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riverdale-retread · 11 months

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Riverdale S7 E5 Tales in a Jugular Vein

We open with the three unwise men of Riverdale who fancy themselves the key authorities of the “situation” - Clifford Blossom, the high school principal, and Dupont from S4 that they keep giving more names to that won't stick in my memory: His first name is apparently Friedrich. It’s not even Freddy, it’s Friedrich like he’s some sort of kaiser. In any case, the Blossom patriarch as the source of all evil in this town asks if Ethel has been silenced.

Yes, she has, quite literally - the nuns at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy have imposed a ‘vow of silence’ which seems like a euphemism for literal physical muzzle (Poor Ethel). The parents are all very concerned about the murder of the Muggs but the three wise men are not. They are also confused about why it is that Sheriff Keller is continuing to chase down this ‘milkman’ that Ethel saw as well as the murder weapon. The HS principal seems not to know that this is Sheriff Keller’s actual job, but Dupont (Werther? Whatever) says that the real problem is COMIC BOOKS.

I don’t think these old farts understand how very incompetent Sheriff Keller is. He’s the man who forgot to check the time of death on the coroner’s report. Ain’t no way he’s finding the murder weapon.

And he has a whole batch of them to toss on the table, the topmost of which is The Pit Of Tyranny. Which is what these three men are, sitting together all close in dim lighting. (Are they going to have a threesome after??)

Dupont/ Werther hates comic books, because they are the source of all violence and iniquity in the world, so he is going to make everyone in Riverdale focus on them.

Jughead meanwhile strolls into the offices at the publishing house looking for work. He is just so happy to be working as a writer, across all universes! So adorable. His asshole publisher who always puts out the most terrible terms - a full issue, 21 pages worth of stories, no errors, by tomorrow morning! - and Jug is just bright eyed and bushy tailed about it. “Plenty More Where That Came From!!” Super eager Jughead is so cute - “I wont let you down!” with the finger POINT.

The publisher hands him a stack of potential stories, advising Jughead to talk to Bernie about them. The extremely paper wasting way of listing these little A03 tags, 3 at a time, in single index cards is very luxurious to me.

Boxer, Vigilante, Organ Harvesting

Man, Woman, Cult, Rocket

“Gosh Bernie, all these stories have been done to death!” Jughead says. Aw Riverdale, you’re so silly when you get meta. Is this actually the writers’ process at Riverdale, the Show? Because this was actually a fan theory I saw go around - that they literally just throw darts at the wall and then weave the stories together from keywords. Is Roberto trying to tell us something about his “process”?

Just in time, his girlfriend (Because Veronica is his girlfriend now, right? She certainly enters the room like she’s the girlfriend) Veronica comes over, calling him her “Little Tortured Genius” as Jughead is typing away. She wants to go see Diabolique, but Jughead is being very intense about his deadline and says maybe they can go tomorrow.

The idea that Jughead thinks is GENIUS is “stories about teenagers in high school.” And his ideas grow to things like Witchy Lunch Lady, Creepy Janitor, “Homeroom of Horrors.” Jughead is completely enamored by his own ideas.

I really need to take on Jughead’s attitude about work, maybe. The way he phrases it - “Al has asked me to take on an entire issue!” makes it so sound like he is adored and beloved and trusted, rather than being exploited.

On second thought, no.

Jughead needs to be more like me.

In any case, Veronica takes what he says at face value. She wants to help him, so Jughead tells her with enthusiasm about his first story, which is about gym class (“What’s scarier than gym class?”). The narrator in Jughead’s special edition is a very unhinged looking unkempt old man, a ‘creepy janitor’ with a bunch of keys. Jughead even got one of the artists to draw a mockup for him. He’s really good at this, worming his way into this publishing house!

The first story is called Keep Your Head in the Game.

And this is when I got attacked for a second time by this, my favorite television show, because they came for my throat. Poor bespectacled Asian Dilton is called “the runt, the klutz, the pipsqueak, half pint, short, near sighted and uncoordinated.”

STOP TALKING ABOUT ME!

He is the last among a row of boys who are being forced to uselessly throw a projectile so it lands in a specific arbitrarily designated location. (I hate you, all sports. I hate you, all games that involve throwing things at me.)

Nobody can leave until everyone makes a basket which Dilton can’t. OMG. My PE grade depended on making a certain minimum number of baskets in gym class in Germany, and I almost failed it, but I kept at it with such bloody minded Korean dweeb determination that even though I definitely failed it, my teacher wanted so to go home that she gave me a C. This is so personal.

The Coach makes the other players run laps while Dilton desperately tries to make one lousy basket. Of course, the one most immediately pissed off about this is Julian. He threatens Dilton as soon as the lap running starts, then slams him against the lockers at the first opportunity. Actually though, I decided during the course of this confrontation that Dilton would deserve what he got, because Julian asks him a very important question: Why are you even here if you can’t make one stinking basket? Dilton idiotically wants to be part of ‘the team.’

Dude.

Dilton.

Dude.

Don’t be stupid.

Julian pushes Dilton into a locker, while all the other boys let it happen. Including Archie. Archie is like this in every universe - he doesn’t think this is correct, but other than voicing a sort of weak objection, he doesn’t actually do anything to solve the problem (Flashing back to the infamous birthday episode with Jughead. Does Jughead the writer of this tale really not remember the OG universe?? HMM??). Dilton is desperately screaming inside the locker after Julian threatens for a second time to kill him.

Dilton it turns out is morbidly claustrophobic, which somehow leads Dilton to suffering a psychotic break. The day shift cleaner lets him out, but he steals the fire-rescue ax to hide in the same locker until he can pop out and get rid of them all. Covered in blood, Dilton is next seen in the basketball space, easily making a basket. The coach is all atta-boy until Julian’s decapitated head rolls to his feet. The coach turns his head to see six decapitated heads, all wearing Chuck Taylors, sitting impossibly upright in a row on the benches, their hands demurely in their laps.

Hahaha! OK so this was funny.

The heads are all neatly stacked in between basketballs in a roller container. The next head that he picks up is Archie.

Veronica is all about murdering jocks. She especially likes that Julian Blossom got his head chopped off. Jughead wriggles a bit on his round butt which he does when he’s being excited and smug. He explains that Dupont/Werthers (et al) don’t understand that comics are actually very *moral* forms of entertainment. Rule breakers get punished in these horror stories, as do people who are cruel to others, as well as people who have lustful sex.

Veronica calls him Juggiekins (SQUEE) when she asks him to elaborate on what he means by lustful sex.

Jughead says that it starts on a ‘dark and stormy night’ exactly as the night outside in Riverdale starts to get stormy. The next story is called “Love You to Pieces.” The “young strapping man” Archie Andrews knocks on the Blossom mansion door to explain that he has a flat tire to Nana Rose. He asks to stay the night, to which Nana Rose generously says he can keep himself warm by the fire.

There’s a very wholesome looking portrait of Cheryl that Nana Rose and Archie share their tea front of. Nana Rose gives Archie a warning - he must stay in his room with the door locked all night, because Cheryl is an aggressive compulsive boy-molester. Archie is immensely excited about this. He leaves his door not just unlocked - he leaves it OPEN, then sluttily lies there with his shirt off. What we have is a Rocky Horror Show type of sequence when Cheryl comes in to kiss him. She won’t let him light a candle, then they flop down to the bed together. (This is apparently what Jughead thinks sex is).

What the heck is Jughead’s problem with Cheryl? The cruelty of this story about Cheryl (as the audience knows her) is a bit shocking. She’s definitely trapped in the house. Her family members definitely sexualize teenage Cheryl. She is definitely cursed. And he’s using all this against her? JUGHEAD.

Next morning, Archie is very pleased with himself as he bounces out of the guest room. He sees a very ominous looking veiled young woman looking out the window, but he doesn’t say anything to her. As he scarfs down a generous looking breakfast with Nana Rose, he proves himself to be a real asshole. Having been told not to fuck Cheryl and then having done it, he wants NOW to know what’s wrong with her. Apparently it’s fine if he just took advantage of a crazy girl (“What exactly is wrong with her, a mental illness?” he says as he cheerfully chows down.)

Veronica does not like this story whatsoever. Jughead says it might be a “curiosity killed the cat” story or maybe even a safe sex story (even though that phrase wouldn’t be coined for another three decades). Ever the smartie, Veronica sniffs out the Jarchie angle to all this, directly pricking at Jughead with “I’m hearing that Archie and Cheryl broke up” and that they didn’t actually have sex. Jughead pretends to not be shooketh by this news and the realization that his resentment of Cheryl getting to fuck Archie before him was what was motivating this story. He says, “Well, who can keep up with all the horny teens at Riverdale High?”

It’s only when he is told that what Cheryl has is a physical illness which is contagious - LEPROSY - is when he is upset. Nana Rose is immune because she was ‘exposed’ to it as a child but of course, Archie wasn’t! Then Nana Rose gleefully tells him that it “was no accident that brought you here.” The nail in the road was Nana Rose making sure that Cheryl would ‘relish’ her last days on earth (because she is soon to die). “We’re going to be together forever and ever!” Cheryl says as she comes from behind to grasp the terrified Archie by the shoulder.

Jughead Jones is pro-food and anti-sex but he’s also pro-making out with Veronica.

Anyway Veronica tells him the point of high school is for straights to chase each other. Jughead is just too far up his own ass to catch the hint, so he moves directly to, “Girls will do anything to get boys’ attention” to which Veronica, now thoroughly bored because the lustful sex story turned out to be an anti-sex debacle, glumly retorts, “Including feigning an interest in comic books, apparently.” Jughead is not listening to her, at all.

Jughead the writer next turns his poison pen upon the blameless Betty Cooper. Or is he? Because honestly his descriptions of her are so completely wrong as to be comical: “Plain Jane with the ponytail mane. Sweater set waiting for better yet. Whom none of the boys seem to sic their sights on.” I mean, in the real world of the 1950s AU, Betty was targeted by the lying asshole Kevin as the perfect unwitting beard because she’s the prettiest girl in school, and no guy who can ‘get’ and keep the prettiest girl in school can be gay, right?

Anyway, in Jughead’s story, even though he calls her Betty, this girl is not Betty in the real world. She goes to the hair salon in tears because nobody wants to take her out. The drag queen (is it the same actor who is playing Janitor Key Keeper?) hairstylist suggests that Betty gets the beehive. She suggests that ‘girls in Europe’ are doing it which is immensely enticing to Betty. The thing is, according to the hairstylist you can’t ever wash your hair again once it’s in a beehive. It can only ever be hairsprayed (Aqua Set). Betty objects on hygiene reasons - hair should be washed every other day or at least once a week! - but decides to give all that up for the joy of being beautiful.

Jughead the writer has a thing for Dad joke level puns - he describes the girls of Riverdale as being “gangrene with envy” at how fabulous Betty looks with her new hairdo. Cheryl is upset, and so is Veronica, so when they run into her spraying the hell out of her beehive in the girls’ bathroom, Cheryl attacks first. She calls Betty “ponytail princess” and the haircut “ridiculous” and Cheronica laugh meanly about it. This turns out to be the very first time either girl had paid any attention to Betty, so Betty figures all attention is good attention. She “started needing it, feeding off it.” Veronica is in blue-white polka dots, Cheryl is in red check, but Betty is in the same blues-and-yellows of the bathroom!

The hairspraying is out of control, but the heavier and more shellacked her hair becomes, the more boys are attracted to her. Julian wants to carry her books to class. Archie wants to go out with her on Friday. Two nameless extra boys just wanna stand close by and stare! Betty doesn’t even accept Archie on his first pass either.

She does develop a bit of an obsession with the hairspray. Sitting very Wes Anderson-like in her yellow-green living room, dead center frame, in her yellow-greenish outfit, she is spraying and spraying. Betty never washes or undoes her hair, instead spraying it further before going to bed. The narration says something VERY BAD HAPPENED as Betty’s window throws a huge spiderweb shaped shadow over her sleeping face.

A week later, she and Archie are finally on a date! Pops says that Betty has always been a peach when Archie implies she’s suddenly become good enough with the hairdo change. Go Pop’s. Can I just say I hate the word GINCHY. Is this an actual word from the 50s or did they make this up for Riverdale? I refuse to look it up. Archie insists on using it TWICE in one sentence - he calls Betty and her hair both Ginchy. Ugh.

The song called “I got Stung” comes on so they go out to the dance floor. Archie is the dorkiest dancer of all time but Betty seems to be having a good time, until she suddenly isn’t. She is coughing up foam! She’s having a fit! Archie looks so horrified. The narration comes in to say Betty is now DEAD.

Veronica is super not amused by this conclusion, which I think Jughead put in there for her benefit because he just got done talking about how these stories in this horror comic are actually all morality tales. She takes issue with it, in the beautifully spruced up space she created for Jughead to live in. “What’s wanting to look good?” asks Veronica, looking absolutely perfect beyond all reason. She also says that men do the same thing, turning themselves into he-men.

Heyyy Doctor Curdle Jr. is the coroner! He finds Betty very beautiful with a fascinating hairstyle. He cuts the top of the hairdo off, which unleashes a torrent of spiders down Betty’s beautiful dead face. Black widow spiders ate their way through Betty’s skull. Well.. okay. The Key Keeper bursts in to tell us that “beauty is only skin deep and vanity kills.”

The thing is, even though she doesn’t appear to like these stories, Veronica is still annoyed that she hasn’t had a starring role, unlike Dilton, Cheryl, Archie and Betty. The fact that Dilton is included in this list is interesting, isn’t it, given the relationship, both shown and implied between the other universe Dilton and the Rivervale Dilton and Jughead? She specifically asks a tale romantic in flavor, which is not at all the flavor of what Jughead has been writing all evening NOR who he writes for, but then because Veronica is actually gay her thoughts skip directly from romantic → focus on female friendship.

Asking a man who has written about spiders eating into a girl’s brain because she got a fussy hairdo one time to write about “female friendship” is a recipe for disaster. I will say, Jughead does sort of start off on the right foot - he suggests a story where the girls in a love triangle do NOT go after each other’s throats. This brings Veronica’s hopes up too much though (“Now you’re singing my tune!”).

This last story is called, “My Better Half.”

Jughead really dislikes Archie in this universe. Like, a lot. He sees Archie as a really dumb slut (both terms derogatory). Are we absolutely sure that Tabitha did a complete mind wipe? Where does all this hostility come from? The story starts out with the Key Keeper (who has a wicked case of sunburn or rosacea or whatever) coming in too close, way too close, to call Archie “a half wit when it comes to decision making.”

I object to this. This is unfair. Highly suggestive is what Archie is and has always been. When Julian tells him to ask Cheryl out, he does. When Cheryl tells him to write Betty a poem and start wooing her, he starts out to do exactly that. And so on.

The multiple choice question Archie is struggling with is the choice between A. the girl next door, or B. the rich starlet-socialite. Betty in a pale blue headband and white neckerchief looks like Disney’s Cinderella, whereas Veronica looks like a Betty Page type seductress with her severe haircut and dark red lipstick. Archie chooses C, both of the above.

MWF are Betty, and TThrSat are Veronica days.

In a super modern innovation, Archie tells both girls that he’s dating the other one, and both girls allow this to happen. Veronica thinks Betty is a smelly tomboy and Betty thinks Veronica is a vapid airhead. This is exactly not at all what either of these girls are so this choice is interesting. (Is Jughead pulling his punches because Veronica is right there looking at him type?) Archie just doesn’t have the brains to explain the concept of polyamory I suppose, so his way of coping with the objection from both ladies is to tell each that she is his favorite.

Julian wants to know how Archie gets away with it, and Archie calmly offers it up. This is in matter of fact Archie’s actual philosophy of life a lot of the time: You tell them what they wanna hear.

He even gives them his best line - You’re my favorite. (Doiley gets yelled at because he tells Archie this is not three words, but four.)

The three girls at Riverdale are in the bathroom, fixing their make up. Veronica in black polka dots, close fitting, with a black handbag. Cheryl in a flared skirt red-and-white dress. Betty in pinkish dark check with a black belt. Of course, Cheryl is the one to start shit, while standing between these two girls, by asking Veronica who will be her date for Valentine’s Day. She calmly continues to do her make up while Veronica and Betty have at it.

Veronica calls Betty “dumb for such a smart girl” and a “charity case.” Betty calls Veronica “fragile,” “desperate” or “crazy.” Veronica is furious at being called Fragile, so she fights back with “high strung” and then they're lobbing intimate things they’ve learned about the other from Archie. Betty takes Alice’s sleeping pills because she can’t sleep. Cheryl turns around to call both of them fools. Betty carries a white handbag, by the way.

Archie says that he ‘s taking his MOM to Valentine’s day because it’s her first Valentine’s day without her husband. Both girls are completely moved, but also get their punches in. Archie asks them what they’ll be up to, to which both say they will be at home. They go on a girl’s night out on Valentine’s Day.

And guess what? Cheryl!!! It’s Cheryl that’s Archie’s date for Valentine’s day!! They see them in the Diner! Veronica is immediately about to go do some confronting, but Betty stops her, saying she has a much better idea. Immediately the next day, both girls approach him at once (I love Betty’s outfit with the contrast belt and the white hairpin) to offer a threesome. This is something that Archie must have been working himself up to get them to do, because as soon as it’s offered he says he knows the perfect spot. But they’re setting him up so they get to choose the location. They invite him to the shop room because it’s soundproof.

Because Jughead is the one writing this story, the girls set up the shop room with TONS of candles. (Has there ever been a good fandom post about Jughead Jones’ candle fetish? Because it’s a really persistent theme. Please share). They’ve even set up what looks like a bed on the floor of the shop room, as well as a record player. Veronica and Betty are speaking in unison using identical dulcet tones. They give him a thermos of coffee which is apparently delicious, even though Archie says he doesn’t “need the boost.”

I have been living a very sheltered life because I didn’t know that caffeine caused priapism but then Archie is an unusual bird. Archie does feel strange immediately - there’s a funny Looney Toons type of doi-oi-oi-ing! sound effect as he tries to ‘shake off’ the effects of whatever they’ve drugged him with. He collapses.

When Archie regains consciousness he’s strapped to a table. It turns out the sleeping pills were what knocked him out. “A problem shared is a problem solved” the girl tell him, calling each other B and V. They turn on a huge saw to “double their fun” as Archie screams and screams as they slice him in half. The camera is completely doused with blood.

Veronica wants Archie’s top half and Betty wants his bottom half. I wonder why this choice? Veronica is a breast girl, and Betty is a leg woman?

Jughead wants to know what Veronica thought of the ‘tag team twist’ at the end. Veronica is not pleased. She says that the sexual politics of his stories are troubling. She interrogates Jughead for demonizing women, to which Jughead says she is overthinking it. These stories are meant to be a gas etc. She just doesn’t like these stories.

The thing is, I don’t think these stories are misogynist so much as anti-sex. Jughead is very puritanical and judgmental at the same time - he finds all these people’s aspirations (retaining the desire to be part of a team even if that team isn’t nice to you and there’s no team that calls for your specific strengths, wanting to have easy sex that doesn’t mean anything, wanting threesomes, wanting approval and admiration for shallow things from others) all really dumb. He wants to punish people for being vulnerable. He’s like a lot of solitary, self conscious overthinkers - he finds other people nakedly going after things they want painful to contemplate, and so he is mean spirited about them.

The main mistake Jughead made here though was that the story he wrote with Veronica as his lead wasn’t flattering to Veronica. And Veronica’s mistake was hoping for something like that from a man writing in the horror genre.

I snorted when Jughead mentioned Arthur Miller and Marilyn Monroe as somehow aspirational because I know what happened with Miller after Monroe died (he wrote a whole play where he called his ex wife a great piece of ass, which, great. Super classy. Yup.) Anyway they’re broken up now, over Veronica not liking Jughead’s writing. He is sad about the break up between them. Jughead is also worried about accusations about ‘corrupting the youth of America’ via comic books.

Friedrich Werther (Dupont!) has made good on what he said to the two other Unwise Men at the start of the episode. He’s written a whole editorial on the front page of the Riverdale Register about the dangers of Comic Books: Slaughter of the Innocent! It actually appears to be a fully written article that’s being used as a prop. It ends with “I am asking for a call of arms. We must attack our attackers. No one likes a fight, but the fate of our children hangs in the balance.”

Werther absolutely does not have children, so it’s the usual huge red flag when childless men go on about ‘our’ children. The other major thing that has happened is that Four Horses Have Escaped From Farm (this is also a fully written article. Apparently, nobody was injured, but the children did neigh at the horses , which confused the farm animals. What?)

We cut to the principal reading his boyfriend’s article out loud to their leader Clifford Blossom with great absorption. “Our children are being seduced by sex, by violence, by depravity.” Blah blah. Clifford - who is mayor by the way - says this crusade against comic books is going to be a nice distraction from the still unsolved Muggs murders.

Back at the comic book business, Jughead is told by the publisher that his work is “incredible stuff.” When Jughead says he needed a win, Fieldstone guesses that it’s girl trouble. Jughead tells him he had a “sweet thing going with this one gal” and she didn’t like what Jughead was saying. The publisher does not care what that means, and instead offers a byline (not a bonus, not a cover) so Jughead’s name is going to be in print! The publisher names him Jughead JUGULAR Jones. Featherstone promises that girls come and go but one’s name in print makes people sit up and take notice. Apparently this is going to set Jughead on a collision course with Dupont (Werther! Whatever!).

I am sad that Jeronica is over, though I do like the way it just sort of fizzled out because they ran into an incompatibility that they could not find a way to overcome rather than Archie or Betty causing them problems, which I appreciate. And you know what - the fact that Jughead just can not stop thinking about Archie fucking other people makes me think the Jarchies have it right after all.

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greenpanda-djg · 1 year

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My issue with AI art.

Here's some things I've heard/read online from ai bros etc and here's what conclusions I came to. I have no idea how AI actually works same way as how I don't know how every intenational law of by heart. I've seen people who HAVE understanding of what it is from both sides the for and against.

But I'm one of those people who doesn't read the terms of service before I agree to acess my new iphone so- from the information and what others have said this is what I think.

Like crypto currency, nfts and pryamid schemes it reeks of scam,

Its easy to abuse. There is no safety nets for anyone involved and just seems as another fancier complicated way of saving an image of google and posting it on instagram for likes and follows.

"It's learning from Artists, not stealing."

Okay where is this LIST of artists that donated their artworks to the system? Where is the credit.

Instead of a # Ross/Draws or # Loish/ instead it only tags as the art style.

Because no one can OWN an art style instead of the artist used to generate this image its #pastel art. And no one can own an art style so its used as a ploy to AVOID criticism. To comes across as better to beg for forgivness than permission by using art style and being sneaky about it makes it come across as they are blatently stealing and plainly sorry they got caught not for the act. If you really care about artists you would credit the ones you stole to make a gross amalgamation of instead of reducing all that artists work and labour to an art style.

"Its an art tool."

Its too [how can I say] open world. There is a difference between posting your art on an account then deleting it later, but the program once an image is posted is open to everyone. Instead of being a tool like design doll, or making your own brushes on an art program its like anyone can invade and highjack it. Its not an indiviual program once its in the date because if you upload anything your are giving it permission to take that image and 'learn' from it. And with that- from the previous statment. Did any artist CONSENT to their art being put into this program? If I saved an image of Iyla kushinov and posted that in the AI even tho I am NOT that person does that not count as being unethical?

"Its public domain."

only artists seem to know this, and none artists have this entitlment that I've noticed. But there is a give or take system, If I upload on a website I trust there wont be too much abuse but I'm aware that yeah someone can save/take it but no matter what I know I can keep drawing or show the proof of my art in WIPS and concept stages. Me posting on a website it has its own contracts and agreement, in doing so by uploading making content getting engagment actually builds up revenue for the website as both consumer and creator its a give or take relationship. Even with artists online we learn from each other but understand the logical agreement to not 'steal' but take inspiration. I can look up ethan becker and study his work but maybe he can come across an art piece of mine and might copy the colour pallete. Its a beneficial enviorment where everyone is on the same page.

Even tho its public artists have a history of being protective of their work, no one likes art thiefs/reposters or tracers even to the point of calling people out and even cancelling bigger artists for tracing or straight up stealing.

Also if its public domain, then where does the line stop? Does that mean I can take AI art and take that as my own, its public domain? That means any ai art I like I can just save the image, change it slightly and take it as my own. Want to complain? its public domain.

"Its no different than reference." There is something called HUMAN ERROR. We make mistakes, even if we are looking at a reference hand eye coordination sometimes doesn't project this clearly. So many artists draw things that look nothing like what they had in their head but come up with something they ended up liking. We cant make a perfect copy, or even looking at references from the past, memories are a fickle thing and we misremember or think something looks one way or another.

I could think of a circle, then by drawing from memory create an oval. Then it progresses into a new shape intiarlly. Just by mistakes, by doing it wrong by accident.

Ai is designed as a computer, numbers and codes to do it as it is. There is no time for error or even experimentation. Halfway through a painting artists CHANGE their mind and change the colour, or experiemnt with brushes an ai wont do that. They would do what majority of other artists have created to make it look nice.

Ai is as limited in this, and without experimentation it just wont work.

For example, realistically, every artists is told anime art isn't 'real art' and not to use it. And yet its the most popular art style constintly used and even making its way into animation.

We were told to use red green blue. But artists use cmyk instead.

We were told that red and green are complimentary colours and yet we always pear red with Teal or blue and make purple.

Its not the same because like free guy, even if you add a ton of shit into the image that small 'code' is the source of an art piece that had no consent to being there and its unmovable and inchangable. No different that a diformed collage with too many fingers and chair legs.

"It doesnt Steal art jobs."

It doesn't steal, but it does change the market value. Art prices have dropped from $80.00 to twenty, the more quantity or easier it is to get something makes it harder to make a living as others will be forced to make their work cheaper to get commisions. Its going back on humane working and almost forces artists into unworkable enviorment to keep up with commisions keep it consistent and to be payed by the hour and enough money to earn a living. Its basic marketing 101 the more quantity the lower the value.

Its already used in conventions used in spaces when most artist sell their artworks/prints.

As well as video game developers are now using it as a shortcut to make art and even imply that human art is obsolete.

source:

Legal aka daylight robbery is what it is.

I know this might come across as wrong and not a complete comparison, but the awful condictions proffiting of labours of others work and taking all the gain without lifting a finger, makes it feel like artists are more like sweet shops. Getting pennies for doing all the work and getting NOTHING in return.

And the worst dangerous part.

The dangers of Ai, including Deep fakes, ai voices, proffiting of dead actors.

E.g Deep fake of robert downey and Tom holland in Back to the future.

From a glance you cant tell, with time AI will IMPROVE.

Look not to be a nutter, but with the way the internet is going this is a discussion to be had. With deep fakes, ai generated voices taking real photos and blending them together. It sounds fun and non-threating. But I can't help but think, with how...lax companies are when it comes to the porn industry and other really messed up stuff.

And the thought of so many kids on tik tok, their videos photos selphies then add onto ai generations to create certain types of content. Either to add their faces on a model or to change the face to make it harder for anyone to detect.

For example, if someone posts their girlfriend on only fans and profits of that video in revenge p/rn and other things happening, would the deep fakes make it harder to detect CP and other stuff will ai consider that and would people who are really detestable immedietly think of doing that?

I'm uncomfrotable talking about this, but giving that it IS a possibility - that there is no safety nets with AI, that it admits on the tik tok anime filter app it was taking your selfies and taking it without consent.

Source: Tik Tok app accused of data mining, stealing personal information.

Already the internet is a wild west of a landscape where so many things slip under the radar. Such as your email adress being taken and sold to the highest bidder and constantly recieving spam mail >.<

And the other best part, tampering with evidence. If improved you can get someon conviced of anything with an audio of a confession.

And last note.

Artistic expression, of freedom. Trying to monetise, and calling it a democracy that art is now reduced as less than human and we need to get "Real jobs." Makes you realise how much everyone looks down on artists.

But most art has mostly been used as a form of protest, expression, a call out, satire and something used as a tool to critic 'society' to reduce that feels like some dystopia type shit.

At the end of the day, I dont ai will work. There are TOO many holes in it and its too open a program. I'll admit that I agree its calling out artists for drawing the same anime picture over and over because if I can't tell its ai and all art looks the same, means that everyone IS pretty much being stagnent in artistic expression I'll admit as a whole art has gotten stagment and complacent in its style so to seperate from AI might actually make people go out there way to be indivdual.

I doubt AI wont have mistakes, would you watch a movie knowing a BOT wrote the script? I wouldn't.

Sure you can tick the right boxes but it wont hit the soul, its a quick fix but as time goes on you'll realise how lacking it is and it'll affect everyone in the long run. Take a look at movies, media, video games. Most have either gone on hiatus or not as good as they used to be, both from nostalgia but also the lack of stimuation that humans need to be ingaged is missing and makes everyone bored, and prone to being more annoyed for their time being wasted.

AI art sounds great, but like Onceler cutting all his trees down, the long term has too many issues that arent being addresed.

Already most AI bros and others overly complicate and make statments that make it seem as if they are just agreeing with anything for free art but dont realise that it deserves criticism.

And yes artists have had issues with AI and instead of listening to IMPROVE this so called 'art tool' just steam roll over artists and tell them to shut up and accept it. Is another reason why artists think AI sucks and anyone affiliated with it is just scum.

Sam does art generators VS copyright.

An artist DRAWING on a livestream had her progress stolen completed by an AI bro and THEY the Ai bro tried to accuse the artist of stealing their work.

Source

Heres is Loish opinion on AI art.

Now there are people who steal peoples work and 'finish it' with ai and take full credit. Its just more fires in this space first tracers, reposters and art thiefs NOW aI theifs who then accuse the artist of stealing. [How is AI postive when its filled with scumbags like this???]

Then an artist gets accused of being ai and is then told to CHANGE THE artstyle oh sure we'll accomodate the robot, we're hurting its feefees by stealing its unique artstlye.

The fact that AI was a TOOL TO HELP ARTISTS feels like a knife stabbed in the gut and then they have the nerve to say "Why are you upset? Stop bleeding your being dramatic."

But what else is worse is copyright.

As artists online, we have a protection of use to create fanart/fiction/videos without being sued by disney from drawing such characters. By strangling AI to protect OUR content can easily double back on use and make it diffuclt for us to make fanart/get engagment and might lose our space.

As of now the world is getting smaller and more cramped and its going to be difficult to navigate. But with the way people go on, and have no comprehensive thinking, we have to simplify and dumb things down and draw a line in the sand the right/wrong left or right.

I'm against AI it sucks. And anyone who has any other opinion is complacent and part of the problem. If that makes you angry your part of the problem. And dont bother talking to me my opinion wont change.

#ai #a #i #aiart #ai art #AI #AIART #AI ART #ART #ai art generator #i fucking hate ai #aiartcommunity #ai image #ai artwork #ai art community #ai art discourse #ANTI-AI

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firstkokon0is · 3 years

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love ur writing so may i request koko, draken, chifuyu, sanzu and the haitani's reaction to reader wearing other boys jacket,,,,,

omg first requestttt thanks for requesting!!😫

koko, draken, chifuyu, sanzu, ran and rindou reaction when they saw you wearing another person’s jacket

w; grammar errors and slightly suggestive to sanzu

KOKO

tbh wont mind it but will ask you why u didn’t ask for his jacket instead

and a lot of questions

“who’s jacket are you wearing?”

“was it from a girl or a boy?”

“i dont want to be cold too but just tell me if u really need it”

those questions never really came out of his mouth, those are just questions inside his mind

“dont you want my jacket? smells like me tho…… just asking” he scoffed

you ended up wearing his and he will offer to return the previous one that ur wearing to the owner

“hey this is yours right? thanks man….” prolly the coldest thanks ever

“koko he’s just tryna help dont be cold”

“but i thanked him”

lowkey a jealous one but again he would mind it if u have a valid reason like

his classroom is too far away

you got cold in the middle of discussion

valid reasons are must bc he dont want to think that ur trying to make him jealous

DRAKEN

another person who wouldn’t mind

bc we know he’s always busy to mikey

or he’s far where u cant just call him for a jacket

but if he’s just close by and he saw you wearing someone’s jacket he will look at you up and down

“who’s?” he asked

“what?” you asked back

“that jacket? is that yours? you bringin your own jacket now huh” he mocked

“nah just borrowed from a person bc you look like you’re freezing” u mocked back

“you know what y/n just ask for my jacket im right here and return that to whoever because they might need it too”

“well uh draken can i borrow your jacket?”

he finds it cute so he lend his to you

“see, you look more cute in my jacket”

overall a chill one but ask for his jacket next time

will make u keep the jacket until you get home or just give it to you

so you wont ask for other people’s jacket

CHIFUYU

he exactly know what is happening

perks of shoujo mangas

wont act right away tbh bc he dont know how to react

until he found himself standing in front of you

“yes chifuyu?” you concern

“y/n who’s jacket are you wearing?”

“uh my classmates, why are u jealous” you asked to casually

“well i mean, you could ask for mine you know”

“y/n am i a bad boyfriend to you? just tell me-”

“oh my god fuyu its just a jacket lets me wear yours cmon” you panic or else drama queen chifuyu will appear again

when you wear his he blush

“you look more cute with mine tbh” he’s now smirking

“i should lend u my clothes too y/n i find this hot im sorry-”

“CHIFUYU”

he’s a jealous one yep

from now own will check weathers

and tell u to bring a jacket bc its gnna be cold

or just bring one for you

not bc he doesn’t wanna see you with another person’s jacket again

he just wanted to be sweet and kind to his s/o yk

SANZU

“nice jacket y/n is that new?”

even tho he’s fully aware that its not yours bc he never saw u bring a jackets earlier

“no i borrowed it from someone”

he nods but deep inside he’s crying and laughing at the same time bc U DONT GET IT

HE’S JEALOUS BUT CANT ADMIT

he’s trying not to over react but he’s your boyfriend right? and u should ask for his jacket

“your jacket stinks” he’s at it again

“sanzu excuse me?” you were offended and smelled the jacket

“and if u keep on wearing that dont u think you will stink too?” sanzu just keep on going until you realize that he’s trying to make u ask for his jacket

“oh i see, u want me to ask for your jacket instead huh? is sanzu jealous” you teased

he then smirks “dont make me take that off or else everything will comes off you”

u obeyed, ya dont wanna be naked with everyone

overallllll a jealous mf

its a non sexual turn on for him when you’re wearing his things

so dont wear other’s

RAN

thinks

thinking who would dare to lend their jacket on haitani ran’s s/o

wont overthink about it so

“hey wear mine instead” he said offering his jacket to you

“aren’t you gnna be cold ran? its cold today”

“its your fault you didn’t bring your own so im giving this to you” he responded

you didn’t dare to refuse because he’s your boyfriend after all

seeing you wear his jacket put a warm on his heart

“much better” he murmured

the way its oversized for you bc ran is tall lol

it makes u look of tiny if ur smol and he finds it really cute

he just found out that the jacket that you’re wearing before his jacket was from a girl

he was relieved bc he wont beat up someone

he wont dare to hit a girl

dont wanna see a girl cry bc it’s annoying

overall chill and he just want to see u with his jacket, he feels like a good bf tbh

RINDOU

oh boi……

he wont even mention it like

he will just ignore you or keep his distance

he wont speak up until u realize your reason

it’s probably the jacket

you quickly got it off you and return bc he wont make a move if u dont

“were you trying to make me jealous y/n?”

“no rin im just cold”

“here” jacket on his hand and offering it to you with a pout on his face

“awwww so you’re jealous” you tease before taking the jacket

“no the jacket looks like it hasn’t been washed since last month so keeping my distance” he responded

“mean as always rin……”

another jealous one but of course wouldn’t admit

he doesn’t like it when u smell like a stranger

just like ran, he find it really cute when you’re wearing his jacket

from now on he will ask you if u need a jacket or just tell you to bring yours

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani brothers #sanzu haruchiyo #draken #hajime kokonoi #chifuyu #thanks for requesting skeeebop ur name is so cool lol

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exocynraku · 2 years

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Okay this is a weird au idea, but Honeyfern survives the snake bite au, maybe because Frecklewish (Thunderclan) was watching over her?

your brain is big - briarkit still almost gets killed by the snake, but honeyfern saves her by killing the snake this time! - after she kills the snake and is comforting briarkit, she swears she sees a grateful glow of two clouded amber eyes hiding in the trees. - everyone goes back to camp. briarkit stays in the med cat den for a little while to help with her shock, and honeyfern isnt allow to leave camp cuz berrynose wont let her - eventually shes able to convince berry to let her out with the help of poppyfrost - she goes back to where she saw the eyes, but finds nothing. - over time, she has many dreams about her life, except in each dream, there a golden she-cat watching her with caring eyes. the same eyes that were watching her when she saved briarkit. - she and berrynose have kits! (these kits replace poppy's kits) seedkit (named after seedpaw), a cream she-kit with golden spots, and frecklekit, a speckled, golden tom-kit who was born blind. honey doesnt know why the specklekit came to her it just... felt right. - berrynose vows that frecklekit will NOT become a medicine cat. there is no way starclan is going to make his son something he doesnt want to be. - the golden she-cat honey has been seeing in her dreams comes to her one last time. she introduces herself as frecklewish. honey now knows why the prefix freckle came to her. frecklewish explains how she was killed, and says she knew that honey would be killed, but wasnt gonna let that happen. - honey thanks her, and frecklewish is able to move on into the afterlife (her ghosts kinda just been hanging around all this time) - seedpaw is apprenticed to rosepetal, frecklepaw is apprenticed to brightheart. this is because of berrynose and jayfeather pretty much forcing firestar to not make him a med cat. (jayfeather wants to prove that a blind cat can be a warrior) - seedpaw finishes her apprenticeship and is named seedcrash. frecklepaw takes about two moons longer to finish his apprenticeship but he doesnt mind. - honeyfern specifically asks firestar iffrecklepaw could be named something,,, whimsical? not sure if thats the right word but sure - frecklepaw -> freckledream. - honey and berry are very proud of their kids. seedcrash becomes thunderclans deputy (brambleclaw steps down or something idk) freckledream becomes a inspiration for disabled cats. - briarpaw is crushed by the tree (this happens later). everyone thinks she'll never become a warrior but freckledream, seed, jay, and alderheart send day and night coming up with ideas to help her. - eventually, they find a old twoleg machine (a toddlers toy bike). the top half is all mangled but the wheels are intact. - through lots of different ideas, and help from a few kittypets, the create a "wheelchair", which they call a roller! - they surprise briarpaw with it and over many moons she's able to move once again! - briarpaw is apprenticed to freckledream. because of her injuries, it takes her a VERY long time to finish her apprecticeship (longer than freckledreams) but after lots of trial and error, she becomes a warrior. - briarpaw -> briardash. - timeskip. briardash and freckledream see each other as siblings and are pretty much inseparable. firestar dies and seed becomes leader. - briarlight never picks up a mate, or have kits. this doesnt upset her tho, she likes being able to do stuff without having to worry about a mate or kits. - freckledream has kits with uhh idk. a she-cat. they have kits. - ravenkit, perchkit and reedkit. and in another litter, birchkit and... maplekit. :)

#frecklewish #honeyfern #briarlight #warrior cats #wc #wc au #ray talk

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Hey idk if I’ve asked for this before but can you do nsfw Bakugo x fem reader fic, where you do work studies with him. He’s obviously going to be a little older 3-6 years, and you two have know each other since you were kids and he’s always just been a little nicer to you and cared about you more than others, and when you are working with him you get hurt and he flips out. You’re really confused and your like “wtf why do you care this isn’t affecting your job” and he gets mad your not getting the hint that he cares about you in a “not friendly” way, he ends up tch’ing and just says frick it and confesses that he has feelings for you and you’re just like cool I reciprocate and he’s like “with”... it just gets frisky from there... Idk if this is like a thing you might be interested in writing about, but like it just an idea😃... Anyways I love your work please keep it up🥺(sorry for any grammatical errors I’m writing this at 2:30am)

What Took So Long? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugo x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, f!receiving, mutual pining, angst, injury, fluff, cursing, all the good stuff

BAKUGOU”S MASTERLIST

Summary: you and Katsuki have been close friends for forever, how long is it gonna take to realize both your love is mutual?

Growing up, you and Katsuki got along really well. You knew him before he got his quirk so you got to see his non-egotistical self. You saw the him that was kind and caring and he always looked out for you, always took care of you, always was there for you. In your eyes, you thought he thought it was in a big brother kinda way. Oh how that changed once you both became teenagers.

You both made it into UA, of course at different times, but you still kept in touch. You guys hung out like, everyday! It was always wake up, FaceTime, go to school, text throughout the day, and meet and go to either your house or his. It was like there was nobody else in the world except you two.

Throughout the years, you developed a small crush on the blonde boy. What went from a small crush turned into love. To you, it was unreciprocated love. He was 3 years older than you! He had to have seen you as a little sister. It only made sense! When you came to that terribly incorrect realization, you pushed back your feelings. What you had with Katsuki was special! You’re friendship meant the world to you. It didn’t matter if you wanted more, what you had was already perfect, there was no way it could’ve gotten better than this.

—

This. These moments. These memories being made with Katsuki kept you sane. As you both cuddled up and watched a trashy reality tv show in your room on your computer, you both threw popcorn at the screen at the cringe scenes.

“BoooooOOOOO!!” You both said as you threw a handful of the buttery snack. You both laughed at the moment as you settled down again. With you both laying on each other, your head on his, while his own rested on your shoulder, you were sure both of you would get neck pains the next day.

“So,” Katsuki started up a conversation, “how’s your third year at UA?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started. Classes got crazy hard outta nowhere. BUT, lucky for me, I have a UA graduate to help me out!” You said while nudging his arm.

“No way teddy bear, you’re finishing that on your own. As a graduate, that means I don’t gotta deal with that bullshit anymore.” He said as he popped some pieces of the snack into his mouth. With that, you pouted. Something he noticed and thought was insanely adorable. He poked your plump lips and told you, “hey, I’m helping you by letting you do your work study at my agency. You’re very welcome for that.”

“Helping? Suuukkiiii, you barely let me go out and fight. How am I supposed to get experience and actually do my work study if I don’t...you know..WORK?” You whined out. Katsuki had always been avoiding this topic. Yeah, he let you get your credits by going to his agency, but he never let you do any real hero work other than paperwork. Don’t get me wrong, you loved hanging out with him as much as you could, but it was beginning to get boring not doing anything at the agency.

“Y/N, no. You’re getting enough experience. Paper work is a big part in the life of a Pro,” he argued.

“Yeah, well saving people and actually getting out there in the field is a bigger part in the life of a pro.” You rebuttled as you flopped down next to him. You looked at him with puppy eyes and he knew what was coming.

“No.”

“Pleaseee Suki!”

“No.”

“Pleaseee!!”

“Nope.”

“Sukiiiiiii!!” You whined while tugging at his arm. He sighed before answering.

“One job, WITH ME, and that’s all you get.” He said while staring at you with a stern look. You smiled and jumped in the air.

“YESSSS!!”

—

So now here you are, on job number whatever. You weren’t sure how many you’ve actually been on because ever since your first job with Katsuki was a huge success, he let you join him more and more. You were almost like a partner to him now, fighting crime together. Except this time...things went a little south.

As the villain struck you down mid air with his quirk, you fell to the ground with a now burned arm. Katsuki saw red. No fucking way. No way in HELL is he going to let some shit faced freak bring harm to his teddy bear, his world, his best friend, and the love of his life. Yup. Katsuki Bakugou fell for his best friend. But could you blame him? You knew him better than anyone else, you guys got along so well, you were absolutely gorgeous and he was sure he’d give his life for you. 100%. So when this scum bag thought he could try and ruin you, he saw red. Blasting him a thousand times over and once he was sure he was out cold, battered, bloodied, and bruised he ran to check on you.

You were sitting on the ground holding your left arm where the burn mark was. Your costume was tattered and your head felt like it was gonna blow. Katsuki came along and didn’t really help with that all too much.

“YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!” He screamed. Oh, the throbbing your head had only increased with his booming voice.

“You see?! This is exactly why I hate bringing you along! You’re always gonna get hurt!” He said as he picked you up off the ground to help you stand.

“Of course I’m gonna get hurt Dynamight, my job as a hero includes a little beating every now and then for the sake and safety of others!” You replied, raising your voice as well.

“You’re NOT a hero Y/N!” He said as he reached out for your arm.

“Yet! Not yet at least! But I will be!” You replied while pulling away from him. His eyes were shaken and it was clear he was mad. You pushing his buttons didn’t help soothe his anger either.

“NO YOU WONT. Y/N ITS SO OBVIOUS YOU’D MAKE A SHIT HERO! YOU ALREADY GOT HURT ON SUCH A SIMPLE JOB, DO YOU HONESTLY THINK ANYBODY WOULD BE WILLING TO DEPEND ON YOU FOR THEIR SAFETY?!?!?” Bakugou heard the words he said and he thought he was doing the right thing. Granted, he knew the delivery was bad, but his message was in there. He didn’t want Y/N to be hurt. If she died on the battle field, Katsuki wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Y/N can’t be a hero, for her safety and his sanity. He loved her too much to have to watch her take beating after beating. However, Y/N took it in a completely different way.

“Are you trying to say I can’t be a good hero?!” You asked filled with anger and hurt.

“Y/N,”

“It’s H/N, Dynamight. That’s the name you’ll address me as for when we’re on the job. That’s the name you’ll have to get used to because I will be a hero!” You exclaimed.

“You can’t be a hero Y/N! You’re gonna get hurt! You always get hurt! You’d be more of a burden on a mission instead of an advantage! So just stop trying ‘Cuz you’re never gonna make it!” He screamed at you. Is this what he really thought of you. That you were weak and wouldn’t be able to do jack shit? As your eyes began to water, you walked away from him in silence.

“Y/N...where are you going?” He asked you as he followed.

“Recovery girl. She’ll heal me up and I’ll be perfectly fine.” You simply stated.

“At least let me help you,” Bakugou said as he tried to reach out to you, but you only stepped away from him again, which made his heart hurt a little.

“Don’t touch me, Bakugou. I’ll be fine on my own.” You said.

“Bakugou? Who the fuck are you talking to teddy bear?” He said as he got all up in your face. You only rolled your eyes and stepped to the side. You used your quirk to get into the air and travel faster. In the dust, you left behind a confused and hurt Katsuki.

“Uhh....Okay! See you later for movie night!” He yelled out as he watched you fly off. You’d still show up, right? Yeah, you’d show. You always spent everyday together after school and work so it only made sense...right?

—

Well he was wrong. Really wrong. It’s been a week since you last spoke to him, the longest it’s ever been, and he was starting to get into a depressing cycle. Wake up, call Y/N. No reply. Get ready, spam her. No reply. Go to work, text Y/N throughout the day. No reply. Get out of work, go home, shower, eat dinner, do whatever while stalking your social media, go to bed, spam a little more, call twice more, and still. No reply. He misses his teddy bear.

Y/N doesn’t even go to her work study anymore. She’s been doing everything she could to avoid Bakugou, and he’s noticed it all too well. He still gave her the credits, he wanted her to pass of course, but he was also tempted to stop doing that just so she could show up and see him. Thankfully he didn’t.

Now here lies Bakugou Katsuki, watching a movie by himself again, hoping his crush and best friend would show up. But again, like every other night for the past week, she hasn’t shown. The end credits roll in and Bakugou sighs as he looks down, thinking back to all he said.

‘Y/N ITS SO OBVIOUS YOU’D MAKE A SHIT HERO! ... DO YOU HONESTLY THINK ANYBODY WOULD BE WILLING TO DEPEND ON YOU FOR THEIR SAFETY?! ... you’re never gonna make it!’

Bakugou flopped down onto his bed.

“Great idea Katsuki, tell your dream girl she won’t ever reach her goals. That’ll win her heart,” he sarcastically said aloud as he cringed at his own thoughts. Bakugou just let a few tears fall, before rolling over and going to bed. He had patrol in the morning, maybe it’ll get his mind off of Y/N.

—

Orrrr maybe not. Because here he was, Pro-hero Dynamight, following around his 18 year old crush as she walked home after getting some coffee from their favorite cafe. Should he have been on patrol keeping the city safe? Yes. But was he going to take this chance to talk to Y/N to fix this shit? Yes.

Once Y/N made it to her doorstep she heard a voice behind her.

“Glad you made it home safe..Maybe we could pick up on that trashy reality show now that we’re both here,” Katsuki said while trying to joke around. Y/N only rolled her eyes at the hero and attempted to put her key into the lock. Katsuki was quick to react though. He snatched her keys out of her hand before speaking again.

“Y/N please! I can’t live like this! I can’t live without you in my life. You’ve been absent for a week and it’s been driving me insane!” He said while holding onto your wrist.

“Katsuki, give me back my keys.” You calmly said.

“Y/N, just hear me out.” He also calmly said.

“And listen to you say what Katsuki?! That I’ll never be a hero? That even if I was I’d be a terrible one? That I should just give up and stop trying?! Don’t worry, I already have. So now, let me go-“ Bakugou shut you up with a kiss. You were shocked and froze up. He kissed you with such passion and you melted into it, closing your eyes and letting him hold you as he pleased. He speperated from you before speaking again.

“You are not a terrible hero. Y/N you’re one of the strongest people I know. If anything, you’d be a better hero than me...but if you got hurt, I don’t know what I would do.” He said looking down. You turned your head in confusion at his small confession.

“Katsuki?..”

“When you got hurt that day, I was livid. I almost killed that guy, just for scorching your arm. There are so many worse things that could happen to you when you do become a pro and the fact that I freaked out so bad over a little burn is insane! I just want you to be safe. I can’t let you risk your life when I need you hear with me the most...... I can’t let the girl of my dreams get hurt.” He said while placing his forehead on yours.

“When I become a hero, I’d be taking on an oath to put others before my own. And that’s what I choose to do. I’m gonna get banged up from time to time and I understand you’re worried about me, but you have to trust me when I saw I’ll always come back to you. I love you Katsuki.” With that, Bakugou slowly moved in to give you another kiss. This time, you kissed him back, letting your hands travel to his soft, golden hair as he pressed you up against the door.

You heard him unlock your door during the kiss, and as he separated he spoke.

“Let me show you just how much I love you Y/N.” He pushed open the door and continued to make out with you. Kicking the door to close it, he pushed you up against the wall. There he picked you up, and groped your ass, earning a moan from you. With your mouth open, he slipped his tongue in, tasting all of you. He walked to your bedroom, kicking open the door this time, and shutting it the same way as before. He dropped you onto the bed as you both giggled in excitement. You noticed something though. He was still in hero gear.

“Shouldnt you be on patrol, Dynamight?” You asked as he came up to kiss your neck and you pulled him in closer.

“Dynamight has something better to do right now, Teddy Bear. And you know what?” He asked while putting his face right infront of yours.

“Tell me what, hero.”

“That’s the exact name I want you screaming.” He smirked. He tore off his top and mask before taking off your own. He then attacked your breast. He pulled off your bra before taking a second to admire your perfect curves. He squeezed a mound in one hand before taking in the other one with his mouth, biting at your nipple. Leaving hickies all over your chest, he was proud to see the purple marks that now adorn your upper body. He pulled down your pants and kissed your inner thighs. Right at the center was his treat. He pulled at your panties and stuffed them in his pocket.

“Hey!” You said after you noticed what he did.

“My little souvenir. Don’t worry about it princess, I’ll buy you more.” He kissed up on your legs and saw your arousal glistening. He licked his lips as his ruby eyes dialated. He was excited. He took an experimental lick as you moaned at the feeling and he savored the sweet taste. He could help himself, he dove right in for more. As his tongue lapped up against your clit, you moaned out in pleasure.

“Mm...yess Suki! Oh fuck right there..” you said as you pulled on his hair. He smacked your thigh, receiving a yelp from you.

“That’s not my name, princess~” he smirked against your pussy. He stuck his tongue in you and you cried out even more.

“F-Fuck! Dynamight, pleasee...more!” He squeezed your ass in approval as your legs began to shake. He knew what was coming and used his fingers to rub against your bud.

“Fuck..cum for me princess, cum in my mouth and let your hero taste you.” He said as your squirted in his face and Bakugou suck your clit, collecting all your sweet nectar.

“What a good girl,” he said as he came up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You ready for the main event?” He asked while giving you this cocky grin.

“Please..” you whined out.

“Please what, princess? You’re gonna need to be specific.” He knew what he was doing. He wanted you to beg. And you were going to do it.

“Mm..Please Dynamight! Please fuck me with your cock! Please fuck my pussy!” You begged. He smiled and smacked your ass.

“Good girl.” He said as he pulled down his hero slacks and stepped out of the material. Here he was, Pro-hero Dynamight and your now ex best friend completely stripped infront of you. His member hanging out with a hard erection and your eyes went wide at the length. He noticed this and tilted your chin up so your E/C diamonds could meet his eyes. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he kindly said.

“Doubt it,” you sarcastically replied.

“Then we’ll make it fit, Princess.” You bit your lip in excitement. He pumped his cock a few times before placing the tip at your entrance. He rubbed his tip up and down you slit as he spoke.

“I’ve wanted this for so long princess, and now I’m finally gonna make you mine.” He said before he slammed in as you both cried out in ecstasy.

“Oh-oh my god..” you whimpered. He peppered your face in kisses to distract you from the pain. Once you adjusted to his size, you begged him to move.

“Please..more.”

With your permission, he began to thrust in and out of your heat, with hard, slow strokes. Both of you moaning as the sensation. The way he filled you up completely was euphoric. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, moaning into it as he picked up his pace a little more. You could hear his grunts and soft moans as he sped up, enjoying the way your pussy held him tight.

“Mm...Harder, Dynamight...F-Faster..please!” You whined. Katsuki listened, and he listened well. His strokes went deeper, his speed increased, and he fucked you harder than ever as he went up to your ear.

“Yeah...you want it harder?...deeper?....Mm fuck, faster princess? You like it rough? You like how Dynamight fucks your tight little cunt?” He asked while you cried out in pure pleasure.

“Y-yesss. Oh my god yes Dynamight. Fuck me just like this...ahhh!” Bakugou grabbed onto your ass with both his hands as he pummeled into you. You gripped his hair and he moaned at the feeling. He sucked on one of your tits as he looked at you. God, you were gorgeous. The blush that covered your face, you mouth hanging open with a slight smile as moans fall from it, and your eyes looking up like you’ve been fucked stupid.

“Oh..I’m gonna cum! Please, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out.

“Not yet Teddy bear. Hold it,” he said as he gave your ass a hard smack and pulled out of you. You whined at the loss of his cock and looked at him with begging eyes.

“Turn around princess. I want you on all fours.” He simply said as he continued to pump his cock.” You moaned at the sight of it and smirked to yourself. He watched as you dragged your hand to your center and began playing with yourself.

“And if I don’t listen?” You smiled as you moaned at the way your fingers rubbed at your pussy. Bakugou grabbed your hand and got in your face before you could go any further.

“Then the brat who wants to cum so bad will cum for me 100 times over as her punishment.” He said as a threat but you only took it the best way possible.

“Sounds fun..Katsuki.” With that, he yanked your hand away from yourself and flipped you over before slamming back into you from behind and smacking your ass again and again.

“Ohh fuck...Ah...you think you’re funny, huh y-you brat? Let’s see how funny you are when I fuck you so dumb the only thing you’ll know is my name.” He said as he pounded into you. Your cried were muffled as you screamed into the mattress.

“Don’t do that, princess, I wanna hear your pretty cries,” he said as he yanked your hair, lifting your head up. He grabbed onto your neck and kissed you as you both loudly moaned into it. He squeezed your neck ever so lightly but tightly as he placed his forehead on yours to look down at where you both meet and become one. He sped up at the sight.

“I bet you love this. I bet you love having Dynamight’s cock deep inside you. Can you feel me? Huh? Feel me in your guts? Feel my big dick deep inside you?” He asked as he looked back at you.

“Y-Yesss! Oh f-fuck...ohhh so big!” Bakugou smiled at your comments and felt you squeeze around him.

“S-shit...you gonna cum? Gonna come on this big dick?” He asked as his hand traveled to you pussy, rubbing at your clit.

“Do it! Do it now, cum on my cock!” You squirted around his cock and Bakugou continued to fuck you through your orgasm and you cried out, and your upper body fell to the mattress. His hands grabbed at your waist as he pounded your pussy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and bit his bottom lip as he threw his head back moaning out.

“Fuck! Ohh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum. You want my cum princess? Can I fill your pussy with my cum?” He asked while looking down at you. You had little tears poking at the ends of your eyes due to the mass amount of pleasure and Bakugou came at the sight. His thrust stopped as his hips met your ass in a final push, while his cum went deeper into your pussy, filling you to the brim. You both cried out as he finished and he kept himself in there for a little until you both caught your breath. He kissed up your spine to your cheek as he pulled out and layed down next to you.

As he pulled you closer to him he could hear your soft voice.

“A-amazing...Suki.” You said as you nuzzled into his neck. He only smiled as he realized you forgot.

“I hope so, cuz we’re not done teddy bear.” He said while smirking. Your eyes went wide as you looked at him in shock.

“Your punishment. Remember? I want you cumming on my cock a 100 times over. I don’t even want you to be able to walk for the next week.” He said while looking you right in his eyes. You took on his little challenge and straddled his waist before pumping his cock a few times and hovering over it. He watched the whole thing and licked his lips at you.

“Fine then Dynamight,” you said as his hands traveled to your hips. “Show me what you got,” you said as you slammed back down on him releasing cries from both you and him. This was gonna be a fun, long night.

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After rounds 2, 3, 4, and 5, you both lie on your bed completely fucked out as you held onto each other. Bakugou was contempt as he held you under his chin and thought you were asleep. You were only resting your eyes with a soft smile on your face. Bakugou kissed the top of your head before softly speaking.

“I’m so sorry for everything I said teddy bear. You are the most amazing person in the world. I just don’t want you to be hurt. I wanna protect you for the rest of my life. I love you with my everything and I really want you to officially be mine. When you wake up, I’m gonna tell you all of this.” Bakugou sighed. Now it was your turn to speak.

“You don’t have to wait Suki,” you softly spoke as Bakugou looked down at you in shock. “I already heard it all, and I want to officially be yours too.” You said while looking right at him.

“Heh..I thought you passed out,” he teased.

“Well then I guess you’re not as good as you thought, Dynamight.” You teased back.

“You tryna say I didn’t fuck you good enough princess?! Cuz I still got enough for one more round that’ll be sure to shut your mouth real quick!” You only laughed at his little outburst.

“I’m good Suki. Trust me, you did more than enough.” You said.

“You’re damn right. And by the way you were screaming my name, I’m sure of it.” He proudly stated.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and softly spoke. You both gently laughed at the teasing and embraced each other once more, but this time a little tighter.

After a few peaceful moments of silence, you heard him speak up.

“So..you’re being serious about really wanting to be mine..right?” Bakugou asked with worry laced in his voice.

“Of course I’m serious Suki. I don’t wanna be anybody else’s but yours.” You said in the cutest voice. Bakugou blushed at the confession.

“Ok then teddy bear. You’re mine now, and I’m never gonna let you go again.” He whispered. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Suki.”

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“WHERE WERE YOU?!?? A BANK WAS ROBBED, MULTIPLE PEOPLE WERE MUGGED, AND 2 VILLAIN BRAWLS BROKE OUT ON YOUR PATROL MAN!! ARE YOU GOOD?!?” Red riot screamed into the phone.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. I’m great actually, a lot of good stuff happened on my patrol.” Bakugou said as he drank from his glass of water.

“Dude. Seriously?” The red head said in disbelief. What could possibly make up for all the crimes committed on his best friend’s watch?!

“Seriously. Gotta go, talk to you later shitty hair.” Katsuki said as he hung up the phone. As he finished cooking, he brought two plates of food to the couch for Y/N and himself. He had to carry Y/N there.

“What was all that about?” Y/N asked as she took a sip from her cup and turning away from the trashy reality show you both were watching.

“Just another reason why you’d make a better hero than me, teddy bear.” You awed at the compliment and cuddled into him. If only you knew how serious he was being.

Kirishima would know. For he was the one running around like a mad man trying to stop all the crimes committed due to his best friend being absent thanks to his horny desires.

A/N: YAYYY MY FIRST REQUEST! I really enjoyed writing this one and I’m sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you were looking for. I’m hope you enjoyed it tho! Feel free to drop more request for me to do!💗🧸

P.S. New series coming on the way!

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technowoah · 3 years

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Stuck In a Room

Its hard to be funny while stuck in your room.

- Tommy innit x platonic reader

- OOC Tommy (out of character)

- the first one in my huge special masterlist.

Now playing...

Look Who's Inside Again.

(Stuck In a Room)

Bo Burnham

0:01 ─●──────── 3:29

⚠︎ swearing, angst, confusing feelings, not proofread. Thats it :)

Part of my Inside Special!

"Trying to be funny and stuck in a room

There isn't much more to say about it"

He sat at his desk just staring at the computer screen infront of him. His room was dark only for his LED lights and his multiple computer screens. Tommy had his phone on his desk with jokes typed on it. He couldn't find the fuel to turn on his stream and joke around. He had made a video today with Wilbur and Tubbo with some scripted jokes that didn't land well, well at least he didn't think so.

He was always in his room. It was hard to find inspiration through the internet. There's no one to laugh, there's no one to react. Tommy was struggling, he felt unproductive in his room he felt stuck in his chair unable to leave it only when his mother calls him for dinner.

"Can one be funny when stuck in a room?

Being in, trying to get something out of it"

He was happy with what he did, it's becoming a safe haven a place away from the outside world. He has friends and a family online, but he also has friends and family in real life. The world is fucked up, but the internet can be also. The internet laughed, well at least he thinks they do, when he makes a joke. He had a couple of friends who thought he was funny in real life. One of them was currently downstairs with his parents. It was his fault for saying he was going to stream 10 minutes ago and never started streaming.

Tommy felt bad letting his close friend talk to his parents when in reality they came for him. Right now he couldn't get anything out of, he couldn't get that joke right, he couldn't find his rhythm in this space in this situation he put himself in and couldn't get out of. Tommy wasnt going to let himself go until he got what he wanted.

"Try making faces

Try telling jokes, making little sounds.

Uggg!"

He still stared at the jokes written on his phone and wondered what else he could do in this atmosphere. Comedians had their stage, or even a director and a film set to work on. And Tommy had three monitors a microphone with no live audience. Was it worth being here and trying so hard to make people laugh? Was it worth blowing off his friend to chicken out of streaming to try and get his work corrected.

This was a thing he loved, he loved making faces, telling jokes, and seeing people's reactions. He tried that so much that it became a routine for him, trying different things to joke around and through trial and error he found out slowly what they liked, but it was hard to tell with the usual people who hated his content and the people who watched every upload.

Sometimes the videos, the jokes, the faces didn't even see the light of day and are either left in a folder or sent to his friend who he trusted with his content.

There were days he didn't want to stream, nor make videos. He just wanted things to himself. It was cliche, but a bunch of jokes were written down in his notebooks and anywhere he could write them down. He then kept those jokes to himself, they had no use for what he was doing with YouTube now, maybe they will see the light one day.

"I was a kid who was stuck in his room

There isn't much more to say about it"

Tommy knew he wanted to do this for the longest. He was stuck in his room watching his inspirations and trying to find his own path. That's why he made his first channel, he was always in this spot. He was determined to be where he was now, and he still sat in the same spot. Hes in the same predicament. There's nothing much to say about it.

"When you're a kid and you're stuck in your room

You'll do any old shit to get out of it

Try making faces

Try telling jokes, making little sounds"

He seemed normal back then, Tommy remembered back to his past and thought he was normal. He went to school, hung out with friends, came home, did his homework, ate, and only worked for a small bit of time on his videos. Later on he started working on YouTube videos later at night and not getting much sleep for school. The weekends were all-nighters, he became more invested in YouTube so all he did was that and school.

Tommy hated staying still, he moved around his room, went outside. Now he never went outside unless needed he to. Unless his friends wanted to.

Tommy joked around with his parents, to try and go places when he couldn't drive. Tried to convince his parents by making faces, jokes, and little sounds to annoy them into finally taking him to where he wanted to go.

Now these things were adored or hated by many of his fans. Tommy always if he kept his jokes to himself and tried a different approach to comedy or entertainment.

"Well, well

Look who's inside again

Went out to look for a reason to hide again"

His fans knew alot, they knew he was hiding from the internet, they knew he went looking for another way only to be found back in this chair with the "Go Live" button taunting him.

Tommy knew he was hiding from the world. He was hiding from his friend downstairs, but he sat here knowing that his fans wanted more, they wanted Tommyinnit. They knew he was inside, they knew he was dormant, they wanted content. Tommy had to get his groove back, his jokes back to get his confidence back to stream.

"Well, well

Buddy, you found it"

For Tommy it was hard to explain, but he felt unproductive, unmotivated, but now he had it. He had jokes, he had motivation and hopefully it wont go away for him and his fans. Tommy finally moved his mouse and clicked on that button satisfying the wishes and making his feelings even more complicated and his guilt subside.

You walked up to Tommy's door to knock softly, but you had gotton no response. You tried again, but the same thing happened.

"Tommy?" You slightly yelled enough for him to hear behind the door, but not loud enough for his parents to complain.

"Tommy!" You yelled and knocked again trying to get your friend to get out of his room.

It's been a while and you havent heard an "I'M LIVE!" or "DONT COME IN IM STREAMING!" from him yet.

You assumed he wasn't streaming or he wasn't even talking during the stream. You slowly pushed open the door, but something stopped you from going inside.

"WELCOME TO THE STREAM BOYS!"

You closed the door and went back down the stairs.

"Is he streaming, honey?" His mom asked.

"Yeah, he is." You said somberly.

"Now, come out with your hands up

We've got you surrounded."

Taglist: @annshit

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Ok ok! Good uhm.

Ok since body dysmorphia has been kicking my butt lately i wanted to request something with Schlatt where basically the reader Starts getting really insecure because of their body. Pushing and pulling on their stomach etc. They also start binding unsafely with like really tight bras because they can't afford a binder and they end up fucking up their ribs really bad. They end up in the hospital and a very worried Schlatt visit's them and lectures them about how they shouldn't have done that and about how worried he was. So when they get back home there is a gift on the bed, turns out Schlatt bought them a binder.

The reader would be Non-binary and afab.

Also a little message for pretty much anyone who is insecure about their body/has body dysmorphia because of their chest, don't bind unsafely. That can really fuck up your chest and make you actually being happy with your body even harder.

Hell yes. I love this idea thank you icarus! Writing has been rude to me lately and I needed inspiration. This has hit it exactly.

Pronouns:nonbinary (dont think any were actually used in this so yeah.)

Tw: AFAB reader, swearing, insecurity, mention of surgry, mention of blood, mention of hating self, pain. Again angst to fluff. It is reflecting on how I have felt about my body before because I needed to make it seem kinda real.

PSA: please dont bind safely. It's dangerous and can lead to serious health consequences. I know hating your body sucks but I dont want anyone to get hurt because they dont listen to their lungs, they dont take off their binder, or if their bras are way too fucking tight. It can and will hurt you. So please bind safely!!

Happy birth-what the fuck?!

Lately your brain was giving you more dysphoria then ever. Telling you your body was too big, your boobs were too noticable, and you hips are too feminine.

What brought this on? Someone simply said your dead name. It made your dysphoria hit you like a truck.

After that day everything went down hill. Your stopped streaming, telling your followers that you were going on a mental break, you didn't really talk to friends, your brain could put words together. And you most importantly barely texted your loving supporting boyfriend schaltt, not wanting to break down in front of him.

You never had the time or thoughts of getting a chest binder. It was your biggest mistake honestly.

Deciding against chest binders and wearing alot of tight bras to flatten you. But it didnt work. So you got tighter bras. And they did work. But you didnt read up on how to bind safely.

This lead to the predicament now. In front of your mirror you were pinching and pulling at your skin. There was too much. All you wanted to do was cut it off with scissors. But decided against it due to the fact of all the blood that you would loose.

Your chest, smaller then it was yas, was still visible after your 3rd bra. You decided to add a 4th and tighter one hoping it would completely hide your boobs.

Your body made you want to puke. It made you feel disgusting. But you never told schaltt that. Afraid that he would say that you looked as gross as you thought you did.

Only 5 minutes after the 4th bra you felt excoriating pain in your ribs. And worse of all a harsh pop. That immediately brought red flags. It hurt to breath. Your head fuzzy and light headed.

Your only reaction, to call for an ambulance. Dialing the three numbers as you whimpered in pain you held onto your lungs. "911 what's your emergency?" "I cant breathe. It hurts so bad. Please help." "Are you by yourself?" "Yes. I need help please." "Ambulance, firemen, and police are on their way. Ambulance is 2 minutes out."

You didnt know if you had 2 minutes. "They can break the door down if I dont answer." That's all you said after collapsing.

Next thing you knew your door was busted off its hinges and you saw two paramedics. They were quick to transfer you to the ambulance, cutting through the four bras that held your chest.

It help get air to your lungs but it barely helped.

"We have a collapsed lung. ETA 2 minutes." The paramedic back there with you spoke to the walkie talkie.

Collapsed lung? Was that the harsh pop? God, was the bras that bad of an idea? All that was going through your mind was how you possibly could get worse. The instant you got into the trauma bay was way worse. With no time to numb you and your O2 stats dropping they had to cut between your ribs and shove a tube right next to your left lung. Draining air and excess blood blocking your lung from inflating. And before you knew it you were off to emergency surgery for getting a shard of bone out of your chest cavity.

The last thing you remember was counting down and falling asleep.

When you woke up your boyfriend was next to your bed, hands engulfing one of yours.

It looked like he had been crying before falling asleep on one of your legs. Taking your free hand through his hair you smiled lightly. "I'm sorry for all of this ram boy." He grunted lightly and moved his head back into your hand. His messy hair was thick and nearly matted. It made you wonder how long he's been sitting there. You loved him and felt so selfish for doing this to him.

"I cant believe I did all this and for what? To cause you and everyone pain? All because i couldnt afford a chest binder and deciding that I might as well try another way. I should have been safer huh?" You didnt expect an answer back. Just his quite snores.

"Yeah. Not really fuckin selfish more like kinda dumb. Your body doesnt show who the fuck you are (y/n). Your heart does. And your heart isnt say boy or girl. Its saying you are you. A person who uses pronouns they them. A person that love everyone and cares for their friends. A person who love me and jambo so deeply."

He took a breath.

"You normally are quite smart. Saving up for one would of been a better idea instead of doing such a stupid thing. Asking for my help. Because if I knew I would of helped. I would of found one just right for you. I would help you remember to take it off after 8 hours. Even would of found a way to make you feel more like you."

You could hear his heart break.

"But now you're here, four broken ribs, a healing lung, and stuck in the hospital for another week at least."

You felt so guilty. He was right. You should of told him. He would never have seen you like you saw yourself. He never cared about how you looked. He only cared for your heart.

Tears falling down your face you continued to massage his scalp. "I could of lost you. You are my rock. When I cant keep up my normal antics and feel like I'm at an all time low. You are there to pick me up." You had to stop the sob from coming up. "I'm just so happy youre alive." He looked up.

His red eyes were making your heart ache. "I wont do it again I promise. But I cant just ignore the feeling of dread whe. I look down and realize I present so much like a girl. I dont wa t to be one." Schaltt nodded and kissed the hand he was holding. "Then let me help you. I wont let this happen again. Just please. Come to me. Talk to me. I'm here like you are for me."

You gave a small nod.

This man knew his way to your heart. He was so sincere about this. "I will. But promise me you wont look down on me if I end up feeling like that." You just needed to make sure you knew he would never but you needed his words. "Mever sugarbabe. Never in my life have I looked down on you and never will."

God the week was long, him and the doctor explaining safe binding that you cant fully bind for at least 6-8 weeks. Schlatt telling you his reaction to finding your apartment swarmed with police and firemen and you no where to be seen.

He was practicing on saying happy birthday to you. But was cut off. "Happy birth-what the fuck?!" He was so concerned and even more so when you were in hospital.

When you did go home he helped you through the door, and watched you as you saw the small package on your couch.

Opening it you saw a chest binder. Specifically the one you were looking at. Looking over to schaltt with tears in your eyes you walked up and hugged him lightly minding the pain in your left side. This was the best gift.

The only gift you had been wanting for the past week or two. "Now you can be safe. But no binding till your doctor says so or I swear to god I will personally smite you down." You had to try so hard no to laugh or the pain would of been hell. Kissing his cheek you smiled.

"Of course schaltt. I will make sure to not wear it till I'm healed dont want to get blood on it ya know. Also it would hurt like a fucking bitch."

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Alright now go sit down. I'll get you some soup ya dork."

This was going to be a great time. That was until the pain fully came back. And then this is going to be a mediocre time.

Please pardon spelling errors. I havent proof read. And I am on mobile for almost all stories. But thank you so much for requesting this became something that I could write and it helped me alot. Now I might take a while for other things too and i apologize that's cause i am starting school soon. Also family issues. So yeah might take a bit. Dont know how long though. I'll try to keep them coming but if not you know I'm studying or helping my mom and grandma.

Eli out.

#jschlatt x reader #mcyt fluff #schlatt x reader #mcyt #mcyt schlatt #dsmp schlatt #schlatt fluff #schlatt #please bind safely #non binary #tw: body harm #tw: body dysphoria #tw: body dysmorphia

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jaeqtstuff · 3 years

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vampire!BEOMGYU x READER (YOU)

➸ word count: 572

pls note that there will be lots of grammar errors but do enjoy reading it, MOAAAA!!

will be written in your pov

【 11:35 pm 】

the mission was simple. get an insider statistics from undercover hunter and move out. upperhand will take the rest because they were the one breaching the truce― vampires. numbers of people who went missing near hiking track was outrageous. fifteen in less than two days and no trace of them too.

headquarters were a mess as the west region has always been their favourite place when it comes to sending new hunters for a mission. so if the vampires really outgrew the human population there, it will be bloody for us.

the cabin was quiet when i first arrive but there was a cold warning when i hopped out from the car. i briefly checked my phone to see if the undercover was here but nothing was confirmed. he didn't pick up my calls either. "for goddamn sake, i just got here." rolling my eyes out of annoyance, my hand find its way to my back, holding the silver gun firmly as i walked closer to the door.

a cold breeze welcomed me as i stepped into the cabin.

someone's here,

my eyes scanned the hall,

cleared, but there was a sudden move, quick like lightning passed me, causing me to hold the gun out from my back and firmly pointed the gun to a tall figure just beside the curtains. next thing i knew, the hall suddenly lights up, revealing not one but there of them. one behind me and another one behind the counter in the kitchen.

i almost gasped when i saw the one with longer hair hold the gun that belongs to every hunter. its the gun that we get once we completed our training.

"so this is what the fuss is all about."

"where did you get that?"

"isn't it obvious?"

i noticed how the colour of his eyes changed. from black to a crimson red, almost like a blood pierced through me. are they descendent from the first Lamia? only the first purebloods have that colour.

the corner of his lips turned upwards.

"yes i am." he could read my mind even after taking potions that could block vampires from reading us. my eyes narrowed to the stairs where i saw blood stains covered the wood. my heart beat faster and i grabbed the gun harder.

so this is why they were almost no trace of them.

"do you wanna know where's your friend at or did you figured out already?" a sinister laugh escaped from his lips, making me shudder at the thoughts of dying at his hand.

if you wanna kill me then do it

"i'm not going to kill you. not yet." he came forward, just enough for him to whisper it to me. his eyes traced me down before taking the gun away from my hand. he tossed it away and signal the others to leave.

the air was even more colder when i was left alone with him. i tried not to think of anything but the sudden graze from his longs nails startled me. my breath quickens and i could see how he was enjoying it under his watch.

"careful." he hissed under his breath near the ear lobe before vanished into the dark foreboding forest with the rest, leaving me with no choice but to scream mentally in my head, still trying to accept the fact that i wont be getting any insider information.

"i will get back at you."

i'll be waiting sweetheart.

#choi beomgyu #txt #tomorrow x tomorrow #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #kang taehyun #heuningkai #vampire #vampire hunter #txt vampire #txt goth

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sugakoni · 3 years

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"it's all you."

(a/n): this was requested by @oyasumimosura! i had a blast writing this for the last couple of days, i am so sorry for the delayed response but life has been hectic. i hope this is good!!!

warnings: lots of swearing, some angst, mentions of death and karl being a full fledge simp.

pairing: karl heisenberg x fem!reader

word count: 9935

synopsis: you are the CEO of a very well known company in the United States. you decided to go on a week long vacation to some Eastern Mountain Range in Europe, and you went paragliding with your group. little did you know, this would be the start of something supernatural and unbeknownst to you. (THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE BASED STORY. LOTS OF THIS STUFF KIND OF WONT MAKE SENSE TO CANONVERSE.)

story under the cut.

(note; this is unedited and i will probably not notice any errors in my writing for a bit. please do not make fun of me. i just wanted to get this out there ASAP.)

Tree branches snapped underneath the group's feet as they walked up the mountain, soft breaths leaving everyone as they continued their ascent. The frigid temperatures weren’t a bother to them, since they have done this before in even colder weather.

You were in the back, as you always were. You planned a one off trip for yourself to get away from the hectic life you had back in the city, your CEO position getting to your mind too much. This was the vacation you needed, and the group of people you paired yourself with decided to go paragliding off of a mountain that they had been eyeing for what felt like weeks to them. You joined, and knew your daredevil heart would feel content.

Soon enough, you reached the top of the mountain, the hiking trip taking longer than you would’ve liked to admit. Everyone began to gear up themselves, and you followed suit as you listened to everyone speaking amongst each other. You looked off the cliff, seeing a castle in the distance. You raised an eyebrow, letting out a soft sigh as one of the group members patted your back.

“Let’s get this show on the road!”

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The pain in your head was seering, cool ground felt below you. You could barely remember how you got yourself into this mess, but soon the memories came flooding back.

You were paragliding, alongside everyone else. The whole thing seemed surreal, everything looked dull and eerie, but a certain beautifulness lingered in the view. That was until you heard a scream and a screech of some animal, glancing back behind you to see two people from your group being attacked by… bat human hybrids? Your confusion struck, but soon fear bubbled into you when you looked in front of you and saw even more.

You couldn’t care less what was below you, but you knew you had to make a crash landing somewhere to get away from these beasts. Before you knew it, you were crashing hard into snow covered ground, adrenaline pumping through you at an alarming rate before you closed your eyes.

Confusion still lingered as you looked around the room you were in. Shelves filled with random crates and scrap, a wall riddled in pictures of people who were unrecognizable. You squinted, trying to read the words from the spot you were in before you heard something loud in a hole beside you. A scream caught in your throat as you moved away from it, standing up and feeling light headed. You grasped onto a wall, breathing heavily as you tried to think.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself. You started to walk slowly, but the pain was just too much. You whined out, moving to rest your back on the wall before slowly sliding down.

A door opened and closed, and fear started pumping through you again. Would there be something horrible here? You knew you had a gut feeling, you shouldn’t have gone with a random group of people to a mountain range no one knew, you knew you should’ve believed the things you read on this-

“Hey, hey, hey! You’re finally awake,” the man who stood in front of you spoke. You furrowed your eyebrows, rubbing your head.

“W-who are you?”

“That’s somethin’ we can worry about later… Here,” the unknown man moved towards you and handed you a tray. A cup filled with water and a plate with bread and some fruit was now in your lap. You felt your stomach lightly rumble at the sight, not caring before you began to eat.

If he wanted to kill you, he already would’ve.

A soft hum left your lips as you ate everything on the plate, moving to drink the water. You knew you probably looked a mess, but the man just stood there with his hands on his hips.

You looked up, moving to place the tray down on the floor beside you. The cup of water being held between your hands, and you took small sips of it. Silence filled the room, which caused you to go a bit uneasy.

“How did you even get here?”

You took another sip of water before putting it down on the tray, biting against your lip.

“Me and a group of people were paragliding off of a mountain around here… thought it was a good idea until some… weird bat things attacked… I guess I landed somewhere around here,” you whispered, your headache slowly going away. The man let out a hum.

“Sure as hell did, you landed in probably the worst spot you could’ve, the lycans were going crazy,” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head before going to grab a chair to sit in.

Lycans?

What the fuck is a lycan?

Your eyebrows knitted in newfound confusion, the man in front of you playing with a pocket knife he had in his hand. You didn’t feel nervous, though you should’ve. But he radiated something in him that just made you know he was someone you could trust.

“Lycans… are uh… werewolves,” he spoke before clearing his throat.

“My name is Karl Heisenberg, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier,” he added, and you were thankful you could put a name to his face.

“Well.. thank you for taking me in, Karl… I’m Y/n.” you hummed, headache now somewhat gone. You stood up, looking around before stretching your arms over your head. You didn’t know how you were going to get home, let alone in this state. It seemed like you would be stuck here for a while. You had no wallet, no keys, nothing. You let out a soft sigh in thought.

Karl stood up, moving over towards you. “I should’ve made you sleep in my room, Y/n… sorry about that,” he muttered.

Something seemed off about him that you couldn’t really put your finger on, but it seemed like he was… flustered. You shrugged, starting to follow him after he motioned you to. You looked around the area, seeing how it was completely different than anything you had seen before.

A factory?

You crossed your arms, feeling cold. Your jacket was wrapped around you tightly, and you still had your jeans and boots on, but you had no idea why the chill nipped at you harshly. Karl pushed open a door on his left side, and you saw a bed, a small desk, and a few pieces of scrap metal on the floor in disarray.

“You’ll sleep here.”

“What about you?” You asked, scrunching your nose. It smelled of man and cigarettes in here, which you shouldn’t have been surprised since it seemed this man lived alone in this… factory.

“Oh honey, I don’t sleep,” Karl hummed, moving to grab some papers off of his desk.

You shrugged your jacket off, moving to place it on the back of the chair in the room. You thought for a moment, seeing the dirt and grime that riddled your skin. A soft sigh left your lips.

“Do you have a shower?”

Karl looked back at you, dumbfounded that you would even ask that.

“Yeah I have a shower. What do you take me for, some wild animal?”

Damn, I pushed a button.

“Just jokin’. It’s in that room over there,” he replied, still looking at papers on his desk.

You looked over to where he pointed, seeing the door on the farther end of the room. You made your way towards the door, opening it and going inside. You shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it as you quickly took your clothes off. You felt disgusting, utterly filthy as your cheeks were smeared with some dirt, hair slightly matted in your ponytail. You looked at yourself in the mirror after turning the shower on, feeling the steam fill the room.

The shower water felt nice on your exposed skin, the water at your feet growing a murky brown as you washed the dirt from your body and hair.

You groaned, starting to wash your body, before you heard the door open. You peaked your head from around the corner, wet hair stuck to your forehead as you were met with Karl holding a shirt.

You gave a small smile, which caused his own heart to flutter. He kept his composure as you moved to go back behind the curtain, the sound of a bottle opening soon afterwards.

“Thank you, Karl,” you sang as you started to wash your hair. A soft hum left your lips, which caused Karl’s mind to go haywire. He placed the shirt against the counter, sighing to himself.

“Not a problem,” he said and moved to get out of the room.

The tension lingered, and you could feel it. You bit at your lip in thought, rinsing the soap out of your hair before putting conditioner in it. Karl was pretty attractive in your eyes, but he looked like he had some issues he needed to fix himself. He was very kind to you, though he could’ve killed you at any chance he got, he was taking care of you and making sure you were okay.

This is odd.

You finished your shower, getting out and wrapping a towel around your body, finding another towel thrown into the cabinet beside the sink and wrapping it around your hair. You shivered as you put clothes on your body, the shirt being slightly too big but you didn’t mind. You walked out of the bathroom, and Karl was nowhere to be found.

Knowing that this place was somewhat of a labyrinth by the few halls you had seen, you knew it was best to just stay put in his bedroom. You felt a bit weird wanting to go into his bed, but the need for sleep was calling for you. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, you wrung your hair out of water against your towel before throwing it into a nearby clothes bin.

As soon as you did that, Karl walked in. He seemed furious about something, going to his desk and opening a bunch of drawers. You stood, playing with your fingers in front of you as you watched him. He was cursing to himself.

“Where is it, where is it, where is it,” he kept repeating, every drawer he opened that didn’t have it in it, he would groan.

You sighed a bit to yourself, and began to realize this man was somewhat like you. He seemed devoted to his work.

A workaholic.

“Karl… you shouldn’t stress yourself out like this,” you spoke out, which caused him to halt.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

“I said I’m fine!” He barked.

You didn’t budge, standing still as his chest heaved a bit. He slammed all the drawers shut with one fluid motion of his hand, which caused you to raise an eyebrow. Karl kept his eyes on you before looking in front of him and slamming his hands on the desk, his head hung low.

“Go to bed,” he sighed out, taking his hat off and placing it down. You crossed your arms.

“Not until you go to bed with me.” You huffed, going to the bed and pulling the covers back. You motioned to it, and Karl shook his head.

“I’m not gonna sleep, it’s a lost cause,” He muttered.

“Well then, I am not going to sleep.”

Karl rolled his eyes at your reply, looking over at you and letting out a soft tch. He moved over to the bed, kicking his shoes off before laying down. You smiled in content, going over to the other side of the bed and getting in. He laid on his back, looking up at the ceiling as you shifted onto your side.

You felt content laid in bed again, but you missed the warmth of your jacket. It seemed as if this comforter was doing nothing for you, shivering violently. Karl noticed this, swallowing his pride as he shifted closer to you.

The slight warmth radiating off of his body was enough to make you crave more, so you scooted closer to him until your back was touching his arm. He tensed, trying not to move wrong. You laughed, which caused him to raise an eyebrow.

“You can get more comfortable, you know?” You let out in between giggles. The way Karl’s heart was thumping in his chest was mere agonizing to him; never having felt this way before towards someone. He sighed out, turning to his side and wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you close.

You could feel how timid he was in his grip, and you decided not to move more against him as you closed your eyes.

You are crazy.

How could you trust someone you just met?

These thoughts lingered on in the back of your head, but the ultimate answer to this feeling was

Love.

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The sound of birds outside the small window Karl had in his room stirred you awake. You felt cold, looking to your side and seeing an empty spot on the bed where he had been the night prior. You let out a hum, sitting up and stretching before getting out of bed. Your exposed feet pressed against the cool floor, sending shivers up your spine as you walked into the bathroom.

A soft giggle left your lips at how your hair was in disarray, shaking your head. You usually don’t see yourself so messed up, since work calls for you to be dressed up and your presence in the media orders you to look at least somewhat decent. It was nice to finally be a real human for once.

Once you took care of your hair situation, a loud creak of a door was heard before it thudded shut. You walked out of the bathroom, being met with Karl who had a fabric tote in his hand. You raised an eyebrow, taking in the outfit he was wearing. Long trench coat, a button up shirt, sunglasses and a leather hat. Pants tucked into a pair of boots.

“Good mornin’, sleepy head,” Karl teased, which caused you to roll your eyes. He lifted the tote up, letting you take it from his hands as you looked in it. You pulled out some garments, seeing that they were completely different than what you wore normally.

“Stopped by the village when I woke up… had to get you some clothes,” he shrugged. You thanked him softly, going towards the bathroom to change.

The dress was black, with a matching black corset. You blinked a bit as you tightened it, kind of gasping out as you tried to tie it up.

“Fuck,” you muttered, realizing that this was a two person job. You put on the flats he had gotten for you, confused as to how they fit… perfectly. You pulled your hair up in a tight bun before going out of the room, being met with Karl who was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading something on a paper he got.

“Can you help me?” You asked, shyness ringing in your tone. He looked up, seeing that the corset you were wearing was barely tied. He stood up, not saying a word as he tightened it some more and tied it.

Karl took this moment to his advantage, glancing down at the curves that he knew you had. He held back a grunt, eyes immediately going back up as you turned around.

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile, moving to pull out some baby hairs from your bun. They framed your face, and you felt content. Karl closed his eyes for a moment before grabbing a cigar that he had in his pocket, lighting in as it was placed in between his lips.

“Don’t mention it,” he mumbled through the cigar, taking an inhale as a small smirk was on his lips when you coughed.

You moved away from him, looking around the room. There was really nothing in here, and you hoped he would show you around, at least let you go out of the factory. He could tell you were getting antsy.

“Hey, let me give you a tour,” Karl spoke out, going towards the door and opening it. You smiled, going towards the door and walking out, him following suit. You tied a small apron thing around your waist, something that came with the garments he gave.

You two walked silently, following behind him as he showed you around. You bit at your lip, trying to take in everything that he said. You knew it would be easy to get lost here.

Karl, however, knew why he wanted to give you a tour. He made a way out for you in case something were to ever happen with Mother, since she seemed to be a royal bitch to anything he loved and cared about. He had the feeling that something might happen to him, especially with his sister. He groaned at the thought, beginning to feel stressed out.

“You okay?” You asked him, and he glanced back at you.

“I’m fine.”

You decided not to push his buttons, continuing to walk. It was soon halted when a half man half dog thing jumped out at you, causing you to scream. You grabbed onto Karl’s arm tightly as he looked at the lycan straight on.

“Shut the fuck up! Go mess with someone else, idiot!” Karl yelled out, which caused the beast to slowly sulk away. You blinked, looking at the man who was breathing heavily out of his nose.

He glanced back at you, immediately calming down.

“You okay?” he repeated your question from earlier, which caused you to blush slightly as he looked down at you.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, your hands still tightly gripping at his jacket. He smirked a bit before walking again, letting you keep your hands there. Soon enough, though, you let go and kept your hands in front of you and arms to your side. He missed the contact, but didn’t want to admit it.

“Here is an escape route,” he started, pointing out what to do on a small map he had. You were currently standing in the entrance of it. You listened to everything he had said, tilting your head to the side as you glanced from the map to his face periodically.

“-and here you will take a left turn and soon enough you are out of this hell of a place… any questions?”

“Why?”

“Why what?” Karl asked, confusion lingering in his voice. You chuckled a bit.

“Why do you have this?”

He swore his cheeks heated up at your question, shaking his head a bit. You smiled, still looking at him and waiting for an answer. A deep huff left his lips.

“In case Mother Miranda comes out to get me. I am a Lord here, a disciple to a Goddess who does jack shit for this village and my brother and sisters. If any of them, and I mean any of them became aware of you, I would be fucked and you would be killed.”

As he told you this, your eyebrows furrowed. You thought for a moment, shaking your head.

“But what if I want to stay-”

“You can’t, if they know. That’s why I got you these clothes, that’s why I am showing you this. I don’t want you here if that happens,” Karl slightly huffed out, and you were taken aback by this sudden emotion that he had. The tension grew between you, and it was heavy in the air. You don’t know why you felt this way, but it was different than being scared for your life in a place you didn’t know.

Karl soon enough told you to head back to the room, finished showing you around as he sauntered off. You were confused and slightly hurt by his immediate shove of emotions, but you understood where he was coming from. You walked towards the room, going inside and sitting down on the chair at the desk. Boredom hit you hard, so you decided to snoop…

If you didn’t touch anything too serious, maybe he won’t know.

In the first drawer, you found a journal. You blinked a bit, curiosity now filling you as you grabbed the leather back book and opened it. Pages upon pages of messy writing and drawings filled the vintage pages, and you started to read. Learning more about Karl and his work, and how he felt about life in general…

He is hurting.

He lost his dignity.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the word “monster” scribbled onto the page. You bit at your lip, slowly learning that Karl had these abilities that Miranda had cursed him with as a young child. It pulled at your heart, making you a bit teary eyed as you thought about how much this man had lost. You continued to look in the journal, seeing the date on the top of one of the pages was dated for the day prior.

A girl landed in the courtyard of the factory. She had some sort of parachute-like thing on her, and I got her before the lycans did, thank god.

She is stunning, to say the least. I have never seen someone who looks like her, and that says a lot about me. I don’t know why I have this overwhelming sense of… emotion, being in her presence. She is currently sleeping in my bed, and I got up as soon as I knew she wouldn’t wake up from me moving.

I don’t know why… but I want to hold her… I want to protect her from every bit of terror that riddles this village, I don’t want Miranda to find her. Fuck. Why am I feeling like this over someone who I barely know?

I don’t even know what she does for a living, her age, where she resides, hell what if she is already married? She looks to be a wealthy woman, and knows her place with men, especially men like me. Shit, Karl… What are you fucking doing?

Why are you talking about Y/n like this?

Fuck…

FU-

The door swinging open caused you to slam the journal shut, but you placed it in your lap. Karl was standing there, some sort of hammer in hand. He looked at you, then down at the journal, and then back at you.

“What the fuck?” He asked, and you stayed quiet. He placed his hammer down and walked over to you, snatching the journal out of your lap.

“This isn’t something you can just snoop in, lady,” Karl seethed, throwing the book back into the drawer that was still opened. You pressed your lips together, crossing your arms.

“You love me, Karl.”

Karl raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back every ounce of embarrassment he had at this moment. You did just read about him ranting about his emotions, a soft blush on your cheeks as you thought.

“Are you out of your damn mind?”

“No, but it seems like you are,” You teased, standing up in front of him. Karl shook his head, putting his hands up in defense for a moment as if you had caught him in an act. You chuckled a bit. You moved to wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him close as he just stood there.

Soon enough, he moved to wrap his arms around your waist and dug his head into the crook of your neck. You stood there like this for a moment, holding each other. It had been forever since you had felt any sort of physical intimacy like this, and it had been the first time he did. He felt the mutual feeling radiate off of you through the hug, which calmed his nerves.

You pulled away, looking up at him.

“Don’t ever be afraid of these feelings,” you started, moving to caress his cheek. “And remember that you are still human, regardless of how much you feel your dignity has been snatched from you… you are more than what she says,” you whispered. Karl leaned his head into your hand, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he thought. He didn’t want to cry to you, but the tears that stung in his eyes, hidden by his sunglasses, were threatening to spill at the words.

“I have something for you,” Karl muttered, moving to pull something out of his pocket. You moved your hands, watching him rummage before pulling out two rings. You looked confused, seeing the contrast in his hand.

One of the rings was bigger than the others, which caused you to realize that it was probably for him. You glanced at the smaller one, seeing it was embedded in small multicolored crystals. The metal bent around smoothly.

“I made these after I wrote that entry,” he broke the silence. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, before tilting your head up fully. Your heart was beating hard against your chest.

Trust.

“I didn’t think you were the romantic type , Karl,” you chuckled, letting him put the ring onto your left ring finger. “But, you sure do know how to make a woman’s heart flutter.”

Karl let out a small laugh at that, putting the ring he made for himself onto his own finger. He felt content in his feelings, especially because you felt the same.

“I have my ways, Y/n,” he hummed. You grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as you both stood in the middle of his room. Karl had a faint bit of pink brush against his cheeks, and so did you.

“Thank you,” you whispered softly.

“Don’t mention it.”

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It had been a few days since you crashed at Karl’s factory, and it had been going well. You have developed a relationship with the lycans that had hung around it, and now you were able to go out a bit further closer to the village. At around the one week mark, you were sitting outside on a rock, watching the lycans converse as you wrote in your journal. The cold air didn’t seem to phase you, but you did have Karl’s jacket on, which helped.

Your head peaked up when you heard a rustle on the far end of the entrance, eyebrow raising. You shut your book slowly, hopping off of the rock as you began to look around. Knowing the area around here, it could’ve been an animal, but your curiosity was rubbed. You glanced around, before making eye contact with a man.

Your eyes widened, and you began to walk quickly towards Karl’s factory. The lycans were snarling towards the direction of the man, but you could care less as you opened the door, being met with a flabbergasted man.

“Someone saw me-”

“You gotta go, now,” Karl spoke, moving to take his jacket off of you, giving you the one you landed here with. You bit your lip, knowing that this was the only way you would be safe.

Running.

Karl was looking around, throwing some things into the tote that came with your clothing. You watched him, silently freaking out in your own mind. He handed you the paper that had the map of the escape route on it, as well as the bag.

You looked up at him, tears filling your eyes. Karl had a small frown on his lips, his hands on your shoulders as he slowly rubbed them up and down. You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I will see you again, buttercup… I promise,” Karl whispered after pulling away from the kiss. You gave a nod, thanking him again for what he did for you before fleeing the factory. Tears stained your cheeks as you ran and ran, making sure you took the right turns to get out of here. Soon enough, you were met with a large hole and sunlight, sighing heavily once you realized you were towards the end.

You walked out, beginning your trek towards whatever you could go to. It seemed Karl mapped out a certain route with yellow tape and paint, and you were grateful for that. You soon enough found a road, a soft hum leaving your lips.

Following the road, you finally made it into a small town. You glanced around at the older buildings, seeing that there was a pub that was somewhat busy. You moved to go in, immediately booking it to the bathroom and changing in one of the stalls.

Everything had happened so fast, that you needed time to think. Your hands were cold, cheeks flushed and your heart was breaking at every breath you took. You didn’t know if you would ever see Karl again, but the love you felt for him was bursting through you every moment you were away from him, even if it had been a couple of hours.

You walked out of the bathroom, in your clothes that you had initially landed in, and made your way towards the bar. You sat down, knowing you weren’t going to be able to order anything, but the bartender was very sweet and gave you a free plate of food and some whiskey. She gave you a smile, to which you gave back.

“Heartbreak, sweetie. It’s a bitch.”

Meanwhile, at the factory, Mother Miranda was looking around everywhere for a maiden that a devoted villager had told her about. She was silent the whole time, Karl following her around. He let out a huff here and there, feeling like a teen who was caught doing something crazy.

“Where is she?” Miranda asked, and Karl rolled his eyes.

“I told you, I don’t know who you are talking about, Mother,” Karl replied, taking an inhale of the cigar in between his lips. But, the thought of you still lingered in his mind, your lips on his own. He sighed out to himself as he followed his “mother” around, and she ultimately gave in to defeat.

“How dare they waste my time, I am sorry for the intrusion, Heisenberg,” Miranda said after a while, standing at the exit of his factory. Karl shrugged, trying to keep the shit eating grin he so wanted to give back.

“It’s fine, go give ‘em hell or whatever you do when they do this shit,” Karl replied. Mother nodded, leaving the factory in a huff. Karl chuckled to himself, shutting the door behind her and moving towards his room. He sat at the edge of his bed, trying not to think about how anxious he was about how Miranda probably could’ve snooped around enough to find the escape route.

As evening hit, Karl was summoned to a meeting in the church. He was making his way there, opening the door and immediately going to his pew. His sisters and brother were sitting there already, Mother Miranda not being anywhere to be seen. Alcina glared at the engineer, which caused him to smirk.

“What is it?”

“You are the reason for this… random meeting,” Alcina spoke, rolling her eyes afterwards.

Karl raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the pew and crossing his legs, letting his arms drape over the back. He glanced around, seeing Angie struggling in Donna’s lap, and Moreau cowering in the corner as per usual. He tched.

“Little ol’ me? How so?” Karl asked, sarcasm lacing his voice.

Alcina shook her head, turning it towards the door that now opened. There stood Mother Miranda with an unlucky man, who was one of the villagers known to be fully devoted to her. She had him by a death grip on his wrist, his begging and pleads boomed against the old church walls.

Mother threw him down onto the ground, moving towards her chair and sitting down. The man was shaking, crying and sitting on his knees.

“Mother Miranda! Dear Mother Miranda, please! All I have done my whole life is devote myself to you, please don’t kill me!”

“Silence!” She yelled, the tone of her voice ringing throughout everyone’s ears. Karl sat there, unphased as he looked at the man in front of them all. He bit at his tongue, guessing this was the man who saw you walk into his factory.

“How dare you embarrass me and accuse one of the Lords of hiding something from me? How dare you say you are fully devoted to me when you sent me on a wild goose chase?” Miranda seethed, which caused the man to whimper.

How pathetic.

The man cried, trying to compose himself.

“Please Mother, I promise I didn’t mean to. I am embarrassed by my actions, but I swear I will make it better-”

“How so?” Karl asked, raising an eyebrow. The man looked over at him, a small smirk on his face as he pointed a finger to him.

“You… your little lady is very popular in America! Found her immediately… I will kill her! And satisfy Mother Miranda!” He yelled out. Karl was slightly taken aback, letting out a chuckle.

“Good luck finding someone who doesn’t exist,” Karl said with a shrug, leaning back again into his pew. Mother Miranda looked at the two as they spoke, shaking her head. She thought for a moment, before opening her mouth to speak again.

“If you can find her, and bring her to me alive, I will forgive you for what you have caused me,” She replied. Karl’s eyes widened beneath his sunglasses, but he kept his composure the same.

Fuck.

The meeting was dismissed, and Karl was immediately the first one out, not without gripping the man by the shirt and dragging him out like Mother told him to. He pinned him against a wall, away from the view of anyone, and the man laughed.

“You of all people should know how much Mother hates lying!” The man laughed maniacally, which caused Karl to shove him harshly against the wall. The man winced, and Karl’s eyes were filled with fury, the yellow from his cadou fully eloping his irises.

“You are some sorry old man, fucker. If you lay a fucking hand on her, I swear you will never see the light of day, got it?” Karl asked before throwing him to the ground.

The man kept laughing, never giving him a reply. Karl huffed, grabbing his hammer and beginning to walk back home. He knew he had to protect you, especially from this maniac of a man, but he needed time to do his own research to figure out where the hell you even could be.

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Days had passed since you made it back home, and you were now onto doing the things you oh so dearly missed. You stood at the giant window in your office, taking a sip of your coffee and looking down at the commuters below. A soft sigh left your lips as you moved to fiddle a bit with your ring, turning around and putting your coffee down on your desk.

You sat down, finally, and brushed off your skirt, unbuttoning the jacket you were wearing. You opened up your computer, starting to do your work that accumulated while you were on vacation. Though, your mind still lingered to the engineer who took care of you.

The door in front of you opened, and soon walked in your secretary. Her bubbly personality contrasted to your currently brooding state, but that wasn’t normal for you. She noticed this, cautiously putting papers onto your desk. You looked up at her, blinking.

“Miss… you have been pretty on edge the past few days, is something going on?” She asked, concern in her tone.

You gave a nod, moving to grab the papers that she had placed down. You looked through them, breathing in sharply through your nose before placing them down, elbows on your desk and hands clasped together. A small smile was on your lips.

“Alright, just wanted to make sure, miss. Your private car should be here in 30 minutes,” She hummed before walking out. You sighed.

Time really does go by fast here.

You looked down at your watch, seeing that it was indeed 30 minutes until your office closed. You stood up, starting to put everything you needed into your work bag, your diamond bracelet jingling a bit. The ring that Karl had made you contrasted heavily with the fine jewelry you wore, but you never wanted to take it off.

Soon enough it was now time to leave, and you made your way down to the private car. You hummed a soft tune to yourself, thinking about Karl as you did. Your driver started to drive you to your house, going through the gates of the community, then going through the gates of your house. You ended up dozing off at some point during the ride, jumping awake when the car halted.

“Sorry about that,” you mumbled to your driver. He laughed and shook it off, not caring that his boss had fallen asleep in the car.

“Have a good night, miss.”

“You too, Javi,” you yawned, pulling your bag out before shutting the door. You walked up to your front door, going inside your lavish house, looking around at everything that seemed foreign but familiar.

You missed the lively feeling of the factory, it felt like someone genuinely lived there. Here, your home has a polished, smooth, rich feeling. It caused you to shudder in thought. You were essentially living a life that you didn’t want, but you built yourself up to. You walked towards your kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine out of your wine rack before grabbing a glass.

You moved to open your phone, connecting it to the bluetooth stereo in your house and turning on some soft music. You poured your wine, taking the glass and slowly sipping at it. A soft breath left your nose as you thought, placing the glass down and biting at your lip.

You missed his touch and how it warmed you, you missed the laughs he let out when you would ask something stupid. You missed how protective he was over you, and it felt like the time you had together was cut prematurely by your own dumb curiousity. Tears filled your eyes as you grabbed your glass and slammed the wine down, going up to your room to change into a pair of sweats and a tank top. Putting on a light jacket and some slides, deciding to go towards the community park the gated neighborhood you lived in had.

Keys in hand, you began the small walk towards it. Your pepper spray dangled beside you, which was the only way you felt safe. You finally made it to the park, sitting on a bench and breathing in as the silence of the night, followed by the soft buzzes and noises of bugs around, was taken all around you. You moved to open your phone, looking through some apps.

Sighing heavily, phone now turned off, you slumped back into your seat. Your leg was bouncing up and down, arms crossed. It was such a pain in the ass, craving someone you knew you weren’t going to be able to see again. A shaky breath left you as you felt tears stain your cheeks, looking up and seeing a familiar silhouette in the darkness.

“Karl?” You called out quietly, before the light above finally shined against him. A small smile was on his face, and you immediately wiped your tears from your skin.

“Hey, buttercup,” he sighed out, exhaustion hitting him like a train. You ran over to him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. Karl held you close, taking in every bit of physical intimacy that he lacked for what felt like eternity since you had left him. Choked sobs left you as you broke down, and he tried to soothe you by rubbing your back.

Safe.

You pulled away from him, sniffing and hiccuping a bit as you did. Karl stayed quiet, not wanting to startle you by why he was here, so he kept it to himself. He moved to look at your left hand, seeing the ring was still around your finger, a small hum leaving him.

“Missed me that much, huh?” he joked, chuckling afterwards. You nodded.

This moment was something you had been longing for since you escaped, and it felt surreal that he was in front of you again. You moved to intertwine your fingers together, starting to lead him to your house. Karl looked around, seeing how wealthy these homes looked, eyebrow raising a bit.

“I didn’t know you were this rich,” Karl spoke, and you looked back at him. You made it to the gate of your home, putting in the pin, letting it open.

“I made my way around. I built a name for myself pretty early, and now I am the CEO of a multimillion dollar company,” you replied. Karl’s eyes widened.

“Multimillion?”

You giggled a bit, opening your front door and letting him inside. He was honestly shocked, looking around at the polished stone and marble that riddled the floors and pillars in your house.

“I know… I never really talk about it, but it is kinda hard to hide when your house is like… this,” you shrugged, motioning to the house. Karl gave a nod, mumbling a wow.

You showed him around your humble abode, the same way he gave you a tour of his factory when you finally woke up. It felt odd, showing a man like him a place like this, but you didn’t care. You knew he didn’t care either. Soon, you made it to your room and you showed it to him. He looked at everything.

The modesty and modern feel of your whole entire house was even shown in your room. Though, your desk was filled with water bottles and crumpled paper, laptop open to a random tab. Your bed sheets and comforter were still messy from the nights sleep you got before. You let yourself have your own chaotic space, and instead of it being your whole house, it was your room.

You glanced back at him, seeing him look at the books on the shelves that were beside your door. Taking this as a chance, you wrapped your hands around him from behind and rested your head against his back. Karl didn’t tense up at the feeling of your hands, but more so leaned into the warmth he desperately craved.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly against his jacket. He bit at his lip.

“Just missed you, that’s all…”

“So you looked me up?” You asked teasingly, a giggle leaving your lips as he turned around. He rolled his eyes.

“Had to make sure you weren’t a serial killer or somethin’.”

“You are literally… nevermind,” you laughed. Karl chuckled, before caressing your check with one of his hands. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You immediately melted into the feeling, and it started to become feverish fast.

Karl began to kiss you deeply, which you accepted. Your hands knocked his hat off, gripping at his hair as his hands went from your hips to your ass, gripping at it harshly as you let out a soft moan against his lips. The moment was hot and heavy, and you enjoyed every bit of it as you pressed your hips against his. His tongue immediately went into your mouth, rubbing against your own before his hands gripped at your shirt.

The moment lingered on, the make out session becoming more heavy before he finally pulled away. Both of you had spit covered lips, slightly rosey cheeks and your clothes were a bit of a tugged on mess. A giggle left you as Karl smirked, moving to take off his clothes, leaving his boxers on. You took your sweat pants off, not being a fan of sleeping in them before you moved to lay down in bed, motioning for him to lay beside you.

Karl laid down, facing the ceiling as you turned on your side to face him. You laid your head down against his exposed chest, hand against his skin. He moved a hand down to play with your hair, thinking as you two laid there.

“Tell me more about your life, Y/n,” he whispered. You sighed, not really liking the topic.

“When I was in college, I had an internship at my father’s office. I worked, did school, and life was going great. I built myself up such a huge name at both my college and his work… he owned it, and I was just known as his daughter… I wanted to be something more…

“Then… he got put into the hospital for this rare genetic disease that ran in our family… the BSAA took him, and I am assuming he died… They made me the new CEO, since that was what he wrote in his will,” you explained to him. Karl listened, still playing with your hair as you spoke.

“That sounds like a lot…” Karl muttered. You already knew his story, so it was nothing compared to his. But, it still meant a lot that he sympathized with you. He seemed to lock himself up for a long time, but he was open with you.

After a while of talking about random memories and childhood, though it was mostly you talking, the two of you fell asleep. It seemed to be the best sleep you had gotten in the days you had been home, and you knew it was because Karl was here to keep you safe.

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Your alarm went off, which caused you to groan, moving to turn it off on your phone. You felt Karl’s presence against your back, but he was also stirred awake by the sound of your alarm. You sat up, looking down at him, your hair sticking all over the place. He held back a laugh.

A small pout was prominent on your face at his laugh, moving over to the vanity in your room and looking at your hair. You sighed, going to brush it and grab an outfit from your closet. A nice white blouse and a floral skirt was your pick for today, along with some white heels. Karl watched your every movement as you got ready, sitting up against the headboard with a cigar in between his lips.

The smoke filled your room, which you didn’t mind. You finished applying your makeup, swiping lipstick against your lips before grabbing your work bag. You walked over towards the bed, sitting down on the edge beside Karl.

You took the cigar from his lips, placing a kiss against his before putting it back. Karl chuckled.

“Make yourself at home… if you need me,” you pulled out an extra phone you had from a bedside table, “call me.”

Karl raised an eyebrow.

“Alright… I’ll keep that in mind… please be careful,” Karl replied. You gave a nod.

“I always am, love. See you later,” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, moving to leave your house. Your private car was in your driveway, seeing Javi and giving a wave. You sat in the back as per usual.

Javi began his drive towards the office building, before taking a wrong turn. You raised an eyebrow, looking up from your phone. Confusion rose in you, causing you to feel a bit uneasy before you looked in the rear view mirror and saw a random man behind you. You let out a scream before he covered your mouth, Javi stopping the car and looking back at you with a wide grin.

You recognized the man who had his hand against your mouth as the villager from Karl’s village who saw you, but you didn’t know why Javi was acting so strange. Soon enough, it wasn’t Javi, but it was a random woman. Your eyes widened and your screams were muffled against the man's hand before he placed a rag against your mouth, you tried not to breathe in but your eyes slowly shut and you were out.

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“-Why are you doing this to me?! To her?!” You heard a familiar voice yell out. Your eyes fluttered open, and you were on the floor of a worn down church. You sat up a bit, looking around and seeing Karl up in front of some woman in black. The villager who saw you was sitting beside her, a girl in a veil on the other side. A big woman with… a large hat was sitting in a big chair, and some… freak was sitting in the corner.

“She’s awake!” The lady in black called out. Your head seared in pain, and Karl moved over to you before he was pushed back by the big lady who got up out of her chair. You bit at your lip, uneasiness rising in you. Your arms were bound in front of you, and you so desperately wanted to get out of this situation.

“Who gets to keep the girl who was mistakenly put into Heisenberg’s possession, hm?” The woman said, looking back at who you now presumed was Mother Miranda. Karl looked back at her, then at his sister, and then at you. He looked hurt, lost, and he was seemingly giving up. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

I will get you out.

He mouthed. You gave a nod, trusting him fully. Mother Miranda moved forward, looking down at you before looking at her son. You shook in your spot, trying to think. She knelt down, unbinding you from your cuffs and you immediately moved back once they were off.

“Alcina… I was figuring she would be the best fit as a daughter for you… but I am thinking I want her to go with Donna, until I figure out when to inject her with the cadou.”

At the hearing of his Mother’s plans, Karl immediately put a hand out, hammer in hand. She turned around.

“Remember from whence you came, boy!” She yelled. Karl was done with this, metal beginning to float around him as he looked at his mother.

“I come from the Heisenberg family, bitch. We have been nothing but little vessels for you to take dignity from to bring back your dead daughter,” He seethed. You stood up, pressing your back against the wall as the lady you guessed was Alcina came over to you. She turned around, back to you but seemingly protecting you from… something.

“How dare you speak to your mother like that?!” Miranda replied, her six wings behind her as Karl felt anger continue to bubble in him. He lifted his hammer, hitting the ground in front of her, a decently sized hole was now in the ground. You jumped at the sound, and Alcina put a hand slightly behind her to keep you a bit covered.

There was a piece of paper in her hand, and you grabbed it slowly.

Go to my castle. There should be a man named The Duke that is sitting outside of a gate. He will help you find your way. My daughters will be there to keep you safe.

You looked up at her, seeing her motion her head to the side. You silently slipped out of the room, the sounds of yelling and thuds and other things heard on your way out. You made your way outside, going towards the gate that was slightly drawn out on the back of the paper. A soft huff left your lips, before a man rolled out of a carriage. You jumped at the sudden boom in his voice.

“Ah. The infamous Miss Y/n L/n. Alcina told me to expect you,” the man, who you presumed was The Duke, said. You gave a nod.

“Here is the entrance to the castle. Bela should be waiting for you by the front door,” he added, giving you a map which pointed out where you needed to go. You thanked him, and he told you there was no need, that he was just “doing his job”.

You made your way up into the castle, the door immediately opening for you. You walked in cautiously, before being met by a girl who you presumed to be Bela. She had dried blood coating her porcelain skin, which caused you to feel a bit squeamish.

“Mother told us that you would be here soon! Are you okay, little one?” She asked. You looked up at her, blinking for a moment before giving a nod. Your head still hurts, and Bela could tell.

“Usually, she isn’t very keen on what Heisenberg does… but she saw how much he adored you. I don’t think she has ever hurt for him before,” Bela added, starting to show you to a place you could go to just… relax for a while. You met the other two sisters, and they brought you up some water and snacks… They really did try their best.

You sat against the bed in the room they let you stay in, kind of upset that your life was now not normal. You held your knees against your body, looking outside of the window before being met with a scene you didn’t think you would have to see. Four giant monsters were now fighting outside, and the door opened to your room to reveal the woman in the black veil from earlier. She held her doll close as Alcina’s daughters floated behind her.

“What’s happening?” You asked her, furrowing your eyebrows. She sighed, lifting her veil from her face.

“They’re fighting… I think Karl has finally had enough with Mother’s antics…” She replied, moving to sit down beside you on the window sill. You blinked, giving a nod before looking out at the scene below.

“I think he is going to win. Then we will finally be free of this curse… I’m Donna,” she added.

“Y/n.”

“I know,” she said with a soft smile, placing the doll in between the two of you. “This is Angie.”

You waved to Angie, and when she waved back your eyes grew wide. Donna laughed, as well as the sisters. You blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed before the whole castle shook with a roar. You bit at your lip. You wished dearly that you weren’t the cause for this mess, but it seemed like this was something Karl wanted to do for a long time.

The fight seemed to go on forever, and a small chunk of the castle was blown into. You moved away from the window, not wanting to see it, but Donna stayed seated. She wanted to see what the outcome would be between her brothers and sister against their false mother, and she secretly hoped that Karl would finally finish her.

Moreau was cowering a bit, not wanting to hurt his mother, while Alcina and Karl were fighting against her. Karl was screaming curse words at her, calling her every single hurtful thing he could, before it all stopped. Everything was quiet after a loud scream from Mother Miranda was heard, and time seemed to stop.

Karl started to get out of his form, the skeleton of it disintegrating. He walked over to the crystalized body of his “Mother”, immediately kicking it while Moreau was calling out to him to stop. Alcina watched her little brother, breathing heavily in and out. Exhaustion was flowing through all three of the,.

“Shut the fuck up you moronic freak! Don’t you see what she did to us? To everyone in this village? To a girl she didn’t even know?! Are you that dense?!” Karl yelled towards Moreau. Alcina shook her head.

“He still loved her Karl, no matter how much damage she did… at least she is gone now, for good,” She sighed, looking up towards the castle she resided in.

“C’mon.. My daughters and your… lady friend are waiting, as well as Donna,” Alcina added, moving to walk behind her brothers who walked towards the castle. Karl was quick on his feet, and as soon as you heard Donna say he was making his way, you started running down towards the entrance. The door opened and you were immediately in Karl’s arms, being held tightly.

“Buttercup, I am so sorry… I am so sorry I put you through this,” Karl whispered into your hair. You cried in his arms, holding close to him. You didn’t want him to let go.

“It isn’t your fault, you saved me, how did we know it would come to this?” You asked him, and he gave a small shrug. You pulled back, looking up at him to see that his cheeks were stained with tears.

“I killed the bitch… so we could live a normal life, together…” he sniffled.

“I love you.”

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Years had passed since the incident in an Eastern European Mountain Range, and life had been somewhat normal. The BSAA continued to come to check on Karl and you monthly, making sure Mother Miranda didn’t have anything else up her sleeve.

You were currently outside in your backyard, your husband sitting beside you with a beer in his hand. You had a mimosa, taking sips of it as your twin girls played in the pool, your youngest son sitting in your lap, grabbing at your necklaces.

“Do you ever still think about it?” You asked Karl, not looking over towards him. You took another sip of your drink, Karl letting out a sigh.

“Every damn day. That bitch is still running my mind it seems,” Karl muttered. You covered your son’s ears after placing your mimosa down.

“Karl! Language, he is starting to repeat stuff,” you whispered sternly, and Karl laughed. You rolled your eyes, rubbing your son’s head.

“He seems to not understand how babies work, Niko.” You hummed, pressing a kiss to his head. Niko giggled, grasping hard against your necklace, to which you had to untangle his hand from. Soft giggles left your lips as you watched your baby, bouncing your leg up and down, playing with him.

“Venus! Don’t be pushing your sister in like that, god damn!” Karl barked out at one of your twin daughters. She immediately began to pout.

“Sorry daddy!” She yelled over to him, and the other daughter swam up, giggling her head off. Kendra seemed to not care, swimming around while Venus jumped in and out of the pool. You sighed in content, loving how life became for you. Though that sense of normalcy had yet to hit you, the fact you now had a family with the man you loved negated that.

A soft breeze started to blow, storm clouds hovering overhead. Karl told your daughters to get out of the pool before the storm ultimately started, to which they whined and protested but eventually went inside with their towels wrapped around them. You walked into the house with Niko on your hip, going towards the kitchen. You opened the fridge, grabbing a puree of fruits that you made for him to eat for a snack.

Karl went and helped the girls get dressed, and soon came back with both of them in both of his arms. They were giggling and playing with his long hair, before he put them down to run a muck in the house. He walked over to you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before placing his own on yours.

“I love you.”

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squeiky · 4 years

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!!!List of papyrus things!!!

(Update 3! mini update.)

For anyone who needs more info on the guy! Since you usually dont see alot of info about him!

A list of stuff thats just papyrus's tid bits i've collected overtime!

(Disclaimer: some things can be taken off of memory, though I did search most of the stuff up, so you dont have to worry too much. But if your feeling unsure, search it up! And correct me while your at it.)

his room doesn't play/have music.

(If you have reunited playing at enter his room, it'll disappear forever. Untill you go back and let it play again. Even without reunited, a song that plays no matter what room your in, doesn't play any music.)

Never takes off his battle body.

(According to sans, he only takes it off if he has no other choice too. Otherwise he'll just put clothes ontop of it, or just repaints it if needed. He does how ever, change his pants but never takes off the top.)

the minute "royal gaurd " is out of the picture, he's got nothing.

(It was the one thing he worked up for. When the royal gaurd disbands He says he "working hard on doing absolutely nothing". Then again this can be interpreted as papyrus does say he is working on something, despite not being a royal gaurd yet.)

He lies. (And can manipulate)

(Though he is really bad at lying, he seems to manipulate just fine, though its usually not out of malice. He gets undyne to befreind you by mentioning "challenge", which is a weakness of hers, since she never can turn down a challenge. And has lied about floweys name to her to. Has lied to sans or atleast mislead him about the things he knows about. Pretended he didn't know what a lab was during a call in hotland, but if you call him when sans isn't there, papyrus mentions the lab as if it was common knowledge instead of saying "Labrador-y?" As if he had no idea.)

Changes up his attacks

( if you get captured a few times, you see variation in his attacks. If you do it right, you can get him too skip half of his entire attack.)

Calls his own puzzles "Awful"

(This happens after battling papyrus, he says "WHO KNEW THAT ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE PALS... WAS TO GIVE PEOPLE AWFUL PUZZLES AND THEN FIGHT THEM??" This could be interpreted in many ways.)

Spikes, fire, traps, fencless bridges: are all safe for children, according to papyrus.

("EACH AREA HAS TO HAVE A PRECARIOUS BRIDGE" -bridge likely to collapse, dangerous. "ITS MANDATED BY THE GOVERNMENT. OF COURSE KING FLUFFYBOY WANTS TO UNMANDATE IT SAFER." "WHY?! WONT HE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!)

Has "talked" with asgore before.

(Sadly, asgore and papyrus has crossed paths. Asgore advises him not to but dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. Papyrus wants to put dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. This results in them bickering over saftey laws, with papyrus usually winning.)

Tried to start a flowey fan club

(On multiple occasions calls flowey "his best freind" and shows genuine love for the little guy. He even gave flowey a little red scarf to match his, during the 5th anniversary winter alarm clock.)

Has photo-graphic memory for phone calls.

-call in the room where undyne chased you. He seems nervous, or atleast stressed out during this call. I'll leave any and all interpretation to you.)

(Ps: papyrus has bad memory, but good photographic memory?)

His disliking for grease

(Says this during a call with undyne in grillby's place. Undyne says she loves grease, and he quickly dismisses his opinion in favor of hers. Of course, papyrus HAS visited grillbys before, as the dogamy and doggeressa mention him with sans. )

Calls alphys "great"

(During the first tile puzzle, he praises alphys by calling her "THE GREAT DR. ALPHYS" )

Knows about undynes crush on alphus

(He teases undyne a few times on this, leading to the "hot voice" and "audible wink" papyrus lines. He's not oblivious to the things around him, unless he chooses to be.)

Put limes in his eyes!

(Conversation in hotland! The guy thought limes where cucumbers and stuck them in his eyes. When. He thought it wasn't working he put more limes. It burned like hell but he says it was all to have "mettaton's bishoning eyes")

Knows about mtt's eyes

(Nobody seems to know that mettaton has eyes?! Undyne confirms this fact. Papyrus is the only one who outright mentions it.)

He got mettaton to do the tile puzzle thing

(FOR SOME UNEXPLAINED REASON- mettaton was the tile puzzle robot alphys built. The puzzle robot papyrus had during his own tile puzzle. Infact, during mettaton's tile puzzle in hotland, he says that you'd is this a few hundred rooms ago. If you call papyrus, he starts rambling on all the instructions again. Hehe.)

he likes dinosaur oatmeal

(According to the undertale tumblr, flowey response to "whats papyrus's favorite food?" Is DINOSAUR OATMEAL!! YAY!)

really enjoys mtt's show and mtt in general.

(and mtt even helped him with a tile puzzle)

enjoys cars

Owns a car bed

(Want to drive one)

really freaking artistic!

(Paints a whole bridge, makes a snowpapyrus, made his own costume/battle body, built a okay replica of a sentry station)

The red book on the table in the skelebro's house is infact his!

(For specifics, the quantum mechanics book with infinite books inside of it. It isn't specified who reads it, but both brothers should be capable as jokes and puns are not out of papyrus wardrobe.)

has his own shed and tools.

(Also known as "the punishment shed, doghouse, cpature zone, guest room, a garage" or undyne's pun which was "the coolshed". Ah, to be enriched by shed puns... Wonderful.)

tried to learn the "horoscope"

(Got "stumped" according to sans)

thinks junior jumble is harder than crossword

wants a 6 pairs of hot pants and 6 pairs of legs to wear those pants

has a dream of owning a shop where he just sells flames

(Call near in waterfall, near the turtle man shop.)

He's very influential

(If he's the only one killed in a neutral run, even without undyne, a revolution will still occur. Look into it yourself if need be.)

Called himself a genius

(During the instance, where he talks to you after turning the light on in sans's room.)

Can't really tell when someones mad

(He couldn't tell when undyne was mad at him during a call. He asks us too.)

Doesn't watch anime.

(He thinks its like cartoons for babies. Jokes around with undyne for awhile before taking it all back once he knew she watched anime.-during one of the calls.)

Brutal kind of guy

(He says this himself, i don't exactly know WHY he thinks this of himself, but he does.)

Bookworm

Owns a bookshelf

(He has a book Its where his vast dictionary comes from.

Knows about the time and space manipulation tactics sans uses.

(HE KNOWS- HE MENTIONS IT WHEN HE TURNS ON THE LIGHT IN SANS'S ROOM!!)

believes you can be a better person, if you just try.

(And he's right. Even if you kill him he still believes this, beacuse well.. Its true. Undyne wont forgive you and try to kill you, sans won't fight you, bht he's still right either way)

Knows about river person

(He asks about how river person is doing. No body seems to know about river person, and its unsure if undyne knows about their prescence.)

The days in his date scene (Monday, Tuesday, weekday, Thursday,e.c.t ) changes depending on your computer. Even though the date in undertale is always Monday.

(River person has a scheduled thing that matches up to your computer date as well, but this is about papyrus, not river person.)

Weird abilities

(Flying and super speedy twirling, flying backwards. He doesn't even hide it.)

He's pretty freaking tough!

(According to undyne, the person who defeated asgore.)

His "absolutely normal attack" is a giant cluster of bones.

(In theory, his attack could be the size of the entire area, including the giant bone at the end.)

Papyrus can lower the giant bone at the end of his "absolutely normal attack"

Has Collection of bones (or was planning to make one.)

(The room behind the sink was made for.. His attacks/bones. Before toby(dog)came in and made a shrine instead.)

Is annoying dog's favorite target.

Has a cannon, spears, fire thingy, and a dog at his disposal.

(Displayed during the bridge scene)

One persistent dude.

Likes to say "NYEHEHE!"

Has alot of MTT items.

Owns makeup!

(Mtt brand of course!)

Never dated anyone before.

(He says it himself.)

owns a dating manual

Not much of a sleeper.

(To the point where he just calls sleeping "naps" which aren't that long. He outright says he's always working, so he doesn't sleep.)

Dislikes hotland

dislikes hotland x2

Dislikes hotlands puzzles

Dislikes hotlands ethics.

Doesnt know much about hotland

(Says he knows it like the back of his hand!)

Says he never taken off his gloves, so he has no idea how his hands look like.

(He wears gloves or mittens on top of his gloves. And refuses to take it off, like his "battle body")

Calls hotland's steam puzzles garbage.

Dislikes hotlands conveyors

Thinks L1 and R2 stand for left and right

( Of course, it takes him awhile. He starts making puns, and tries to compare the words to pasta, and THEN comes to the conclusion that its left and right. Its Trail and error.-)

Knows about death.

(Said he wanted to meet death one time during a waterfall call.)

He pauses when speaking as a lost soul.

("I MUST CAPTURE A HUMAN! THEN EVERYONE WILL. ...." This is unusual as he is the only one that pauses. This can be interpreted, but it is rather interesting nonetheless)

Alright this is a bit more interpretive. Things may not be 100% facts down here.

Disclaimer: i will be putting "Interpretive" in red coloring for things that have may my interpretation or opinions in! Please do be mindful in your search, and take it with a grain of salt. It doesn't make it comepelty wrong, it has facts! Just muddled with oppinions.

Ready?

self-worth problems.

( can be called interpretive: He always feels very unimportant, as if he doesn't actually matter. During a call in waterfall, with the puddle hallway, papyrus talks about not letting it "get to you" or something along the lines of that. Since undyne speaks from her experience with the puddles, then i'd assume papyrus would too.)

(I think its just a sign of self doubt or insecurity. Someone once said its dysphoria, which is a cool headcannon for paps or something. What ever it is, he has some demons that he doesn't want to let out.)

Forgetable.

( according to the genocide description)

( Interpretive: Other than that, he's not even noticable. Though, there are a few people that appreciate him, most dont really acknowledge him. Unless you kill him of course!)

Sad/depressed?

( interpreitive as well:Before the human showed up, sans explains how his brother was feeling quite down lately. We see a.. Happier side of papyrus through out our journey.. He vents out to us, the player/human, about things he dislikes, or troubles he faces. Hes like a froggit. Life is hard for a froggit.)

Smiles through things.

("This is where I tried to capture you! What a bad memory." -quote he says as he smiles through it all. He does have a sad emote, but so far i have only seen it during a call in hotland, where the CORE was shown. As your adventure is coming close.. To an end.)

Uses his playful "OUCH!" emote when you straight up kill him. Instead of his hurting/in pain emote when flowey catches him off guard before absorbing everyonesones souls.

(The reason is unkown, but that emote is normally associated with more of "light taps." Examples are, toriel's fireballs at asgore and flowey. Unless... Cutting off his head was considered a "light tap" then, but flowey wrapping him in painful vines is considered more painful than getting his head chopped off and still having enough consciousness to joke about it.)

He knows his cooking sucks and that nobody likes it.

(He's not naive. He knows. He even says it. "Nobody has like my cooking before!" - QUOTE. This isn't some hidden fact. He's trying his best, "mabye next year, he might even make something edible." -sans quote.)

That was all the stuff i gathered for now.

Feel free to tell me anything i haven't added! :)

yeah, hes a pretty cool dude, ain't he?

(Edit: i've added some new things to the bunch, and fixed/deleted ome opinions or unrelated junk. Please, continue helping me add!)

#papyrus #papyrus quote #undertale #undertale facts 101 #sans and papyrus

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wallwriterstuff · 3 years

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Our Dearest Moments ||Alec Volturi x Reader||

Warnings: None, this is nice and fluffy

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Summary: A request for @royalvolturisblog Forever is a long time to live, an occasionally a little reflection upon who we are and how we got here is needed to maintain our sanity, and decided some very important answers to equally as important questions.

Sometimes, life is not all we expect it to be. Sometimes, life is cruel. Sometimes, life is disappointing. For me? I can safely say it’s none of these things. My life had always been easy, the best of everything and wanting for nothing. As doting as he was, my father had spoilt me rotten and never let me work hard for anything, never given me life skills that most normal people would need to live a functioning, adult existence. Why would I need them? Money was not a problem for my family nor would it ever be, so why go to the hassle of building a life where a nine to five job sapped the life from me when I could, quite sustainably, simply enjoy my life to its fullest at my loving father’s expense? Why make your child work if there was no need? I would not settle for a subpar life as nothing in my life had ever been less than luxurious.

That was my life in a nutshell. It was flat screen TVs in a ginormous bedroom which would have fit some people’s houses inside it, four poster beds and every new games console, every makeup palette fresh off the manufacturers line and vacations to the most remote and lavish corners of the Earth. I never even had to ask for some of it, my father simply expected I would want things and provided them without request – as those of guilt soul are wont to do.

“Well? What do you say?” Alec asked, his lips pressing the gentlest of kisses against my shoulder. I hummed, leaning back against him.

“Forgive me, I was hardly listening to a word you said, my mind is…elsewhere.” I admitted. Alec squeezed my hips, arms widening around my waist to tighten his hold on me.

“You’re ignoring me now? How very rude. I thought we were passed this.” He chided, though his tone was more playful than scolding.

“Call it introspection.” I sighed. Alec chuckled.

“Introspection? Now that sounds dangerous. I happen to like you as you are, if you haven’t noticed.” He teased, pressing a kiss to my temple. I turned in his arms with a smile. He stood a little taller than I did but I didn’t mind; it always gave me the best angle of the soft curve of his jawline, the fullness of his lips that didn’t like to stray from my own for too long. It also gave me the perfect excuse to nestle my head against his collarbone, escape those all seeing crimson eyes of his. Alec had seen right through me from the very start.

“I happen to know, you inform me every day…you sap.” I smiled a little as he lifted a hand to play with my hair.

“Then why decide to be introspective? What is there to reflect on? What would you wish to change?” he questioned.

“I already have changed,” I pointed out, lifting my hand to play with his coven crest, “I actually work for a living now.” Alec actually laughed at that, pulling back to feign shock.

“You? Spoilt? I would never have guessed.” he teased. He wasn’t wrong. Even now my room was lavish, silks and fine fabrics and luxuries filling every corner, but at least this time I had worked for it. Being a part of the Volturi was a privilege in itself but it required hard work, it required proving your worth and working for the greater good of your species. It was rather odd, how I had turned my entire life philosophy around in the span of a few centuries. Maybe it was Alec, making me humbler and wiser. Perhaps I owed some of it to Vladimir and Stefan, who had taught me to fight for what I wanted rather than throw money at it. I could still remember that fateful day, though faces and names were murky now in my ‘old age’.

Samuel and Scott were two boys I had craved the presence of a lot in my human days, though I couldn’t honestly tell you why anymore. Perhaps it was the familiarity of money, or the comfort that came from knowing someone of your status and experience walked alongside you and understood your world view, but they were the closest friends I had for a long time. What was better than going on vacation with your friends at the closing of exam season? Rome had been beautiful, the sights enamouring and the food…I suppose it was okay – my tastebuds had changed since then. I could still vividly recall the kind of heat I wasn’t accustomed to back home, and the dazzling brightness of the sunlight that spotted my vision and made my ever blurry human memories seem even worse quality somehow. I also remembered laughter, and warmth, the kind of warmth that flooded your soul and felt like a good hug on the worst of days. It was strange, the things that stayed with you.

Then there was too much warmth. The process to immortalise one’s body came at the cost of burning the eternal soul till only a shell was left behind, petrified and cold. That was how Stefan put it at least in his usual, grim way. The memories of my time with them had most certainly been the most vivid, since I was very much a vampire by then and I could remember every little glance, every change in the tone of their voice. Those days….those days were full of anger. My doting father taken from me, my best friends none the wiser as to where I had gone and yet never once pleading on the news for my safe return as most others did for their loved ones. Through time and trial and error, Vladimir and Stefan had shown me that I had actually lost nothing in this life, only gained. I was stronger, swifter, better than any human version of myself could ever be.

Then came the gift.

It had been purely accidental at first. Another boy taken in by Stefan only to be turned (in what I would later find out was an attempt at raising a small army) was similarly gifted. He had the quite remarkable ability to make anything he touched smaller or larger, depending on what he wished it to look like, and unintentionally I had taken his gift to use for myself. He hadn’t stayed much longer after that, Vladimir and Stefan reluctant to let him part but allowing it – only because they knew the Volturi would send the Guard after an unruly newborn causing havoc. Why should they need him when they had me? They had been the ones to train my gift, an enhanced trait from my human life they had said – as I had taken what I wanted then I could do so now with startling efficiency. By the time Alec had arrived I had not truly gotten it under control, hence my confrontation with Jane.

It turns out the unruly newborn had been smarter than we thought, and the Masters’ had dispensed the Guard to see about this gifted vampire the Romanian’s had collected. At this point it had been months since we’d even seen the boy, years since Vladimir and Stefan had stolen me from Rome’s streets on one of their daring missions taking them close to Volturi territory. My gift had made me indispensable to them, though I like to believe that on some level they cared for me as a person, given all the gifts and birthday celebrations they had indulged in for me. There had been trips and movie nights all at my request, and affectionate gestures such as hugs and chaste kisses to my forehead that had lulled me into the false sense of security that I was where I ought to be.

“Your mind keeps wondering. I happen to be trying to ask you a very important question.” Alec was sounding a tad frustrated with me now and my eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m sorry, really, I just…do you ever have one of those days where you feel like you can’t escape thinking about the past? Thinking about the things that led you to this moment?” I sighed. It was perhaps a tad dramatic, perhaps even silly of me to be this distracted by such errant thoughts, but they wouldn’t leave me be. Alec stared at me for a long moment, and then he tucked a lock of stray hair behind my ear and swept me off of my feet to seat us on the sofa before our fireplace. Draped across his lap as I was, he had made me his sole focus and gave me his undivided attention now.

“I can’t say I do, so explain it to me. What are you thinking of in particular?” he questioned. My head tilted slightly, the briefest of smiles tugging at my lips.

“Demetri fixing up his nose the day we met.” I giggled. Alec snorted, eyes rolling.

“Vladimir did hit him rather hard.” He agreed. The commotion hadn’t much bothered me, my head buried too deep in my book to really be bothered by such trivial things, but then he had screamed. It was a blood-curdling kind of scream, the sort you heard in slasher movies when the victim is disposed of. It was the first time I had seen Jane’s gift in action, and the only time since I had stolen it. I had only meant to shove the menacing little blonde away from the man I had grown to see as a second father, only to accidentally set her own gift on her. She had crumpled like a straw doll, screaming all the while, and anyone else who came at me went down the same way.

Felix, Demetri and Jane just writhed on the stone floor while I tried and failed to keep Alec at bay, the mate bond I had unknowingly just set with him the moment we locked eyes preventing me from hurting him and vice versa. His mist had danced at the edges of my feet as he gave me more warnings than I was sure was customary of a Guard with his reputation until I managed to calm the raging inferno in my own mind, and douse the flames in theirs.

“Then you misted me.” I recalled, scowling at him slightly. Alec looked amused.

“You were getting rather violent,” he pointed out, “I’d merely suggested an even trade, their lives for you accompanying us to Volterra, and poor Demetri lost his nose a second time that day.” I could still recall the crunch of his skin beneath my knuckles as I vowed to never let them take me anywhere, and now two centuries on I couldn’t bear the thought of being anywhere other than in Alec’s lap. His hand skimmed my arm as I dropped my head on his shoulder.

“You think he would forgive me for that by now.” I said. Alec chuckled and kissed my forehead.

“Not in a million years, his ego is more fragile than his nose.” He murmured against my skin. I hadn’t been happy for a very long time after that. Dragged away from my home against my will and told it was all for a mate bond I hadn’t been ready to accept. I was cruel, very cruel, and I called Alec all sorts of filthy names. Neither him nor Jane had ever really done me wrong, yet still I rarely addressed them as anything other than ‘witch’ or ‘terrors 1 and 2’. I spent the majority of my days avoiding as many people as I could really, though I found Marcus to be quite calming and consequently ended up with the Masters’ more often than not. It was with their encouragement I ended up confronting my two-arch nemesis, their gentle prodding that had led me into Alec’s arms in the end.

“God I’m sure your mother would weep if she could see you now!”

“She did! She wept and pleaded with the villagers tying us to the stake until they caved her head in with stones. How about yours?”

I cringed slightly, the memory as fresh as if it had been just yesterday. Jane had looked ready to roast me that day, while Alec had cut me down to size with his words. Their mother’s fate, their deaths, they were nothing such of tragic incidents that should never have occurred, not to these two. It had triggered a memory I had thought had faded as most other human memories had, though I could see no eyes in the soft, familiar features of my mother’s face given I couldn’t remember the colour of them. She had been reaching for me in my dreams for years, that single bloodied hand protruding from the wreckage of a car only I had escaped from haunted me to this day. How far I had strayed from the woman she would have wanted me to become.

“How could you forgive me?” I asked finally. Alec raised his eyebrows.

“For punching Demetri in the face? Quite easily. I found it entertaining.” He answered.

“Not for that! For…everything else. I was nothing short of difficult and downright cruel to you.” I reminded him. Alec tilted his head, quietly making a noise of understanding. It wasn’t so long ago Alec had asked me to marry him, at least, five years didn’t seem all that long for a vampire. He shifted till I was facing him, straddling his lap and chest to chest with our noses almost touching.

“I forgave you because I loved you, even then. I didn’t see cruelty, I saw hurt that never truly healed. Our scarred hearts were made for one another, even if you weren’t ready to accept it.” He murmured.

“But all those awful names I called you…” I sighed, closing my eyes as shame ate away at my insides. Alec chuckled.

“Some were quite inventive, I’ll give you that,” he said wryly, “Y/N…you replaced every bad memory with a good one. The time you gifted me that bookmark because you knew how much I loved to read? The memory of our first walk in the Garden’s together where you taught me all about gardening and when the best time of year to plant certain flowers was. Our first kiss, the first time you held my hand even. You made the effort to make it right.” He kissed my nose sweetly before capturing my lips with his. His every kiss had been intoxicating since our very first one, the sweet taste of his mouth on mine addictive, the way his lips moved a hypnotic dance I could forever get lost in performing with him over and over. When we parted I pressed my forehead to his.

“I do love you, you know.” I swore. Alec flashed me a smile.

“I know, you impossible little brat,” he teased, tugging my hair lightly, “Now will you please listen to what I’ve been so desperately trying to ask you all day now?” My eyes rolled, but I nodded.

“Make it worth my while, baby.” I teased.

“Don’t, you know I hate when you call me that,” he warned, though his lips twitched upwards, “Y/N, my impossibly stubborn, talented little beauty. I’ve never been in doubt you love me, and I hope I’ve never given you reason to doubt that I love you just as much. You challenge and enrage me daily, yet you are also my greatest comfort and strength when I need you to be. So stop being so bloody awkward and marry me already!”

“That wasn’t a question.” I pointed out, eyebrows raising. Alec groaned exasperatedly, his head falling back against the back of the sofa. My head tilted slightly.

If my day of reflection had done anything, it was show me how far I had come. I was no longer the same spoiled little girl I had once been. I had become a protector of our kind, and my journey with Alec had humbled my tongue. I was perhaps wiser, far kinder. I had not felt worthy of the mantle before but seeing him beneath me now, my love so ardent in his affection and persistent in his showing of it, I realised I had no need to be afraid – I had proven my worth to Alec tenfold. Gripping his chin, I forced him to look at me. He looked rather frustrated.

“This is the modern era Alec,” I scolded, “I will never say yes to your proposal.”

“But-“

“Because you are going to be saying yes to mine. Marry me, Alec.” I didn’t ask, more stated it. I knew he wouldn’t say no. With another exasperated groan he shook his head.

“You do make me work for it don’t you? So long as I slip a ring on your finger I really don’t care who asks who. Fine, I’ll marry you.” He leaned in but I pressed a single finger to his lips, preventing him from kissing me. His eyebrows arched into his hairline, almost as if to say ‘what now?’.

“It’ll be a Winter wedding.” I decided. A brief smile flashed his lips upwards.

“Spring.” He retorted.

“And the bridesmaids will wear emerald green.” I continued.

“Peach.” He countered, his smile growing as I pulled my finger from his lips.

“Oh and I want diamonds Alec, they’re a girls best friend.” I grinned, our noses brushing now.

“You’ll get a cereal box ring and be happy with it for all the waiting you’ve made me do.” He huffed. I didn’t get to protest, not when he smothered my mouth with his own, both of us laughing as we let the past be and looked forward to our future instead.

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #volturi #alec volturi #x reader #alec volturi x reader #vladimir #stefan #the romanians #dracula 1 and 2

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firstkokon0is · 3 years

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wedding booth

chifuyu x reader

summary: where toman enjoys the day of school fair and yet they still wont make this a normal day for everyone— someone’s gotta experience the school fair at its finest

cw: none? maybe i should include the grammatical error.

school fair is finally happenin, everyone is been waiting for this day and have their freedom

there’s booths everywhere, food stalls, confettis on the floor and cue the dumb people who just dump their trash everywhere but the trashcan— and especially the students in all levels enjoying their life

and just because no one will literally care and its freedom day anyways mikey brought his toman in the school fair, the captains and vice captains and hina and yuzuha . you know, to add more fun.

most of the booths are located into the senior’s building— you guys grouped into 4, you got chifuyu, baji and emma on your team and after the groupings you guys separated ways, the others are not really into the booths special mention to sanzu and mucho— and some are heading to the food stalls.

chifuyu want to eat first but baji is already dragging the 3 of you to the booths and even decided for the team to take the horror booth first.

and lets just say the two boys are more vocal than you and emma, baji even slapped the masked guy who is just doing his job to scare people— chifuyu and emma holding fistful of your shirt almost ripping it off because of how tight they’re holding— good thing baji randomly flew to the air for unknown reason that knocked chifuyu into the corner— its kinda dark and hard to see so you didnt know where chifuyu flew after baji‘s impact

“what the fuck was that— who’s fhat??? who flew?” chifuyu exclaimed ”sorry man i didnt know that happened” baji apologize and with that the time is up, the door finally opened— finally a light to see, you guys got out of there and for a good 3 minutes its the whole topic, while heading into the food stalls to get something to bite

but that didn’t actually happened, because yuzuha and hakkai came to get ”you” and “chifuyu“ for something they said— “what kind of show is this again huh? hakkai- oh my god” chifuyu rolled his eyes when he met mitsuya’s gaze— knowing what’s about to go down, “sorry man, i was just ordered around to get both of you”

“huh?? for what?” your voice pitched up as you asked, “you guys are getting married” mitsuya answered “—baji and mikey listed down your names in the wedding booth so you guys are getting married today” he added

you and chifuyu looked back at baji—while you guys are still seized by yuzuha and hakkai— that idiot baji just smiled “oh cmon dont act like you guys dont want this, chifuyu have been struggling to ask you out so why dont we advance to the wedding already im sure you guys will make it official anyways” baji said followed by a smile— more like showing his annoying smile.

you and chifuyu shared looks and giggled just like how it is between you, you guys aren’t a couple yet, but its more than friends.

yuzuha and hakkai lead you guys to the open park where there’s really like a wedding ceremony, there’s a red carpet on the floor and white chairs and a??? fake pastor lmao its mitsuya.

of course toman is there to cheer on and some other people too who cared enough to actually watch the “wedding”

“love birds please step on the front” mitsuya said with his stupid mic, giving you guys spare rings to put on each other— he also gave you guys mics so your vows can be heard by many, chifuyu couldn’t even look at you straight he is burning, he’s all red hiding his face with his hand.

mitsuya is picking vows card on his hands, making sure to give you guys the best scrip— he handed one to you and chifuyu— he threatened to punch chifuyu if he didnt take this seriously and who said he’s not taking this seriously??

he got his vow on his hand as he started , “y/n, i love you and thank the lord for bringing you into my life, as we enter the matrimony i promise to always love you in sickness as in health, in poverty and wealth, iin sorrow and in joy and to be faithful to you, my y/n…..as long as we both shall live” he looks at you sincerely into your eyes right after the few last words— as he took your hand and placed the ring on your forth finger.

now you’re getting all emotional , its not even a real wedding but they way he looks at you and the way his words are perfectly said— but now its you turn, its your turn to let him know

”Chifuyu Matsuno, you’re the guy that i loved, you were my best friend first until you made me realize that you’re the one……” you let your words came out of your mouth, that wasn’t even in the script you just said it

“that….my commitment to you is one if give willingly, absolutely and without hesitation— im yours utterly and have been since the moment we met” you read the card out loud still looking at chifuyu every second— but you felt like you dont need the card anymore so you put it down to the near table and took his hand

positioning the ring on his forth finger but before that

”we were married before this day and will always be, chifuyu” looking deep at his ocean eyes, you feel like drowning in it if it wasn’t on the tears falling out of it, you pushed the ring in his finger and it makes you happy how the ring perfectly fit on his finger

“KISS THE BRIDE” baji shouted from the audience

“WHAT” you and chifuyu said in unison “we still need to do that??” chifuyu again hides his face

”its doesn’t have to be on the lips” mitsuya said which actually make sense

chifuyu just giggled and i guess he gotta do it “c’mere my wife” he softly pulled you closer and kissed you on the cheek— dangerously close to the lips

and that’s it, toman went wild and so the people around you “CONGRATS” smiley snaked his arms around chifuyu and teaed him non stop as the other toman went up to the front to say their congratulation.

hina and emma started bawling their eyes and saying how real it was.

”hey y/n…….chifuyu” mikey called, you all twisted your head to look at mikey “you guys promise me to make this happen in the future— where its going to be real okay??” mikey just had the softest smile on his face that made everyone almost shed a tear

after the very sweet friendship moment, our forgotten baji from the audience have a spare video of y’all sharing vows and probably shared it on his snapchat.

and with that, the school fair ended, one of the happiest day in your life— at first you didnt think stuff like this can happen, you thought you’re just gnna have a normal fun and nothing more— but what do you expect being in toman? you’ll be the happiest.

and i hope one day, mikey’s wishes for both of you will be granted…..him and baji was the reason of this beautiful mess anyway

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu x y/n #nah bc this is actually what i dreamed abt #so why not share

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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Crossover AU: Sans’s Lion & Bubbled Monster Souls

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Credit for Deltarune & Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Steven Universe Series goes to Rebecca Sugar

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while watching the episode where Lion first appears,

I got inspired to draw Lion as a Pink Skeleton with blue ethereal...?

I’m just gonna call it ethereal (I think it is a type of magic energy)

anyway like I was saying, Lion as a Pink Skeleton with a blue ethereal mane and even at the tip of his tail has the ethereal.

all the Monster Souls in Rose’s Room, are all the Monsters that were killed by Frisk, Sans bubbled them all and send them to Rose’s Room....which would technically be Steven’s and then Sans’s.

I was going to have the background be all black, but then I got the idea to have Lion in Rose’s Room.

the idea is that so long as the Souls remain in Sans’s Bubbles

they wont end up disappearing, and when Sans escape the Undertale Timeline and moved to the Deltarune Timeline,

he took his little brother, any other survivors and lastly

Lion and his Room that is known as “Rose’s Room”

like in a Steven Universe/Undertale/Deltarune Crossover AU.

Lion is kept instead and mostly keeps Papyrus company,

all while Sans is at work.

this version of Lion, when bring brought back to life a second time.

ends up getting a new ability, and that is being able to travel to different multiverses and AUs.

even to the place where Error-Sans & Ink-Sans normally hang out.

and maybe even where Core-Frisk is.

there could be different crossover versions of Lion,

at least I think there might be.

try picturing a Underfell version of Lion being really protective of Sans and any time Papyrus tries to make a grab for him or threatens him,

Lion would growl at him and hug Sans close to him in order to protect him from his Boss/Brother.

I still think if Sans and Steven are one in the same, then it is possible that how Steven become Sans can have different outcomes.

either he starting aging backwards when he is about to die,

and in his last moments he stops at the newborn age and he becomes a babybones and then is found by Mr & Mrs Wingdings

who adopt him, but also make him biologically related to them,

by taking each fragment of their souls and placing it into San’s Human Looking Soul which after the two fragments merge with San’s Human Soul, it transforms into a Monster Soul.

the Soul would also be “reborn” in a way, while still having traces of the Light Genetic Magical Makeup that makes up the Gem’s Essence.

as well as Steven’s Human Soul, which is now a Monster Soul.

it also has traces of Mr & Mrs Wingdings Genetic Magical DNA,

thanks to their two fragments being placed into Sans’s Soul,

and causing Sans to be fully reborn as a Monster and being reborn as Mr & Mrs Wingdings’s biological son, too.

I believe that the name “Wingdings”

is actually Gaster’s Family Name, this would mean that Sans and Papyrus’s full names are:

Wingdings Sans and Wingdings Papyrus.

just like how some humans have their family names come first,

it can be the same for monsters too.

so if this is true, then “Gaster” would not be the family name

but would technically be Gaster’s given name when he was born.

Lion could of been with the Baby Steven when Gaster and his wife,

found them (at the same spot Asriel finds Chara)

but instead of just being a skeleton, Steven could of still been human,

but after he left beach city,

he ended up deciding to check out mount ebott

but accidentally fell and when Lion sensed he was in danger,

he went to go save him but it ended up being too late.

Steven was age fluxing from when he was 14, 17 and even to middle age and elderly age.....but at his final breath, his last age flux stop at newborn Steven.

that was when Gaster and his wife came into the picture,

and notice the Lion had what appeared to be a human baby.

Gaster picks up the baby and notice the heartbeat had stop,

and with much convincing from his wife, the two decide to place a fragment piece from both of their souls into the newborn.

which caused not only the baby to brought back to life,

but it also caused the baby to transform from a human

to a skeleton monster baby.

which bewildered and shocked Lion and the Two Married Wingdings.

Gaster and his Wife [Redacted] decide to take the baby and even the Lion, home with them.

Gaster being a Doctor, did some tests and found out that by reviving the human baby with fragments of their souls, it caused the human soul to change into a monster soul and even have the baby become “reborn” as the Biological Son of the two of them.

there can be different ways that Steven becomes Sans,

this idea is just one of them.

plus when Steven becomes Sans and is reborn thanks to his new biological parents: Mr & Mrs Wingdings.

it also made him biologically related to his brother Papyrus.

and if there is a Gaster Jr. (because of the whole Gaster being Papyrus and Sans’s Brother too.) aka “Aster”

so not to confuse him with Gaster Sr...

he would of been at home during the time when his parents found Steven who would then be reborn as his new little brother Sans.

Sans could still have his Gem Powers, and when Lion ends up dying again....the Lion is brought back as Skeleton Monster thanks to Sans’s tears.

Sans could of brought Lion back to life when he was no more than 2 years old.

during this time Sans hasn’t yet remembered his past life as Steven Quartz Universe.

but at some point when Papyrus was a baby, his memories started to flood back to him and he remembered everything.

from his trauma that started in his childhood (Steven Universe)

to the breaking point he had a few years later (Steven Universe Future)

the only one he could talk to about it, would be the only one from his past still with him, and that would be Lion.

Sans’s Mom and Dad (Gaster and [Redact]) know very little about Steven’s past before he became their second son who they named “Sans”, all they know is that their magic and two fragments from each of their souls merged with his former human soul and brought him back to life and changed him from a human to a skeleton monster.

this version of Sans would end up having to move to the Deltarune Timeline, because the non-stop geno route that Frisk played through.

in the past resets, Sans didn’t think about saving everyone by placing their souls in bubbles, that is until he discovered he could

when he bubbled Papyrus’s Soul after Frisk killed him.

after figuring out that he could bubble monster souls,

Sans started to follow Frisk, and after they were finished killing a monster, Sans would then bubble them and send them to Rose’s Room.

any other monster that Frisk didn’t end up killing,

Sans would have them go into Lion’s Ethereal Mane.

knowing how Rose’s Room works, he knows it will likely try to make copies of the bubbled monster souls.

so in order to find them if they should get mixed up wit fake copies (that ends up being made by the room), Sans would have to use the new trick he learned, and that is using blue magic to grab at the souls.

if he tried to use the blue magic on a fake bubbled monster,

it wont react the same and will only burst into pink clouds.

he would then take the real bubbled monster souls

and place them in Lion’s Ethereal Mane.

when entering Lion’s new mane, at first glance it looks the same as how it was before, but now it is dark and the only thing that is the same is the two trees that belong to both Lion and Lars, as well as the small hill that has Rose’s belongings as well as the Portrait of Rose.

but the place is now in the Dark World/Void.

which means whenever someone goes in through Lion’s Ethereal Mane, their existence would be forgotten by the outside world.

the grass/hair/mane, could end up having the ability to have Darkners/Tulpa not end up transform into inanimate objects as soon as they leave The Dark World/Void.

this can be because of the new magic of Lion’s Mane.

on one side that makes up Lars’s side, the grass and Lars’s tree are still pink, but has bits and pieces of blue leafs in the tree.

on Lion’s side, Lion’s tree is fully blue

and becoming what looks like a Echo Tree and the grass ends up being blue too. all being same color as Lion’s Ethereal Mane.

even if Lars’s tree and grass hasn’t changed very much, it still ends up in the Dark World/Void.

if Lancer ends up finding that new place in the dark world,

he would end up finding the spot in the blue grass/mane

that would lead him outside, like he would end up falling out of Lion’s ethereal mane.

but he wouldn’t end up turning into a inanimate object but instead stays how he is.

so any darkner (Headcanon Name of Race “Tulpa” )

ends up finding that place with those two trees, where one side of the grass is pink and the other blue.

going through them and ending up popping out of Lion’s Ethereal Mane, will let them be able to keep the forms they had in the dark world/void.

not everyone has to agree about the whole Dark World being the Void and it has the power to make those outside it forget,

and only those who have been to the void will remember Kris and Susie if they end up going back there again in Chapter 3, cause the whole Noelle and Berdly being to the Dark World/Void,

and if they both are still in Alphys’s class, and Kris and Susie went to the Dark World/Void.

only Noelle and Berdly would remember them.

it would explain why there wasn’t a search party for those two

and no one seem all that worried about them.

at least not until they remembered them when they came back from the Dark World/Void.

it is possible when Kris and Susie ended up in the Dark World,

those in their world, still remembered them but at the same time as a hour past the memories of those two became foggy and when a few hours past the memories of them all but faded.

but if Noelle and Berdly have been to the Dark World/Void,

they wouldn’t be effected and would be immune, same would be for anyone else who might end up going to the Dark World/Void.

I don’t think Ralsei is Asriel, but could still end up being technically a creation of his.

but even if I and other fans had theories that Ralsei might be a bad guy, that might not be true for the real Ralsei that we meet in Chapter 1.

I believe the Ralsei we meet in Chapter 2, is a Fake and the real Ralsei is that Faux-Ralsei’s Prisoner and is being kept in a room we can’t get to yet.

another theory is that Ralsei is Flowey from one of the Geno Timeline from Undertale, when he ends up being killed by Frisk...

he doesn’t just cease to be, he ends up falling into the Dark World/Void and having a type of Amnesia, and when some of the essence of Asriel of Deltarune, entered into the dark world, it transformed that version of Flowey into Ralsei.

we know when Ralsei falls in battle, he at times will end up leaving behind just his hat and clothes, which makes you wonder what is under there and could it be dust?

it is likely Flowey is under there and whenever Ralsei falls in battle and there is nothing left of him but his hat and clothes, what is hiding in them might turn out to be Flowey.

that is just a theory after all.

anyway I’m going to go back to watching Steven Universe now.

see ya later and stay safe.

#crossover au #steven universe future #steven universe #undertale fanart #deltarune fanart #steven universe fanart #lion steven universe #skeleton monster #monster souls #rose's room steven universe #crossover fanart

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Biggest Wetlen Post List

Here will be every post I made about the Wetlens from asks, art, random and info, it’s underneath simply due to how long it is. Since I know some of you are very new to the Wetlens I made sure to grab every post that is related to them so you are able to learn more about them 😘

Btw this thing is long enjoy going through it lol

The first post of Slough

Second post of Slough and first post of the twins

Sad Slough

Old post of Slough and Trevor (rip Trevor for being benched)

First show of Cherri

First sneak peak of the family, my gosh we have go a long way

Slough WIP featuring Creeps

Three brothers WIP

Hog and Slough getting love

First HCs of Cherri

First WIP of the Twins

CherriXReader Lemon

First Slough HCs

Art of Wetlens meeting The Hilliker Brothers

Anon asking Slough to be their wingman for Cherri art

First sketch of Uncle Edward (Haggon) with Jade and info

The first art of Velvet and Mourge, with Haggon (the parents hadn’t gotten names at this point)

First mention of a Wetlen’s cousin

The start of the Wetlen tree with names!

Anon being a big ass drooling SIMP for Cherri

First upgrade sketch of the Twins

Twin update art post

Simpin’ over Sloughs hairy tum and boobs

Finally the Wetlen Character info sheet ft. Cassy (sadly has spelling errors)

Cherri with his prosthetic on

Hog HCs info

Anon asking Cherri to eat them (poor Cherri looks strangely drawn here haha)

How the Wetlen’s would react to their s/o in Cowboy hat and lingerie

Anon asking how deformed Lurfi’s kid would be

Anon asking where the Wetlen’s live

Anon imagining Lurfi with a daughter and Slough being a great uncle

Anon ask where Mourge abd Velvet capable of talking

The reason behind the Wetlen siblings names

Who was smartest between Velvet and Mourge

Anon asking recovery of Velvet and Bonnies births

Anon about Hog and Lurfi being big babies

Pronouncing the Wetlen’s names

Slough is best boi

First vs. Last Wetlen siblings drawn together

Anon asking if the Wetlens only eat people

Anon feeling bad for Velvet (when they shouldn’t lol)

Why the Wetlens came out the way they are anon ask

Anon ask whose best at sex, Saw-Tooth or Mourge

How sadistic were Velvet and Mourge

Anon ask about which Wetlens are Mummy or Daddy parents as well as Cherri being a dad

Wetlen’s and their bad teeth

Anon ask if Siblings would keep the traditions

Can Edward/Haggon talk

What happened to Griff

Are Melma and Paupii alive (but we accidently called her Melmi)

Anon asking about the Twins and Mibbi not having kids

How the family reacted to Haggon/Edward going missing

Anon asking about how Griff became infertile

Anon asking how Velvet and Mourge became their parents faves

Where did Cherri get his prosthetic

How the Wetlen’s eat their victims

Anon talking about Lurfi being a giant baby and having her own giant babies

Anon needs to remember Velvet deserves everything that happens to her UwU

Anon asking about how Wetlen’s would be with their kids around the victim cages

How long has Cherri been a camp groundskeeper

The Wetlens and sweets

Anon asking about Wetlen’s childrens first words and how the siblings would react

Cherri’s ideal spouse

Can the Wetlen’s read or write

The difficulty of the boys kissing with their teeth ask

Why Hog wont learn to read

The Wetlen’s and boardgames

Anon asking is Wetlens know where babies come from (they mean their Uncle Griff not Gill xD)

Anon asking where Hog got his cute fancy vest

Hogs ideal spouse

The Wetlen’s do know their birthdays

Melma and Paupii did celebrate Christmas as well UwU

Anon asks if Melma and Paupi would protect their grandkids if they knew what Velvet and Mourge did to them

Lurfi giving Mum vibes UwU

Anon saying Melma and Paupii sound like cat names

About Melma and Paupii’s marriage

Anon asking about Griff and Ogie

Anon asking about if Mourge/Velvet and Bonnie/Griff had a wedding

Anon asking about Melma and Paupii’s family

Cherri with his braids out

Anon saying Cherri’s hair looks like a mullet

First sketch of Adeline (Cherri’s kid)

Meme post of Cherri and Addie

Explaining Addie has Strawberry Nevus on her face

Anon asking what type of deformity the Wetlens have

Anon asking about how they get generators

Anon asking how Cherri mocks victims

Cherri is a thot destroyer

How much of a whore is Cherri

Cherri getting dunked on by anon for not wearing condoms

Cherri still getting blasted for not wearing a rubber

Cherri’s first sexual encounter ever

Jokes about Cherri being shocked at being a dad

Continues to joke on Cherri, the first sign of Elizabeth’s name

Anon asking who chose Addie’s name

More jokes on Cherri

Anon asking bout Adeline’s height as she gets older

Will Liz live in the swamp or town?

Anon asking bout how Liz must be happy to have a small baby

Anon asking if Addie has a nose

What type of babies were the Wetlens

Anon asks if Mibbi is bitter at being small

Anon asks why Velvet and Mourge didn’t name their kids

Anon ask about the Wetlens choosing names for their kids

What Addie was like as a baby

Anon making cute scene of Slough

Lurfi HCs!

The Twins HCs

What the siblings do on their spare time

Sloughs ideal spouse

Jokes on Cherri and Addie

Hog and Slough S/O being happy they’re pregnant ask

Ask about Cherri killing a creep camp counselor

How Cherri is with a smol and a petite S/O

Cherri having a stripper name lol

About Lurfi being a midwife

Joking of Cherri some more lol more joking and more jokes yeh we clowning on him lol also the twins ain’t safe

How large is their swamp yeh their swamp is big

Why Cherri’s hair like that?

Liz and Cherri’s ‘fun’ nights

First design hint of Liz

What if Cherri did have a bunch of kids running around somewhere?

How do shoes fit big bois Hog and Slough

Cherri adores Addie yes UwU

Why Melma and Paupii came out with extreme deformities

No, Cherri did not learn his lesson about wearing condoms lol

Anon wondering if Melma and Paupii called their first children ‘baby girl/boy’

Melma and Paupii do have good tastes in names

Addie and Cherri’s relationship

Do they have clean water?

First WIP of Elizabeth

Cherri is a dumbass yes UwU and so is Liz, a bit

Would Cherri tell Addie about their family history?

Do the Wetlens stink?

Dunking on Cherri and Liz Lurfi being brutal to Mibbi and the Twins Lurfi just chucking Mibbi like a basketball

When Liz came to Cherri about her pregnancy (this info may change later tho)

How Cherri is with Addie

How I plan to tell their story, but again this may change in future UwU

Cherri and Velvet having stripper names but don’t compare Cherri to his mummy

Jokes on you Cherri cant pay child support

They did burn money

Cherri’s hobby is sleeping

Jokes on Cherri’s parents also no spoilers on what Cassy did to Cherry yet also more about Cherri’s parents poor Addie getting too much info now about her family she will know no peace Poor Liz dealing with this as well

Anon asking if Lurfi is a bookworm

Teasing Cherri and Addie Liz picking on Cherri just bullying Cherri now Cherri just being clingy

Paupii teasing the grandkiddies

Final art piece of Elizabeth

Do Cherri and Liz still hook up

Melma and Paupii thinking noseless Cherri is cute

Cherri is a concerning parent really Cherri the sore loser Cherri doesn’t know the word consequences The twins getting told off Cherri swore around Addie once lol these siblings can fit a lot of trauma

How old is Liz

Were Melma and Paupii parents good grandparents

Who else has Mourge been with

What happens when Addie is used as a shield by a victim

Reaction of the Wetlen’s kids giving them flower crowns

Sneak peak of Melma and Paupii’s parents as well as names

Velvet does deserve what she gets UwU though her poor kids being terrorized by her and mourge getting it on Mourge and Velvet were vile

Where does Bonnie and her boys live?

What’s Ogie like Is Ogie like his whore Cousin UwU

When Bonnie and Griff learn that the Wetlen’s killed their parents Bonnie and Griff still about the Wetlen’s killing their parents

The Phillips meeting the Wetlens

Ideas about Mourge and Velvet’s final people/victims

Why does Mourge have the head scar

Info about Ogie

The Philips and the Wetlens More about the Philips and the Wetlens another joke on Phillips and Wetlens

More asks about Ogie

Where did Bonnie travel Bonnie and Griff joke How Liz and Cherri met joke

Do Ogie and his parents stink

Do Bonnie and Griff move around in their swamp

Ogies sexuality

Mourge’s Eyebrows

Did Velvet and Mourge love each other

Cherri as a baby

Velvet with her kids Some more jokes about Velvet and the kids also jokes on Mourge

Given the chance Velvet and Mourge would’ve killed Cherri

About Haggon returning home

If Melma and Paupii found out about Velvet and Mourge

Melma was the big one

Melma, Mourge, Hog and Slough sizes

Paupii was tiny

Cherri and Mibbi like Paupii

Melma and Paupii babysitting

Addie with her first cousins, once removed, joke Bonnie caring for all the kids joke

What would happen is Melma and Paupii were still alive

How old is Ogie Ogie wishing he was Cherri joke

Anon simping over Hog continuation of joke post

Cherri really being the only one who gets it in the swamp

Jokes on Hog’s ‘sex life’ The twins being nutheads Jokes on Liz and Cherri’s parenting

Is cousin Mitch big boi?

The dangers of either Bonnie’s family or The Wetlen Siblings

Are the twins equally dumb

How did Mourge and Velvet eat their victims

How the Wetlens are in bed

Why did Bonnie not leave for good Griff and Bonnie joke

About Odin and Bonnie

Does Jade have nicknames for Haggon/Edward

Chad Cherri vs. Virgin Ogie

If Edward remembered his past years

Jade having great taste

Did Melma and Paupii talk

Certain victims they avoid

Anon being thirsty bitches

Griff as a dad

Did Bonnie sleep around

Why Haggon is called Edward

About Hogs eye and another post about his eye

Lol teasing Liz picking on the twins Hog and Slough being loud fuckers

Have Wetlens been drunk

Addie a healthy baby

The Siblings living far from Bonnie and the fam

Did the Wetlens ever get high

Do the Wetlens own guns

Jokes on Hog being quiet, but loud man in bed

Is Ogie loud in bed Jokes on Cherri and Liz again more jokes on Liz Dilf Cherri

Wetlens sleeping habits

Was Cherri loud for his first time

Could the Siblings tell their twin kids apart

Anon simping over Slough and Hog again

Info on what Mourge did to Hog

Cherri telling Liz about his scars More Cherri and Liz joke posts Jokes about Hog and Slough again

Velvet and a victim of hers

Do the victims go to the cops jokes on those survivors

About Cherri and Ogies Voices

WIP art of Cherri art

Do they make teeth necklaces

Lurfi gives spanks How Lurfi is with her kids vs. her siblings Cherri and consequences Melma and Velvet about Velvets pregnancies Cherri and Liz jokes ....again

Did Malachi or Othelia regret getting together

What if there was a true crime youtbers

Addie seeing the comments on the videos both roasting and simping after her dad

About the people who killed Othelia and Malachi

Velvet and Cherri have Karren hair

Melma, Velvet and Bonnie’s height

Velvet and Mourge joke post Malachi and Othelia joke post Liz and Cherri joke post jokes on Velvet and Cherri

The birth order of Melma and Paupii’s kids

How did Melma and Paupii eat their victims

Does Velvets eye work Velvets eye joke post

Melma did love her girls UwU Cherri and Addie joke post

How old were Melma and Paupii with their first kids

Big cannibal ladies good Baby Velvet joke post

Where Malachi and Othelia good grandparents

Did Malachi and Othelia meet their grandkids

How I came up with Malachi’s name

Who was bigger Malachi or Othelia

Were Malachi and Othelia good parents

Othelia could pick up Bonnie

Anon saying to imagine Cherri having many children and them meeting Cherri

Wetlen’s interact with Alexa

Was Cherri the only one who gave his siblings names

Mitch and Ally (the siblings cousins) joke post Slough joke post

Nick names with Hog and Slough

Are the siblings afraid of bugs

The siblings fave food

Which siblings have a high libido

More about the Wetlens as parents

Who would be a helicopter parent

Their fave colours

About Melma’s eye

Again Melma, Bonnie and Velvets heights (But Bonnie got taller)

Lurfi having a bunch of kids idea anon

How old were Velvet and Mourge when Hog was born

Are Aly and Mitch twins

Did Mourge hurt Smock

The Hillikers/Wetlens with family joke post

Teen Addie joke post Teen Addie more joke post Addie joins Cherri in dumbass corner Clown shoes for Addie

Does Addie have Cherri’s mean streak

Info on how cruel Lurfi can be

Cherri, Liz, Addie joke post Anon wishes Cherri was comfortable going into town Cherri is 100% bad influence lol

Does Cherri torture his victims away from camp

Cherri has terrible pull out game

First drawing of Cherri vs. Recent

First sketch and view of Cherri new kids (ft. Addie)

Was Delilah planned

Yes the big three are getting kids

Liz and Cherri joke post again Joke post on Cherri another joke post

What did Cassy do to Cherri

Another pregnancy!

Will Morgan cause issues

Will the big three have a Morgan-like kid

Lurfi’s kid joke post more joke post some more joke posts

Cherri getting a bunch of Nephews/Nieces Even more Cherri joke post Just clowning on Cherri some more

Do they get sick

How would the big three react to their kids getting sick

Anon says cute thing for Lurfi UwU The big threes kids still being cute

Mibbi and The Twins are not best baby sitters Lurfi getting some love Mibbi and Twin are the bad influences Lurfi joke post

The Wetlen Spouses joke post more Spouse jokes

Will Addie have same-age cousins Addie could be baby sitter

Will Del have same-age cousins

What is Addie and Del like

Cherri and Addie are very alike

Addie saying Hog looks like Peppa Pig

Thinking about the big three sibling spouses

Did Melma and Paupii have a concept of protection

If Velvet lived, would she be nervous of her tall kids

Questions for the Wetlens