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nightklok · 3 years

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Why hello it's time for me to be a nuisance and post my detailed Picklegail manifesto after a year of keeping this hidden underground, now it will be raised upground as part of my revenge plan-Under the cut is how I would've wanted their relationship to progress throughout the series-I converted a twitter thread i had into something readable so apologies if some things still don't make sense sdflkj

I like the challenge of trying to keep key elements of the show the same so Abigail won't be introduced until season 4 because I am like this. However, she would be mentioned in passing throughout the series by Pickles. The scene where Nathan mentions wanting to be a regular jackoff in Dethdoubles would probably have a few more lines by Pickles about 'settling down with that nice person you still think about' though the rest of the guys would think it's weird to think that. This would officially start in Snakes N' Barrels Part 2, the scene where Pickles began describing LA.

"Oh yeah, here's where I hosted my first concert in this small club. Got to meet a lot of fans and stuff. Especially this one girl, shit, wonder where she's at now."

This would also kinda explain why Pickles never even seemed to show interest in finding romantic partners throughout the series; almost everyone had an episode where they had a crush on someone even if it never went anywhere in the end. Pickles just never bothered dating because he knew that finding someone genuine as a celebrity was tough and he knew he wouldn't be connected as well as he did with that girl he met back in the 80s. There might also be a scene in Rehabklok where the doctors mention 'letting go of the past', which could also mean both letting go of his trauma from his family and letting go of the idea that he will get the relationship he really missed.

Season 4 comes around and now they all meet. Nathan notices how Pickles looked at Abigail like you would with trying to figure out if you recognize someone.

Nathan: "oh hey was she the chick you went out with back in the 80s?" Pickles: "Ehhh I dunno she is familiar though"

Will it get addressed by the characters? Probably not. Will it instead be painfully dragged out long because the readers will know? Yes, as per the MTL way :D

The two do eventually get some alone time. Abigail interacts with Nathan, Skwisgaar, and him one on one since they're the brains of the band and she wants to get through to them to help get progress on the album. Pickles and Abigail would get more one-on-one time; he especially becomes her translator when it comes to trying to understand what the boys are talking about when brainstorming.

They end up warming up to each other, making jokes, and probably the first time they really did comfy with each other was when Abigail asked Pickles to read the sheet music and he says seriously “I can’t read music”. she laughs thinking it’s a joke (he’s really not)

Abigail: “You know, I met someone back in the 80s who wanted to be a musician but didn’t know how to read music.”

Pickles: “Really? That’s crazy haha wonder if I met em too”

(this is in fact to piss readers off. There will be more dialogue to describe how oblivious the two really are.)

In the background of this, Nathan would be trying to impress Abigail. Her mistake would be beating around the bush instead of telling him upfront, causing very minor miscommunication.

But overall, the progress in the album is coming faster than ever thanks to Abigail's efforts. Though once again Nathan gets the dreams telling him the album isn't ready.

Pickles and Abigail pull an all-nighter to finish one of the last tracks. They get to talking a lot more about their personal lives, finding themselves having quite a bit in common. Abigail mentions meeting a singer back in the 80s who had inspired her to take up music production. After all, it would've been very hard for her to go to college at the time but the man had his own secrets too (being LGBT+ in the 80s) and he somehow managed to be successful. They don't kiss despite the tension but they do fall asleep on the couch together. Nathan sneaks into the recording studio while they're asleep and assumes they're dating which made him quickly back off on trying to flirt with Abigail. It would also make Nathan feel guilty as he realizes that Pickles is still mad at him if he won't tell him about his relationship. However, he wasn't there for that.

He catches the glow of the monitor and sees the album is almost finished. It isn't ready. He quietly attempts to delete it but the light of the monitor changing for him to delete the files slowly wakes Pickles up. He is groggy but then he realizes what's going on and attempts to stop Nathan but once again he's too late.

Abigail wakes up and quickly snaps out of her grogginess when Pickles explains frantically what happened. They both yell at Nathan for destroying their months of progress but Nathan only says, “it’s not ready. We need a better album. Trust me.” But since he doesn’t give a thorough explanation it’s hard to trust him.

Now is Going Downklok. They are in the submarine, Nathan is trying to fix things between him and Pickles but Pickles won’t have it. So he decides instead to let Abigail and him have as much free time as possible.

Nathan just talks about how great Pickles is to Abigail, accidentally dropping hints that she may have known him as the guy from before. And he does the same to pickles though he doesn’t talk to him much anymore and ignores him.

Pickles and Abigail are once again alone at the recording studio, both ranting their frustrations over working with the album once again. Eventually, it carried over to their own personal lives. And finally, they have the braincells to realize that maybe they did meet so many years ago. The room is so stuffy it feels like a sauna and only adds to the growing tension between. It only increased when they tried to leave the studio to remain as professional as possible but one of them instead locks the door. They both end up making out and eventually having sex in the recording studio.

Years of pent-up frustration, loneliness, and overall everything that had led up to the moment washed over. They decide to keep a secret relationship afterward because even though they did find each other, much like in the past, they found each other at the wrong time.

The dinner scene comes up. The two sit feet apart just to make sure no one would be suspicious. Nathan is at his height of frustration because he knows he had to delete the album but everyone is mad at him. He gets a little too drunk, and like the friend he is, outs their Relationship like a drunken wedding speech. Pickles quickly refutes that, instead he screamed at him over broken trust, deleting the second album that Charles had made sure the public wasn't aware and finally decided to quit the band. The news spreads like wildfire.

Abigail is quickly put to blame however it lasted very short since there became other conspiracies surrounding it. Nathan did say quite a lot after all to the point where it’s clear Abigail wasn’t part of the equation. But of course, some people blame her still and she decides to lay low. Pickles has to deal with his own consequences too so he decides to stay at her parents’ place with her as they wait for the news to blow over. While he’s happy to finally be with her, he does miss music terribly. Specifically, he misses playing with Dethklok.

She reminds him he can always talk to Nathan to sort things out but he knows Nathan isn't the type to apologize. The day of the concert comes, things happen as expected in the show. He doesn’t come home because they are in the submarine and he has to explain everything to her through a phone call where he’s beginning to break down, saying he has a terrible feeling that things will never be the same. She tries to calm him down but given how Selacia’s appearance is all over the news, she has the same feeling. They reunite briefly before the funeral.

I haven’t decided on the official ending so here’s ending one:

Toki offers to give up his seat so Pickles can sit next to her. He accepts as he doesn’t want to sit anywhere near Nathan. Magnus seems bothered but doesn’t say anything. There would be a funny scene of them just recreating 'Hello Magnus' 'Hello Pickles' once again.

But Magnus' tension quickly dies down when he hears them whisper to each other. He sees them hold hands discreetly and relaxes.

Magnus: "So I see the rumors are true between you two?"

Pickles: "I-yeah. What are you gonna fuckin' do about it?"

Magnus: "Nah, nothing. Just happy for you, is all."

Magnus does gain Pickles' trust enough to let his guard down by just sharing small talk. When the service begins, MMA texts Magnus over why Toki is sitting so far and how the plan is ruined. Magnus is hesitant to respond for a few moments (regret over what's to come, perhaps?) but he goes through and texts back that there is a change of plans but this plan would be better.

Well, couples would do anything to make sure the other is safe in such extreme circumstances.This plan could be much better, after all.

Ending two: pretty much exactly as canon. Pickles probably a lot more emotional- The end :D

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #abigail remeltindtdrinc #picklegail #my writing #I am surprised i managed to get this down #was it wise to post this when the big talk is the movie?#maybe but its part of the plan I think fskjl #gonna @ this to brendon small as my cover letter to let me be a writer just wait fdjld

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commanderserwin · 4 years

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modern AU; one of us.

[ p r e v i o u s l y ]

↦ pairing(s): erwin smith x reader

↦ @bluebellhairpin request: You said you wanted this, so prepare thy self; a modern!Erwin x reader fix based off that ABBA song 'one of us'. So like they both together but they are really distant and its obvious to others that theyre still pining for each other but they never spend time together - then eventually they do, and they just can't help that the fluff-meter goes way up. I think youd write that well.

↦ author’s note(s): yes, yes, yes, it’s late!! but this is what my braincells came up with after spending hours listening to that song!!! enjoy & thank u !! ♡♡♡

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[ p r e v i o u s l y ]

the day has finally come to make the long drive to the beach, and you couldn’t stop fiddling with your fingers, pacing around the living room, thinking of what to do when he eventually comes. everything is all set but you feel so jittery that you kept re-arranging the things in the living room, in the bedroom, bathroom, making sure everything is fine to leave for the week. you had to keep doing something, to busy yourself over something or you will eventually explode into a mess. you peeked through the curtains, seeing erwin’s car parked from afar, and you immediately pulled away, back to pacing around the apartment.

[friday: seven in the morning.] erwin parked his car in front of your apartment, glancing out the window in a familiar gaze. his feet carried him up to the stairs, his hand hovering on your door in a feeble attempt to knock. the last time he was here, it didn’t end well. both of you could agree on that. erwin could still remember the way he carried himself out of your apartment, crying on the way to his car. the only time he had calmed down was when he entered his own place, and his phone binged with a text from you. he thought it was you calling him back, but it was just a simple goodbye and he cried himself to sleep.

it wasn’t a feeling and a memory he would love to relive.

he wasn’t able to look at you with feeling a lost distrust, because both of you were suppose to work things together. there was only an ‘us,’ and it did dawned on him that maybe that was the reason. he could you drifting away at some time but he brushed it off. he should’ve paid better attention to it and would only hope that if he did, maybe he’ll still have you.

erwin knocked twice on your door, hearing the hurried footsteps from the other side of the door as you opened it widely.

“hi,” you breathed shakily, mustering up a smile as you fixed the living room on the way to your bedroom. it’s been a while since you have somebody visit, so everything is disheveled and messy. having him here in the house feels different and you were thankful for the distraction that the distance between the living room and the bedroom is so you don’t have to look at him. “come in, i’m not yet finished. could you wait here for a minute?”

with that, you exited, grabbing your phone from the couch as you made your way to the bedroom. you closed the door, as you breathed hard from having him here. you didn’t even get a good look on him because you were well aware of the last memory that he was here. or even when he used to come over.

erwin would often use his spare key to come in, knocking his shoes off of his feet as he made his way to wherever you were. his stuff would fill up the empty spaces this apartment had left, and it felt too overwhelming that he was back.

remorse and guilt soon filled you up as you tried to control your breathing, your thoughts flitting to that night. it was such a dick move. and look who wants him back. but it’s fucked, because why would he want you back when you broke up with him? so many things has been lost in the wretched of a night, and you don’t know if you are even worthy of love, of him anymore.

erwin entered your apartment, and it made him smile a little when he looked around. everything still reminded him of you in the apartment, down to the scented candle you had lit, the idle television playing for noise, and the messy magazines and remote on the coffee table. it made him smile because everything remained the same. the colors of the curtains were different, the pillowcases were different, and the only thing that stayed the same was the key hook.

his spare key still hung on it. the blue skin on the key, ragged and used, just like before. and it’s like he never left.

an hour into the drive, erwin peeked at how you opened your bag, voice quiet as you shied away from his blue eyes. "have you eaten breakfast?"

"not yet," erwin answered, hands on the wheel as he followed moblit's car ahead. he turned down the radio, making sure he could hear your quiet mumblings as you pried your bag opened. he flicked his eyes on the passenger seat where you're currently rummaging to find some packed food.

"i've packed a ham sandwich," you smiled nervously, placing it the armrest, as you took out a thermos for his coffee. "and coffee. if you want some?"

"that'd be great," erwin nodded, turning his head as he accepted the sandwich in his other hand. "is this the usual?"

"just like how you want it," you quietly said, opening his thermos so that i'd be easier for him to drink it, and to let some steam up.

erwin nodded again as he turned up the volume, tuning out his quiet rumblings in his mind so that he wouldn't feel too tensed and awkward to be in the same space as you are. he could also feel your awkwardness, as you stayed quiet throughout the drive, aside from the little direction help, or when you make little comments about what the radio was saying, or the mumbles as you sang quietly along the songs. he gripped the wheel tightly, his mind going on and off if he should ask you the question because this might the chance to ask you it. to ask for an explanation, a better reason, for why you left him. he feels a little angry because he could see that you were doing better, but what about him? no matter how many times he has told his friends he's moved on, he's far from it.

he turned the volume down a little when he noticed you dozing off, your head turned to him. he often wonders why it feels like he's the only one suffering. he is hurting so much, even when he shows that he isn't. he rubbed his eyes, wiping away the angry tears because he wants to understand to the depths of the world for you; but he could never. he couldn't find a reason. erwin sighed shakily, turning off the radio for you.

"how could you act like everything is okay between us?"

[saturday: eleven in the evening.] the hotel room is small. it's too small for two people who are trying to find the most possible distance with each other-- avoidance deep in their bones. it sported a queen-sized bed, a sofa chair on one side, a pile of extra pillows and blankets.

"i could get another room," you said, pacing towards the phone, as you hand shakily listened to the receptionist's voice.

"don't bother," erwin sighed, dropping his bag on the foot of the bed. "i'll sleep on the floor."

"really, i don't mind," you talked to the receiptionist as you sat on the bed, closing your eyes in defeat as they have no spare rooms, making you pinch the bridge of your nose. "have you really checked? i mean this a big hotel, there should be an extra room."

the bed dipped under his weight, as he whispered, "just ask for an extra pillow and a comforter."

"i'm sorry," you sighed as you nodded, "can we just get an extra pillow and a blanket?"

the receiptionist agreed, and all you could hear was the dial tone as you slowly set it back on the table. both of you sat there, inches apart in silence. you brushed your hands on your jeans, shuddering, as you looked at him. "we could share the bed."

erwin rubbed his brow, standing up as he picked his bag off of the floor. "why don't you take a shower first? i'll come see levi."

"oh," you gulped, standing up. erwin made his way towards the door, swiping the extra key card as he turned his back on you. "okay."

an hour has passed until you heard the knob turn, his footsteps muffled on the carpeted floor while he placed the key card back on the television stand. he nodded towards you, pointing at the book, "can't sleep?"

"yeah," you answered, suddenly the words on the books a mess. it jumbled all around as you find yourself rereading the paragraphs over and over again, never getting the message of it. you were too busy peeking at what erwin was doing, not really knowing if he'll sleep beside you because you thought he was going to see levi. you thought he was only back to take a shower, then he's off to levi's. but he stayed.

he flopped on the bed after his shower, running his thumb on his phone as he sat against the bedrest, humming to himself. erwin listened to you flip the pages minute after minute as he tried to keep himself awake. finally, he found himself yawning for the nth time, and chucked his phone on the table as he called on your name.

"i'll go to sleep," erwin yawned, turning off the lamp as he turned on his back, wrapping himself in the blanket.

you closed the book on your hands, looking at his back. you palmed your eyes, as you found yourself beginning to cry. you walked towards the bed, gently laying down beside him with still trying to put the biggest distance.

the ceiling has become your friend. it gave you courage as you fiddled with your fingers in the dark, biting down on your lip. you weren't asleep during that drive. you have just started to fall asleep as he whispered that question, and all you could was continue to close your eyes, afraid of the confrontation. his voice sounded so lonely, so despaired, that you found yourself clenching your eyes shut as you rested your head on the other way so he wouldn't see.

courage from the ceiling, and you drank it all.

"i don't act like everything is okay. i'm sorry. i miss you. i don't know what to do, and i'm sorry. for hurting you, for ending what we had, i'm sorry."

"why?"

[sunday: ten in the morning.] nanaba and hange dragged you out of the hotel room, leaving erwin by the bed as he exited towards the bathroom to get ready. they dragged you towards the breakfast buffet, grabbing a plate as they found a secluded table under the shades near the beach.

"have you been crying?" nanaba asked, munching on the pancake as she nudged her head towards you. "we know you've been crying. but why?"

hange kicked nanaba's shin under the table and nanaba didn't even bother to hide it. she yelped, making you smile in tears as you played the night before.

"because, erwin," you sighed, leaning on the chair as you wrapped your cover-up tighter around your body.

"i don't want to pick sides," hange started, as she squeezed your hand with sympathy on her face, "but you did leave him. so why?"

nanaba held your hand while you let the tears fall, closing your eyes as you hung your head over the chair. she leaned in, wiping away your tears as hange squeezed your hand again, rubbing her thumb over your skin.

"i'm so tired of crying," you sniffled, fixing yourself as you heard the men's loud laughter as they tried to find the table where you three were.

nanaba fixed your hair as she dapped the napkin over your cheeks while hange hid it under her legs while making space for the moblit, levi, mike, and erwin around the table. they all didn't miss the way that two people in their group ended up crying during the night; all puffy eyed, and pinked cheeks as the breakfast resumed. they tried to cover it all up, but the tension is too hard to hide when you kept sniffling away, making small conversations with nanaba and hange on your side.

levi joined you back in the buffet, standing beside you as he followed your meek steps moving to get food. he finally cleared his throat, making you stop in your steps.

"you're not the only one hurting," levi reminded as he stood beside you. "i kicked him out of the room when he asked to spend the week there."

"why didn't you let him stay there?" you smiled, covering up your pain. "if you did, neither of us would be crying."

"because you, idiots, need to talk," levi answered, slowly walking away as you weighed his words deep into your heart, "just explain to him. tell him the reason why."

[monday: eleven in the morning.] nanaba led the group towards the shore, while mike surprisingly carried her over his shoulder, walking away as her laughter carried along the waves for a dip in the sea. moblit and hange joined in, while he counted all the things hange shouldn't do, and would just shrug when hange ran towards the sea with a glee. levi followed quietly, testing the waters with his hand as he walked by, giving you a silent look.

you and erwin stayed there for a minute, until he began to follow them under the cool sun. "let's go."

"i'm not..." you shivered, slowly following him with small steps, feeling the water already come up to your waist. "i'm okay here."

erwin looked back, watching you dip your hands making small waves. he shook his head as he offered a hand, "hold my hand."

"what?" you questioned, hand already hovering over his instinctively. you wanted to pull it back, but he quickly grabbed on to it.

his hand felt so familiar as he captured yours, running his fingers over yours as he pulled on you gently. his warmth was what you missed the most, what you often lingered for because it meant safety. it meant love. it meant the reminder of the relationship that was once you two had.

"i won't let you go," erwin tightened his hold on your hand, walking to match your smaller steps. "even if it gets too deep. i'm right here."

his words struck deep in your heart, igniting a shot of pain and memories towards that night and the previous days. you wished that you heard those words during that night; and you wished even more that you should've offered those words to yourself and to himself. erwin glanced down at you, watching your chin quiver as the water stopped at your chest. he felt your hand wrapped around his tighter, as you looked up with anxiety from everything.

"don't cry," erwin whispered, moving behind you as he wrapped his arm around your waist. he placed his chin on top of your head as he tucked your hair on your back, "i won't let go. i've got you."

the water got deeper that what you asked for but erwin was quick to place your hands on his shoulders as he tried to keep the both of you afloat. both of your feet dangled as you moved in closer, raising your chin to speak better. everybody's voices faded out, both of you stuck in your own world as you steadied yourself on his shoulders. his blue eyes pierced through yours, reflecting the waves and even your disgruntled look-- and despite that you kept yourself afloat, paddling your feet to help each other.

"erwin, i'm sorry," you started, your own voice being covered with the waves of the sea, but he listened carefully, pulling you closer to him. "i was... scared. i was afraid i was going to lose myself, with us, and i know that it was selfish because i left you with no reason. but there isn't day where i didn't think of you. i don't know what else to say but i'm sorry, erwin. i'm sorry that i hurt you,"

"if i could turn back time," you shuddered, mixing your tears with the waves. erwin could see clearly, as he brushed your wet hair away from your face, his finger wiping away your tears. "if i could turn back time, i would. but... i just, i'm sorry, erwin. i know you deserve better than me,"

“i waited for you— months and months on, i did, but i got tired,” erwin sighed, brushing his hair away from his face as he struggled to look at you, “you made me think that it was my fault because i wanted this. i wanted us, but you broke my trust. so where do we go from here?”

erwin wiped away his own tears, and pulled you closer when you started to float away, again. you clasped your hands behind his neck, anchoring yourself while you cried before him. the biggest mistake you have ever had for always putting all your worries bottled up until you would make decisions that could only benefit yourself. his words stabbed right through the heart, because you didn’t think that this was how he felt. you’ve broken the most important part in a relationship with one single sentence, that you didn’t even think of the repercussions.

erwin has been always the strongest one; always has been the kindest, the softest, and seeing him in the dark and vulnerable made you rethink the never ending answer to his question. perhaps it was selfish to give it another try. would it be better to let go? this isn’t even about moving on anymore. you’re the only stuck because you wanted to be back to where you were before.

“where do we go?”

the tears have dried into desperation, back into want, back into need. your hands squeezed his nape gently, while you moved in closer making his forehead rest upon yours. erwin closed his eyes, nudging his nose with yours as the ghost of his lips brushed over yours in agony. you licked your lips, closing your eyes as you listened to the waves, calming your heart and your head.

“erwin, i want you back.”

[tuesday: one in the afternoon.] the words replayed in his sleep, in his wakening state as he tried to calm down his mind for overthinking everything that he does now. he doesn't know how he could spent another day with you in this room because of what you said. he's confused because he wants to be angry, he wants to scream into the world for getting his heart broken. he wants to pull on his hair because those were the words he has been meaning to hear for months, and when it finally happened, erwin wanted nothing more than to hide from you.

he covered his eyes with his arms, laying on his back as the phones on the bedside table vibrated with such urgency from texts and calls, wondering where the both of you were.

it is the constant state of debating whether he should give you a chance. he wants to, more than anything but he is petrified for going through it again. but if it doesn't work, then it doesn't.

erwin watched the afternoon sun graced your face as you sleep peacefully beside him, mouth slightly parted as you snuggled closer to the pillow you hugged. this was what he missed the most; the few minutes where he thinks that everything is okay, and when you awaken, everything is back to normal. both of you walking on eggshells even more, as the words repeated over and over again. erwin fixed the blanket around your shoulders, feeling you stir underneath his touch as your eyes flutter open slowly, shying away from the sunlight. when you finally opened your eyes, erwin continued to look at you, his face deep in thought as he weighed his options.

"you don't have to think about it," you whispered in the morning, as you propped yourself beside him-- shoulder to shoulder. "you can say no."

"but what if i want to say yes?" erwin questioned quietly, clasping his hands together as both of you listened to your phone's vibration in the room. "and if we go through it again?"

"then we go through it," you turned your head to him, heart aching at the sight of missed sleep on his face. "but i won't let go."

"how could you be so sure?"

"i'm not, i promise to be better than i was," you breathed, clutching the ends of the blankets, "but i'm not forcing you to say yes."

erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply as he clenched his eyes shut. his mind was become to weary to think any clearer than saying yes— but he wants you back too.

"let me make it up to you," you murmured, grabbing down his hand to make him look at you. "if you will let me."

erwin sighed at how you brushed your fingers through his hair, tucking his longer strands behind his ear as you used the silence to hum softly, still avoiding the never ending pings of your phones.

not minding how uncomfortable it is, erwin scooted to his right, slanting his body as he tried to place his head on top of your shoulder as he rested against headboard. smiling softly, you used your other hand to continue your work on his hair as he played with your fingers for the reminder of the afternoon.

it was like that until moblit gently knocked on the door, his voice muffled by the thick barrier, "please get out of the room, or else hange will ask the front desk for a keycard to barge in."

erwin laughed beside you, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he shook in laughter, grazing his lips on your bare skin as you laughed with him. hope bloomed inside the both of you, up, and up, until erwin wrapped his arms around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck as the sun welcomes a new beginning for you and him.

[wednesday: three in the afternoon.] erwin glanced down while you sunbathed under the sun, your book covering your face as you peeked up from your sunglasses. his eyes travelled from your toes up to your face with a mischievous smile gracing his face, while he handed you a mimosa. "is this how you want to make it up to me?"

you were currently laying on your stomach, propped up by your elbows, while you slapped erwin's leg with your book with a roll of your eyes. "pervert."

erwin sat beside you, drinking his own choice of alcohol, as he watched the rest of the group dunk themselves on the sea. he looked down at you, running your finger through the page as you mumbled the words softly to yourself. he downed his alcohol, gently grabbing your book as he chucked it away near moblit's bag.

when the story was just getting better, you watched your book fly in the air as it landed on the sand. it left your mouth agape, eyes glowering at the blonde man beside you, "i was reading that?"

"read it some other time," erwin cooed, standing up as he brushed the sand off of his shorts as he blocked the sun. "get up."

"why?" you turned to your back, propped up by your elbows, "i'm perfectly fine here until you threw my book away."

"make it up to me by getting up," erwin crossed his arms as he cocked his head towards the rest.

"that's not how it works," you grumbled, holding erwin's hand as he helped you get up from your blanket.

"how do you know how it works?" erwin whispered in your ear as he moved behind you, hands holding you steady on your shoulders as you let yourself be forced to walk towards the blue waters, the sun reflecting on it, as it tinkled your ankles with the cool feel.

"fine," you mumbled, slowly feeling the water ride up towards your thighs, until it hit your waist. you turned around, his hands still on your shoulders as he continued to push you further in. "erwin, i don't want to. i don't know... what's there."

"you're afraid of some seaweed," erwin questioned, moving in front of you as he dragged you by the hand, your feet holding your weight in the wet mush, "but not afraid of breaking my heart?"

"that's not even funny!"

"nor is breaking up with me."

both of you squinted your eyes at each other, mouths in a straight line as you stood your ground. erwin tugged slowly, holding out his arm while you sighed deeply, holding out tightly as he helped you take a step closer to him. you held his hand with both of yours, looking up with worried eyes. his blue eyes share the same worry, as he assessed your eyes that was beginning to tear up again.

erwin felt your hands pry his own open, your fingers turning over his hand in soft touches. his heart skipped a beat, when you placed a small kiss on his hand, rubbing small circles-- the action too familiar whenever he would go to you without any explanation. the same kiss that you would place on his forehead when he would wrap his arms around you, quietly drinking you all in as your mumbles sooth his heavy heart for the day.

for some reason, erwin found himself nodding. he would himself leaning into your touch as you wrapped your arms around his waist, as you rested your cheek on his chest in a tight embrace under the glowing sun.

[thursday: five in the morning.] the sea breeze wafted through the room, painting the room with the soft colors of the sunrise as you stood on the balcony, a warm cup of coffee in your hands. you listened to the seagulls wake everybody up, the lost dog barking on the shore, as the waves upon waves lapped on each other in a gentle morning alarm.

erwin yawned loudly, eyes closed as he stretched his own body, feeling the empty space beside him. he noticed the curtains moving gently with the wind entering the room, until he noticed the outline of your body leaning on the railing on the balcony. he saw you whip your head towards the bed, and erwin couldn't help but snuggle in closer to his pillow as he heard you lock the balcony door.

"good morning," you chirped, placing down the mug on the table, tugging on the blankets to get it off of his body. "do you want tea or coffee?"

"sleep," erwin mumbled against his pillow, pulling back the blankets while you groaned, feeling it slid off of your hold.

"can't. we have to go the hike nanaba and mike planned," you explain, forcefully opening the curtains to let the sun in. you padded towards his side, tapping on his arm as he clenched his eyes shut. "we can't be late. so, wake up."

"lay down beside me," erwin whipped his head towards you, wrestling the blankets off as it fell on your feet.

"thanks," you grunted, picking up the his blanket as you folded perfectly before chucking it at him-- which he caught perfectly, gently settling it beside him. erwin patted the space beside him, his arm sprawled as he watched you shake your head. "no. get up."

"just for a couple of minutes," erwin yawned, propping himself as he latched on your arm, pulling you towards him. he paid no attention to the flicks of your fingers on his own, smiling widely-- as you let yourself be pulled back to him. he sat you down beside his body, holding out to your arm.

his sleepy blue eyes does look so inviting, his warm touch on your skin makes it enough for you to make him drag you down beside him, ignoring the seconds that are ticking away. he yawned for the third time, pulling on your arm, but you stood your ground.

"erwin, please," you whined loudly, as you felt him manuever you quickly, literally pulling you down beside him, catching you in his sprawled arm. he quickly enveloped you tight within his embrace, his leg tangled over your hip while you sighed in defeat.

it feels so nice to be held back in his arms, his sleepy antics making it harder for you to get out of bed for all the days he has dragged you down beside him. you can't help but think if this was all moving too fast.

you turned in his embrace, your cheek smushed on his arm as he closed his eyes, feeling you warm beside him. you tapped on his cheek, whispering, "i think we should take things easily."

"what do you mean?" he whispered back, his embrace loosening up to make you move more. he felt you tap his cheek again, and he lazily opened his eyes, drowning in the sight of you.

"cuddling in bed?"

erwin soothed the furrowed brows on your face, as you pursed your lips, "do you want to hold hands in bed?"

"you know what i mean," you exasperatedly sigh, rolling your eyes while he chuckled softly. soon enough, his eyes surveyed over the troubled look on your face, "erwin, i know that i broke the trust you have for me when i left you. if you would give me chance, i will make things right. i don't ever want to hurt you like that again. erwin, i am so-,"

erwin only held on tightly, placing his chin on top of your head, as he cupped the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. his tears fell freely, feeling the saltiness on his lips as he let them fall.

"if you apologize one more time," erwin quietly said, masking up his tears with a smile as you moved your head to look up at him. he let himself cry in front of you, while your fingers made its way to wipe them away in comfort.

"i mean it," you whispered, pushing away his blonde bangs as his blue eyes glanced at yours. "i would apologize a thousand times."

"too early for tears," erwin sniffled, pulling away from your body as he sat on the edge of the bed. he felt the bed dip under your weight as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, placing your cheek against it.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

it would never be easy for the both of you to start again. it would be hard to regain the broken trust, and at most, it’ll never return to the same way again; but as silence finally settled in the room as erwin cherished the feeling of having your arms around him again, both of you listened to the silent acknowledgment of forgiveness and acceptance.

[friday: nine in the evening.] erwin followed your footsteps on the sand, holding two beers in one hand while he carried his polaroid camera in the other. he followed quietly, his feet crunching on the soft sand as he walked towards where you were. he saw you standing there, feet drenched on the shore as you stared ahead on the night sea. the moon reflection on the water move gently, carrying its soft light on the surface of the water.

“here,” erwin handed you a beer while you whipped your head towards him. he found himself standing beside you, staring ahead. “thought you might need one.”

“why,” you cooed, accepting the cold beer as you walked towards a small tree. he walked with you, both of you settling on the sand as the night begins to come to an end. “are you trying to get me drunk?”

erwin laughed, handing you the camera as you grinned, quickly settling the beer on the sand as you inspected his gadget. “i brought it with me. it still works.”

“it still works,” you repeated, blowing on the lens as you turned it over your hands. “i can’t believe this. you still have this!”

“of course, why wouldn’t i?” erwin softly asked, taking a gulp of his alcohol.

“god,” you sighed, handing it back to him. “that thing’s been through a lot.”

“just like us.”

you pulled your legs to your chest, as you rested your cheek on top of it, admiring erwin against the soft moonlight. he looked straight ahead, almost finishing his beer as you cupped his cheek to make him see you.

“i’m sorry,” the soft whisper from your lips entered his system, as your finger brushed on the apple of his cheek. erwin leaned on your touch, blinking as he listened. “i’m sorry for what i’ve done to us. i'm sorry for what i've done to you."

“i know.”

“will you ever forgive me?”

erwin covered your hand with his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as your lips quivered in guilt. “slowly,” he finally answered, leaning in close, the tips of your noses brushing each other in a soft touch, “slowly.”

then, it was literal sparks. he rubbed the tip of his nose to yours, lips brushing in a dangerous distance as he bent down every so slowly, to capture your lips in his. the taste of alcohol evident in both of your mouths, heads tilting away to give space, noses touching cheeks, as his lips covered yours in a drunken haze full of acceptance and love; while yours placed themselves full of apologies and love. he placed his hands on either side of your neck, guiding himself as he led the kiss into a symphony— his tongue finally entering yours in a shy attempt while you accepted him.

you laughed into the kiss, hands wrapping around his forearms, using it to pull yourself up to meet him halfway. erwin softly giggled, licking your lips as he pulled away, bringing his camera into the scene.

“let’s take one.”

you nodded, flushing your cheek against his with a wide smile as he positioned the camera slightly above the two of you. his other hand wrapped around your shoulder pulling you close to him while, while you wrapped your arms around his waist as he whipped his head to you.

“look ahead, mister!” you instructed, grabbing his chin away while he laughed in your embrace as he counted softly in your ear.

“one,”

“get ready, erwin,”

“two,”

“look at the camera and not at me!”

“three.”

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levi jumped from his seat when he felt your hands squeeze his shoulders, as you shook him left and right, making him scowl while he hurriedly typed away in his computer.

“get your hands off of me,” he seethed, backspacing the words that he mistyped because of your doing. his eyes glanced down at the time, and he couldn’t help but smirk as you stood beside him, waiting for him to stand up.

instead, levi turned around in his chair, his feet banging on your ankles, but still you looked at him with a smile. “hurry up, it’s lunchtime.”

“we have five minutes left,” levi pointed at the clock.

“i know,” you nodded, kicking his chair, “let’s get a head-start on the elevator.”

“are you that excited to see him?”

“whatever do you mean?”

levi squinted at your back while you walked away, quickly reaching down for your purse and phone as you walked towards the elevator despite having no people queue for it. he typed his remaining work, glancing at the clock as he hurriedly followed you to the elevator where you were busy looking down at your phone.

out of habit, he looked at your desk.

he whipped his head for a second time, bending down to look at the new polaroid that now sits against your penholder. there sits a photo of you and erwin, your arms around him with a big smile, while erwin kissed your temple just in time for when he clicked to take the photo. he realized what it was, when, and where it was taken, and he couldn’t help but whistle to himself as it finally answered the question that lingered throughout the last days during the vacation where levi and the others would watch from afar— smiling softly to themselves when hope bloomed again.

#erwin smith #erwin x reader #erwin smith imagine #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith imagines #attack on titan #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan imagine #snk imagines #snk imagine #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #aot imagines #aot imagine

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listless-brainrot · 4 years

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do u have any jet headcanons?? :0 or any freedom fighter stuff in general

ALSO i rly love your blog btw ksfksksk

ALSO ALSO a small jet for ur consideration:

thank you for this BLESSED small jet i accept him with open arms.

i will now return the favor with a LOT of headcanons for both jet and the freedom fighters. like a LOT a lot

and tysm!! i really like your blog too, you seem really cool!!

Jet

-practically Exudes dad/eldest sibling energy. good at being one too

-has a way with kids that confuses others sometimes. in that “knows just what to say to calm a crying kid down” way you know

-his “cool teenager” attitude??? 100% a front. he simply acts this way because he knows he’s got people lookin up to him

-due to his paranoia, when he gets anxious, he often picks at his own sleeves, hence why they’re so ripped. this is also why he chews on his stick/wheat. chronic but subtle fidgeter

-he can’t... read. he can only read some parts of script. this leads to many absurd misinterpretations when things are written down

-extremely crafty and clever!! built his own freakin’ base in the trees!! i like to think that he whittles and carves in his spare time

-often whistles while he works, and since it’s shown that the whistling is a code in canon, probably uses it to secretly talk shit with the freedom fighters lmao

-if you hear a bunch of birdcalls in his forest at night, it’s not because it’s mating season. it’s tea.

-personally i hc him as red-green colorblind. this is The only explanation for the way he dresses. that and also i’d like to imagine that he genuinely doesn’t realize he’s Not wearing brown

-i think he used to have siblings. i don’t like to think about it too hard.

Smellerbee

-can be extremely snappish, but everyone agrees that she’s one of the kindest in the group

-has a sisterly relationship with jet and genuinely looks up to and admires him, there’s a reason why their hair looks pretty similar

-extremely skilled with a knife to the point where, sometimes, that’s all she needs to take soldiers down

-has the braincell of the group most of the time. no she will not share it. go get your own

-the other freedom fighters affectionately call her “badgercoon”. started putting paint on her face to officially live up to it

-she has a birthmark under her bandana! i like to think that it’s heart shaped. only longshot and jet know it’s there

-she says trans rights! when she came out, the other freedom fighters were really supportive once she explained, and she’s been proudly herself since

-is pretty much an older sister to the duke, which was a role she initially didn’t want, until she spent enough time with him to learn that, yeah, he’s a cool little dude

-totally did not teach the duke how to use a knife. absolutely did not do this. sure! pin the knife thing on the knife girl!

-the headband is from her mom. the scrap tied around her arm is actually a part of longshot’s shawl.

Longshot

-selective mute and possibly on the spectrum, only comfortable with talking minimally, even around the freedom fighters

-which is cool, they’ve found that he speaks volumes with his face alone and all have their own little ways of figuring out what he’s saying

-is it cliche to think that he’s the strong silent type with a soft side? perhaps. but this is what i think he is

-he was one of the first freedom fighters jet found, and the two have been extremely close ever since. smellerbee was the second

-archery skills are extremely precise to the point where it could be comparable with the yuyan archers!! the kid is EXTREMELY talented

-so quiet to the point where people often don’t realize he’s in the room. he absolutely uses this to his advantage

-going off of that, he turns up in THE weirdest places. no one can explain it. he was in his hut one moment and is at the top of the tallest tree the next. everyone Hates playing hide n seek with him

-best friends with smellerbee; both often work together as a team on missions, with her close range fighting style and his long range one going hand in hand

-his favorite food is sticky buns!! they stole some during a raid and he’s been secretly craving them since

-the hat doesn’t have any special meaning to him, he’s said before. it’s practical, just like him. though, he’s never been seen without it.

Pipsqueak

-we don’t see much of him but he seems such like a neat, big hearted guy!

-i don’t know how old he is and i’m too afraid to ask. but i’d like to think that even if he’s older than the rest, he gets along well with these kids either way

-his laugh is extremely infectious, even if he does have a tendency to laugh at pretty much everything

-helped with a majority of the base construction, using his strength to carry the wood high up and hold it all together

-maybe he was an ex-earth rumble fighter?? i’m not sure how that would work but he’s certainly got the strength for it

-all the freedom fighters were at least a little scared of him at first, but quickly warmed up to him

-is actually a pretty good cook!! everyone looks forward to when it’s his turn to make dinner (on the contrary. smellerbee, unfortunately, cannot)

-has a strong relationship with the duke, and he’s always lookin out for the little guy, making sure he’s staying in check and not getting too outta hand

-the duke thinks that pipsqeak is one of the coolest guys around (bar jet) and will find any and all excuses to sit on his shoulders. he likes to feel tall!!

-doesn’t remember much about his village or where he came from. joining the freedom fighters gave him a sense of identity again.

The Duke

-due to being the youngest in the group, all the freedom fighters are extremely protective of him

-also due to being the youngest in the group, he’s not the biggest fan of this treatment, and alternates between taking advantage of it and despising it

-no one taught him how to fight like that. he just started dropping from the trees to attack outta nowhere. everyone just kind of went with it

-for the love of god don’t let him around candy. he will NOT calm down for DAYS. jet learned this the hard way

-often tires out easily and can be found napping in various places around the base; the only time he doesn’t nap is when he’s on patrol, and even Then

-only jet and pipsqueak can call him “duke”. the The is very important to him and if you just call him duke he gets mad

-he and smellerbee used to not get along much, with smellerbee insisting she’s no babysitter and the duke insisting that he doesn’t need to be babysat

-now though they get along really well, and they totally don’t mess with the other freedom fighters. pranking?? absolutely not. they’re innocent!

-likes to draw!! they don’t have a lot of paper or brushes, but one time they stole a calligraphy set and the duke proceeded to use it all up in one sitting (his paintings are now hanging in the freedom fighters’ respective huts)

-he found the helmet during a raid once and begged the rest of the group to let him keep it. he’s been wearing it since! both longshot and him bond over important hats

Sneers

-i don’t like him. he had an uncle he could’ve been staying with this whole time and instead freeloaded with a bunch of homeless kids til it wasn’t convenient for him. he gets no headcanons.

General HCs

-all those funny sounding names the freedom fighters have? those were little nicknames once. they were the ones who chose to keep them

-the definition of found family, and will do anything and everything to protect it and their home

-when jet destroys gaipan, the duke and pipsqueak becoming so disillusioned with him and leaving, along with other kids, upset jet for weeks

-them leaving was one of the first things that encouraged him to leave for ba sing se

-he was going to go alone, leaving smellerbee and longshot in charge, but they join him later on, not wanting him to face this alone

-all the other kids who are left can take care of themselves, but that doesn’t mean he’s got to

-despite initially protesting, jet lets them come along, internally glad that he isn’t facing this alone

-though they’re all lost and barely have a clue on what to even do, they settle on ba sing se; the most important thing for them is to be somewhere else that the fire nation can’t reach. this way, they can heal properly

-they heard “impenetrable great wall” and thought that would be absolutely perfect for them!

-they miss him.

-a lot.

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Master List Oct Edition 2019

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This half contains the Yandere Month Special, Classic Undertale headcanons, Multiple AU asks, other headcanons that didn’t quite fit the first half, and franstastic-ideas’ other posts

The first half contains AU-centric headcanons excluding Classic Undertale

franstastic-ideas - October Content (Continued)

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Yandere Month

Oct 3

Frisk is on an ambassador trip?

Mafia Yandere hcs on both our sweet Frans ♡

Yandere King Sans and his Lady Ambassador!

Cryptozoologist Frans but… yandere~

More yandere for me please! have you heard of Echofell?

What about Murder Frans (Murder Sans x Frisk)

Ink x Draw? (InkSans x InkFrisk) but yandere???

Yandere Error x Core?

Horrortale brothers in the least to most nuttiest yandere spectrum?

These are my questions about the yandere skeletons…

Oct 4

Yandere version of the Convergence AU?

Any headcanons for yandere Storyshift bros?

Yandere lamia??

Oct 6 - How about a yandere Frister?

Oct 9

Haven’t really seen much yandere!G!Sans. Could you do that?

Yandere Headcanons on Nightmare and Dream?

If a female touched his lady as a platonic gesture? (Yandere!G)

If G!Frisk somehow found out how Yandere G can be

Oct 10 - Yandere Outertale?

Oct 22

Yandere cuddles with the Swap brothers

What would Yandere Dance be like

Oct 23

So what about a yandere Dusttale story

What would Yandere WraithTale Sans do with Rosalyn

Killing is extremely rare and saved for severe occasions

Oct 24 - If Chara escaped and Papyrus was unable to find her?

Oct 27 - "He wouldn’t sleep until she was found"

Classic Undertale

Oct 1

Imagine Sans never confessing

Frisk & Chara hear a lot of puns and knock-knock jokes from Toriel

Why does UT Chara hate humanity?

Does Frisk or Chara have a backstory

Thoughts on Asgore and Toriel coming back together

Oct 2 - Canon fact or a fan theory, Frisk fell 100 years, after Chara

Oct 3

Some Papyrus x Chara x Asriel hcs

Chasriel and Frans double date?

Oct 4

Frisk and Sans reconcile after getting into an argument?

How about some Gaster x Frisk x Sans hijinks?

Accidentally ripping your pants in front of your S/O

Oct 5

Other than losing Frisk, what does Sans fear?

Is Chara a tsundere?

Oct 6 - Why did UT Frisk climb the mountain?

Oct 8 - Sans’s Reaction to Papara In a Nutshell

Oct 9 - If Frisk did a genocide run and she had to kill Sans?

Oct 10

Frisk can flirt with Goat Mom and canonically flirts with Papyrus

Why Sans was creeping around before introducing himself?

Oct 11 - What are Frisk and Sans’ favorite seasons

Oct 12

UT Frisk as someone who flirts with pretty much everyone

Is UT Sans was a bit more eccentric and wild about his work?

Would Pap ask Chara about letting him in the Royal Guard?

Oct 14

What does Papyrus think of Grillby himself?

Do the Charas like to play with their Asriel's ears?

Asriel will state that Chara "wasn't the greatest person’

How do you think Asriel and Papyrus feel about each other overall?

"Prone to random bouts of stupidity when Chara is involved."

"And they have to share". Do you mean Chara or that one braincell?

When Asriel and Papyrus are competing, how does Chara react?

Chara's reaction to Sans’ secretly trolling Pap online would be?

Oct 21 - Do the skeletons have peeves that their human lover does?

Oct 22

How would Gaster and Sans respond to a third rival

How Frisk/Chara felt about Alphys’ crush on Toriel and Asgore?

Undertale cuddles? o3o I want more of those!

How you think Frans would spend a rainy day

How about surprise kisses? Chara initiating their first kiss?

Would Chara be the one to tell Papyrus about his cooking?

Has Sans or Papyrus seen natural disasters while on the surface?

Would Chara tell Pap Undyne’s feelings of him and the Royal Guard

Oct 23

Can we have some of that Frister cuddles?

What would Sans and Mettaton's relationship be?

In Undyne and Alphys' wedding. Frisk caught the bouquet!

Frisk/Chara receive X-rays. How do their boyfriends see it?

Papyrus with a human anatomy book of undeniable proof

Oct 26 - If Frisk put herself on a near death state to save someone?

Oct 27 - Paps has told a skele-ton of puns in the game

Oct 28

"Papyrus thinks his jokes are better than Sans’s." Does Sans agree?

Do you think that Chara met Dr. Gaster?

Perhaps Sans and Flowey aren’t the only ones aware of the resets

How do you think Chara behaved at first towards the Dreemurrs?

Papyrus' reaction was when he found out that MK was a fan of his?

Oct 29

When you check the family photo, Chara's response would be "..."

Do you think that Chara cuddled with Asriel?

Oct 30 - "Papyrus feels the need to inspect them… just in case."

Multiple AU Headcanons

Oct 1 - More Gpapara headcanons please! Child of the ruins too?

Oct 2 - Frans AUs reacts to Frisk suddenly dying and not resetting?

Oct 6 - Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these AUs or something else

Oct 8

In order from least to most, who are the ten biggest tsunderes

UT Frisk and US Chara when bfs are telling puns to other women?

Minus HT Sans, who are the most protective/possessive?

Oct 9

Skelebros react to someone very openly checking out their ladies?

Soft UT Papara, soft househusband Green, and soft UF Papara

With each Papara and Frans couple, who kissed who first?

Oct 10

Skelehusbands favorite places to kiss on their wives?

What would Older/Married Skelehusbands give to Younger selves?

Seeing his favorite human trying on his scarf

How do the Sanses react once Frisk starts aging...

What would their skeleton lovers react to "that time of the month"?

Oct 11

How do the Sanses feel if Frisk had a previous love interest...

UF, US, and SF Sans and Frisk are pregnant but the girls don't know

Would Soul sensing be the same in reverse?

Aww, man. I was hoping for them to freak out or something

Where do their wives like to kiss their favorite skeleton?

Lol, I can only imagine how freaked out they'd get. :3

If “previous love interest” caused Frisk to have a negative reaction?

Oct 12

Do the Frisks squish their Sans' faces?

What if the first kisses where started by the cutiebones’ lovers?

Do any of the Frans/Papara couples get into arguments

Is there a human that likes the Gaster AUs?

How did each version of Sans and Papyrus go about soulmates

When did the Sanses realize that they were in love with their Frisk?

Chara had to deal with their ex-lover. Papyrus' response??

Oct 13 - Most Papyri refer to themselves as "the Great Papyrus”…

Oct 22 - Frisk/Chara with whom they refer to as a "boy friend"?

Oct 27 - Have the Sanses/Swap Papyruses always liked bad jokes?

Oct 29

Do UT Chara/US Frisk have doubts that the Royal Family loved them?

Frans/Papara confessions where Frisk/Chara confess?

Chara responds to receiving a bouquet of flowers/chocolate

Other Headcanons

Oct 1

Monster Hunter Chara and Monster Papyrus?

Can I ask for FellGFrans? or FellGPap?

Persephone/hades-esque headcanons for both Frans and Papara

Would HT Frisk ever fall in love despite him keeping her captive?

Oct 2

Your pacifist horrortale...but swapped?

Reaper and Frisk as Hades and Persephone X3

Oct 3 - I was wondering if you’ve heard of an AU called Farmtale

Oct 4

A modern war AU where Sans is a spy and so is Frisk

Any HorrorFrans/Papara hcs you could share with us?

About that Lamia AU... what would be the next step to courting

Horrorswap Papara please

Oct 6

Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these aus or something else

Snippets from Feeling Bonely without you?

Wild West AU love triangle between Grillby, Chara and Papyrus.

Skeleton bachelors in the HarvestTale/FarmTale soul events

Oct 10 - Horrorswap Papara proposal

Oct 12 - In Outertale, Sans shows Frisk where shooting stars fly by

Oct 13 - What is Henri's relationship with Frisk?

Oct 20 - What's your ideas about Core! Frisk and Error?

Oct 21

Headcanons for semisolidmind’s Aslyumswap

Narrator-Chara AU headcanons?

“The Villain I Appear To Be,” does Frisk feel remorse for hurting Sans

Oct 22

Swapfell Papara/Frans cuddles?

If the Convergence AU was a Papara reverse harem?

Oct 23

More cuddles! Outertale Papara/Frans?

AUs where Chara and Frisk are "joined at the soul” explanation

Oct 28 - "Chara and Frisk are attached via soul", an alternate view…