#i was hoping to put more chara emotion into it but it kinda slipped

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The One That Got Away [Leon S Kennedy x Reader] - One Shot (NSFW)

Synopsis: You caught your boyfriend cheating and you're looking for an emotional getaway in a bar. Until you met Leon and you both instantly hit it off. But not everything is what you hoped it would be.

A/N: This one took way too long. I've started writing this prior to everything I've posted and it was on and off in between. Imagine this as older Leon (RE Damnation and up). I had a basic outline of the plot but kinda got derailed further I wrote and now it's a smutty, angsty and depressing fic (Three for the price of one). I thought I wrote too much and also not enough but it turned into a 5 page fic. And I also didn't realise I was writing in first person until halfway through. So, bone apple tea.

Word count: 3,842

The low murmurs and whispers of conversation surround the dimly lit bar, just two blocks away from my own apartment. I thought I could catch a break from my reality and sit silently with a drink in my hand. Hoping that I would get drunk enough to let my thoughts shut down, even just for a little while. But my mind circles back to him. My so-called boyfriend. Even though we are dating, our relationship just seems so...platonic.

I shake my head and took another sip of my drink. The ice cubes are slowly diluting the burning sensation of whiskey down my throat. Soon, this wouldn't be enough to forget all my problems. Irritated by my drink, I set it back down on the bar table, hoping that the aftertaste of alcohol would take my conscious away. I place the glass gently back down on the coaster and nudging it back and forth until it is exactly in-line with the circumference.

I leaned forward, pressing my forearms against the chilly, oak bar table. The sharp sensation ran up my arm, sending goosebumps along with it, awaking my drunken state. That was the last thing that I want. Reality setting back in.

The place was illuminated by the strip lights underneath the bar table and several backlights coming from the shelves of liquid. My bleary eyes tried to focus as I lift up my hand to signal one of the bartenders. But, to no avail, they do not seem to notice my presence. "Goddamnit..." I muttered under my breath. At this point, I could just slip out of this place and they won't even know it. I thought about it for a second but decided that it was a bad idea.

"Bad night, huh?" A low, raspy voice called out. I looked towards my left, where the voice came from. A man sat two seats away from me. His fringe covered most of his face so I couldn't tell what he looks like, but his chin was in view, chiselled and full of stubbles that could be seen even in a place with poor luminosity. "You wouldn't even know it," I answer, surprised that someone notices my existence. I've seen this man before. He's always here when I come to this bar, sitting in the exact same seating. I assume he's one of the staffs here, but he could just be a regular. Either way, it isn't any of my concern.

He chuckled, "I've had a handful of those before. I understand how you feel." His head angled slightly towards my direction. His face is now just peeking out from behind his golden hair. His eyes are piercing blue, like a vast ocean full of mysteries. He's handsome, beautiful even, but full of pain and hurt beneath it all. How could a man be so beautiful, and yet, so fragile?

I scoffed at his response, taking another sip of my now watered-down beverage, eyes returning to his gaze. "I'm sure you do," I spoke, resting my chin on my palm, giving him a smug grin. Maybe this is what I need, talking to a stranger, surely this will take my mind off a lot of things. He shook his head and smiled. "Hey, I'm Leon. You come here often?"

My brows furrowed and a little smirk came out of my lips. "If you're looking for someone to warm up your bed, then I can assure you, you've got the wrong girl," I paused, "I'm already seeing someone." Those words made my stomach wrench. I know full well that I'm the one that's seeing them, but they don't see me. No, not in the same way. Not anymore.

A breath escaped through his nose as he replied, "Well, I guess that makes the two of us...kinda." He takes a final sip of his bourbon and signals. "Another round...and make that a double." The bartender nodded and pulls out two glasses from under the bar table, now half-filled with alcohol, the bartender place one glass in from of me and slid the other one in from of Leon. I raise the glass up with my thumb and index finger by the rim, inspecting its content. The backlight is shown through the transparent liquid and dispersed in all direction, it's pretty and hypnotic. Though, the effect of the drink itself isn't as pretty as you'd think.

"Glass half full or empty?" My question sounded more like a statement. Leon gave a little laugh to my expression. My cheeks slowly burned up into a pink hue as I relived those words inside my mind. How stupidly naive I must have sounded.

Leon took the hint of my embarrassment and also raised his glass. "I'm neither an optimist nor a pessimist. All I know is that this is a good bourbon. And sometimes, that's all that matters." He reached out with the drink in his hand. I stared at it for a good while, "I think we could both agree on that." I smiled to myself as I return the gesture. Our glasses emitted a small clink to our small celebration. Bottom of the glass now upturned and down goes the alcohol, the scorching feeling made my face scrunch up. The bourbon slowly making its way into my bloodstream as the room that surrounds me spin like a carousel.

Hours go by, the muttering of conversation comes and goes, I have no recollection of our exchange, yet some faint pieces of memories spark up in my head. Knowing that you were a stranger, I spilt all my secrets, my fears and weaknesses, but you just listened and nodded along. An emotion blooms inside me, a warmth, telling me that we are the same type of people, the way we understood each other. We are lonely and just wanna belong somewhere.

Every day, I look forward to the moment when the sun hangs low and the moon comes up to dance, almost every night, I wander back into the bar with a light flutter in my heart. Knowing full well that Leon would be there, in the exact same seating, a glass of bourbon to accompany him. I found my life with meaning once again, understanding that I am not alone. Our conversations found their way of chatting about my life, to his. The story of his life and the things he had done shaped the person he is now. Though I know he speaks truthfully, I can't help but notice the gaps in his biography that he decided not to fill in. Whether to think after everything he revealed would make me scared of him, or I would look at him in a pitiful way, but that did not matter. The Leon I met, he's nothing like how he described himself. In my eyes, he's a soft and gentle soul, who got a few humorous tricks up his sleeve.

Sometimes, I think I'm somewhat emotionally detached, even if the sky topples, my mental state will remain calm as the world crumbles around me. I wouldn't scream, nor would I cry, I'll just quietly accept this as my fate.

And fate's plan came crashing down on me in one swift motion. Not even a second too early or too late. My most traumatic and emotional experience, all happened in a small time frame of one sunny morning. When you live through a memorable moment in life, good or bad, they become forever etched into our brain. Just like a movie. But, that same scene plays over and over again, until you can't handle it anymore. The sight of your ex-boyfriend in bed with a woman that's not you. Her hair and eyes resemble your appearance, eyes gleaming in a dark hue with their soul still intact. But, you're not her. And she's not you. He didn't choose you.

The lookalike gripping her hands around his toned arm, trembling in fear of what might happen next. What I would do next. My vision holds not her, but the so-called of a man, whom I just realise is nothing but a coward. The air around the room is thick and heavy, no words were spoken, not even an explanation or an apology. Under the hint of light, silence can be heard, from his blank expression, I knew the answer. I left not because of a broken heart, but because I don't belong there anymore. And I'd be lying to myself if I say I wasn't sad. Deep down, you knew this was bound to happen. You knew this from the very beginning, the spark wasn't there. You just weren't ready to admit the facts because you are afraid. Afraid of being alone again.

Waves of emotions hit one after another. Exchanging between grief and relief, this emotional loop cycles on. The crystal glass in my hand mirrors my mental suffering. Once empty, then full again and empty once more. Now drowning in a pool of liquor, until I can no longer distinguish between night and day, I hope this cycle never ends.

"Isn't it a little too early to hit the bottle?" A familiar voice came into my earshot, "Well, if it isn't my new-found buddy, Leon! Come, drinks are on me!" The laughter in my throat refusing to cease, everything is now on autopilot. The room sways back and forth to the beat of the music, every bassline played made my head blurrier each time, the lights in the bar almost seem like someone crank the exposure to the highest level. He sighed and took a seat, seeing there's no other option. "Jesus...how many have you had?" His concert did not reach me as I just skimmed over his question. "Hmm...4? 5? I lost count...but who cares?! I'm here to have a good time!" I exclaimed, both fists pumped up in the air and chuckling idiotically to myself.

Leon's brows scrunch, a finger rubbing at his temple, the crease on his forehead gets deeper by the minute. His drink arrived but his focus was elsewhere, he would take one sip, then looks back at me, contemplating. "H-hey, aren't you supposed to...protect the city or s-something, Mr detective-man-or-whatever?" I hiccuped, with half my speech slurred. "I'm not a cop. I don't...can't protect people." He took another sip. "Isn't that...hic...what you've told me?" I pressed on, this isn't what I've intended to do. He exhaled, "It's complicated." A drunken smirk left my nose, the alcohol had intoxicated my system and left my mouth defenceless. "Is it really that complicated? Or do you just not want to tell me the truth?" Jesus! Shut up, me! I can see the rage boiled behind his darken eyes, his fists gripped and nails digging deep into his flesh. "You. Need to stop drinking."

The clock strikes midnight, but neither one of us had any intentions to sober up or face whatever reality has prepared for us. We laughed, argued and make flirtatious jokes to one another. The air between us shifted, hot but still intoxicated. Even so, my mind still lingers on the images that shattered my heart into a million pieces. I don't want this anymore. "Hey...what if I kiss you right n-now? How would you react?" I giggled. "Sure. I'd be glad to," he said, facetiously. "Pfff, come on! I'm serious!" another hiccup. "You're drunk and trying to take the piss out of me." I locked eyes with him, setting my next words in a serious manner. "Am I? Why don't you come and find out?" I slid my hand from his forearm down to the back of his hand, drawing circles with my index finger, tempting and testing his borderline. A small grunt caught in between his lips, gaze running up my skin and idly to my mouth, his fixed stare lingered what feels like an eternity until we meet eye to eye.

What happens next came to me like a blur. I took his hand and led him away from the bar. The place was too packed for anyone to know if we were gone by the next second. We stumble away through the crowds of drunks living on cloud nine, but our hands kept a grip tight on one another. I pushed on; wanting to feel something, anything, even just for tonight. The burning desire inside has reached its limit, but so was Leon's. He twirled me around and constrained my backside up against the bathroom door. His body leaned in close to mine, our faces just an inch apart. The feverish breath touched my neck, turning me on even more so. I can feel his hesitation as his lips close within range, just hovering close to yours. "Would it really kill you if we kiss?" my words were hushed, giving him the final push. And those were the few words to make him let go of his rationality. Before I could acknowledge my next thought, his hand slip under the back of my neck with a firm grip and our mouths collided in the heat of the moment. His kiss was strong and passionate, everything that I imagined it would be, my hips feeling every inch of his, teeth gently grazing my bottom lip as I parted them to deepen his taste. Heat radiates off his chest as our tongues now intertwined with the taste of bourbon and sweetness, Leon showed no signs of backing down as his hand squeeze my hip tighter. But we had to break our physical contact when the chatter grew louder from inside the bathroom. Our hearts still racing, panting breathlessly and aching to be together again, though both of us would rather avoid being caught in an awkward situation.

My body mindlessly took us further down the deserted corridor to a backdoor that leads to an alleyway, the door itself could easily be missed if not observed carefully. I extended a hand to push open the door but was abruptly interrupted by Leon's demanding kiss. Eager to be whole again, he hoisted me off the ground effortlessly, binding my leg around his slender waist. The faint sound of music could be heard from the interior of the building, imitating the beat of our hearts. My back is up against the rugged wall once more. His nails dug into my thigh as I whimpered at the pain but Leon's kiss grew more hungry and impatient, urging for something more. The heat between my legs burning white-hot for this man with absolute longing. As if he could read my thoughts out loud, his hand travelled up to the waistband of my jeans, a finger hooked underneath and running it across my waistline and stopping just before where the buttons clasp. His tease sends chills along my lower abdomen, I'm struggling to keep up my composure.

Leon's icy blue gaze pierced through me, signifying his needs. "Do it." With the sign of my approval, he ripped the jeans clean off my sweat-covered legs without a hitch. My bare limbs glistening in the moonlight, reflecting off the moisture with the gentle breeze caressing them. The heat on my face grew, knowing that my lower parts are only concealed with a thin layer of fabric that's half opaque. Leon smugly grinned at the sight presented to him, licking off the residue from our kiss, he lets me down delicately as my feet touch the sturdy ground. He shifted and on both his knees, positioning himself in between my legs, feeling nervous being fully exposed to him. I stifled a gasp as Leon steady my balance with hands on either side of my hips, his kisses trail down the torso, leaving marks all over my stomach, down to my v-line. His soft fingertips skim the hem of pants then he dipped his head low, the black, lacy underwear caught between his teeth, removing them until I'm left bare and vulnerable.

I can feel his eyes exploring every inch of uncovered skin, like a wolf with his hunting instinct. His mouth found its way to your folds. The next thing you know, a foreign feeling spreads open your lower organ, heat escaping from your core and drip down to your inner thigh. You squirm and twitch with every movement of his tongue, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath taken, you know you are close to the edge. Your hands clench his hair gently as he continuous drive over your sweet spot, humming, until you unravel your senses upon him. Knees giving out as everything tingles from head to toe, Leon catches you in his arms as you recover your strength.

Cleaning you off with the tip of his tongue, he reclaims his posture to tower over you and returns lips onto yours. The passionate kiss filled with desire, you can taste your own thirst mixed with his own saliva. Sultry and sweet. Chest to chest, every curvature and dips of his toned muscles embrace my own, our heartbeats synchronised. His scent of cologne mixed with sweat gives me a sense of comfort. I can feel the outline of his bulge through the thick fabric. One hand placed on the small of my back, the other desperately uncuffs his belt and down to his pants, revealing his length. My eyes widen in awe at the size of his...thing. It's pressed up against my abdomen, from shaft to the tip, Leon seems to be satisfied with my reaction as his egotistic smirk painted across his face. I swallow, mentally preparing myself before any attempt on riding him. Holding the base of his cock, now positioned near your entrance, you draw a hand near it and gently massage it. As if it's fragile, my hand gave it a few pumps then guide his tip inside. All that foreplay made it much easier for him to enter.

His tip without any difficulty. "Breathe" his deep, husky voice whispers in my ear, then inch by inch, until he fills up all my crevices inside. He took a pause, letting me adjust to his size for a minute, then slid back out again. Without a word of warning, he thrusts his cock back in all the way to the hilt as I let out a lusty yelp. The electric shock sends my pelvic muscles twitching and tensing around his cock, the repetitive motion causes me to ache for him even more. My hips sway and grind along to the beat of his movement, harder and faster, making him let out a soft cuss. The twinge at the back of my mind resurfaced again, flashbacks of this morning's event, haunting my thoughts again. Standing in the same doorway, looking at him and her on the same bed, same stiffness in the air. But, I'm looking at me through her eyes now, situated in this dark alley. The fear crept in. I can't love him. I know better than this.

"Hey. Just focus on me." Leon's hands cupped my cheeks, radiating the warmth I know, calling me back to the light. His tongue has taken up my mouth once more, diverting my focus from my own broken mind to the love he's providing. But you shouldn't. Hips picking up the pace, every bump and vein hitting my sensitive spot as I cry out, calling his name out in ecstasy. Leon's breathing is getting heavier with every beat he thrusts, bringing me and him closer to coming undone. Hot liquid spilling out, filling you up to the bream, overflowing like my emotions. The feeling he provided which shifted something inside, a beacon of light into my own soul. He pulled out, the inner content spilling out slightly as we redress ourselves again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. The pang of guilt hit him. Just like everyone else. My feet stumbled a few steps back, almost tripping myself up in shock. The tears behind my eyes threaten to fall out. I have to get out of here. I spin on my heels and made a run for it. This isn't how it is supposed to turn out. I know better. Knew. "Wait! At least let me take you home-" "No!" My feet kept on pushing me, yelling at me to keep going. Hot tears pour out inevitably, unlike tonight. It's all my fault. I naively believed that we were the same- wanting the same thing, am the same type of people. I was wrong. All I ever wanted was to stop being alone, but you chose this. You wanted to be alone. And I've made a mistake. "Wait, goddamnit." I stopped in my tracks, tears falling nonchalantly. I turned, leaving him with only a few words. "I'm sorry...but I fell in love with you tonight." But we both knew the answer.

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#this fic turning out to be sad and depressing was accidental #i was hoping to put more chara emotion into it but it kinda slipped #lemme know if you want me to put warning tags #its a smut fic #can you believe #leon x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil damnation #resident evil 6 #resident evil vendetta #re leon #im gonna slap this on ao3 too #gonna sit in my room and zone out for 5 minutes #⭐️.doc

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Hiraeth Chapter 3: Contrite

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Chapter Three: Contrite

Note: Well, the last chapter was pretty heavy, wasn’t it? I’m still laughing to hide my sadness. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next chapter. It was very interesting to write, and this is another topic that you’ve wanted me to touch on for some time now in this AU. Enjoy!

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Just outside the house, the faint sound of conversation could still be heard from the other side of the wall as he exited the cozy dwelling and stepped out onto the front porch. Not the sort who had been raised without manners, the redhead made an effort to carefully close the front door before stepping off of the front porch and into the yard, the small stone walkway that led to the front gate clicking underfoot as he strode forward and towards the exit. He knew not what had caused such a reaction in her, but he intended to find out.

Sirrus was walking a thin line and he knew it. Nothing about the matter at hand was something that he should involve himself with. But considering the subject matter, and the sheer level of tension present in that room, there were two things that he was sure of: that this was a conversation that had needed to happen for some time now, and that Nico was not a blood relative to one of the white-haired descendants of Sparda. He’d been on the fence about that one for quite a while now, but now he was certain of it. And that was part of his reason for what he intended to do at that moment. He wanted to understand what had moved the young woman in such a way when she was not a part of what was being discussed, at least, not from what he could tell.

He located his quarry not far from Matier’s cozy little dwelling. Nico sat on a fence across the road from the front gate, her back towards him. Sirrus slowed his gate, not wanting to startle her as he watched her run her arm across her face and sniff, shuttering slightly. There was no need to upset her further. She was clearly already beside herself as a result of powerful emotions that he couldn’t quite comprehend with so little information. But if she was willing to allow him, then he was willing to help.

“You vacated the premises in such a tizzy. Is something troubling you, A chara?” He said softly as he neared her, his desire to make himself know but, at the same time, not to startle her when she was clearly distracted conflicting with one another.

Nico inhaled sharply, startled. She turned to face Sirrus, seemingly surprised that he had come so near to her without her noticing. Facing him or not, the man had startlingly quiet footsteps for one so very tall. She wiped her eyes again, shivering as she regained her composure. Nothing like crying in front of someone you barely knew to make you feel even worse than you had before. “A cha-what?”

He smiled sympathetically. Yes, he’d let that slip, hadn’t he? How unlike him. “Ah yes, that. My sincerest apologies if I’ve confused you. It’s Gaelic. It means “friend.” I meant to say something else that equated to much the same, but honestly, I just got my languages mixed up. I simply meant to enquire as to your condition. You seemed upset.”

The mechanic nodded, letting out a sigh. This entire situation was so uncomfortable. “Yea, sorry about that… it’s kinda complicated. And really fucked up.” She shook her head shrugging as she searched her pockets for her lighter and her cigarettes. Once she found them, she lit one and inhaled deeply, clearing her throat before she spoke again.” You speak more than two languages? That’s fancy. But yea, it would take forever to explain. Long story, ya know? You don’t wanna hear about all that.”

With a disagreeing shake of his head, the redhead glanced both ways to make sure they were along before continuing. Privacy was a luxury on a residential street, and if he expected her to open up to him about this, then he was going to have assure that much on her behalf. 

“I’m a polyglot. I speak six languages, not counting Queen’s English. Sadly no one really speaks my native language anymore.” He shook his head, fixing his hair as he sat down on the fence next to her, and attempted to make himself comfortable despite his legs being too long for his sitting position. “But that’s enough about me. I have plenty of time, and I suspect they will be busy for at least a few more minutes. Care to indulge my curiosity? Not a word of what you say will escape my lips. Everyone needs a confidante.”

She seemed hesitant for a moment before succeeding defeat and taking another puff of her cigarette. “Well, I warned ya. It’s about what Vergil said about being that Nelo Angelo fella. The Black Angel.” Her face scrunched in discomfort as she said those words, clearly displeased. “That’s already really fucked up and all, but ya know what makes it even worse? My dear old deadbeat daddy did a lot of research into him. And then he replicated it! Those wackjobs in Fortuna looked at that mess and said “yea, let’s do that!”

He waited a moment, listening to see if she would say anything else. Getting things off of her chest might help, and he was willing to listen. She took another heavy draw from the cigarette, exhaling heavily. When he realized she wasn’t going to continue, he leaned forward slightly, giving her a sincere look. She was holding something back, and he could tell. “But that’s not all. There’s more to it than that, isn’t there?”

Nico paused for a moment before attempting to continue smoking. A harsh breeze kicked up, knocking the cigarette out of her hand and onto the ground. She cursed under her breath and jumped up to stomped it out, unwilling to let it roll into the nearby bushes and possibly start a fire. After doing so, she reached for another, only to place it into her mouth and fumble with the lighter to discover that was too windy outside to use. And even if it wasn’t, it seemed to be jammed or otherwise unfunctional.

“Shit. Why now?” She looked up and huffed, irritated. “I was gonna use that, you know. Damn wind… and yea, there is more to it than that. That’s the worst part, at least for me.”

With a creaking groan from the worn wood, she clambered back onto the fence, settling back in next to Sirrus as she looked out across the street towards the house. Things were quieter now, or maybe that was just her imagination. She couldn’t really be sure, but she didn’t care all that much either way. When she turned back towards the red-haired man in the black and purple coat, he had his hand extended towards her. Her eyes traveled between his palm and her hands, leaving her confused until she realized he was quietly requesting the pack of cigarettes she held. “Oh, did you want one? Didn’t know you were into that.”

He nodded and then shook his head, taking the pack from her hands. Sirrus then withdrew a cigarette and studied it for a moment, a difficult to read look on his face. “I don’t smoke them. Perhaps that wind was a little hint from the powers that be that it might be time to quit while your ahead. Best not to squander your talents young.” He paused when she gave him a funny look. She didn’t look upset, but the raised eyebrow told him that he might be overstepping a bit. Best to leave it be. “I’ve heard from your compatriots that your quite skilled when it comes to making weapons. Your habits might end that for you prematurely. But that’s not my business. It’s your life. I can light this for you… if you’d like.”

Nico mumbled something under her breath in agreement before grabbing the end of the cigarette out of his extended hand with her mouth as he handed her the pack back, an amused look on his face. She was more than a little surprised when he extended his hand to pinch the end of the thin cylinder, the logical part of her mind wondering where he was keeping his matches of his lighter or whatever else he might use to accomplish his task.

“Hold still for me,” he said quietly, leaning in slightly as if he were trying to get a better view of what he was trying to do. Before she could say anything, the end of the cigarette ignited. A small puff of smoke and light-colored flame could be seen before it died down and he released it, sitting back again and looking forward. She inhaled and then sighed, removing it from her mouth as she allowed the smoke to escape her mouth. 

“Yea, your probably right. I shouldn’t have started in the first place. But ya know, peer pressure and all that. It’s whatever. I’ll stop one day. I hope.” She took another quick draw before putting it out on what was left of the old, abandoned fence, suddenly not in the mood to actually smoke it. Two was more than enough. No need to get carried away. “So… how’d ya do that? Or am I not supposed to ask? You some kinda demon or somethin’ like that? Cause I don’t really care. Most everybody I know is at this point.”

Sirrus seemed to consider her question for a moment as he looked out across the house, a glittering hint of something she couldn’t quite grasp in his cool grey eyes. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye as he raised his fingers and snapped them, an unnatural ringing sound echoing across the space between them as he did so. Nico stared at him as she realized that his thumb and index finger had caught fire, and that the fire was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. It flickered between a deep black and a gleaming white somewhat randomly, his relaxed demeanor indicating to her that this somehow didn’t harm him in any way. A moment later, he dragged his fingers back across one another in the opposite direction, extinguishing the once vibrant flames. “... it’s something like that. Your not too far off. But I can’t really say. Or, at least, I’m not supposed to. Safety measures and all that. You probably shouldn’t have seen me do that much, if I’m being honest. But what’s done is done. Tell me what’s eating you up inside?”

The plucky mechanist repressed the urge to press him further. She was sure they could pick this up again under happier circumstances at a later date. But at the very least, her curiosity had been piqued. She’d never seen anyone do anything quite like that, and she wondered if any of Nero’s relatives could do anything similar. Maybe she could ask him once things calmed down again.

“Well… what’s bothern’ me so much is that I took my daddy’s messed up work and I used a little bit of it to help me better understand how to help Nero out with somethin’. It’s those Devil breakers you saw me workin’ on before we left. And then I find out where that research really came from…” She shook her head again, deeply bothered. “I just feel like… I dono how to really say it. Ya think Vergil’d be pissed off if he found out? Cause I feel like I’d be, ya know? It just feels wrong to me now that I really know. But I did it to help his son out, so maybe that makes it better? Who knows. I just kinda feel like a hypocrite for giving my daddy so much shit and then almost doing the same thing myself.”

Sirrus shook his head, signaling to her that they didn’t quite share the same sentiments. “I don’t think that constitutes a hypocritical standpoint in the slightest. I’ve mingled with my fair share of hypocrites and narcissists during my lifetime, and your nothing like them. At most, it was an honest misstep. At worst, it’s still better than anything your worthless father probably did on his best days.” The fiery redhead gave her a more playful look, attempting to keep the subject matter as lighthearted as he possibly could. He understood her more than she realized.” He willfully inflicted horrors upon others. You took that legacy of defilement and evil and converted it into the very antithesis of his work. And you did it better than he ever could. I think that’s the best punishment anyone like him could ever hope to receive. And for it to be his own daughter? His own flesh and blood? Absolutely delicious. I revel in it. I can’t say that I know Vergil, so I can’t say how he’d feel about it. But personally, I think you’re being too hard on yourself.”

Nico seemed to consider his words for a moment. He made a good point. Agnus would probably roll over in his grave if he knew what she’d used his life’s work to create. It was a total and utter insult to his entire body of work, and that was something she could take pride in. But there was still always going to be a part of her that felt as though she’d done something perverse to her best friend’s father, and she wasn’t sure how she was going to reconcile that. Nico wished she could go back to a time when she hadn’t known that. It seemed so long ago, and yet it had only been a few minutes. But then again, that was all it took to deliver the kind of knowledge that had to potential to change someone’s life forever. Despite everything he’d done, she kinda felt bad for Vergil. And Dante, for that matter. He’d been through a lot. His entire personality kinda made more sense to her now. 

What a tragedy.

“That’s a good point, I guess. I guess I could- wait, what the hell is that?” Nico paused in the middle of her sentence and pointed further up the street. Strange creatures that she’d never seen before had just crossed the intersection about a block away, and they seemed to be after someone. Her mind immediately answered her question for her, but Sirrus decided to chime in as he hopped down off of the fence and looked where she’d pointed, a serious and nonplussed look on his face. He was clearly unhappy with the current events as his light jog turned into a sprint, the reality of what was happening only occurring to him at that moment.

“Those are demons, Nico. And that means that I have work to do.”

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V stood up and transitioned to the couch, his balance still slightly shaky from his ordeal. If he was going to relay this particular story, then the very least that he could do was attempt to make himself comfortable. After all, this was going to take a while, and he didn’t intend to spend any more time than he needed to in a state of discomfort.

“So if you don’t like talking about this, then why do it?” Dante asked bluntly. He was somewhat confused as to V’s motivations, although still curious to hear what his oldest nephew had to say. It was the first time that he’d offered to regale them with tales of a time before they’d met, and he didn’t intend to talk him out of his decision if he didn’t need to.

The young summoner leaned forward and perched his elbows on his thighs, propping his neck up with his palms as he looked down at the floor for a moment. He breathed slowly, gathering himself. “Because this is something I should have done a long time ago. After all, the fool who persists in his folly will become wise. And I need to get this over and done with. It’s better this way, regardless of my desire to do so. That’s now irrelevant.”

Nero leaned back against the couch next to V, seemingly understanding what he meant as he nodded in agreement. “I get that. And if that knife was messing with your head and this demon prince guy had his stupid cult come after you, then it makes you wonder why your thinking about whatever this is now, right? You said it’s been a while. That can’t be a coincidence, can it?”

V nodded in agreement, sharing an almost bewildered look with his younger sibling. “Yes, precisely. It might sound unusual, or even impossible, but it felt almost as though someone was searching through my mind in an attempt to find a weapon to use against me, and I only discovered it partway through. I feel almost compelled to get this out of my system. I’ve been poisoned by it for far too long.”

The Eldest Son of Sparda seemed to consider his son’s statement, now more uncomfortable than he had been previously. And considering the conversation that they’d just had and the blunt force trauma that Matier had delivered to his cranium, that was truly saying something. “That is entirely possible. That is how Belial gained the upper hand in our first battle. Anything that he has influence over shares his power. The only difference is that for him to use that power against you, a physical connection is required. His reach isn’t that concrete, thankfully.” He stopped for a moment, sparing a glance at the box that contained the knife.” I imagine that the blade would have a similar effect on me if he willed it to do so. But I am not eager to find out. And you’ve come in direct contact with his corrupted conduit, so his path to you might be more fleshed out. It’s not an ideal situation.”

Dante shrugged. “I gotta say, it sure looks like we’re a few dozen steps behind, doesn’t it? And with an opponent this powerful… this isn’t good. I don’t like our chances right now. He’s definitely got the upper hand.”

Nero nodded in agreement, his arm flopping down onto his lap. “Yea, that’s probably true, Dante. But if V thinks we should know something, then it might be a good idea to sit down and shut up and listen to him, right? So let’s do that.”

Vergil folded his arms in a huff, not pleased by Nero’s blunt and to the point statement. He was however willing to succeed defeat to his son in this situation, however. Nero’s point was valid, regardless of his choice of vocabulary. “Very well. Proceed.”

The young summoner stretched slightly, adjusting his posture before clasping his hands together and leaning back. “Very well, then. Settle in. This may take a while.”

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It’s nice to start out the book by tackling some of the bigger questions, especially when that means that I know for sure what I’ll be writing about for the next few chapters. Really helps my writer’s block. And I’m ahead of schedule, too? Well, that’s a welcome change of pace! Anyway, thanks for your help! I’ll see you all next week on Wednesday! And bring tissues! You might need them. It’s backstory time!

Rest in peace Brad Venable. You voiced my favorite crazy birb. This chapter is for you.

#Devil May Cry 5 #DMC5 #DMCV #Devil May Cry #Nico #Sirrus #Oc #A03 #fanfiction #Devil May Cry Fanfiction #DMC A03 #Nero #Dante #Vergil #V

[elizabeth-demoke]

Hi, could I get a matchup for any AU skelebro please?

I'm a girl with pale skin, freckles all over my body, and curly mid length ginger hair. I'm about 5’8, and a bit broad shouldered and sturdy. I wear glasses with a tortoiseshell brown frame and I have a gap in between my two front teeth.

I am an INFP. I love nature and the outdoors, and going hiking and exploring abandoned buildings and caves. I’m fascinated with theology and the occult. I can get hella excited when talking to friends and embarrass myself. I play video games a lot, mostly fantasy, roleplaying games, and strategy games.

I like music, but I suppose everyone does, to some extent. I'm a bit of a science but and I'm fascinated by biology and geology in particular. I would consider myself observant, but only with things that interest me. I'm absolute garbage with social cues, and I'm often confused and assume most others hate me. My friends say I'm outgoing and funny. I value my own individuality. I often use fantasy-based escapism as a coping mechanism. I'm a bit emotional and it doesn't take too much to make me cry. I have a tendency to get overstimulated in public.

I hope this is adequate! Thank you for your time!

Ayy we're both INFP 👌 also, sorry this took so long, I know you sent in another ask wondering about this. Sorry I worried you, I kinda forgot about it, thanks for reminding me!

I match you with Underswap Sans!

He loves you

Traces your freckles a lot, and loves to give skele-kisses to the places where they're most concentrated

Thinks your hair is really cute, and loves how it catches the light and looks so bright in the sun

You're actually taller than him by two inches

He's lowkey upset he's shorter than everybody he knows, except Chara, but that doesn't count since they're a kid

Thinks your glasses are really cute

Definitely joins you on hikes

You climb to the peak of Ebott together during a week long camping trip

He may be a little hesitant at first, but he'll happily join you in your cave adventures, as long as you're wearing proper safety gear

Definitely gonna try and convince you not to go in abandoned buildings, he's nervous about what, or rather, who could be in there

But will eventually end up coming with you because he doesn't want you getting hurt

He's caught you with his magic several times, wether you fell through the floor in an old building or slipped off an edge in a cave

Cue him freaking out and pausing in your adventure to give you a snuggle, you have to convince him you're fine and you should keep going

He's a bit better with social cues, and will casually tap you or put his hand on your shoulder if you've missed something

Absolutely refuses to let you believe anybody hates you, especially him

If you're feeling like this then he'll make you tea (or hot chocolate, if you prefer. Sorry, he doesn't keep any coffee in the house. If he did, Papyrus wouldn't sleep for days) and make you curl up on the couch with him to watch NTT

If you're up when he gets up in the morning (aka 4am) then he just sits across the table from you, half awake, drinking his morning tea with his cheek rested on his hand and his elbow on the table, smiling at you as you go on a tired rant about biology

Somewhat concerned when your ranting slowly shifts over to the occult but brushes it off since, if you're up before him, you're probably hella sleep deprived

He likes to take you to small cafes or parks and stuff, will try to keep away from areas with a lot of stuff going on

He's pretty emotional, but that tends to be more positive emotions. He actually has a tendency to hide his negative emotions, and he struggles sometimes because of that

That being said, as much as he knows it sucks to cry all the time, he's glad you're not hiding your emotions from him

Since you like strategy games, he'll ask you to test out any puzzles he makes

Finds roleplay interesting

He can't really get into any character other than himself, so he's not very good at it himself, but will love to hear your recap of your most recent session or a funny story that came of it

You two make the stupidest puns when you're both tired, and you swear you've never seen him laugh so much before

If ya wanna make puns without getting flicked on the forehead, do it when he's tired 👌

#undertale #undertale matchups #underswap sans #underswap sans matchup #underswap matchup #sans #undertale au #underswap

[skelimagines]

Alright, here we go.

because some people wanted it, I’m going to ramble about at least 11 of my 12 AUs {one’s just the fell version of another so not a large ramble there} in order of which I thought of them. {I also would prefer any questions about them to be sent to @the-lightest-shadow} ~Mod Feral

{My} Amalgamitetale

Excluding Asriel dying, the story to pre-Frisk is very similar. Up until Alphys tests the Determination, that is. Y’see, in this universe, the effects of Determination take a lot longer. So much so that Alphys was able to feel confidant in both letting the original subjects go and got to be part of the brainstorming that led monster to believe if every monster has Determination, maybe they can slip through the barrier.

By the time they knew the consequences, every monster that could arrive got injected with Determination. {Really, the only upside to this outcome was that there’s not an overpopulation problem anymore}. There were only 3 humans to fall between Chara and Frisk, but since the monsters don’t want to leave anymore because of their condition, they let the humans go.

Our main cast of the underground is Poltergust {mostly The Blook family}, Toxic Fuzz {mainly Toriel, Asriel, and flowers}, Bone Mass {Mostly Sans, Papyrus, and Gaster}, Double Scale {Mainly Alphys and Undyne} and Final King {Mainly Asgore. Smallest Amalgamite in size}

The AU has a lot of unnecessary atmosphere in my mind. I have shared the prototype designs a while ago here

Feraltale

My namesake and the main one I focus on. All monsters are a little more ‘monstrous’ in appearance, and a lot more instinct-based in actions. There’s a lot of little personality differences to everyone too that I’ll get more into in the comic I’m making for it. One big thing, however, is that some, like Flowey, have unexplainable abilities that they don’t actually have in the canon game.

There also were a lot of negative thoughts that humans have that have branched from the stories that became popular on the surface. Think you usual stories about monsters from before the internet, double there amount, and make a few worse.

The majority of this AU’s facts can be found both at @feral-tale-au and in the feraltale tag here

Feralfell

The fell version of Feraltale. Not too much different in main description besides, well, just that. It’s a more violent and, surprisingly, more dangerous world. I’d need to draw the designs for the characters for me to properly describe what’s different.

Pyrotale

To start off the explanation of this one, it’ll start with that it’s influenced by this song right here. I also think I’d have an easier time describing it via a pre-game story of sorts.

“Long ago, two races ruled the Earth: Humans and Monsters.

One day, war broke out between the two races. In the midst of the battle, someone discovered that monsters were more flammable than a normal creature, and the humans used that to their advantage.

Fires roaring, they managed to chase the remaining monsters underground and seal them with a powerful spell.

Many years later, the fires on the surface still burn on occasion. The world monsters once knew and that humans fought to have had changed...

Mount Ebott

Those who climb it haven’t ever returned.”

All of the fallen humans, even Chara and Frisk, had some sort of mask on to filter out the smoke and ash. In fact, it’s required children where such items on the surface. The in-game story and the monster designs are no different than with the canon for the most part. The differences come in both how you kill monsters in a Genocide route {catching them on fire and making the underground burn} and the fact you have two choices at the end of the Pure Pacifist route.

Nameless

The creative reason for the name of this AU is that “the story we are covering remains... Nameless” but the real reason, tbqh, is that I just called it my ‘Nameless AU’ so much that it stuck.

This AU runs off of the thought of “What if, for one reason or another, Frisk wasn’t the last fallen human. What if they never climbed Mount Ebott and some other child did?”

I decided that what would happen in that, without a human to show the monsters that humans can be good and caring and helpful, without a human that reminds Flowey of his conscious, when the monsters are finally freed, the planned war gets going.

It’s now 5 years after the monsters got out. Every now and then they still fight with the humans on a full-scale war. The area around Ebott has been labeled as monster country and humans avoid it when they can. Papyrus is overly emotional because his dream job isn’t what he thought, Toriel is running dangerously low on hope, and many others seem to have lost themselves.

One young adult decides to revisit their old home, despite the warnings.

Originally, I was going to have this a semi-ask blog AU, similar to AFAC, but I don’t have the energy for that.

Memorytale

This is a very simple, straightforward one to describe: “What if the ones who remember resets and the ones who didn’t flipped?”

Basically, and because of the logic this AU uses, Flowey, Frisk, and Sans don’t remember past timelines, but everyone else does. The problem? The last timeline was a Genocide one, but Frisk doesn’t remember that and is going Pacifist.

Envytale

Like with Pyrotale, this one was influenced by a song. This time it’s this song right here.

Humans who fell previously weren’t killed and just live in areas of the capital you don’t visit. Chara lived for a long time and ultimately died about 3 years before Frisk fell. Everyone grew very attached and fond of Chara and can’t help but compare Frisk to Chara.

Frisk first gets jealous, which evolves into envy, which then becomes violent rage.

This is a Genocide route only story idea that has the final boss be Asriel and not Sans, but you still fight Sans and he’s still extremely hard {just not as hard as in canon}

RWBYtale

I nice mix/crossover AU of RoosterTeeth’s RWBY and Undertale. It focuses more on a team {Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, Toriel} than Frisk. Most of the main cast from Undertale that I have set to appear are Faunus, with the exceptions of Frisk, Sans, Papyrus, and Mettaton.

I mainly made this as a way to have fun thinking of weapons, outfits, and for Soriel reasons when it came to main focus, but Mod God kinda sorta started to co-own this one with me. ;;

Incomplete

This one’s title is this because “Incompletetale” just sounds weird to me and I don’t want to use a different word.

This is a Chara-focused AU based off of this song right here. After dying, Chara realizes no one can see them. They figure this has to do with the fact that their SOUL consists of two oddly sized shards. No one can see them, that is, until the second fallen child. The child saw Chara while dying and reached out. The second contact was made a strange pulse went through Chara and the child died, their Green SOUL leaving their body.

Except the SOUL was missing a shard, and the shard had been added to Chara’s.

Fast forward to Frisk falling, and Chara has forgotten who they are, because they hold the memories of the other fallen children. For Frisk and the monsters, nothing’s different for a Neutral Route. It’s the Pure Pacifist and Genocide Routes that are different. Including your final fight being a form of Chara.

For Pure Pacifist, you have The Ultimate Child Angel, a form of Chara as a result of all of the human SOUL shards reuniting with their SOULs, including the tiny, dust-sized ones of Charas that were found in the monsters. Frisk’s goal, remind Chara of who they are, allowing them to free the underground.

For Genocide, however, you have to deal with True Demon Chara, a Chara that’s the result of monster dust and SOUL fragments filling the last of their missing pieces. They remember who they are right as Frisk kills Sans, and they aren’t going to let them go through with their plan of annihilation.

Legend of Eclopp

What started out as a design only thing of me using this pony generator to make pony versions of Undertale characters became an AU.

I have a full outline in my head, but ultimately it’s just rewriting the official Undertale story to work with the MLP universe. I wish I could say more but there’s not a lot to say on this one unprovoked.

I do have the designs shared over here, though.

Stories After the Dust

This is the most WIP-y of the bunch, but it’s going to be a fanfic style AU where I take the concept of Ghost Whisperer and make it into a multi-AU story with Undertale.

Frisk is able to talk to the dead, and works very, very hard to help them. Being one of the only people who can see monster’s spirits, they get a lot of those instead of humans.

In my mind I only have the Fell one thought out completely. I’ll be able to do the other 3 {Swap, Classic, and Swapfell} after I decide who I want dead in them.

Undersight

When I first was working on this, I just wanted designs. Designs that came to me while I was listening to creepypasta or other horrors. It went from a design only one to a full AU.

Monsters have always had a rough time getting along with humans, but this is because, for some reason, monsters can only interact with humans normal if either A), they have enough humans that try to befriend them B), they have a human SOUL or C), they’re a child. The way they must interact may change with circumstance, but it’s rare when they can break that without filling the above requirements.

However, when the sealing underground happened, one of the wizards actually had a close connection with monster-kind, and, instead of using their power to put the final bit of strength to the barrier, they made a second barrier around the area of Mount Ebott. Monsters could now slip into the main area around Ebott, but not leave that. In fact, nothing could leave that area; only barrier A {the one sealing monsters in the underground for the most part} could be broken. When it breaks, so does barrier B.

Not any human SOUL can break the barrier, however. Only bright, powerful, single-colored SOULs can. These are rare. On top of that, the barriers make it to where monsters are even more limited in how to interact with humans.

When a human climbs Mount Ebott and falls underground, almost every monster goes rushing in and, depending on where the human is and what the monster’s interaction limits are, try to get the human to show their SOUL, and then decide what to do after. Some kill the humans, and some expose them to so much magic that, because they have the weaker SOUL type for humans, causes their SOUL to change shape and turn the human into a monster.

I have the designs for almost everyone made as well as a vague-a poem for this that I haven’t shared anywhere yet. Very Creepypasta-esque in atmosphere and storytelling hopefully.

There we go. That’s all of them for the time being. I hope you all enjoyed and, like I said before, please send any questions involving these AUs to @the-lightest-shadow or, if it’s Feraltale/Feralfell related, to @feral-tale-au. Thanks for reading! ~Mod Feral signing off again just in case

#not an imagine #feral rambles #this took forever

[panszy]

but  ok seriously now i’m tired enough to ramble and not care i’m just gonna talk about undertale and how much it and its characters have changed my life for the better

ok so for the past few hours i’ve been scrolling through undertale blogs and i found a post and it just....clicked as to a big reason why i love it so much: the entire fucking game is about love. and not just romantic, it covers all kinds of love, the entire fucking point of the game at least to me is love. and this wont be coherent because it’s nearly 4 in the fucking morning and i need to sleep but it makes it one of the most heartwarming pieces of media i’ve ever seen (and become fully invested in as a result), the friendship between the characters is heartwarming, the sibling love between the skeleton brothers and royal family sblings is heartwarming, the parental love over frisk and asriel and chara is heartwarming (and heartbreaking...). and everything is so fucking human??? like i cant describe it properly really but i can read hundreds of books and not connect to characters like i do in this video game because everyone is so well rounded and have proper personalities rather than just a few character traits, it’s the way i’ve always wanted to be able to write, the personalities they have and the love they have for each other is beautiful and it’s everything to me because it’s so real???

also my favourite character is papyrus (followed by sans and undyne, who i love equally for different reasons i will probably ramble abt all three who knows??) and oh my god can i just say how much i love this character??? for being so positive all the fucking time and seeing the best in literally everyone he comes across and he’s so sweet but holy fuck it’s his optimism that really gets me because like....if you take away my depression (or not actually?? i get through it every time for a reason lmao) i’m actually also quite an optimistic person who’s able to see the good in literally everyone i meet (like i also genuinely don’t hate anyone) and sometimes it bites me in the ass, and people see it as stupid but papyrus has helped me so much to realise that it’s...not stupid??? i’m well aware that some people suck but sometimes they just need a chance?? and if they fuck up well, that’s it, but they deserve the chance right?? but also everyone treats papyrus like an innocent baby who needs to be protected, and as someone who is often talked down to because i’m optimistic and idealistic and empathetic and let my emotions guide me i can really see why papyrus is actually pretty insecure because being talked at like you’re a kid when you’re an adult feels awful!! the only thing i genuinely properly dislike about papyrus is how much he lies, how much he keeps a face up and pretends to know less than he does around his brother, how often he pretends to like things he doesnt to impress people. but like, even that’s ok because i get why he does it (lonely...) and he’s hardly gonna be flawless, there’s traits in everyone including myself that i dislike, and it feels so well rounded...like ppl often reduce his character to ‘his main character flaw is stupid’ and he’s not stupid but thats beside the point - it’s also not a character flaw like at all. and oh my god i just love him so much he brightens everything up, he’s who i aspire to be is2g (ok maybe just the core of who he is is inspiring to me - his kindess, empathy, optimism, seemingly endless). he also says things that doesnt make sense and i do the same thing, i think weirdly and my friends often ask me what the hell i’m talking about, and i jsut connect to him so much??? so so much 

and fuck fuck fuck i really wanna talk about papyrus and sans because like....ok as a character i love sans, he’s my second favourite along with undyne, i do connect with him less but he’s very interesting (he’s a little overrated and mischaracterised by the fandom sometimes but i’ll let that go for now), and m a n do i connect to his laziness lmao (it’s not just caused by his depression i will fight u on this, i don’t think it helps obviously but as someone who’s depressed AND lazy i can relate on a personal level to him in that sense), but he is funny - not necessarily the awful skeleton puns but like in the ‘oh if you insist on prying me away from my work’ kinda funny, snarky asshole - and i actually really like that he’s a bit of an asshole, he likes to screw with people and he’s won’t fight you unless you’re literally going to end the entire world along with every single timeline (again though, i can really sympathise and get why he’s like this even tho i don’t really relate because he is so fucking well written), but i love that he loves papyrus so fucking much. like i’m a massive sucker for strong sibling relationships (the baudelaire orphans, the way brothers) and this just...oh man, i’m not the biggest fan of the way sans is portrayed in the fandom either but when people who agree with me on that argue that sans doesn’t even care about his brother it infuriates me because that’s...so....wrong??? papyrus is his entire fucking world, the game make that very clear, p much all he talks about is how great his brother is and it’s so cute and blindingly obvious that he means every word he says about that (even if that’s the only thing he doesn’t fuckin lie about lmao...). but i also love this relationship because they balance each other out so much, papyrus tries his best to get sans to get his life together - nagging him constantly, getting him an actual job therefore getting him out of the house, etc - but i think papyrus is also an optimist to sans’ pessimism and nihilism (for lack of a better word - depression i guess) and i think it helps sans quite a lot, or at least is something that makes him genuinely happy when he’s lost all hope. and on the flip side, sans is constantly saying really little things to pick papyrus back up when his mask of self confidence is slipping, and it’s very subtle - the main one i can think of atm is (paraphrasing) ‘me? right about something? come on bro’ or something after papyrus shows self doubt about his puzzles in the genocide route - that’s one of the more obvious ones i think but it’s there p much throughout, and god help my lack of being able to explain things because i can’t put it into words as to why i think this or why i love it so much but i think it really helps papyrus emotionally. THEN you’ve got the bad points, like the lies they constantly tell to each other and how they never fuckign open up to each other (they just project their emotional problems onto you lmao) and ohhh man the relationship between those two.... i could go on forever but i’ll shut up now 

i’ve been rambling for half an hour so i’ll keep the thing about undyne shorter hopefully (nearly half 4 in the morning...fuck... .and i have shit to do tomorrow like this essay.....god) but oh man oh MAN i really love her as well?? so passionate and so PROUD of it, she’s so completely unafraid of being herself (so unlike two of the people she’s closest to - papyrus and alphys), she’s such a fun character and i relate to how passionate she is and can i also just say i LOVE hers and papyrus’s friendship nearly on par with papyrus and sans’s sibling relationship, funnily enough she also treats him like a kid like sans does but she’s very kind and it’s obvious that she cares deeply for papyrus, and their phone calls made me laugh so much (the fucking hot pants one actually made me cry with laughter, it was brilliant), she’s so much fun i love her so much 

im leaving it there but this fucking video game it’s actually changed me for the better it’s quite literally my favourite thing on the planet atm, it’s gorgeous and i love it with every inch of my heart bless this fucking game i cant even put into words how much i love it it’s just!!! my god!!!!! 

i genuinely havent felt like this about something since i got into mcr over 6 years ago, if that doesnt say how much i love it then nothing will tbh

#im kind enough to put it on a read more #i dont think it'll be ridiculously wrong but like...... i need to talk about this fucking video game that i love with all my heart #*ridiculously long #obvs contains spoilers but like...who hasnt been exposed to undertale spoilers lmao #update: ok this got LONG #sorry lol #undertale #SO LONG #rebecca complains #its taken over my life it's half the reason im getting nothing done but it's such a good feeling