frost at their attacker. Everything he threw at them, they just seemed to bounce back, leaping and twirling at him and Clair as the two monsters tried to divide the human’s attention. He ducked under a wave of X-shaped bullets that the human had effortlessly leapt over, only to

I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind, I love my sister more than I love my own life, I will choose her happiness over mine every time, put what we had aside, I’m

standing at her side now, Byron had one hand on Clair’s as the two of them fought in tandem. Their HP was falling dangerously low and it was getting harder to keep up with the relentless child. Byron turned to his sister, his other arm wrapped around himself, as if trying to keep himself in one piece.

“Clair, we–we gotta get outta here, you’re hurt!”

One of her three eyes had swollen shut, and she snarled, adjusting the beaded bracelet on her left wrist. It seemed to fill her with new resolve, and she gripped his hand a bit tighter.

“We can’t give up, Byron.”

“But Clair–”

He couldn’t finish his thought as, suddenly, the darker-furred paw in his yanked him down, just as the kid sprang towards him, dust trailing after them as it was shaken from their pink tutu. The kid slid to a stop, kicking up dirt and pebbles and sliding along their knees, earning another tear in their tights. Gritting their teeth, they spun back to their feet, charging towards

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory is this where it gets me on no that’s not right this is where it gets me on my feet the enemy ahead of me if this is the end of me at least I have a friend with me

“Clair!”

Byron’s cry was hoarse as his sister jumped in front of him, taking a blow meant for him, and he watched in horror as she collapsed, flung to the side like a ragdoll. Tears from more than pain pricked at his eyes and he scrambled to stand in front of her, between his closest sibling and the figure attacking them both–for a moment, he wondered what made them the monsters when humans were capable of things like this. But he only had a moment, quickly raising his arms to block a kick aimed at his face. What would Clair do? Thinking fast, he used his ice magic to fortify himself, to raise his defense.

“HELP!”

gloria where are you gloria don’t lose your faith to your lost naivete weather the storm and don’t look back on last november when your banners were burning down gloria viva la gloria send me your amnesty down to the broken hearted bring us the season that we will always remember don’t let the bonfires go out so gloria

“NGAHHH!”

Byron’s head snapped up at the primal roar as the youngest member of the Royal Guard came barreling into the cavern at his cries for help, and in his distraction he was swiftly kicked aside. That told the fish monster all she needed to know, and her eyes widened at the human. Quickly, she formed a spear from magic, and with a wave of her hand, a wall of them sprang up from the ground to prevent the human from springing towards the Purrishes once more. The two were a flurry of motion as attacks were flung back and forth.

A magical spear at last stopped a child’s murderous dance and, as it flickered away, they collapsed. Their savior kept one hand pressed to her left eye and told Byron to take his sister home.

listen close to everybodys heart and hear that breaking sound hopes and dreams are shattering apart and crashing to the ground i cannot believe my eyes how the worlds filled with filth and lies its plain to see evil inside of me is

on the rise of the slight hill leading to Snowdin from Waterfall, Byron’s sister collapsed again, this time wholly unresponsive. Panic clogged his throat as he shook her, trying to wake her up.

“Clair? Clair, please…please wake up we’re almost home we’re almost there it’s just a little farther don’t give up you have to wake up we have to make it home by dinner remember?”

No response. Swallowing thickly, he lifted her, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and his arm around her waist, carrying her as best he could in his weakened state.

nice cream think of nice cream and butter pecan and that stupid little drawing in your wallet dont think of that dont think of that it was years ago clair is fine now dont think about it dont

“remember how I learned ice magic ‘cause of you? You’re so much faster than me and I gotta keep up now you have to keep up we’re almost there we’ll go faster if you wake up please wake up Clair please don’t fall down you can’t die on me I need you to think of good things I need you to��

think of the human who made it out think of how nice they were how they listened to your bitching how they did their best to help you even if it was just for a little while even if they had to kill to go

home was just a few steps away, and Byron had to shift his sister on his shoulder to open the door. Their mother started to berate them for their lateness until she saw her children’s injuries, and the sound of the casserole dish crashing to the floor was

deafening like the waterfall where you go to drown your thoughts where you want to drown yourself but you dont dont think of that dont think of dying dont think of how

Clair was laid out on her bed for hours that stretched into days, even as Byron never left her side, even as one mother barraged her with green attack after green attack, even as the other frantically called the Hotland Lab for any sort of hope. Everyone knew Mrs. Drake had gone there after falling down, and maybe Dr. Alphys had some advice, but it wasn’t long before

she stopped answering she didnt have an answer she didnt know how to save her she was scared you were scared mom was scared mama was scared and ammy was too young to really know what was going on but she was scared too because so were all of we but clair was unconscous she felld own and it was your fautl you couldnt protec ther it w as your flaut and you could barely see her breathe and you couldnt breathe and you cant breathe and you cant

breathe

Breathe.

Breathe!

Byron gasped and panted, his whole body shaking and fur on end and tears running down his face. With a choked sob, he staggered to lean against the wall, sliding down to sit on the ground near the edge of the river. His head tucked down between his knees and his claws grasped at his ears, tail curling snug around his ankles as he struggled to calm himself down.

“Tra la la.”

His head snapped up to see the ferry pulling up to dock. The River Person turned to face him as that gentle voice continued to speak.

“Bad memories ebb and flow. Good memories don’t erase and replace. But they do ease the hurt. Things you enjoy make good memories. Have enough good and the bad doesn’t weigh so much.”

Byron couldn’t think well enough to respond, so they continued once more.

“Something you enjoy done in good company can make better memories. I love to ride in my boat. Would you care to join me?”

Slowly, he stood, then strode forward in an almost dreamlike state to board the little boat. The hooded figure turned to glance back at him, then they took off, idly chatting to him in that cryptic manner they were so fond of. Eventually, they returned to Hotland, and as he climbed off the ferry, the River Person gave him a few parting words.

“That which falls down must always rise up, even as the inverse may also be so. Even as we stumble we find our feet again.”

He just blinked at them numbly as they sailed off. But they were right, he realized, much calmer now as he lit another cigarette for his walk home.

Clair woke up after nearly two weeks. Byron had been at her side, as always, and asleep, but he stirred at her voice. He thought he was dreaming again, at first, until she spoke again, and his eyes snapped open.

“Byron?”

He sat up so fast he fell out of the chair, scrambling back to her bedside.

“Clair, oh my god, we were so worried, there was this human and you fell down and I thought you were going to die we all thought you were dying and–”

“Where’s–wait hold on shut up a second–”

“Oh, crap. Sorry. What, what is it?”

He took her hand, staring up at her expectantly as she took a moment to form the thought, studying his face carefully, finally opening her mouth to speak.

“Did you remember to grab that backpack?”

He blinked. Oh, she was serious. As what she said sunk in, tears began to spill over fresh, and he burst into laughter so forceful he could barely breathe.

“Clair, you…god, you freakin’ idiot.”

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