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yandere-sins · 7 months

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Not to be the monsterfucker y'all know and love but I was running around, clearing the map today a bit while I was waiting for a visitor and I found these absolute UNITS of skeletons (They are called Death Shepherds):

Like HELLO???? I don't even mean that sexually but WHY ARE THEY SO FREAKIN' HOT???? (Sorry for the crap resolution on the first pic, I forgot screenshot's existed and used my phone, but then I remembered.)

Also they were HUGE BOYS (yes, plural, there were 2. Like Gale certainly has BJ height at most next to them, they were MASSIVE CHUNKS OF SKELETON AND ARMOR!!) compared to everyone else, even my Dragonborn Tav, and they kept reanimating the ghouls (which weren't as pretty), so I told my friend who was obviously appalled by how infatuated I was with the skeletons really tickled my inspiration for them, and I was thinking...

Yandere skeletons that are just your scary dog privilege, protection squad.

(And no, we are not sexualizing this time, this is not Sans Undertale.)

You should have died that day you met them, but without any apparent reason, they didn't attack you. They just watch you with their holes for eyes, ever so slightly creeping closer. It's not until the ghouls sticking around them notice you that you get into grave danger. You see those hungry, violent creatures charge at you, their claws scraping over stone and dirt as they come for your life, when, suddenly, the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air and then flesh fills the crossroad where your unfortunate encounter takes place.

The scream ripping from your throat gets stuck as the head of the ghoul that attacked you rolls up to your feet, a now bloody sword lowering again as you hear the other ghouls whimper—whimper!—before they take off the other way. Instead, the two skeletons stalk closer, their armor rattling as if they were still living, breathing beings going off to war. Instead, one bends down, inspecting you with soulless eyes, its hand coming up to cup your cheek as if concerned with the horror etched into your face.

There's no getting rid of them. After standing around for what feels like ages, you are as confused as you are increasingly in a hurry to get away. Once you take enough steps away to turn your back to them without fearing being struck down, you make a mad dash for your life, running until your thighs burn and lungs beg for a moment to breathe—only to hear their armor rattle behind you.

Honestly, purely from a travel companion point of view, you cannot ask for anyone better. They are swift and skilled in battle, scaring away anyone who dares to come close to you, and incredibly low maintenance, as they don't need food or shelter, really. But they aren't mindless goons either, and that's where things get crazy.

Because one night, they decide they deserve cuddles for all the good they do.

As if being watched by the darkness in their eye sockets while you sleep isn't bad enough, you feel the hard armor press to your back one night, an arm—clothed but mere bones—wrapping around you from behind, face nestling into the nape of your neck. You can kind of come to terms with them trotting behind you all day, never saying anything, never leaving your side. You might even be thankful for their help when they keep robbers and goblins at bay and you out of any harm's way. Hell, you let them watch you do anything like eat, sleep, and—despite feeling unwarranted shame rake its claws down your body—bathe. But this was getting out of hand.

It could have been okay if it had only been a moment, but learning that these creatures sought out contact this intimate freaks you out. And it's never just a moment of putting their souls at ease, no. Because no matter how much you wriggle, they won't let go of you, their scraggy fingers digging into your flesh. You'll have to wait for them to switch if you want to try and escape, leaving everything behind to make a run for it in the middle of the night. But in stark contrast to you, who ran into the darkness without the time to collect things, they have all their belongings on them if they pick up their swords, and they can run endlessly without worrying about aches and stamina, catching up to you quickly. You'll just hang your head and be escorted back to camp when you decide to stop panicking, only for them to take the opportunity to rearrange and occupy both sides of your bedroll as they please once you want to lay down for another sleepless night.

It's not like you can get rid of them. You can't take them both on and if one falls, the other will just bring it back to life in an endless circle. You saw it before; no doubt it will happen again. Even if you talk to them, ask them questions, or shoo them away, they don't budge and cannot answer, getting into motion again only if you do. The most they ever give you to indicate their thoughts is laying their head to the side as if they don't understand you. Or admire you. Or stare at you adoringly. Who knows.

Things turn from bad to worse when you decide to end your adventure and return home. The stares you receive when you enter the city you live in with your hulking, undead companions are mortifying. Some people faint on the spot; others scream. And the two try to fight anyone trying to squeeze past them, seeing them as possible enemies to you. They made sure your life will never be the same. Neither friends nor family can get close to you, and no one dares to talk with you, trade, or even look your way. These two are creating a life where you'll be separated from anyone but them, and you begin to doubt they are doing it unintentionally. You'll never be able to free yourself unless you find a group that manages to actually kill them both.

But then again, as you stare at the night sky, stars twinkling above you, you can't help but feel bad for the two boney companions hugging you and resting their hard heads on your chest. The same ones that are so scarily indifferent, yet swift and merciless in a fight, straight out of a horror story with blood splattered on their white faces and swords in hand. Yet, they pick up flowers for you on the way or clean your equipment while you're asleep, hunting food for you and preparing it so you can cook and eat it right away. They are like needy puppies, putting their heads on top of yours while you read the map or admire the scenery, or hold onto your sleeve as you walk through a dark cave so you don't get lost. Clearly, they have some lingering sentiment, searching for warmth and affection from you. There's nowhere for you to run or hide, as they have all the time and strength to go after you. Maybe you shouldn't have given them names, shouldn't have treated them kindly when you started to travel together. But all these regrets come now when it's already too late.

Because they will let nothing and no one take you from them, no matter who or what they have to fight, just so they can have you all to themselves.

Their pretty, little, alive darling with a heart that races so fast whenever they do anything, be it scare or love you.

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Bonus points for you somehow dying despite their efforts (traps and magic are a bitch to avoid), so they keep reviving you, and they either...

a.) succeed, and now you owe them your life and have to live with the knowledge of what it's like to die and that they'll most likely keep reviving you, even if you die of old age. So you'll suffer eternally with them.

b.) don't succeed, and can't accept/don't understand you're dead, so they carry your body around, trying to show you all the pretty things they learned you like as you slowly decay in their arms until you are a mere skeleton like them, so they lay you to rest in a grave with them, coming alive only when someone tries to rob your grave before returning to slumber next to you. You three won't even be apart in death.

Like, sorry guys, that's my emotional support yandere skeleton beloved ♥

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weirdmarioenemies · 8 months

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Name: Nomi

Debut: Madou Monogatari 1-2-3

What the heck am I looking at here? That is a rhetorical question, because I know. But do YOU? If you don't, you should know that the character pictured is nothing but the speck! The circle and arrow are just to draw attention to him, and the text above him essentially translates to "I'm here". He's there! I'm glad. But who is He?

Nomi is a flea! A flea-sized flea. His name means "flea". What a delight! I can imagine him here saying "Oh, you found me!" in a high pitched voice (because he is a flea).

Though we've seen him close-up a few times, Nomi's standard appearance is the classic Speck, which can even be just a single pixel. It is very courteous to come with a label, because he is an enemy that must be fought! I so love that among these classic RPG enemies like wizards and skeleton warriors, there is just a regular flea. You may think a dungeon is no place for a humble flea, but he would do just fine if he could find a wolfman!

In the early days of Puyo Puyo, Nomi was, wonderfully, chosen to be an opponent! Competitive falling block puzzle games really have the most delightful roster choices sometimes! Pictured is the Neo Geo Pocket version of "Puyo Pop", featuring what I believe is the only localized Nomi. HERE. He is indeed HERE! Puyo matches are magic-based, meaning this flea can cast spells. Awesome!

Nomi may have been put aside in the Puyo series at this point, along with much of the creatures from the Madou series, but I will not let that end this post on a sad note. Would you believe that this character, this JOKE character, based on a widely disliked creature, who is essentially invisible in all of his appearances, would get merchandise? A "PLUSH", no less?

Behold!

He is here! ^

Also have fun with the Nomi emoji! It is here: .

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thebottomfromhell · 10 months

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my request does not have much to do with the upper moons directly, but rather with their partners. Imagine that one of the hashiras, any one of them, discovers the human partner of the upper moons and captures them to question why the reader chooses demons over humanity.

I imagine this could turn into something along the lines of "no, not the demons, just my partner" or "I don't care about humanity in general", etc, with the hashira in question feeling confused and depending on who it is, even outraged and disgusted at the idea of a human with a demon (Sanemi would be most likely the latter reaction, I believe). I know this can be a little confusing, but it's just an excuse for the reader to give the reasons why he/she chose to be with such a superior moon, even knowing what they are and what they do with human beings.

And I would like to thank you for write my previous request. You are amazing!

This is pretty nice ask, specially considering how bad most of them were to Tanjiro (I understand attacking Nezuko, but Tanjiro was only a child wanting to protect his last family member alive, to voach for his death and physically try to harm him more than strictly necesary to be able to do the job... really says a lot about moral standing).

Besides, I wanted to do something of them for a while. Let's see how this goes, and sorry for the wait.

GN Human Reader being an Uppermoon's (could be any) S/O is interrogated by the Hashira. This is before the Hashira Meeting with Tanjiro and Nezuko, but after Tomioka met them already.

Warnings: Referenced cannibalism, Mentioned torture, Use of violence, Implied sexual content, Reader losing sanity (and hating Hashira, making harsh judgements with the information they get), and Implied Hashira death (Alternate Universe, Muzan wins). I warn Hashira fans, this might be NOT for you.

You are tied up under the sun, and you can, for once, feel a grasp of the fear your beloved feels about it. Sun means pain, Sun means danger, Sun means death... As a human you were never meant to face that part of the day, you should have been afraid of the night, of the monsters and shadows lurking in the dark, there was a time you did. Then, inside the darkness, you did found fangs, eyes that shine in the dark, man-eating creatures just like the ones that you find in the folklore horror stories. The ones that you can hear people talk and lie about in taberns, showing scars and animal skeletons.

You have felt those fangs against your skin, bloodied hands, been gazed with those eyes as the only source of life in such a gentle ways. Loving, tender, sweet and kind touch. The opposite of the touch you have recieved just now, a kick in the stomach, making you relieved you haven't eating anything since you got taken here yesterdey... you would have thrown up, you swear as you cough... blood. More blood. It wasn't enough every drop you lost last night, at this point they are going to kill you. "Ara ara, Shinazugawa-san. Don't you think you are getting too far? We won't be getting any answers if you kill our prisioner." This people are crazy, you feel the violent one, Shinazugawa, grab the back of your neck and force you to look up. It hurts.

"I don't give two shits! This demon sucker wants to side them? Then we might just treat it as those monsters." Look who is talking. "I think Shinazugawa is right. We haven't reacieve any answers until now. If Kosho in one night was not able to make this freak talk, then why should we try anymore?" Says the freak who brings his snake pet to the job, job which includes torturing people, it seems. The giant one also adds his opinion. "It would probably be mercifull to end their suffering, decieved by a demon into believing they can love a human. Namu Amida Butsu."

The small woman, the doctor, found you at daylight as you were buying groceries, asked you for a private talk, saying she needed your help finding her older sister. She said that sister has been missing for a while and that she was asking people around for clues, even if they were not directly in the scene. You recognized the uniform of the slayers from the corpses your beloved tends to bring home, but you didn't think much of it. You thought that maybe she was looking for a demon in town, and you thought not answering would be more suspicious, confident that she would not rival an Uppermoon if it was about your beloved, if it was another demon you didn't know about, then you had no reason to care. You did not expect to be knocked up and wake up in a place infested with wysteria scent.

You hate it, you hate wysteria, poison, in makes you feel sick. But it also makes you feel sick. Is this why nobody has found the slayer's base? Because is surrounded by poison? It obviously doesn't harm you, but... the more you breath this cursed scent the more you know there is no hoping you will be rescued.

Now you fear for your life, you can see the Shinazugawa one raise his sword. Is this it? You didn't even get to say goodbye! There is someone waiting for you at home! You can not die here, surrpunded by enemies, your beloved forever ignorant of what happened to you... you can't leave like that, you can't! Thankfully, the young man with divided haori takes his hand before the sword can stab you... in the leg... was this all just to scare you into talking? You should not trust that. "Let me try." Says with a soft voice, finally something non-menacing since you woke up.

The spike haired man pulls his arm harshly to take it back from the other's grip. "What the hell, Tomioka?! Do you think you will be able to the something put of this mother fucker better than the rest?!" Tomioka, the gentle one, doesn't answer, just looks at Shinazugawa, unmoved by his violence, and knees in front of you, staying at your eye level. "Why?" Is the only thing he asks. "Is he an idiot or he really thinks he will be answered like that?" And just for that you are willing to talk, because this is the first one around who is actually nice with you without having to fake having human decency.

""Why" what?" You ask, because ir could be several things. "Why don't you answer?" "Why are you in a relationship with a demon?" "Why are you in this situation?" "Why do you love-" "Why is that Uppermoon different?" He frowns harder at each word, you can tell he is angry, but also trying, genuinely trying, to be understanding. He is the only one doing so right here and now, even though his mind seems more focused on something else. Maybe someone? Also the way he worded it... "different".

You know that special person, because demons might not be humans but you still believe they are people, is always different to others. That is why they are special, and that is why the bond you have with them is different to bonds you have with other. You know. But... what is different? What is so special it managed to get you in this situation?

You remember the they you met your beloved, just like today you felt you would die, but that feeling was burried with the sensation of being spellbound. You were not afraid, you were attracted, and those feelings were reciprocated. With time, which is a nothing compared with the amount of years your beloved has lived, has bringed you both close. Has given you good and bad memories, good and bad feelings, good and bad moments... you have felt happiness, frustration, empathy, sympathy, anger, sadness, pleasure, disgust, impotency, pain, LOVE... so much love you would not change any of those things. ""That Uppermoon".... is home." You can't think of other way to say it. "Is home", you have been picturing the face, the voice, the touch, the smell, even the damn taste of that special someone every second of fear and pain, thinking "I want to go home".

You hear a small squeal as everyone turns to see the woman of the pink hair and revealing clothes. She looks very shy the second she realizes all the attention is on her, covering her face with her hands, eyes close and you can see some blushing as she shakes her shoulders in uneasiness. "I'm sorry! It's just that... it's so romantic, cute and sooo heartwarming how this love is so deep to the point it's home. I never thought I would find someone with a love like this." You are... so confused right now. While she doesn't really look that threatening she was quiet the whole time until now, and to finally hear her thoughts after everything... it's so confusing. But well, confusion is better than fear.

"Huh? I think it's lame, the fact that this idiot thinks a creature like a demon can love a human. I bet those things are just into vore or something, so they date their food. Not gonna lie, as much as it's weird and disgusting, it's very unique! I think a dumb shit like this deserves such an ending! Direct karma!" Says the guy with jewlery and what the fuck?! And this people call you a freak?! You have never met a demon that has been into things... well... Douma is... whatever, you don't care. You are more than a flashy type of dinner, and you know it. "Don't project your kinks into my love-life, you sick pervert!" Ok, that was a bad idea.

You feel pain as Shinazugawa stamps your head against the floor, you can feel your nose break, making it hard to breath. "I would appreciate if you didn't speak of such obscenities. There is a child here." We all turn to the kid, almost at the corner, he doesn't seem to be paying attention... honestly, you forgot he was there, and as incredible as it sounds, you have the feeling he also forgot you are here. "I think we should not lose focus! No offense, Tomioka-san, but I don't think your question is relevant! Thos person is still intimating with a demon, an Uppermoon no less! We should have no consideration, since it's obvious this individual doesn't have it for the victim's of demon's!" Says the loud blonde, he is not screaming but still talks as if he was speaking over another loud noise. Between everything, it becomes irritating how he speaks so polite but is so decided into making your relationship as something... vile.

"OF COURSE I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS! DON'T ACT AS IF YOU CARED FOR OTHER HUMANS BEYOND KILLING DEMONS! WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME ARE NOT THE ACTIONS OF SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO SAVE OTHERS!" You are also loud, and your voice is now weird from the broken nose. It hurts to breath through it, so you have to take air with your mouth between shouts. "TAKING ADVANTAGE THAT I'M WEAKER THAN YOU TO DO AS YOU PLEASE! AND YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME?! BETTER THAN DEMONS?!" The blonde, the Tomioka guy and the pink haired girl have the decency to flinch, the others just look annoyed by you comments. Now it's a hit in the back that you recieve, you feel the snake freak press his elbow against your spine, thankfully not breaking it, the the bones are cracking a bit and you jave some spams because of it and the pain.

Again, thankfully, the Tomioka guy grabs his wrist and to stop him from doing more harm. "Remember humans can die from things like this. Stop." You only focus on breathing for a while, everything hurts so much. Your gaze becomes dizzy as some tears form in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. You are going to die here. This fucking freaks are going to kill you, whenever it's accidental or delibarate, this people are not going to let you live. "Shut up, you freak. Why are you so keen on defending them? What, you you also love a demon?" Tomioka frowns very hard at that, actually looking angry. "I don't need to love someone for not wanting others to suffer an excess of cruelty or to die. People love... and people protect those one love. But loving someone doesn't make you worse! Love make people do stupid but brave things! Why is that wrong for you?!" He even started shouting at the end, he has been so quiet before, just saying the minimun he needed to communicate and maybe even less. This seems personal.

"Tomioka-san. You must consider this person considers that demon victims are not concerning, to the point of siding them. This is nothing but a pitiful soul." There they go again, trying to decide what is right and wrong. Thryng to condemd your being a fucking human that loves someone. "I don't love everyone... People I don't know, that I have never met and never will... what does that has to do with me? Don't think you are better that me because you kill man-eating beings... if you wouldn't drop everything for your beloved ones... then you must have such a pathetic bonds with people...." you start laughing, everyone (or almost everyone) here is pathetic as a human being. They probably think that their job is enough good deed for humanity, so don't even try to actually be good for people and those around them. How else could they be such a group of disgusting-

"Oyakata-sama is here." You hear a soft voice, the child speak. Everyone kneels in front of a man who, like everyone else here, is young, but he is blind. He looks so fragile, sick, a white haired young woman needs to help him to move. This... is what Kibutsuji is looking for?! This?! This is not a threat! Just killing every damn slayer that spans should be enough, then you wouldn't be here! You can only laugh as your body hurts, tears finally falling from your eyes. Everything is so ridiculous.... damn... you are going to die. Everything is so stupid, and you will die. You will die only because you were buying groceries at daylight. You will die and you beloved will not know what happened. You will die here, because of this.

Fuck it! You will die anyway! Don't give a shit anymore! "I can't believe this is what Kibutsuji Muzan was afraid of!" You laugh and cry, laugh and cry, your head hurts, your back hurts, your face hurts, your stomach hurts, your knees hurt, your arms hurt, your heart hurts. IT ALL HURTS! You can see half of the Hashira ready to drop hands, or swords, at you, but hell! You already don't have any damn to give. You were ready to recieve another impact, any other impact, more pain but...

The sound of a biwa resonates with an echo, there is no more sun, but candle lights. You, the Hashira, "Oyakata-sama" and the woman besides him... you all are in "The Infinity Castle...." everyone else looks around, definetely more confused than you. But... What happened? How did they found you? Who found you? "Very well done, Y/N. You did much better than I expected, but you were kept around for something, after all. After all, I didn't let my cells transform you nor kill you as you taked small amounts of blood in those love-bites." The voice is familiar, even if you have only ever heard it thrice at most, there is no way of not knowing who this is. You tremble as if you were a demon in front of him, even if you are doing it more because you are emotionally exhausted, physically in a lot of pain and spiritually relieved... you are safe now. Away from the sun, under the light and comfort of the bloodied moon that you relate to home.

Everyone in your floor, the one of the humans apperently, look up to see Kibutsuji Muzan upside down in what from your perspective looks like a ceiling, but is clearly another floor. Nakime is right besides him, holding her biwa as she shifts her attention from you to the others. "I knew were you were the second you called me, I just had to send the information to Nakime and she brought you here with our guests." You can hear all the Hashira taking out their weapons, and then another note of the biwa sounds as a door appears and open behind you. As weak as you are you turn around.

Kokushibou, Douma, Akaza, Urami (that means Hantengu is inside), Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Aizetsu, Gyokko and Gyutaro are on the other side of the door. The fact Daki is not there and that Hantengu is already divided and protected speaks in volumes. "Now that everyone is here, I think this is the perfect timing to finish our conflict with the slayers... Permanently." This one is the real one, and you can feel your beloved's anger... Game Over.

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jankwritten · 4 months

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Jasico Bingo Challenge: Boyfriend Sweater

When Nico walks into the dining pavilion wearing a golden yellow sweater, Percy does a double-take. Actually, it’s a triple-take: first, he thought it was a new Apollo kid, then he realized it was Nico, then he realized it was Nico. Wearing a color.

Is the world ending again? Was there something really wrong with the milk in his cereal? What in the everloving Hades was going on?!

Nico sits down at table 13, unbothered as ever, and pulls the sleeves of the hoodie up. It’s way too big on him, like Big Bird shed and some poor fucker decided Nico di Angelo needed the empty muppet skin in his wardrobe.

(Is it Nico? Maybe some changeling creature kidnapped their resident son of Hades and has decided to take his place? Maybe Percy needs to go over there and test him out, y’know, knick him with some iron or something to see if he burns. If it’s an imposter, though, they’re doing a piss-poor job. Is it an intentionally bad job? Gods, it’s barely eight AM on a Tuesday, does he seriously have to go save Nico from somewhere and kill a monster wearing his face? That does not sound like his ideal Tuesday, if he’s really real. He’ll totally do it, but he won’t like it, and maybe he should start planning how to take out a creature like-)

“I can see the mountain you’re building,” Annabeth says, popping Percy’s strangely detailed daydream of hunting down and killing a weird, half-Nico, half-demon gremlin creature. He blinks the image out of his eyes and looks up at her, her hip resting against the edge of his table.

She looks amused. He squints. “Nico’s been bodysnatched.”

“Mm, no,” she says easily, with a shake of her head. “Nico’s wearing a jacket.”

“A yellow jacket.” Percy looks at the son of Hades again. He just- can’t wrap his head around it. He hasn’t seen Nico willingly wear a color since the guy was ten years old. “A yellow jacket that’s, like, twice his size.”

“It’s a molehill, seaweed brain. A jacket’s just a jacket.”

“But it’s yellow.”

“What was your nightmare about?”

Percy physically recoils at the non sequitur, tilting back in his seat incredulously. His- what? His nightmare? What does his nightmare have to do with a jacket, anyway, that’s got nothing to do with this.

He folds his arms on the table and makes a face. “That’s unrelated.”

Annabeth’s mouth raise at the corners, her eyes watching him like an all-knowing hawk. An owl, three-sixty vision and nothing but questions, who, who?

She pets through his hair and pushes her weight back up. As she draws her hand back, she taps his cheek, then his chin, and says, “just leave him alone, then.”

Percy watches her walk back to her table. When she sits, he buries his face in his arms and groans.

“Jason has also been bodysnatched,” Percy hisses to Annabeth during pottery class.

“What makes you say that.” She throws her lump of clay at the pedestal in front of her and gives Percy the same look she gave him this morning.

Percy decides to ignore that look, because that is the look of reason and he is far beyond that now. “He was wearing this black jacket with, like, skulls in hourglasses and weird skeleton butterflies and shit during Latin.”

“He is related to Thalia, you know,” Annabeth hums. She wets her hands as the plate before her starts to spin. “Maybe he’s going through the family goth phase.”

Had she not just leaned in to start forming something magical and incredible out of clay, Percy would slouch over Annabeth’s shoulders and plead with her to at least consider that something weird is going on. Maybe it’s not bodysnatchers or changelings, okay, but something is strange! Jason Grace does not just decide to wear emo shit! Jason Grace once had a panic attack because the Aphrodite Cabin stole a pair of his jeans and cut them into shorts! This is a man who has a stricter sense of style than Nico, who, fucking hell, don’t even get Percy started on that. The yellow jacket has remained on all day and it’s haunting him.

Annabeth dips her thumbs into the top of her clay and does not respond.

Percy slumps down into the stool beside hers and huffs, more for himself than anything.

Change is okay. Change is fine. But change like this, with no reason, is the opposite of fine. Change like this is a low-blow stink bomb in an otherwise perfect Capture the Flag game, impossible to get out of his clothes and his skin and his hair. Change like this is how people die.

He claws his hands up into his hair and listens to the steady whir of the pottery wheel, the sound of wet clay being molded and shaped in different ways. There’s a lull of conversation from other campers in the class, kids from all different cabins, because to them this is any other day.

Maybe this should be any other day to him, too. No, not maybe. It should be. This should be a regular Tuesday, full of regular classes with his regular friends who are ordinary in whatever ways they can be, but instead, Percy’s brain has to go and mix up everything, make everything feel- out of control.

HIs next exhale shakes too hard for his liking. His shoulders are too tense.

Beside him, Annabeth keeps calmly shaping her pot. She dips her hands into the water every so often, probably executing some flawless plan of action she drafted the night before. She’s not always delicate with her hands, with art like this - Percy knows that’s something she’s self conscious about. She never thinks she can be good at finer things.

That’s normal. That’s normal for her. Ordinary, to think that Annabeth Chase would tackle arts and crafts in the same way she would a war strategy, devising the perfect approach for a flawless result. Executing it flawlessly.

She pinches too hard pulling up the walls of the pot. It crumples, then swings off the wheel entirely with the force of it’s motion, splattering wetly across Percy’s arms and the other campers at the bench.

Percy watches Annabeth glare at her failed creation. She sticks her hands in the dirty water to scrub the clay off, wipes her hands off on her shirt, and pulls on Percy’s sleeve.

“I hate pottery,” she mutters as they rise together.

Percy grins. “I think it knows that,” he teases, and follows as she stomps toward the exit.

When the answer slaps Percy in the face, it feels more like a gut punch in the way it makes him breathless and off-balance.

“You’re…huh?”

Annabeth clicks her tongue. “You two couldn’t think of a better way to do this?” she gestures between Nico and Jason, standing awkwardly side by side as if they don’t know what to do with themselves.

They’re still wearing the wrong jackets. Each other’s jackets.

Percy makes a face, then realizes that might not be the best response to his two friends telling him their dating, so he tries to make a different face.

The world’s not ending. They’re just…together. Sharing jackets, like couples do.

“We didn’t want to make it a big deal,” Jason says. He keeps glancing at Nico and chewing on the inside of his lip. Nico, with the golden sleeves of apparently-Jason’s-jacket pulled over his hands once more, looks stubborn. Like he’s ready to fight about something.

Percy wipes his sweaty hands off on his shirt and gestures, though he’s not sure at what. “But Nico’s wearing a color?”

He feels more than sees Annabeth’s disapproving glare at the side of his head. Jason draws himself up, then seems to falter. His head cocks to the side and he shakes his head.

“What?”

“That’s a big deal,” Percy reiterates. “Nico doesn’t wear colors.”

“Nico is standing right here, wearing a color,” Nico grumbles. He shoves his hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt and gives Percy a glare that is far more familiar than literally anything else happening right now. “I’m allowed to wear whatever I want to wear, for the record.”

“But you don’t!”

“Well I do now. If you have a fucking problem with it-”

“I never said I had a problem with it,” Percy snaps back, immediately on the defensive. “I was fucking worried about you, you little shit, I thought something was wrong. I thought- I don’t know what I thought! I thought you two were swapped with some other versions of yourself, I thought you’d been- I don’t know- abducted by aliens, or fairies, or something!” He throws his hands up in the air, then drops them back onto his head, staring sort of at the middle point between the two of them. “You can’t do that shit and not expect- I mean, because, come on, guys, you’re you, you two fucking freak out if someone so much as touches your clothes. What were we supposed to think?”

The hearth crackles. It’s too pleasant a sound for the sick Percy feels.

Annabeth takes his hand, at least, and squeezes. His face burns with the shame of yelling like this, over this, it just feels so fucking stupid all of a sudden. He feels so stupid. Annabeth tried to tell him it was nothing, and he let it all get away with him, he let that nasty part of his brain win and win and win, and now he’s taking his losses out on them.

“I’m happy for you two,” he makes himself say, when no one else speaks. “I think I just also need therapy.”

Finally, Annabeth snorts. It’s a noise Percy knows, one he can ground himself with, same as her palm hot in his, her weight tilting into his side as her head bonks into his chin.

The stress he’d held bundled up in his spine and his shoulders and his stomach all day releases in an instant. He slouches back in against her and laughs against the top of her head.

“Jesus Christ,” Nico mutters, when Percy can’t stop himself, dissolving into a fit of hysterics over his own bullshit. “This is why I said we should just tell them. He’s laughing at us.”

“I think he’s laughing at himself,” Jason says. He sounds uncertain.

Percy hugs Annabeth tight, and laughs himself hoarse.

EXTRA

Nico stares at himself in Jason’s mirror, with the sweater hanging halfway down his thighs, sleeves hanging off his hands, the peak of his collarbone through the freaking collar. He narrows his gaze into a glare.

“I look like a toddler,” he says derisively.

Jason, still getting dressed himself, laughs. When he appears in the mirror behind Nico, looking far more proportional in Nico’s sweatshirt (which is frankly fucking unfair), his grin softens into a smile that’s- something. Sweet.

Nico twitches his nose.

“I look like I’m six years old,” he says, grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt and yanking down. “Why are we doing this.”

“‘Cause it’s silly,” Jason says. He presses a kiss against the side of Nico’s head and hugs him loosely from behind. “You don’t look like a baby, either. You just look your age.”

Nico looks down at himself. Maybe there’s a point there, a point to be made about how he dresses for practicality, dresses to blend in, but never to express himself. Maybe there’s a point to be made about how his discomfort isn’t really for how he feels about this, but how he thinks others will feel about it.

He tugs at the hem again, and looks back up. Jason’s eyes in the mirror are bright, as if taking in the sight of Nico in his hoodie like this is something to savor.

Nico likes when Jason looks at him like that. He likes how it feels to be looked at like he’s attractive. He likes how it feels to be wanted.

“I guess,” Nico concedes, leaning further back into Jason’s chest. Immediately, Jason’s stance is more solid, sturdy, holding them both up as easy as breathing. He holds Nico like it’s a promise that he’ll never let go.

He looks at the pair of them in the mirror, a cohesive unit rather than two separate halves. Jason in black is definitely something Nico wants to see more of, especially with the way Nico’s clothes fit snug over him, just a little tight at the biceps and chest. He looks good, not that he doesn’t look good otherwise. Different.

With Nico his contrast in yellow…maybe it isn’t so bad. Maybe he likes being the counterbalance, even.

Jason squeezes him again. Those damn eyes in the mirror are making Nico too warm, like his stomach is full of hot jell-o.

“Okay, fine, let’s do this,” he huffs. The difference in his tone must be audible, though, because Jason perks up and grins, his eyebrows up, face aglow. Nico can’t look at him for too long. It’s still strange knowing he can make someone feel like that. He doesn’t know what to do when Jason turns the full puppy-love thing on. “And stop looking at me like that, you’re going to give me cavities.”

“Okay,” Jason says in a voice identical to his expression.

Nico grabs his hand and squeezes it twice.

Jason squeezes back, so tight it aches. Nico’s heart swells with bright affection.

Alright. Maybe yellow isn’t so bad, actually.

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #boyfriend sweater #fanfiction #okay so this is mostly actually about Percy and Annabeth BUT BUT BUT. it's the Jasico that matters.#Jasico is the heart of it the crux of it.#so it still counts #I think Percy has a lot of trouble dealing with things that he doesn't perceive as normal from his friends #I think the switch really fucked with him in that regard #He feels like if all of a sudden the people he knows aren't doing the things he knows them to do then maybe he's losing his memory again #maybe something fucked up has happened and he hasn't realized it yet #maybe nico wearing yellow signifies he's grieving because the last time Nico's style drastically changed overnight was when his sister died #i think percy is also WAY too attuned to Nico in general when it comes to his own mental health #I think he immediately jumps the gun on ANYTHING NIco is involved with (hence him immediately arguing when Nico assumes wrong)#I think he and Nico have a fucked up weird friendship where they both hate that they need to know each other the way they do #idk. Annabeth and Jason are holding Percy and Nico's leashes while letting them meet in the most controlled of dog parks #Percy bites first but Nico bites harder kinda deal #ANYWAY #pjo #jason grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jasico #percabeth #hoo

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Nightmare likely used to be a burning Hell (theory? observation?)

This was originally another discussion between me and two friends, but I decided to make my own post in the end! But I will just pre-face the post with a remark that all Nightmares (Hunter's Nightmare, Nightmare Frontier and Nightmare of Mensis) are placed within the same realm!

^ Mergo's Loft (Nightmare of Mensis) seen from Nightmare Frontier

^ Masts from Hunter's Nightmare seen from Nightmare Frontier

> What points towards it having been a hot place once?

In the original discussion ( x ), @fantomette22 brought up the fact that geological formations found all over Nightmare Frontier (and Nightmare of Mensis too) are basalt columns, and are the result of volcanic activity!

I certainly agree that this is an intention! But I also want to point out from myself that the Nightmare Realm, more notably Hunter's Nightmare section, is covered all over on what looks very much like frozen lava:

It honestly leaves up to interpretation just how old the Nightmare Realm is! It might be a very old dimension, and things like Hunter's Nightmare or Mergo's Loft are simply the latest "installations" within it!

There is also another interesting.... environment object within the Nightmare Realm, that is less apparent but is still interesting to consider as a potential evidence:

Within Bloodborne lore, the 'skulls' are wrathful spirits of the dead, found as remains of the victims on Logarius' Wheel, in the spells of Logarius himself, the spells of wizards in Fishing Hamlet and the spirits coming from the glove of an executioner (profession, not covenant):

(Retranslation text from Last Protagonist's ( x ) document which I always use just in case)

So, imagine the spirits of the dead having once burned in Hell the traditional style, but since then solidifying? Not sure whether that'd mean being free of their torment now, or still being stuck in the Nightmare but with a bit of a "rebranding" on what the suffering is now! It could easily be the latter- heck, there are Loran Silverbeasts in the Nightmare, that should be very ancient!

^ There is some lore on ancient Pthumerians, more specifically the Pthumeru Ihyll branch of them, setting themselves on fire to "protect the sleep of the Great Ones"! It seems to imply that the Sentry (Keepers) of the Old Lords burned themselves to atone for the sins, but setting yourself on fire could guarantee the way to be where the Great Ones are? So, the Nightmare Realm!

(The part two of the theory under cut, since the question why the Hell stopped burning is a whole separate train of thought!)

> Why would the Hell stop burning?

I actually have a couple of ideas! My first guess is Age of the Sea! I know that Bloodborne doesn't really touch upon that stuff, but there are a few things to consider!

Not only there are corpses of similar marine creatures (looks similar to a whale skeleton), but also.... is not it strange that such a creature is found in the dungeons, the remains of ancient civilisation before humans? And Chalice Dungeons themselves are very wet, as if the literal flood happened in them!

The Sea rune (associated with Kos and what she was doing before death, presumably, since chanters in Fishing Hamlet say they beckoned Kos and failed to protect her) and the Lake rune (associated with Rom) represent the same concept of guarding the border between mortals and the Eldrich realm of the Great Ones! It even refers to the same concept of "guarding the sleep"! So picture this: maybe somehow this domain used to belong to another Great One (whoever it was), and after Kos took it, the Nightmare has changed accordingly... Maybe it flooded, maybe it rained. In either case, there was a lot of water!

^ I personally headcanon that Crawlers are adolescent forms of the the Parasites found inside of Kos, but I digress... Also, look at how many Sea runes are found in Nightmare Frontier:

(Put together by @val-of-the-north ( x ))

Currently, Kos was killed, and if anything, Rom counts as someone who took this "throne"? Rom might have had at least a partial influence on the form of the Nightmare, since Byrgenwerth is now floating within it? It could have been her own doing, acknowledged or not! I won't really go on about Rom much here though! I have a post from earlier ( x ) delving deeper into her being the "upside-down spider" (as referred to by Micolash in cut lines) and Byrgenwerth the upside-down university, but you still see my point! The "guarding the sleep" might be a very significant thing, as significant as influencing the way the Nightmare Realm functions... depending on which Great One is the central figure of it!

Another idea I've had is kind of connected with the crows in Bloodborne! This one is always a very deep breath to take, but here are some things: 1) Wet Nurse is very crow-like 2) Wet Nurse is very Pthumerian in looks and fighting style 3) There are depictions of crow-like Messengers 4) Hunters of Hunters put their faith in crows to deliver spirits of the death "in heaven, of perhaps Hunter's Dream" 5) Pthumerians have pyromancy 6) Pthumerians and their descendants Vilebloods are connected with those skull-like wrathful spirits 7) Cainhurst has subtle connection with the crows 8) Wet Nurse doesn't bleed, when you hit her there is just ash and feathers 9) Baneful Chanters beg "those who have no blood" to avenge death of Kos 10) We know that Pthumerians sinned very hard somehow, like, it is the reason of their curse 11) Keepers do what they do to atone for something ..

So like... What if the fire of hell was not really extinguished, but rather 'passed' to Pthumerians? So they have pyromancy, the "fire blood", but are also connected with the curses now? Maybe in turn those skull-like spirits live within their genes like Blood Echoes with the hunters, and maybe Wet Nurse herself was involved (since crows are travellers between Nightmare and reality)! All that hellfire transformed into a power of ancient superhumans. They might have stolen it to survive the plague of beasts, or maybe for power? Or maybe they were given it voluntarily? And the "bloodless ones" have the true power to control the Nightmare- so, fuel Hunter's Nightmare on behalf of Kos, her child and her worshippers, for example! It works with her status as a Wet Nurse too, since Mergo is the core of the Nightmare of Mensis / Mensis Ritual, and she is nourishing them! So, nourishing a section of the Nightmare. And, and, AND she might be not the only Great One of this 'type', because they say "bloodless oneS" (plural)! Maybe the powerful crowlike Great Ones are like Amygdalae!

Maybe both ideas work at the same time and Wet Nurse was beckoned for help like Kos once was, and in the same way she suffered somehow? Maybe stealing Mergo is the necessary sacrifice to atone for "failing" her somehow! Or Wet Nurse used to be the guardian or the barrier, like then was Kos, and then Rom?

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Sooo, yeah... The answer to why the blazing Hell is not blazing anymore is really less obvious, but I think the source material already has enough of the Lego pieces to put one together! I've made a choice on which variant to use, but to be honest I still second-guess to this day.... I basically improved my already solid version of the events while writing this post, the search for more ideas never ends I guess

#bloodborne #bloodborne theory #mother kos #mergo's wet nurse #pthumerians #bloodborne observation #bloodborne headcanons #not art #text post

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xerith-42 · 4 months

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Hello, you were open to asks right ? Do you have any head cannons about Shad and the shadow knights or how the Nether can affect the beings living in it ?

Obligatory reminder that I'm going to make it a habit to rename Shad to Araphel in all my posts until I don't have to put this reminder here.

I already touched on a few of my Araphel specific headcanons before (though there will be more), and I've made quite a few posts about Shadow Knights. The Nether on the other hand--

So obviously MCD was made long before the ever important Nether Update, but I think we should incorporate that into our ideas of this series. I'm just saying that a Bastion would be even more absolutely terrifying if the mfs hunting you in there were vicious Shadow Knights with a taste for blood that hasn't been satiated in Irene knows how long.

Warped forests are the most relaxing biome of the Nether, the colors of it often being a relaxing presence for Shadow Knights. Basalts are the worst to navigate, and even if they're immortal, dragging yourself out of a pool of lava you got concussed falling into because you made a single misstep just sucks no matter what.

Also, Shadow Knights aren't the only creatures of the Nether. Obviously I want all the Nether creatures that are there to be there, though I'd take Enderman out of Warped Forests and make Piglins a sort of shadow variant that makes it clear they were a race that existed in the Nether before, but Araphel's influence spreads like a plague. I think Wither Skeletons totally fit the vibe, I could see them just being the reanimated and smashed together bones of those who have fallen in the Nether but weren't worthy of becoming a Shadow Knight.

I think that Shadow Knights are adapted to live in the Nether. They're designed to sustain constant heat that's mostly dry (so living in Southern Arizona), and not much else. This means that the cold has a much more severe impact on them, and they really don't do well when it gets humid, girls are not built to sweat it feels so weird on their fucked up skin.

And there's those Shadow Souls! Those are a thing Jess wrote into the series! I think they're like the lost souls of those who died in the Nether who want to find bodies so they can become Shadow Knights...? Hold on Imma check the wiki.

Okay I was close, they're Shadow Knights who lost their physical forms and seek out a new host which... How does a Shadow Knight lose their physical form? Great question! I'd like to know the answer too! The solution to this problem is that they're both of the definitions I put above. I think they're great and totally seem like something Araphel would enjoy watching the pitiful existence of.

Because that's all the Nether really is to him. Another part of his game with Irene. Another playing field, an empty worthless world full of life that is only good to kill, maim, or take as his own for those same purposes. The life of the Nether never had a chance to fight against Araphel. Once he was able to return to partial power there was nothing that could stop him from spreading his miserable influence to the rest of this wretched realm. It's not like it was doing anything good to begin with.

I think the being known as Araphel that currently lives in the Nether is removed from the physical body he once inhabited, instead just being the worst parts of his soul banished. When Irene banished him she, and I quote "Shattered his relic". The relic is tied to the divine warrior in a very direct way, so I'd like to think that when his relic shattered, so did Araphel's soul. The better parts of his soul managed to find one another, refine, and reincarnate. Eventually.

The soul that lives in the Nether is the embodiment of his hatred, his jealousy, his rage, his resentment, all of the worst parts of his being condensed into a single irradiated spectre that refuses to rest. It seeks out the other parts of its soul, he seeks to be whole again. If Araphel can reform his soul and get his hands on that relic, then it's all over for anyone who dared to stand in his way.

When he wasn't in this miserable state, Araphel was once a man worth loving. He was known as the destroyer, but those he destroyed were those who threatened his loved ones. He destroyed tyrants, those who would abuse their rule, those who would harm his friends, and he would show no mercy to any being foolish enough to even think of laying a hand on Irene.

He had a rather dry sense of humor, one that bounced off of Kul'zak's endless ramblings and Menphina's sarcasm very well. He often sat with them in their little meadow, lamenting his woes of missing Irene while she was off saving more lives that he couldn't care less about. Araphel was the first to become disillusioned with humanity entirely, the near immortality of the relic weighing him down constantly. It was only a few years after he got it that he came to the conclusion only other relic holders could understand him.

The only reason that changed was when he got a whiff of betrayal. When he realized that something was wrong with how long Kul'zak and Enki had been gone, how Menphina was suddenly nowhere to be found despite eagerly answering his requests to see one another before. It was then that he retreated to the forest by O'Khasis with a mortal woman who held similarities to him. He wanted their descendants to look as much like him as possible.

He got his wish.

#text post #minecraft diaries #aphblr #aphverse #mcd headcanons #shad the destroyer #irene the matron #the nether #shadow knights #divine warriors #ask answered #queued post

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cosmiischillin · 13 days

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Twilight Town AU: The Ragdoll Monster

In the original Ruby Gloom, Ruby was essentially the lone “human” of the group. She does live with a cyclops, a skeleton, a banshee, conjoined twins, ghosts, a bat, and three crows/ravens. In addition to Twilight Town, there’s also a witch and a fallen angel. Now I do say “human” with quotes since she’s described a lot as ragdoll-like if not straight up a ragdoll.

So I’m gonna describe and sorta layout what type of monster, my process in creating her, and what I have planned for her for y’all to read below.

The Ragdoll Monster

So in the AU, she is explicitly a living ragdoll. I think it’s a general agreed thing in the fanon that she is a ragdoll in the likeness of Raggedy Ann. To be honest she reminds me of Strawberry Shortcake a lot more.

With that in mind, I gave her all those little stitches on her body and even alongside her clothes since I think she looks adorable with the patchworks and wearing a lot of textile knits. I even made it a special ability that she can sew her body parts if she ever ends up injured though you’re better off not letting her bleed

The Dark Side

So it is planned already that Ruby is more than just a sweet looking face. This part of her design was based on the earlier versions of her character. The darker and very much goth version before the show. I was inspired by these snippets from an interview about her and some artwork of her

She also has a lot of inspiration from Coraline, in fact her eyes were gonna have little white spots to look like buttons but I couldn’t get them to look right hence her big eyes now.

Now for her really dark side and Lore. Her monstrous side is based on two things. One is the creep factor of dolls and puppets and the other is vampires.

I didn’t put him in her mood board but Ruby got some inspiration from Wally Darling such as his creepy little stare which gave me more ideas alongside the early ruby works.

Now the vampire part was added when I began concepting classic monsters into the AU. Out of nowhere I began to draw Dracula with a regular doll version of Ruby. I love the concept so I expanded it.

Lore and Backstory

Dracula and other vampires can turn humans by having them taste vampiric blood so, to test it out, Dracula got a baby ragdoll then injected his blood into the doll’s insides. Miraculously the ragdoll was brought to life though she appeared to be like a normal infant with an overly cheerful disposition. It was only then she showed abilities that not even vampires could possess. Dracula decided to name her Ruby and sewn up the rest of her appearance, calling her his daughter. At some point, Dracula hired the Raven brothers to leave his castle with Ruby to a place she could be safe from humans and to record anything new powers she develops.

Ruby has lived in the Twilight Town Mansion for now 17 years. She is upset that humans see monsters as nothing but evil and dangerous creatures that should be destroyed hence why she creates her new Blog, the Good n Gloom where she will be able to show that monsters are just like them If not a little creepy and kooky. But that doesn’t mean that when push comes to shove, she’ll do what she has to do in order to help her friends.

I hope you like this slightly longer post talking about Twilight Town! This is the first time I got to go in full about the lore and what has been done for these characters! I guess the vampires are kinda different from the classic movie version ^^:

Next Character: The Banshee

#TwilightTownAU #ruby gloom au #ruby gloom #TwilightTownLore

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eye-of-the-phoenix · 22 days

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I want to like CRY so much

I just finished replaying it and I have so many opinions, as always. This game is unique for me in that I WANT to like it so badly but it just doesn't quite work. However, I stubbornly replay it and ponder what it could have been because I wish I liked it more. I especially feel this way because I live in New Orleans and its just so CLOSE to being good!

More thoughts under the cut.

PROS:

I actually think they did a great job with the setting. It's raining so hard that the power goes out and the streets are too flooded for cabs? There are weird creatures and bugs around every corner, some of which are messing with your belongings? The best food is from some sketchy stand served by some random Shorty person? Accurate, welcome to New Orleans. I can even forgive Bess for eating crawfish with the shells on with a spoon.

The characters are also good. Lamont is completely underutilized to where I'd never believe he was the culprit, but I can imagine running into all of these people throughout my day and it makes sense that they would all also interact with each other off-screen.

The core mystery is really interesting. It's the classic Nancy-gets-sucked-in-to-a-case-on-vacation scenario, but she really does stumble into the situation by accident in this one and has a personal stake because she gets attacked by the skeleton man. The progression is believable as she starts to unravel the skull mystery and discovers that Bruno's death was actually kind of suspicious.

My favorite ND trope, secret room/hideout/study revealed midgame, with a lot of things to look at and click on, is present.

CONS

The music is kind of a miss. It's not bad, but it should have been so much better. It has this boring CLK old-timey feel and they kind of missed the mark in my opinion. I think a more upbeat track with some brass, maybe something bluesy, maybe something modern would have added more variety.

The puzzles. THE PUZZLES ARE SO TEDIOUS. I hate that we find this book Bruno wrote and it's just a walkthrough to getting a bunch of eyeballs through various boring puzzles for the sake of padding the game. I use a walkthrough for like half of this game every time because I don't find the puzzles fun. My least favorites are the sneeze contraption because there is ZERO confirmation as to whether you're on the right track when you do it, and the tombstone pun puzzle because walking back and forth around the cemetery is SO TEDIOUS and it has zero replay value.

Bruno's house doesn't make sense because it's fairly spacious and kept up on the bottom story and the top floor that we can access is just two horrible moldy rooms. Bruno, you dropped dead from breathing in black mold in your own house, not a heart attack. Trust me when I say I know it's humid and wet here, but there's just no reason for the upstairs to be that uninhabitable indoors.

On a related note, I wish there was more to explore, and no, the cemetery doesn't count. There should be more rooms for Nancy to snoop through (where is Henry sleeping?) and like one more place for Bess to go. Or more things to do and click on in Zeke's aside from just looking at that one box a million times. Or the option to poke around Renee's table when she's away. NOT nearly enough snooping for me.

It's so dark. It's too dark. It could have been like 10% lighter or had a partial daytime element so that I could actually see what I was doing even a tiny bit.

#nancy drew #legend of the crystal skull #in the future this might just be a game i watch on youtube so i don't have to actually do any of these puzzles ever again

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ask-sibverse · 11 months

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@jumpybox 's request, a part 2 of this

Reader x Killer this time! I'm still trying to keep it one side x Bad Sabses and one side x Stars but uh. This is kiiiiiind of a deviation, oops

Your relationship with Killer was... Complicated. Color had explained things, way back in the beginning of everything, but he'd also tossed around so many terms that made absolutely no sense to you that you'd kind of ended up with the entire conversation in one ear and out the other.

What you had gathered, was that Killer wasn't fully bad? Ish? And lately Color had commented that you were seeming to have a positive effect on Killer

Of course, then Killer had ended up stabbing you, which had led to that nasty infection and DKA. To be fair, it was a fight. And his usual enemies to actually care about were much less fleshy and fragile.

So you didn't really blame him, honestly. Your frantic reassurances of that hadn't stopped Blue and Dream from scolding Killer the next time they saw him, or so you heard

Well then. You had been planning on recovering and then trying to pretend you hadn't just almost died because of immune compromised human bodies but there went that plan.

And of course, even after you had recovered past "should be in a hospital bed or Sci's lab," you were still incredibly easily worn out. And nauseous super easy, which meant no portals.

Which meant you were stuck in your boring, boring, boring AU. At least it was also Blue's AU, and the monsters were on the Surface now. So Blue and Stretch and Dream and sometimes Ink or others would swing by to say hello.

Of course, then a different skeleton shortcutted behind you on your walk home. "Knife to see you again. Been a while."

You couldn't help but groan at the knife pun. "Hey Killer."

"Dream and Blue said you got really sick because of me?" Stars he actually sounded somewhat concerned at that.

You groaned. "Not quite? It's more that you probably definitely don't keep your knives sanitized- why the hell would you? And diabetics have much weaker immune systems than normal fleshy creatures so, ya know. An infection can get bad fast. And then there's DKA."

"What's that?"

He walked with you back to your apartment, asking a thousand questions about your condition but also about what had just happened to you. Thankfully your apartment was currently empty, no random visitors waiting for you to come home.

"Come inside? I'll make us both some coffee."

He followed you inside. "Hey. Don't tell anyone, since I have a reputation to keep, but I'm sorry. I don't want you to be hurt like that."

You flashed him a smile. "Aw, even though I help out the Stars?"

He made a face. "Yeah. You're not like them though. Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like if you'd joined us instead."

You started making coffee, a bit more of a process than the modern drip coffee but you liked your method. "If I'd joined you guys I'd probably be living in the castle instead of somehow Blue and Stretch arranging for me to live in the monster district of Ebott City."

"Yeah. You'd like it though!"

"I'm pretty sure Nightmare despises me for how close I am to his twin."

"That's because he's just an overprotective big brother to Dream!"

You turned around to stare at him. "They routinely come close to murdering each other, and you're calling Nightmare overprotective of him?"

You both laughed at that. You made his coffee just how he liked it and talked for a while before Killer had to leave. Things seemed to go back to normal after that. At least you hoped they were normal now.

(Have a T1D reader ask? Shoot me an ask! Like this? Buy me a coffee!)

#t1dreader #killer sans x reader #sans x reader #people keep giving t1dreader so much love #I swear yall are gonna make me cry

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pinkandpurple360 · 5 months

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Just learned the imps of HB are meant to be little dragons/lizard creatures from this image here. 🐉🐍🤯 https://c4.kemono.su/data/3b/8a/3b8aa062340ebe3663eabf58ab0afe744034f2842f754d97ee8718dd6bee7f20.png?f=IMP_DESIGN_GUIDELINES%20posted%207-10-21.png

Its like, on one hand, there is evidence of this in the show with Striker being a little snakey with the tail rattling & his snout, but on the other, nearly every imp is so (weirdly, for once in Viv's design career) overly simple in design, I had no idea!!!!! I'm not late to knowing this info, right?!?!!?

And if they're based off of Satan, then how much do you wanna bet he's not gonna clearly look like a dragon???? 🫰🏽 Ozz barely looks like a rooster?? & it's unclear what circus act inspired his outfit, Mam barely looks like a spider (thought his green self was a caterpillar or something, man) Bee has nothing that says animal trainer in her design!!!!! Do you think we'll ever get a good sin design outta Spindlehorse, or should we just start betting money on bad designs to have some fun with Viv's inability to make a clear design for her shows???? 👀

I mean? Yeah a little? ^^; I knew blitz was a lizard from day one.

They all have serpentine tongues, they look like and move like lizards and are dragon-like to me. Mostly blitzø though, and moxxie a bit but not really Millie.

Also I’m still kinda salty over how binary the two genders are..even hair color being an afab or amab trait, really? At least we saw lots of gnc imps in mammons special.

I have no idea how Satan could look. Only that he’s buff and scary looking. I genuinely hope he has a terrifying face like yknow, a demon? Lol. The hellborn of lust are succubi and look almost identical to imps, I can’t tell the difference. Mammons hellborn are skeleton creatures and sharks. Envy’s are classist marine type creatures. Can I get conformation that the gluttony hellborn are hellhounds? That’s mostly a guess right now. My favourite hellborn have to be the sloth ring baphomets though their designs are always the prettiest to look at for me.

They have to earn wings???? How??

#helluva boss

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Rewriting&Redesigning Dragons: the Nine Realms — Part 4/4

D’Angelo Baker

There’s not much to say about the choices I made with his redesign other than how I wanted him to look like more than just a basic army brat. I did take reference from Snotlout in terms of his body’s physique.

Plowhorn

I actually really liked the original design of the Gembreakers. I’m just thinking that, realistically, it just doesn’t make much sense for them to have giant crystal looking spikes/horns unless their skeletons looked like that as well. Which it wouldn’t because we see dragon bones all the time and they look like the bones of any other creature on Earth, not like crystals. So I made the horn look like actual bone and made the rest of the design lean more towards a beetle.

I also wanted to make it’s wings more insect-like but I didn’t want to just straight up give her insect wings since all dragon wings look like bat wings in the httyd world, no exceptions. So instead I made it so that Gembreakers have multiple small wings, so they flap very fast and give off the impression of insect wings.

Alex Gonzalez

I just feel like this outfit gives off a more gamer/hacker vibe as well as it being cute. The detailing on her jeans and crop top is her own stitching. I did make her chunky, because realistically, she’s been inside all day everyday for years and with how often her moms seem to make her cookies, I would expect her to have some extra weight.

I should point out that I do understand that curly hair can be hard to model for animation this low budget but I think she just looks really good with curly bangs and I think I know a cheat code. Just copy and paste Gratuity Tucci’s bangs from Home. It’s a Dreamworks movie, so they have access to her model. I even straight up traced her bangs in this drawing just to prove my point.

Feathers / Pluma

I figured her design could be one where she looks scary but is actually very innocent. And keeping the Quetzalcoatl design aspect in mind, my brain immediately thought of the Slitherwing. Like maybe Feathers/Pluma could be a breed of dragon that’s a cousin to the Slitherwing, similer to Night Furies and Woolly Howls. Now I know these species’ haven’t been confirmed to be cousins but still.

Main differences between the Slitherwing and Featherhide here is that Pluma has feathers in place of poison and can mimic/sound-blast in place of venom-spit.

Also having a scarier design would help make Alex’s instant fear more understandable at first glance, since canon Feathers is just cute. And because my redesign now looks so much like a Slitherwing, on first viewing the audience would be worried about the poison Slitherwings have, until it’s revealed to have feathers instead of poison. A little bit of a subversion.

Eugene / August

I really wanted to give him this feel that he was like an Instagram or Tiktok fashion designer. That could even be a part of his character, maybe he and Jun bond over art and he helps her design the dragon armor later on.

Now I know I said that having loose clothing will look really bad in cheap 3D animation but listen; his clothes are not that loose and I made sure to frame his loose sleeves so they’d at least look okay within this show. And you can model wrinkles into the clothes even if they don’t move. Therefore giving the illusion of realistic cloth even though you’re not actually animating it like that. I also made it so that his pants would give some of that big boot silhouette without being bellbottoms and I didn’t make his shoes big as well —like I did with Olivia— as to kind of throw off the audience who'd notice, on whether or not he’d join dragon club.

You may notice that there are some similarities between his and Jun’s designs. They both wear thin sweaters (under August’s silk shirt), have circle necklaces and circle belt buckles. But with the clips of their buckles are on opposite sides from each other, as to kinda showcase the fact that they’re biological siblings but have animosities.

(Also note; I know the way his silk shirt shines is not how it would look in the final animation. That’s just the one creative liberty I took to make sure you would be able to tell it’s shiny in this art.)

Monstrous Nightmare

In regards to August's dragon, I think he'd name it Scorch. Original, I know but you know what? These names for the dragons on on the same level of Toothless being named Toothless simply because his teeth can retract.

I'd also color Scorch to be similar to the titan wing from rtte. Not exactly but very similar.

Other adults

I was originally going to redesign them as well since their designs wouldn’t have that many changes aside from better body proportions and maybe different hair. Along with Johann having modern clothes and Dr. Sledkin having a black or silver Rakke uniform. But it’s taken me two weeks just to make the pics that I finished and I have no more energy to make more. Maybe later on in life I’ll find the energy to do so and I’ll reblog this with those designs but for now I’m done.

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

#dragons the nine realms #dt9r #rewrite #redesign #tom kullersen #jun wong #alex gonzalez #d'angelo baker #httyd

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So I’m making a cult of snakelike human creatures, that basically worship darkness and despair, as well as negative emotions. I’m calling the cultists “The Serpentebris”(combination the scientific name for snake and the latin word for darkness). I’m wondering how a mashup of human and snake skeleton/anatomy would look like. Also, what would be a better design for the helmet of the cultists?

Snakes have some very tricky anatomy to adapt for a humanoid form, but that doesn't mean it's impossible, so here we go.

first, a colored 3d render of a snake skull I found on Sketchfab.

(image description: a 3d snake skull in profile, colored to help show the different parts. the lower jaw is long and thin, and the upper jaw has extra bones and joints at the back to help open the mouth wider. Overall, the skull is very flat. end description.)

this image doesn't show it well, but the lower jaw is also separated as two pieces with a gap where your chin would be. it just helps them have really stretchy mouths. now, I have some sketch studies of snake skeletons as well, to compare to a human skeleton.

(image description: several blue and red sketches of snake skeletons. They do have a neck, very short, and a tail where the ribs stop. The majority of each snake skeleton is made of a long and crowded ribcage. The skulls are shown at different angles, showing the split lower jaw as well as the range of the hinges, with one skull opening its jaw past a 90 degree angle. there is also a simplified human skeleton to the side. end description.)

now, you're gonna have to just fudge the arms on your snake people. I would suggest not using a human rib cage, as it would break the form up in a weird way. No collarbone either. The shoulder blades can be more mobile and located closer to the sides, like a lizard. They are related to snakes, distantly, so it can help to look at lizard skeletons too. got this one off the wikimedia commons. alas, it does not say which species this is.

(image description: a drawing of a lizard skeleton. like the snake, it has a very flat skull, a short neck, long ribs and a long tail. It also has a sternum, shoulder blades, a pelvis, and four limbs. These parts are all much smaller and thinner than they are on a human skeleton. end description.)

This is why I picked legless lizards as a base for snake people when I tried designing them for my own world lol. They have more similar skeletons to humans than snakes do.

(image description: two drawings of a humanized snake skeleton. the first focuses on altering the snake skull to give it a rounded cranium for a larger brain. the second image shows a full body skeleton with the shoulder blade and arm added in red just below the neck. The body is outlined in a very pale blue. end description.)

I didn't add a sternum or collar bone, to leave the skeleton flexible up there. But you can give them stronger arms if you do add a sternum and collarbone, since they help anchor bigger muscles. It would prevent them from swallowing anything really large, as the sternum would restrict how flexible the ribs are. right now, there is a big gap down the middle, so those ribs can move all they want.

Alternatively, you can make the arms stronger by giving the pectoral muscles some fused ribs to anchor to, without putting a sternum in the middle. It's fantasy, you can fudge it a little lol.

As for the helmet design, I do have some ideas for how to put a helmet on a snake head. You can alter any design flair as you want, since it should reflect the symbology of the cult your snake people are in.

(image description: four identical anthro snake heads in flat colors with different helmets on. On the top row, helmets that expose the eyes and cover the top of the nose. On the bottom row, helmets that cover the head but leave the nose exposed. Each helmet design has a unique style, such as flat plates, spikes, chin straps, and such. end description.)

Now you might wonder how those snakes with covered eyes are supposed to navigate. Well, I made this choice here because most snakes don't have good eyes! They aren't blind, but they kind of use their tongue and those funny little pits by their noses as an important navigation tool. So you could take advantage of that as well, if you want.

Hopefully this is all helpful to you!

#snake people #snakes #armor #fantasy anatomy #accessible images

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Grove Digimon Partner: Westley+Willow

Hi we are joining our headmates in picking out a digimon partner/line that represents us. We decided to go with a split Digivolution line that we thought would be fun. Especially since there are two of us. Westley+Willow is made up of well Westley and WIllow. Westley is a ghost boy and WIllow is a skeleton girl. So this should be easy yeah? Just pick some undead/spooky digimon and call it a day? WRONG We love Birds, so we decided to go with a bird/bird related creature theme. We also decided to play with a theme that we thought would be fun, a more bestial side and a more humanoid side of things. We also play around with some digimon who have awkward stages, ones that in their first appearance(animated at least) existed outside of the Traditional Rookie/Child> Champion/Adult> ultimate/perfect> mega/ultimate line of things and tried to fit them into a place that made sense. So lets start things off with Rookie/Child- Hyokomon

There are quite a few bird starter digimon that we like but we ultimately decided to end up with this cutie for a few reasons. The first being that we love chickens and this guy is just a excited little chicken friend. The second one is the Egg surrounding the body up a nice solid white "armor" if you will, which will be nice to help set up both "champion" stages especially since they are both armor evolutions which, armor evolutions when they first appeared made use of Digimantles or Digi-Eggs. Plus its just so cute. Any Way lets start off with the more Humanoid Evolutions shall we...

First Digivolution path: Champion/Adult- Harpymon

Harpymon is an Armor Digimon who tends to be accessed by a Child/Rooking Digimon(usually Hawkmon but digivolution in general is weird.) using the Digi-egg of light. We obviously had to have Harpymon on our list because heck our url is Harpyboytits of course it made sense. Not to mention it offers some visual cohesion from from Hyokomon, the white hearkens back to the Egg Hyokomon wears while the red is similar to Hyokomons Orange and the Gold assimilate to it's yellow. It also offers up some nice contrast to the other champion idea we had. But first Harpymon DIgivolves to

Ultimate/Perfect- Shutumon/Zephyrmon

It is a bit Ironic that I am making Shutumon the ultimate for the *humanoid* evolution line since it was the *beast* spirit of Wind in its original Appearance. But this sleek wind warrior seemed like a very nice pic for an in between stage between the champion and mega stage. I don't have much to say except I really like the design. I guess I can add that the wing/ears are super cool imo. Mega/Ultimate- Valkyrimon

I had a hard time picking between Valkyrimon and Ancientirismon but ultimately Valkyrimon ultimately felt like it was more cohesive with the line as a whole. The fact that it brings back a bladed weapon makes me feel like i can see this as some sort of Warp or biomerge evolution since those tend to incorporate elements even from the rookie stage. But it also had the white red and gold of Harpymon and ear-wings similar to Shutumon( although valkyrimons are a bit smaller) Alright time for the second potential branching path. Champion/Adult-

Nefertimon is also a digimon that tends to digivolve from the Digimantle of light( usually Gatomon using it to digivolve), you can even see some of the cat-like elements from Gatomon in this design.(which will actually be relevant later) That being said there are elements that could connect to Hyoko, obviously there is the winged element, but the Yellow, red, and white colors hearken back to both Harpymon and Hyokomon.

Ultimate/Perfect- Hipogriffmon

Hippogriffmon moves further away from Hyoko in terms of color scheme, with a primarily white and purple which it keeps from Nefertimon. It also regains some of the bird elements from the lines as a whole. It seems very stoic in nature imo. We always have been a big fan of Hippogriffs and Griffins... speaking of....

Mega/Ultimate- Griffomon

Griffomon feels like an appropriate end for this bird related four legged creature line. While it is the most visually distinct it keeps the yellow/gold motif and the massive front claws the two previous stages had. Amusingly this Griffin digimon has some elements from another mythological creature, specifically the Chimera which is often depicted with a snake like tail. But of course Chimeramon is a completely different terrifying digimon.

And there you have it Westley+Willows digimon partner. :3

#the grove system #digimon #Westley of the grove #Willow of the Grove #Hyokomon #harpymon #shutumon #zehyrmon #valkyrimon #nefertimon #hippogriffmon #Griffomon

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novemberthecatadmirer · 1 year

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Dumb headcanon time

Celegorm rejected the Call and haunted the ruins of Doriath

There were other spirits out there but they had purposes they stayed because they could not leave their loved ones who were still there living and surviving

They were Sindar and they cursed at him but they also feared him. Celegorm did not know what he looked like as a spirit but other spirits of elves feared him like they feared Morgoth’s creatures

Those spirits left soon following their fleeing friends and family. Celegorm stayed. He had nowhere to go and he did not want to go find his (surviving) brothers

(They’ll be better without him.)

(He was the one who convinced them to attack Doriath. Yes he knew what he did was evil, he knew from the beginning. He thought if they succeeded it would worth it.)

He roamed the land, watching the city slowly consumed by rain and trees.

He never saw the city before; kinslayers were not allowed into the Girdle. The first time he visited the city was when he and his brothers came to destroy it.

He had to admit the city was beautiful. Not in the Noldor way he was familiar with but beautiful in its own way.

(He accidentally found two tiny skeletons with snapped necks in the forest and wondered who did such atrocity)

He avoided Morgoth’s creatures. He was not going to be caught by a necromancer and ended up a tool to hurt his brothers. There were a few time a warg or an orc seemed to saw him, but they ran away in fear.

(Sometimes he wondered if his father was somewhere on this land too. He did not think his father would accept the Call.)

(He was angry at his Father. He loved his father, but he was angry.)

(He was probably the only one who knew what the Oath meant from the very beginning.)

(He should say something but instead he swore the Oath and killed people and burnt the ship and killed people.)

(It got easier and easier. When he hunted the animals begged to be spared. When he killed the people begged to be spared. It should felt different but it was just stabbing sword into flesh until it bled out and die.)

The Call kept coming for him and he kept ignoring it.

(It’s funny when people complained that Valar abandoned them. They forsook the Valar first. And they still called for them.)

(He was still angry at them. They could have done more. When he told Orome he was going to leave the Vala should stop him. Put him down. Surely those all knowing ones would know what they were signing themselves up for. Why didn’t they stop them from the very beginning to spare others from being slain.)

(Why did the Valar let Morgoth loose.)

(They’re horrible at recognizing Evil.)

He continued to exist, but over the years he started to gradually lost his consciousness.

He was fading like a drop of blood dissolving in water. Maybe that’s a good thing. Surely he won’t hurt anyone when he stopped existing.

Then he got snatched up.

He panicked and tried to get away. But the force was too great and his spirit was too weak.

He could not see what was holding him. Some giant beast with sharp teeth. Everything had been blurry with him slowly fading from existence.

It was surprisingly gentle. Bad news. They wanted him intact.

He should answer the Call. He should know this would happen. How elated Sauron would be to get his hand on another Feanorian.

Until he realized the beast was running over the waves.

They were crossing the ocean.

To the west.

Oh.

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(Welcome to my headcanon “Huan took up the job of gently hunting down & abducting wandering spirits to Mandos so that Morgoth did not get to hurt them”)

(He found Celegorm never answered the call and decided to make sure his favorite person could at least be safe)

(Snatched Celegorm up and took him to the Halls like retrieving a dead rabbit)

—————

(Celegorm still spend a long time in Mandos being delirious and half-mad)

(He could not see Huan because he believed Huan had abandoned him and would never come back to him again)

(Aredhel was really done with the scene and visited him before her reembodiment to help him come back to his right mind)

(No it’s not the heartwarming “gently comforting your secret love who is a poor little puppy”)

(It’s “yelling & punching one of your stupid homicidal exes who did crime yet dared to refuse watching the tapestries and wanted to rot in the Halls forever”)

(Aredhel: If you feel sorry then do something be better what’s the point being all pathetic hiding in a corner also Huan is right here worrying about you and you just refused to see him what’s wrong with you to break his heart again)

#tolkien #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silm #silmarillion headcanon #silm headcanon #celegorm #huan #aredhel

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dododan · 19 days

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Forgotten Perseverance - Chapter VI

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Katharina's condition is slowly improving, but she still can't move much. Even with the help of magic, the broken leg, will not heal in one day. She will be kept company by Saera, a monster working in Dr. W. D. Gaster's laboratory. How will Katharina feel in the company of the new monster? Will she be able to discover the reason for Sansa's distancing from humans? What other silly ideas will Kath come up with, in the absence of skeletons?

19 August 1994 

I will accept this date as real, despite it not being certain.  

Yesterday evening, after being overcome with fever, was spent in a pleasant family atmosphere. That was really unexpected. Did I expect something different? It's hard to even say what, but not an usual evening. It seemed somehow out of place at least for me.

I was watching their TV series with my brothers " skeletons. They didn't have many serials to enjoy or cartoons. For that they had an interesting collection of cassettes. Lots of children's films, but also lots of adventure films. We would watch some cartoon, while talking about quite common topics.

The older of the brothers, Sans knows how to cook very well according to Papyrus, who couldn't stop complimenting his brother's pancakes. Papyrus, on the other hand, has a lot of interests. Sans only commented on this as a straw man.

The older of the brothers was much harder to decipher than the younger. Papyrus was a child. A simple, trusting creature who I liked immediately.

Sans, on the other hand, is an enigma to me. At some points he seems to force the conversation, especially if it's just between us. He relaxes a lot more if Papyrus joins in. I got the feeling that if Papyrus hadn't been with us all evening then Sans wouldn't have spoken to me at all. I didn't really understand this hostility on his part.

The distance was clear to me " I was a stranger. He didn't know me, but that didn't mean he was going to dislike me.  

Did the people who were here before me do something wrong? 

I don't know, but I need to find out. I would like to understand them better. To learn about their world and history. I'm more likely to stay here for more than a few days. From what I understand the monsters have been trapped under the mountain for hundreds of years.

Monsters are new to me. Are they like the fairy tales I heard before bedtime as a child? Or are their souls white because they symbolise mercy? 

And if souls do exist and have their own colours then what colour is mine? 

I wonder if I will ever know what colour my soul represents....

...

But I'd better describe this day. Because it was quite unusual. If that's even still possible. 

Where should I start? 

It will be easier if I start with this morning. 

I got up late because the skeletons were no longer in the house. Yesterday I found out that Sans and Papyrus were going to school and Mr Gaster was going to work. I didn't even suspect that they had a school here. I guess that's normal, since they form a society. During their absence, some friend of Mr Gaster's was supposed to be with me.

I got to know this friend pretty quickly. 

As I rose, a tall monster woman came into the room. She reminded me of a pink lizard without arms. On her head she had something like spikes? I don't know how I would describe it. It resembled a bit of a whiskers that some dinosaurs had. She also had a pink bow on her head. She was dressed in a checkered dress with different shades of pink.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked with a smile on her lips. 

I was slightly confused by that situation. I didn't know her, however she's a friend of Mr Gaster's. I was a bit nervous about talking to strangers, and even more so with monsters. I wasn't really used to them.

"G-good," I said, or rather howled. 

Not that I was afraid of her! Well, maybe a little. I preferred to keep a safe distance. After all, not everyone can treat me like Mr Gaster.

"Relax, I don't bite." she said.

She figured me out pretty quickly. But my mother always said that someone could read me like an open book....

My parents, I wonder what they're doing now? They are probably worried. How did they react? Did anyone go looking for me? Well, knowing my parents, they immediately went to the police as soon as Peter and Jennifer told them. I have my doubts about them finding me. Previously, other people have disappeared around Mount Ebott, there have been searches, but no one has ever been found. Not even bodies. I might never see them again. 

I may never see my sister again. I think Cornelia already knows about my... disappearance. She probably had to return from the camp early because of me.

It's a bit difficult for me to describe something nice when I feel awful. But I have to. I have no one to talk to here. They won't understand. Their lives are not in ruins. They are at home surrounded by family and I have lost mine. 

Even if I told someone it wouldn't change anything. Words won't change anything. They won't turn back time. For now, I don't know what to do. I don't know this world. I need to find out more about it. And what I have managed to hear from this pink monster.

"My name is Saera," the lizard woman said more calmly. She was sitting next to me on the sofa. We were having breakfast together. Simple sandwiches that required no culinary skills. She was just explaining to me who she was. "I have an internship with Dr Gaster. Usually, now I would be working with Mrs Resme..." I noticed that Saera liked to talk. 

Most of the things she said to me were irrelevant as well as there were just too many to remember it all. It's fair to say that I drifted off during her monologue, but I did manage to catch a few intriguing things. 

The entire Underworld is surrounded by a barrier that no human or monster can cross. 

Several people had already fallen here before de me. This agreed with the people who disappeared in my town near the mountain.  

What surprised me most was Chara's story. I didn't know her personally, I was too young to remember her. However, many people told me what went on at her home, or rather guesses. Everything was connected by her alcoholic father. I heard that she was quite a difficult child. I was surprised that here she became a princess - a helpful and loving person, in the town she didn't have a flattering opinion. Perhaps here she finally had the opportunity to be herself? She died of a mysterious illness. And her goat brother Asriel as a result of injuries inflicted on him by humans. 

It was strange. It felt like Saera was talking about a completely different person. The truth is, everything I know about Chara could be gossip.  

Another shocker was the royal decree - to kill any human who fell into the Underworld. Saera said this by accident. Immediately as it happened she became confused.

"I shouldn't scare you like that." she said quickly.

"Doctor Gaster said that you are under his care. He is a royal scientist, so no one will contradict him." she added, putting her hand on my shoulder. "No one will do anything to you." 

This news shook me a little. It made me fearful at first, but I was reminded of Mr Gaster's words. He promised that I would be safe. If he wanted to kill me, he wouldn't have healed me. I was only curious as to why King Asgore had so ordered. 

"But why did your king so order?" It seemed to me that my question surprised her. 

Perhaps she was expecting some sort of panic scene? Through karate training I have learnt to analyse situations coldly. In a fight, showing your uncertainty or fear to your opponent can contribute to losing. In life it has been similar. 

After a long while, Saera told me about the rest of the fallen people. About the leaving of Queen Toriel and the actions of the Brave. It helped me to understand the feelings of the monsters, but that didn't give them the right to kill. I had mixed feelings about them. Innocent people (with the exception of Brave) died for someone else's mistakes. I also didn't like how they objectified the rest of the people, Patience and Honesty. Brave got what he deserved. Especially for how he hurt Gaster's family.  I could now somehow understand Sansa's hostility.

The things Brave did to them were unforgivable! 

Mr Gaster is a surprising monster. After what people did to him " how he nearly lost his family, he was able to trust me. He gave me a chance. I can't waste it. 

But back to my conversation with Saere.

"I suspect out of fear and a desire to protect his people." my companion said calmly. After a moment, however, she became confused and fell silent. 

"Has something happened?" I asked. 

"Could this conversation stay between us?" asked the monster uncertainly."I was supposed to look after you, not scare you".

"This will be our girlish secret." I said. 

That was fine with me too. From what I found out, Mr Gaster wouldn't tell me about it for any reason. Maybe out of fear, maybe out of concern. I'm not sure. However, I preferred to know. I don't like not having a clear situation outlined. Without it, I feel like I'm wandering.

Now everything is slowly becoming clearer. However, I still know too little. I can't predict. I don't know what will happen to me here, whether someone will break out and kill me. But for now I am safe. But what next?

...

Back to the rest of the day, until the skeleton"brothers returned from school I had a nice time with Saera. I took a liking to her, even though she is a talkative person. I also found out that we were in the snow city of Snowdin. Not much of an original name. 

Just like the rest of it. Hotland " a place full of lava, hot rocks and high temperatures. Waterfall " a land with many rivers and lakes and, of course, as the name suggests, waterfalls. Core " the core, the power source of the entire Underground. New House " the capital of the Underworld. King of the Monsters with a poor talent for coming up with names. 

Apart from that, we played some games, that lay under the TV. 

...

Around two a.m. the skeleton brothers returned. 

"Hello Katharina!" shouted Papyrus, still standing in the threshold. 

"Paps, don't stand in the doorway"' admonished Sans, standing just behind him. 

Papyrus stepped inside, quickly taking off his jacket. He tried to throw it on the hanger, but missed. He immediately ran up to me, hugging me in greeting. A little surprised, I returned his hug.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sans taking up Paps' jacket. For a moment our eyes met, but he quickly turned away. 

Now at least I understand his behaviour. I really felt sorry for him. People have shown him a really bad side. I have to make it right. Not all people are bad. 

"Well, I have to go." Saera announced, getting up from the sofa. 

"Why? " Paps asked her with a slight sadness in his voice. "We've only just arrived."

"I was supposed to look after your friend until you got home,' announced the lizard woman, heading towards the hanger. "I'd love to stay with you longer, but I promised Mrs Resme I'd help her in the lab this afternoon," she added.

On the hanger hung a light pink coat with fur at the collar. Suddenly a pink glow surrounded it. It began to levitate! It really floated in the air and enveloped Saere. It was amazing! I realised it was her magic. However, I will come back to further events. Saere seeing Paps' sad face quickly added.

"But I will stay with you longer tomorrow. "

At these words Papyrus immediately beamed. If that is at all possible with skeletons.

Saera said goodbye to Sans and left. 

I have to say she's a really cool person. Very talkative and I wasn't bored with her. Afterwards, I helped out a bit with dinner. It's actually a bit funny. 

Papyrus sat next to me, forced by his brother to do his homework. And Sans went into the kitchen to take care of dinner.  

I am one of those people who, despite being ill, cannot sit still.  My parents used to say that it was best to chain me to my bed to rest. I very much disliked sitting.

Today was no different, and in particular I felt surprisingly well.  I thought the broken leg would bother me more, or that I would be tired after yesterday's fever. Mr Gaster said it appeared from stress, and that the drip he was disconnecting in the evening had a special medicine that was supposed to heal my leg. How it was supposed to work, I didn't really know. The only answer I got was "magic". Normally I would have taken this ironically, but rather in this case it really was magic.

Boredom impacts on my imagination. It stimulates it even more. And I came up with an interesting idea.  

"Papyrus, do you happen to have a chair on wheels at home?" I asked.  

The skeleton looked at me slightly puzzled.  

"Yes, but what do you need it for? "

"I hate being bored, and sitting on the sofa does that.

A chair on wheels, on the other hand, guarantees a lot of fun." I replied with a smile.  

My head is full of strange ideas and this is one of them.  

Paps was silent for a moment, but agreed. He quickly ran to the storage room located under the stairs. A few minutes later I had located myself on my 'vehicle'. 

Papyrus made me a piece of paper with the word 'chairmobile' on it, which we attached to the chair with sticky tape.  

I supported myself with my hands against the chair"back and pushed off from the floor with my healthy leg. In this way I found myself at the entrance to the kitchen. Papyrus stood next to me and together we watched Sans bustling around the kitchen.  

"You think he could probably use our help, don't you?" I asked. The youngster looked at me a little angry. I don't think he liked household chores, but why be surprised. What child his age would like to clean instead of going to play. However, through my friendship with Jena, I learned that toddlers can be easily outsmarted to do what others tell them to do. "The Great Papyrus, afraid to face such a challenge?"  

"Great?" he asked slightly puzzled, yet pleased with the term. 

"Well, yes. I thought that someone so helpful and compassionate was The Great and not afraid to face any challenge." I turned my back on him."But if it's beyond you, then tough," I finished, moving slightly away from the kitchen entrance.

The kid was silent, however, I am sure he is analysing my words.  

"It's decided! The Great Papyrus accepts this challenge!" he shouted.  

Out of the corner of my eye I watched him. As he uttered these words his eyes.... eye sockets? seemed to flicker.  

I turned to him with a smile. It promised to be a lot of fun and so it was. However, I started to doubt when Sans appeared next to us. 

"Papy, why are you shouting like that?" Asked Sans brother and then looked at me. Well... I have to admit that he was quite surprised to see me in a chair with wheels and a sign saying 'chairmobile'. "What is this? Has the fever returned?" He added, pointing a wooden spoon at me.  

"What can't you see?" I asked, pulling up to him. "It's a chair"mobile. It will help me move around until my bones heal. "

"Unless you want to break them again," Sans said. "You'd better get back on the sofa before you will hurt yourself." He added, returning to the kitchen. "And you Paps get back to your lesson. " 

Papyrus stomped his foot in displeasure. I admit I was also angry with Sans for not wanting our help, but my luck favoured me today.  

Sans had to go out to the shop to get the missing ingredients. 

"I'm going to the market," he said, putting on his jacket. He looked at us with serious eyes. "You are not to cause any trouble in my absence, understood?"

"Yes, captain!"

I shouted, saluting the skeleton.  

Sans just rolled his eyes.... eye sockets? I don't even know how to describe it. I have a bit of a problem with that.

Paps, on the other hand, laughed quietly. Then Sans left, and I put my plan into action. A few minutes after the older brother left, I discovered myself with a blanket. 

"And what are you waiting for?" I asked, grinning at Papy. The youngster looked at me uncertainly at first, but quickly grasped what I meant. He took the chair out of the cupboard again, which Sans had hidden. "Let's do it, The Great Papyrus! Time to make dinner!" I called out entering the kitchen.  

I looked around it. Sans had started to make the meal, but didn't manage to prepare much. It seemed to me that he had just broiled the meat and was probably getting down to some sauce.  

I smiled from ear to ear. I already knew what I was supposed to do. 

...

I am an idiot. 

That was the only thought that has haunted me since leaving the shop. You must be wondering why? That's what's really interesting. Maybe funny to some people. I was really unlucky that day. And although I'm not superstitious, I started to believe that bad luck was haunting me.

First I went to the shop. There is only one market in Snowdin, quite close to my house. Just a ten"minute walk. 

Everything looked normal. I went in, took the necessary things and headed for the checkout. Yeah... But I didn't get there as quickly as I thought I would. In the middle of the day, an employee must have been bored.

He had washed the floor in one of the departments, but had left no sign anywhere that the floor was wet. I dashed into the compartment that was the quickest way to the checkouts. I didn't want to waste a moment. I was starting to get a bad feeling about leaving Kath and Paps alone in the house. That chair of hers, made me start to worry if her head was okay.  I wondered if I should broach the subject with my father when he returned.

Running in a wet corridor usually ends badly and in my case was no exception.  

I slipped.

Falling, I instinctively grabbed onto the nearest ledge. I landed on the ground, and next to me " and on me " kilos of flour. I could not have hit it better. Nor did I have to look into the basket to know that the eggs had not survived the fall.  

After a while, an employee appeared. A rather short individual, resembling a spaceship, brown in colour. Instead of helping me he scolded me. 

"What are you doing, you brat! " cried the indignant monster. " Can't you see that there is a freshly mopped floor! "

Everyone has their limits.I had mine too, and at this point they were over. Although I can now say that I over"reacted a little too harshly. " You know, if some imbecile had remembered to leave a message.

Sometimes I could be quiet... After this an argument broke out between us and it was not without some epithets. I don't think I need to say which ones.  

There was also quite a crowd gathered around us. Everyone watched us in silence, not reacting at all, until the manager appeared. Mr Bront Snow " monster, looking like a big, snow"white bird. He is currently the grandfather of a certain neighbourhood kid, Snowdrike.  

"You two to my office. " Mr Snow showed us in.  

I felt in my bones that I was going to be in no small amount of trouble. With my head hung, I went behind the manager, and next to me didn't walk this employee " Terry. Maybe some of you have guessed that this individual is related to Jerry. Yes. That's his father.  

If someone were to hold a competition in pissing off monsters these two would take first place. After all, Jerry must have learned this behaviour from someone.  

Mr Terry walked beside me with a sneer. It was as if he thought he could lay it all on me and he'd be fine.  

If I knew then what I know today....  

At the time I thought I was just unlucky in the worst sense of the word.  

Mr Snow asked for the whole situation to be explained to him calmly. But with Mr Terry, that is not possible. Like a man on fire, he stood up from his chair, waving his short arms.  

"This little bastard walked onto the wet floor and destroyed the shelf! He also spilled flour in the process! He has no respect for my work and time! " he shouted at full volume. As if that would make any difference. 

I tried to sit quietly and wait for my turn. I didn't want to make my situation even worse with a pointless argument, but further words took me out of balance.  

" And on top of that he didn't even deign to look at the sign! " announced Terry with great reproach. He made me very angry. There was no sign there! I'm not blind! And I'd give my bones that it wasn't there! 

"Don't act like a saint! It wasn't there at all! " I shouted, standing up abruptly. We started arguing again.  

We didn't even notice when Mr Bront took the phone and called somewhere. I'm not sure how long that lasted.  

"Sans, can you explain to me what's going on here? " Asked my father calmly, standing in the doorway.  

I looked in his direction. He was still wearing his apron. Mr Snow must have torn him away from his work. A shudder ran through my bones. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a mean grin on Mr Terry's face.

"You'll get paid for your shit,' he said to me, heading for the exit.  

"Mr Terry, we're not done talking yet,' the manager said sternly. 

The confused monster looked uncertainly at his employer and then sat down. The father, on the other hand, stood behind me. 

"Sans, can you now tell us what happened there? " Mr Bront asked already calmly. 

The expression on Terry's face suddenly changed. He furrowed his eyebrows angrily. 

"Why are you still asking this snot! He should get a good beating,' the employee said. 

"Don't tell me how to educate my son " said the father, looking at Terry obliquely. I saw fear in the monster's eyes.  

" Don't take the plunge,' announced Mr Snow, and then added, looking at me. " 'Go ahead, start. 

I calmly recounted how things had gone. Every so often, Mr Terry, tried to interrupt me, but his father's murderous gaze stopped him.

About half an hour later, we left the manager's office. Terry tried to challenge my words, so a nervous Mr Snow, checked the CCTV recording. And it was me who won. Mr Terry had to apologise to us and pay out of his own pocket for the damage, and I got free shopping.  

It wasn't until we left the shop that I found out I had lost, as much as an hour and a half. 

"Dad, we'd better hurry," I said slightly stressed.I already had millions of tragic scenarios in my head concerning Paps and Kath.  

" Why?" asked a puzzled father. 

"They're alone in the house, and Kath has made up her mind that she can ride on the swivel chair,' I announced with a little fright in my voice.

My father acknowledged my point. He touched my shoulder. Everything happened in a flash. A purple magic surrounded us and we found ourselves in the kitchen. What we saw honestly surprised us, but in a good way.   

On the table were plates with a generous portion of spaghetti carbonara. It was still steaming. Next to the oven with their backs turned to us were Katharina and Papyrus.   

"In five minutes the chocolate cake will be ready,' the teenager announced.  

" I hope they will enjoy it! " said the youngster. 

"You can be sure of that " said the father calmly.  

Kath did not expect this and jumped up abruptly in her chair.She turned tense together with Paps, who as soon as he saw us ran up to greet us.  

"How are you here?" Kath looked at us completely confused.  

"Magic " I said briefly, adding the shopping to the countertop.The girl looked at me a little embarrassed.  

"I guessed that myself," she said." I meant to explain it.  

"It's easy," said her father, and began to explain. He was very fond of explaining things.The appearance of Kath gave him such an opportunity.He has long since exhausted us with these magical innovations. " It is something like teleportation. Few can use such complex magic. Magical particles have to surround the entire surface of a person or object, once this is done you have to know where to move to. We imagine a destination and the particles carry us there.  

Throughout the 'lecture' Katharina listened attentively. She absorbed every word her father said.  

Even Paps listened to his father like a spell.  

"Listen.I know you are enchanted by our arrival, but I am hungry.Can we eat now?" I said.  

"Do you have to do this even at dinner!" Stomped his foot angrily Paps.  

Paps laughed. He was always amused by my jokes, after all we were able to have a competition in telling jokes. Out of the corner of my eye I glanced at Kath.She smiled slightly.  

I figured that if she was amused by my rusks then she wasn't that bad or had a similar sense of humour.  She'd also made dinner, so it wasn't appropriate to be mean.

Little by little I was winning her over.  

Nothing strange happened during the meal except that, according to her father, Katharina's bones would knit together within a week.  

"But how so? I thought it would take at least a month," she announced surprised and fascinated at the same time.  

"Although your skeleton has a different structure, it reacts in the same way as ours to healing magic," explained her father.  

"That's fantastic! NEXT WEEK I'LL BE ABLE TO SHOW YOU SNOWDIN! " shouted the rescued Papyrus. Sometimes my brother underplays himself for me.  

"You rather wanted to say Sansastically,' I said, dodging a plate of spaghetti.

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