#its up there w/ ut aus. its that bad

[woolydemon]

I hate transf.ormers fans (is one)

#listen i adore those robots and i love interacting w/ my buddies whom i met through tf #but my god i think tf fandom might be one of the worst ive ever been in #its up there w/ ut aus. its that bad #the fucking Horrors ive witnessed in there #someone once drew self insert with the literal quadruped cat robot. and it was not sfw #thats only like 1 tiny part of the iceberg unfortunately #theres also the general piss poor media literacy and critical thinking skills i can go on for hours abt #and also nobody likes my fav characters and ships so i hate everybody /J /J /J #rando thoughtz

[veliamore]

Aahh okayokayy!! My request is a lil odd so bare w meeee-

Please may I request a Tsukasa with Terrible Mental Health/Depressed Tsukasa? Idk if you do angsty stuffs but it’s always Y/n who’s depressed and i’m a sucker for role swaps yk? Ofc if you’re sensitive to MH that’s fine, you dont have to do this! Please don’t stress yourself and have a good day <33

Keep hydrated <33 luv ya 💖💖

ok so i never wrote these kind of stuff but we r here to learn right ? Though i got a super idea for this , but i think it will contain some spoilers here and there

! WARNINGS ! : SPOILERS , angst no fluff , depression , SH !! , changed AU , ALIVE Tsukasa ( past story ) , killing , abuse , bad things , OOC Tsukasa

and i guess , i'll just miss him ...

People were always scared of Tsukasa Yugi , at school , in the streets , even at home his family was terrified , but nobody never said anything. They always looked down at him , got away from him , why couldn't he just disappear !? Everyone was scared of you too , why were you even with a devil like him ... this was a question that passed through everyone's minds , even yours. Somehow you were enchanted by him , nobody knowed him like you did , he told you anything that passed his mind everytime. They always pitied his twin brother Amane , of course you did too , Amane didn't deserved this , but neither did Tsukasa ; he really did loved his dear brother , you swear.

You hated the twins house , when it wasn't quite like a cemetery , there screams of agony , something that nobody wants to hear , something you were used to hear unfortunately.

Tsukasa had again abused his brother , you didn't know if ut was with a knife or with his bare hands , you didn't want to know. Amane bandages were off again , blood-soaked , he had really big dark circles under his eyes , his voice gone ; it was normal for you to take care of him and his brother , to make sure that nothing extreme could happen.

After taking care of him you left him alone in his room and went to Tsukasa , he was in the kitchen , sitying on the ground with hands colored in red , the color of the blood both his and of his brother. Calmly you approached him and sitted on the ground with him , without saying any words , you didn't have to , you can easily read Tsukasa trough his actions mostly. His face had a blank expression on it ; everyone thinks he enjoys hurting his brother but its not like that at all. You took his hands into yours and helped him to get up , getting him to the sink ; you started to wash his hands and arms. Under the blood there were many cuts of different sizes , some seemed new , others were a little bit old " it hurts " Tsukasa complained looking down " i know dear. Did you self harm again Tsukasa ? " you said nicely ... you always asked nicely , but you wanted to cry and scream for him to stop all of this , this wasn't the Tsukasa you fell in love with , you don't know what happened to him , when he had disappeared for 6 month , just to come back randomly like nothing happened , but obviously something had happened " It wasn't me , i told you [ name ] , he .. did this "

You stomped irritaded " who is " he " Tsukasa !? No one gets close to you at school , so its not some bullies , Amane could never do this to you , so why do you persist with " he " , who is " he " !? " oh no , you screamed at him for the first time ; he broke down in tears , smiling , he continued to talk but you couldn't hear anything , you hugged him closely.

That night , after 2 hours of bandaging him up , you were on the porch of their house , ready to go " don't touch the bandages and if something happens call me right away , okay ? " he nodded ; before going on your way you hugged him a last time , he returned it " i love you [ name ] , do you know that ? " he asked " mhm .. ! ". While you were walking , he looked at you like you would be the last beautiful thing he would see ; he was right though , he closed the door and silence fell on the house.

Amane Yugi , Tsukasa Yugi , their mother and father , were found all dead. Tsukasa Yugi was stabbed by his twin , Amane Yugi was found dead at the school , for suicide , their parents were found dead too in their house , people don't know if it was for suicide or other reasons. [ Name ] [ Surname ] was the only person attached to one of the twins , its still unknown if the person in question does know something about the tragic deaths , some sorts of secret , The mystery that surrounds the story of the " Red House ". After 50 years all if this is still unknown by everyone.

I really hope this is good , i had fun writing this !!

#anime #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #reader insert #x reader #tbhk x reader #angst prompt #tsukasa yugi #tsukasa yugi x reader #tbhk spoilers #jshk x reader

[linkspooky]

Thank you for answering my question. Especially since the topic is very… dark.

I’m glad to know that my observation were true though. It was nice to know that my analysis skills haven’t completely disappeared, Heh.

But I am interested to know whether or not if this aspect of Mai’s victimhood will be revealed to Nobara and Maki. Since I do feel like an aspect of healing is allowing others to help you through the trauma. If so, would you mind sharing a bit on how both Nobara and Maki discovered this? And once they do. How would this change their views on Mai?

I’m assuming that Maki will probably put two and two together after that one comment that the Curse Naoya made. Unless you decide to rewrite that fight scene, which is fine.

Speaking of which. Does Momo knows about this aspect of Mai in your AU of the fanfic? Since you did mention how in the manga Momo put emphasize on how much Mai suffered as a women in the Zenin can be read as a subtext. Which has me wondering if either Mai had told Momo about it at some point, or if Momo herself figured it out herself in your AU. I’m also assuming Miwa doesn’t know since in Werewolf, it was mentioned how Mai doesn’t believe Miwa and her are close.

It’s fine, all I can do when talking about dark subject matter is answer to the best of my ability without stepping on anyone’s toes. Since you’re still curous I’ll answer more. 

WARNING CSA DISCUSSION UNDER THE CUT. 

It would be when Mai was comfortable revealing it on her terms, ut yes at some point I plan on developing the communication between Nobara and Mai better  to the point where they can have an open and honest conversation, without Nobara making any judgements, just playing the role of listener. 

Nobara’s entire character motivation revolves around the small town she grew up in, the way they all judged her friend Saori without even getting to know her. 

However, she repeats the same rash judgement of Mai. She judges that Maki is the bad one, and Mai is the good one despite, them growing up the same household. She rebuffs Momo when she tries to explain to her that the Jujutsu world is more complicated than Nobara thinks she is, especially for women. 

Nobara’s views are incredibly self-centered in the end. Even if her current brashness and loudness is formed in response to the judgemental town people, if her dedicationt to being herself and her own individualism, is because she doesn’t want to get swept up in the same kind of group bullying, she ends up reflecting a lot of the same attitudes of the town people around her unconsciously. She too, is judgemental. She too, isn’t willing to give people a chance. 

Nobara’s self confidence, in her worst moments, veers into self righteousness. “Does that mean we have to forgive the unfortunate no matter the circumstances?” IDK Bro, is Mai asking to be forgiven in the first place? Nobara’s response to Momo trying to explain the misogyny that Mai faces in the Zenin household, is actually a pretty common response to misogyny, even from other women. “Well, she should have been stronger.” “Well, she should have handled it better.” There’s this constant expectations for victims to be better than the circumstances that created them, even when they are currently in pain. 

When tragedy challenges your world view, you question your goals and beliefs. To make sense of injustice, we may draw one of three global conclusions. (1) People will get the justice they deserve. (2) There is no justice. (3) Justice happens, but it needs our help. The first belief give sus peace. The just-world phenomenon, that psychologist Melvin Lernrer said comforts us because most of us, even the worst of us, consider ourselves to be basically good and worthy of fair treatment. Our need to believe the world is just, however, can lead us to make unjust decisions. The crueler the fate, the more harsly we blame its victim. 

“The girl was asking for trouble with a bullhorn.” or “He must have something to deserve that.” The people who most need our compassions can get our cruelest criticisms. 

That’s what we call Victim Blaming. The idea that victimhood  isn’t just misforunte, that someone who becomes a victim, must have done something to deserve it. Nobara’s speech reeks of victim blaming, because from her perspective Maki is a hard worker and someone who deserves her respect and sympathy, and she does not have to feel sorry for Mai, because she does not personally approve of her, because Mai is lazy, and not hard working. Nobara essentially believes in a fair world, one where she can overcome misogyny just by being stronger than it. 

So like, the theme of the fic itself, Nobara is placed in another small village, making another unfair victim all deciding to collectively bully someone just like they did Saori, and Nobara doesn’t notice, because it’s actually pretty easy to become a part of the silent majority. The moment Nobara divided Maki and Mai between good victim and bad victim she was unconsciously repeating the paradigm. 

So, all of this to say Nobara is a pretty hard person to confide in. Though, admittedly when Yuji talked about his regret for killing Choso’s younger brothers she did keep his secrets. Basically Nobara in general, does show a lot more empathy and consderation towards her friends. 

The folly of Nobara’s pretty rash judgement of Mai, is that they are actually pretty similiar. Nobara is Mai, and Mai is Nobara. Nobara is so fixated on strength, but Mai is someone Nobara would not have to be strong around, because Mai is just a normal girl, and that is something a lot of Jujutsu Sorcerers are lacking, a normal life, nromal friends, normal connections instead of the endless drugery that is Jujutsu Life. 

And Mai could have, oviously, someone who sympathizes with her. She could have someone she is comfortable enough around to reveal the things she has been hiding, something that drives herself loathing and irrtational behaving. Just like Nobara could learn to be way less judgemental to Mai, Mai could also learn not to hate herself from Nobara, because Nobara is nothing if self love and self esteem. Nobara is also someone who can go “Hey, you shouldn’t thnik about yourself that way, that’s dumb.” In her usual blunt fashion. 

So for the conversation to happen, Nobara would have to let go of her attitude that only her close personal friends are worthy of her consideration and empathy “because there are only a limited amount of seats in her life” and instead learn to see things in a more complciated light. 

I think Mai and Nobara are naturally drawn with each other, but Nobara’s hostility and Mai’s defensiveness prevents them from communciating in any real way, so they both bitch and swipe at each other instead. If Mai were to tell her anything personal, they would both have to develop their communication skills, Nobara has to learn to have symapthy for Mai even though she’s not a classic victim crying for help, and Mai would have to stop trying to self sabotage and make everyone hate her, because being left alone by everyone around her is easier than being vulernable. And that is the point development wise I want to get both of them too. As for Maki. 

Mai in the comic itself, implies that there is a lot that she never told Maki about, and that the channels of communication between the two of them have been closed for a long time. 

At the same time there are scenes in the fic itself that indicate Maki might have known something had happened to Mai, she does snap and kill a man in the Hei UNit, and Mai refers to this as “protecting her” which is why she feels like she has to help Maki hide the body together. 

Maki also, after reevalutating her reasons for fighting against the Zenin clan, reflects that if she’s not strong enough and can’t make the Zenin Clan a safe place for Mai yet, which means Maki was either priotizing Mai over herself or that she knew Mai was suffering. 

Though, her surprise then anger when figting Naoya when Naoya hints he might have done something to Mai, does seem to catch her off guard implying she didn’t know, so it’s like... ambiguous. 

I think in general Maki has always assumed the role of a violent protector for Mai, the few times she did catch Mai being bullied for other people, but Mai doesn’t want Maki to get violent or to get hurt for her sake, or to bring down punishment on both of them, so she probably at some point stopped telling Maki anything to try to unburden her sister in her own way because Mai isn’t capable of being strong the way Maki is. 

If you’re asking me for future plans though, ummm in my rewrite of the Zenin Clan masscare, Mai survives, but the twist is Maki doesn’t even know that Mai survives because she sees her corpse right before her revival via plot conveneince. So, the vision Maki sees of Mai telling her to kill everything, is a hallucination in her own head goading herself to do it brought upon the despair. They wouldn’t reunite until the very end of the story itself. 

As for Momo, I won’t give any specifics but I think the important part about Momo and Mai’s relationship is that having been cut off from Maki, I think Mai tells Momo allt he things she wants to tell Maki. I don’t think she thinks Momo is her big sister, moreso she suffers for being alone, because It’s really difficult for her to talk to Maki and whenever she tries to she feels a mix of guilt for being the weaker one and her perception that she only ever holds her sister back / her sister can’t be stronger as long as she’s alive, and also resentment for the fact that Maki left her in the first place. 

Momo kind of acts like a surrogate big sister, she defends Mai when people like Nobara are insulting her, she’s incredibly understanding of her circumstances and is someone Mai has obviously complained too before, she kind of does the things one might expect a normal big sister would do when Mai’s relationship with Maki is anything but normal. And for Mai who craves that normalcy you see why it would be easier to confide in her. 

#askspookies #fanfic asks #nobody dies au

[wooahaes]

so i got tagged again by both @bfwonu and @twogyuu sooo....

game: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

aight buckle up. this is gonna be long. (also ft some fics that i didnt talk about last time, this list has changed a little i promise)

sick fic where reader gets taken care of by felix

lost & found

songbird

uts wz

flower fics sequels svt edition

seok uts

five shots sequel (wonwoo edition)

untitled hoshi fic (inexperienced at love!reader, ft bestie!gyu)

cheollie plot for uts

svt reactions - ldr

uts shua

owie period (wz)

uts gyu

yoshi fic bc i miss writing soft shit for him

hannie but under da sun

ww **uts but i didnt mention it in the file**

svt (video game) streamer!so hcs

uts poly edition [4] / shadow

modern sequel cindy fic

ldr meeting parents for the first time fic w parental abuse victim reader **slight vent fic jsyk**

comforting bc fic w chubby!fem!reader

touch starved bitches!! (svt edition)

single dad chan time

untitled vn fic **chubby!fem!reader, multi-part, vaguely spoken about here before, sequel to en/lhc**

asahi college au where he has a reputation on campus of being a heartbreaker bc he’s rejected every single person who’s confessed to him, all bc he’s in love with you (his bestie)

seungkwan being a clingy drunk (requested)

mutual bad mood night w b*ng ch*n

trsr realizing they love you

zinnias

sorry for the chan angst **bang chan btw not dino**

jj: one-sided enemies 2 lovers

broken hearts club

bc soulmate au (tattoos)

idk but its hot inspired

mg: sweet night [plans]

shared college universe dk fic

sugar daddy gyu (but like. in a friendship way)

svt - when i grow up

boy w love (ysh)

thats almost 40. i purposefully left off a couple last time lol sorry

im not even gonna tag anyone this time tbh if you wanna do it and say i tagged u, feel free to <3

#wooahaes.tag

[yezielmoore]

15. Row (pt.2)

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Part 2 to the previous prompt. And I am, somehow, still not finished. This has grown completely out of my control, so i guess i'll just keep adding fertilizer to this monster of an idea until it lets me go or eats me.

.-,-.

Somehow they had managed to create something like a routine. 

While Athene started going out to poke at different beasts and apply her hard won fighting skills, the others tackled the technology angle with renewed ferocity and the desire to occupy their hands and minds with a task. The barrier was the first issue they addressed. It worked, of course, Athene had made sure of that and barriers were her thing. It was anchored and fed mostly on the abundant ambient aether, but it still depended on her to keep it stable for long periods of time, or permanently, as was the case. 

Then, on one of her forays she found the remains of a greenhouse. It was overgrown and most of the plants had mutated into walking nightmares, but she struck gold on the seeds. This was a project that’d keep Robyn and Eilis, the cabin boys, from getting underfoot as much, something she was sure Aisibhir, specifically his poor leg, would appreciate. 

It was when Athene stumbled upon a nest of ziz and had to run and dodge until she was almost at the portal to the Arsenal, that she had the idea of marking up a territory for themselves. Taking the lessons her mother had imparted on wilderness survival and animal behavior she started planning how to carve out a territory for them, considering they weren’t the most scary of groups around. 

“Well, if you can’t do it yourself”, she mused to herself, eyeing a sleeping dragon and, most importantly, the wide berth the other beasts gave it, “then you must turn to another to do it for you.”

It took a lot of planning, designing and making traps, finding a good place to lure it into, with plenty of ledges those with any kind of ranged ability could perch on to snipe it while she took the unenviable position of keeping it’s attention while keeping out of range of its claws, teeth, tail, breath and just about everything. 

Like most things in her life since ending up here it went well right until it didn’t. 

At some point the dragon had hit the cliff where Senryo had found purchase and zeroed on her fellow au ra with single minded bloodthirst. Good with a crossbow or not, Senryo stood no chance against the creature. 

That was the point where they should have retreated. That was also the point where she shot common sense out of the proverbial window and threw herself at the distracted dragon. When asked to explain later… she honestly couldn’t say why she did it. She was terrified, exhausted and brimming with rage at herself, at Senryo, so calm even in the face of death, at the dragon and their situation and, for a single perfect moment, she had an enemy she could defeat. 

She’d have to apologize to Vallerin’s ghost if she somehow managed to survive her own bout of idiocy. 

“What were you thinking?! Deviating from the plan?! Tackling that monster by yourself?! I didn’t take you for an idiot!”

A laugh bubbled wetly from her throat. Breathing was incredibly difficult. She felt like she was drowning. Ha! Drowning in dry land, wasn’t that funny?

“-ut I got da bas’ard,” she slurred and with a great effort managed to open her eyes and focus on M’nett. 

“Yes, yes, you got him, well done, gold star for you,” the miqo’te actually snarled, a deep sound that reverberated in his chest. “Now stay still, healing magic is not my speciality, but you’re going to survive, you got that? You’re going to survive or I’m going to drag your sorry ass back and kill you myself.”

“N’cromacy ’s b-bad.”

“We are in the Lifestream, I don’t think it counts,” Aisibhir pointed out solemnly as he limped towards them. 

Oh, the kids were going to cry, weren’t they? 

“...th’kids… on’t show… ‘em…” 

“Should’ve thought about that before jumping on a dragon’s back, lass,” Aisibhir said. “Now survive so you can apologize to them.” 

.

When she woke up, days or weeks later, judging by the lack of pain, she was assaulted by two teary eyed tweens who cried and babbled and just spoke over each other so much she couldn’t understand a thing, much less get a word in edgewise. Athene looked around in a panic, her eyes finding Aisibhir seated next to the door, but instead of taking the kids out of her hands he raised an eyebrow with such judgemental force that she cringed. 

Yeah, okay, this was on her, but did he have to leave her at their mercy? She couldn’t even argue his silent rebuke since it was her fault. 

“Sorry kids…” Athene cut herself off, startled by the sound of her own voice. That… was not how she sounded. At best that was how someone who had only heard her speak once in their life then proceeded to create an idealized version of how her voice would sound. It was just so… so pretty. Mesmerizing even. 

This time, when she turned to him with wide eyes, Aisibhir grimaced and just nodded in the direction of the covered mirror they kept around for practical purposes, even though half of them would love nothing more than to smash it to pieces. 

“Come, Robyn, Eilin, Athene needs to rest more before she can make it up to you by helping you plant your garden,” the tall sea wolf said with utter seriousness, but his eyes glinted with both humor and a warning. 

Oh, that conniving asshole! And it’s not like she could say no. Not with the way the kids turned pleadingly towards her. 

“Of course I will help,” she promised, already envisioning the arguments that would sprout (ha!), from where to even put the garden to how and in which direction to plant the rows of seeds. 

It… Honestly, it didn’t sound that bad. Even if she didn’t hurt anywhere, there was a tiredness that had settled deep in her bones and a strange void in her chest that chilled her. Maybe taking it easy for a couple of days wasn’t the worst idea in the world. 

As they filed out of the door, Robyn stopped and looked back with the kind of serious look that was a little heartbreaking to see in someone barely out of childhood. 

“Your hair is very pretty, Miss Athene, like real fire” Robyn assured her with a frown that was entirely self directed. “Not like mine.” 

Athene knew that he was self conscious about the vine-like look and texture of his own hair, which he kept tied back so he didn’t have to see it. In light of this, his compliment took on a slightly alarming light. 

“Thank you, Robyn,” she responded sincerely. “And I like your hair too, it reminds me of home.” It did remind her of some of the specimens in Labyrinthos, particularly those that’d use their vines to strangle unwary passerbys. 

“Really?” He asked with barely masked hope. 

“Absolutely.” She smiled and winked at him. “Now shoo! Or the Captain will have to come back and then he’ll assign you chores.”

With one last eep Robyn ran out of the room, slamming the door in his haste. 

For a few minutes, Athene just sat there and breathed, relishing in the fact that she still could. But as the minutes dragged on, it became obvious that she was avoiding the mirror. 

Coward, a part of her hissed. Just look and get over it. 

The first thing she thought, as she took in every angle of her reflection, was that every single person that had once complimented her hair by comparing it to fire (a boring, if true, compliment) must now be feeling entirely vindicated without knowing why. Her hair wasn’t simply the color of flame anymore. No. Movement as simple as breathing made the strands shift in ways that were mesmerizing, like tongues of flame dancing around her head. It was so realistic that she had to touch it to make sure there wasn’t an actual bonfire on her head. 

It was hair alright. The softest hair she had ever touched, except, well, it felt more like feather down than actual real hair. And that was only the beginning. Clad only in her underwear as she was, Athene could see most of the new changes. The talons on her hands and feet weren’t new, but the rugged skin on her fingers and the sole of her feet was. Stomping a bare foot to test it, she was pretty sure she could go without shoes from now on without issue. 

From her wrists up to her elbows, growing along her scales, were rows upon rows of the tiniest, finest feathers she had ever seen. They grew bigger and tougher the closer to her elbow they got and flared around the joint. Then they kept marching up, growing on the outside of her arm and fanning once more on her shoulders, forming something almost like a collar around her neck where they joined with the ones from her other side. 

She had to admit that it was striking, something she’d have worn as a jacket before.

Now you’re the jacket, her mind supplied inanely. 

Her legs were much the same. Discounting the talons, her feet remained mostly human. On her calves grew the same red/orange feathers as her forearms, soft like silk, yet tough. They reached her knees and continued up in fewer and fewer rows, mixing with the pattern of her scales and painting the outside of her tights and hips in beautiful patterns. Suspecting what she would find, she twisted around to see her back, and yep, more feathers that covered the line of her spine and joined the rest around the base of her tail. 

Athene was pretty sure that, weren’t she already in possession of a tail, she’d be sporting one right now. 

However, perhaps the most eye-catching thing in her torso was the still tender scar that hugged her right side and shined with a bronze look that contrasted starkly with the brown of her skin. She trailed it with her knuckles and her eyes both, disbelief writ plainly in her face that she had survived the hit after all. 

Athene let her hand drop, eyes locked on those of her reflection. The only thing that hadn’t changed at all. 

She wondered if her bones were hollow too. 

She wondered how long until she looked and found that nothing human looked back. 

She wondered if she’d care. 

She wondered, but she knew the answer.  

257 days and still counting.

#ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #eureka #athene noctua #beats back the ideas with a bat

[itsjaywalkers]

hello laurie!! <3 insane commute nonnie here (again) omg i read oby yesterday omw to class (ended up staying at my friend's again bc his roommate was still out. sadly he's back) and i should not have done that bc OMG?? BABE I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABT THEM THE WHOLE TIME UT GOT SO BAD I SAW MY PROFESSOR (he doesn't even look like james. he's just fit in a 'Hear me out guys...' way)N BLUSHED I WAS ACTUALLY GIGGLING AT RANDOM TIMES THINKING ABT THEM also like. sirius n regulus in this😭😭 regulus cursing sirius out for being a good brother is so real to me as someone with 12 year older brother bc he spent my entire childhood terrorizing me n now he's the sweetest person Ever. not even in an evil way he's just genuinely nice to me so if i ever complain abt him everyone goes ??? YOUR brother??? its so annoying (i love him). just reg veing grumpy<3 he's my fav little purse man and ok oh god never thought i'd say this. i have NEVER gotten the whole daddy thing but now im just🧍‍♂️bc i need to call james potter daddy while he fucks me what who said that also like. extreme apologies for how extremely inappropriate this might've gotten i was up all night studying for a quiz we have today (cannot catch a break w these ppl istg) n i swear my brain refuses to function and i have no idea!!! (please pray for me) also i hope you're doing great<3 sadly i do know work and adult things but im glad to know that nothing bad's going on!! you deserve the best<33 also i Absolutely get being funnier in your mother tongue sometimes i have these sudden thoughts n they're soo funny but i have to translate them which is like. okay but the vibes change istg!! i usually end texting my siblings abt it bc someone deserves to know how absolutely funny i am!! (all i do is make dad jokes) and (im actually so sorry bc ik you prob dont mind the book-long asks but its still!! so embarrassing!! like girl why are you yapping sm!!) i haven't read the 2nd part yet (i read the first part n just stared ahead blankly for like an hour after i read the 1st part. it did things to me) but im gonna read it after my quiz as a little treat<3 thank you for writing them sm!!!<3

HI BABE <333 sorry it took me so long to get back to u, life has been soooo hectic istg

AND OMG IM STILL SO SHY ABOUT U READING OBY but i'm so glad u enjoyed it and that it had the desired effect, it's definitely not the type of story u should read in class or just like . in front of ppl . i don't blame u for getting all flustered around ur professor even if he doesn't look anything like james. it's just the vibe yk??? you're literally so real for that

sirius and reg in oby are !! so important to me !! i feel like they have the best relationship in all of my fics, bc they're on good terms on nothing happens too but they argue . a lot . and they're gonna have some issues down the line. and they're also very close in the boxer au but there's still gonna be a lot of angst regarding their relationship. in oby, tho, they're just brothers <3 they love each other so much <3 and i'm so glad i'm portraying their dynamic accurately bc a lot of their convos are based on stuff me and my sisters have talked/fought about lmao

LISTENNNN I ALSO WASN'T INTO THE WHOLE DADDY THING like i didn't mind it and i read it occassionally but i didn't seek it out. but now that i'm actively writing it . well . i guess i kinda get the appeal (girl who doesn't even have a daddy kink) SO I GET U I REALLY DO

u don't have to apologiseeee i'm always happy to open horny hours especially if it's for james potter <3 and also i know it's been a few days but i hope the quiz went well and that u never do that again bc u need to rest!! i mean it!!

i'm doing quite well actually!! work's been a nightmare but apart from that i'm great!! i recently moved into a new flat with two friends and the place is soooo nice i'm in love with it i can't believe it's ours <333 AND SAMEEEE i always complain about it to my sisters or my spanish friends bc it annoys me to no end like . i'm literally soooo funny and it pains me that you'll never realise bc it's only when i speak in my first language ugh

I REALLY DON'T MIND THEM BABE IN FACT I LOVE THEM NEVER STOP and don't apologise again i'll kick ur ass!!! and god you're so very sweet to me, i hope u enjoyed/enjoy it and i'm sending u the biggest hug + forehead kissie in the world MWAH <3

#asks #insane commute nonnie

[yanderart]

   Once you found Shouto on the Anti-Purge forums, it felt so wonderful to be understood. So comforting to finally have someone you could rely on...

So, when you got a letter notifying you of your selection for the Annual Purge later on, of course you went to seek his help.

Should’ve known better than to trust strangers online, though.

My fic/portrait convo for the Yandere Purge Collab, from the Lovesick Discord. And please check the rest of the m. list for other amazing works set in the same AU!

Under the cut is the actual fic (Todoroki x Reader, nsfw, dark themes, 10k), as well as the respective TWs. Hope y'all enjoy 🥀

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Tws: Usual yandere ones (stalking, manipulation, delusion). Dub-con/Non-con. Non-consensual Drug Use, aka Aphrodisiacs. Death threats and sexism (from randoms on the forum, not Todo). 

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   You couldn’t think straight —hadn’t been able to since waking up again. All you could recognize amidst the fog currently obscuring your thoughts was the longing, prolonged, and tangible in its hold over your being.

You felt hot all over, the flames licking at your skin burning brightly as you squirmed from your place, eagerly attempting to get closer to the cold reprieve emanating from the man that held you. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N." One of his hands was steering you on his lap, the other one gently massaging your shoulders in a comforting motion. “I can only help you if you do."

If your judgment had not been overcast by the desire pushing away your self-awareness, then perhaps you could’ve heard the faint hint of amusement in his voice. Perhaps you would’ve thought to look up and finally encounter the content shine of his heterochromatic eyes.

“I feel…" speaking was laborious, your tongue impossibly weighty and your mind swirling with thoughts that escaped any semblance of coherence. “I feel hot all over. It hurts.”

The hand positioned around your waist went to search for one of your clenched ones, easily engulfing it in his grip as he nudged the side of your face with his chin rather tenderly. A gentle encouragement for you to stay attentive, anchoring you to the moment despite your dazed mindset. 

“Show me then,” his low timbre tickled your skin, sending another wave of excruciating heat to wreak havoc inside your body, “Let me know where it hurts.”

With a stuttering sigh, you proceeded to press both of your hands to your lower stomach, gulping audibly before bringing them further down. Dancing just short of your underwear while your eyelids fluttered shut. 

You knew your actions were out of character deep down. Even recognized the shadow of wrongness that distorted the current scene. You weren't supposed to do such things, weren't supposed to feel like that…

But the reality was that you were so excruciatingly warm by that point, and his palm felt so deliciously cold. 

When you heard the dreadful siren going off in the distance, the instantly recognizable sound of the Purge starting at last, you were already too far gone to think of anything else but the fingers brushing against the thin cotton of your panties, so close to the evidence of your need soaking through them. 

Your parents had told you not to trust strangers online once upon a time. You should’ve really taken their advice more to heart.

。。。。。

   But first, perhaps a little tracing of your steps is in order —some necessary context to fully understand the extension of your plight. 

You see, earlier that day you had woken up full of a peculiar mix of drive and determination. It was indeed Purge Day, the single day of the year you had grown to fear the most  ever since childhood, and yet for once you found yourself oddly relaxed, filled to the brim with resolve instead of your usual nerves. 

Which was already an unexpected turn of events, considering you had just gotten a letter notifying you of your selection as one of the accursed Darlings of the Night. 

A gentle reminder that, if caught, your life would stop belonging to yourself for an entire dreadful year. 

Because a Yandere had their sight on you now, or so the notice had informed you in impeccable typography. Anxious fingertips memorized the slight raise of inked words, inspecting every single detail the letter carried.

You had imagined a monster ready to pounce just outside your door then, fitting enough to be the carrier of your bad news. A preternaturally grotesque being, built from all the Yandere themed horror stories you had heard throughout the years.  

And yet there you were, feeling safer in that instant than you had in years; Because this time you had a plan. He made sure to give you one you could easily follow.

Just like he later made sure to welcome you in with a kind smile and awfully persistent hospitality. 

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

You should've known better than to accept.

。。。。。

   In the present, fingers were now dipping under the elastic of your panties, ghosting across feverish skin and encouraging your whimpers to grow louder. 

"Is this what you want, then?" The man's breath tickled one of your ears, rough digits gathering your slickness with practiced ease. And he sounded genuinely concerned too, as if your discomfort was not a consequence of his own machinations. "Because I wanna ease your pain, baby. Give you what you truly need."

He barely even touched you yet you were already struggling not to crumble, the desire governing your mind mixing with the new sensations to create a new delirious kind of torment. 

Continuing to tease you, the man was relentless in his torture, barely even brushing over your neediest spots. A gentle press of his palm to stimulate you for a moment before pulling back, much to your shameful frustration; Better than nothing, but not close enough. 

In his own way, though, he was urging you to speak up. Expecting you to demand what you truly wanted. 

Yet as a retort, all you could come up with was gasping out his name, dripping from your lips like honeyed prayers as your hips fought to buck up against his hand. 

 A sound you afterward repeated a hundred times over. Chanted until its melody became engraved on your tongue and the man was finally caving in, sliding his fingers inside with a smirk. 

He had known you'd end up caving, had planned for it for months now, and yet nothing had prepared him for the actual view.

。。。。。

   Shou, actually, had been his username when you first met him. Once upon a time recited with a genuine smile and an eagerness to please, such a far cry from the anguished whines it would later lead up to.

You started frequenting the forum he inhabited a few months back. A place which happened to be a hidden corner of the internet for people who did not just stumble upon it, but actually sought it out. A part of the web where its occupants challenged societal norms and, against what society had tried to condition you all into thinking,  chose to voice their taboo Anti-Purge sentiments instead. 

Sentiments perhaps born either due to the inherent discriminatory nature of the holiday (why was it that Yanderes were accommodated for, while Darlings barely got a warning before they were made prey?), a need for contrarianism (when opposing open kidnappings, assault and other debauchery became an act of rebellion), or just a tenuous moral high ground which made it unbearable to stomach. Whatever the reason, it was your first time encountering such a density of like-minded peers.

Despite attempting to commit yourself to being a lurker, deciding to never post or reply to others, your days had still quickly become consumed by the need to read each and every topic. You were simply fascinated with this new dark corner of the web. 

That was, of course, until the aforementioned Shou became the main focus of your attention, a dash of intriguing brightness to break the monotony of your existence.

And like moths rushing to the flame, your curiosity would be your undoing.  

There was something about him that pulled you in (along with many others from the community, which tended to flock on his posts whenever he grazed the forums). His username was clearly just a nickname instead of a carefully crafted pseudonym; profile picture just an image of the back of what you all assumed to be his hair, dual-toned strands catching the light in a hypnotic way.

Truly, his disregard for anonymity within those parts was a bigger statement than you were expecting, almost as commendable as it was dumbfounding. There was the nature of his postings too, never subtle about his inclinations or ideas. 

   How to disarm and reutilize Purge Traps. 

   Most effective ways to incapacitate a violent assailant.  

   Government lies and why they matter. 

   Faking a BOPC (breach of purge code) and getting away with it.

There was little method to the madness that was his forum activity, besides the hint that he was evidently more knowledgeable about the subject than most. Plus the fact that he was proactive about his advice, actually seeking to teach others to fight back instead of just hide away and hope for the best. For another self-proclaimed Darling, Shou was ruthless with his methods —it was hard not to admire him.

And admire you did, keeping tabs of his sporadic bursts of activity and speeding to try and interact with him whenever you caught him online. You were, to voice it simply, simply star-truck by him (and perhaps becoming a bit of a fangirl). 

Because whoever Shou was, it felt like he understood you. And so, against every ounce of your common sense or natural paranoia, you had finally decided to break your golden rule and reach out for the first time since you joined the niche forum. 

And not to just leave a vague comment agreeing on public discourse, but to actually send him a private message. In your defense, how were you supposed to know the chains of events your actions would start?

   Do you actually believe what you post?, had been your lame conversation starter. 

Luckily for you, he did not leave you hanging. You made sure to send the message while he was still active, one of the few days a week you knew he devoted to his presence on the site (and wasn't it slightly creepy, how you had taken the time to learn his schedule by that point?)

   I wouldn't be here if I didn't, dry, to the point and leaving you embarrassed to have even sent the first question. 

Yet for some reason, something about Shou reverted you back into a middle school kid seeking to impress a way cooler senior. 

Perhaps it was what he symbolized (a change for the better), what he appeared to be (everything you wish you were) —whatever it was, your fingers were frantically typing a reply as soon as his appeared on your screen. 

   I just think it's amazingThe things you know

   How you share them with everyone

   The way you see through the lies

   I just think you're— , your digits hovered over the keyboard as you were about to type out the last sentence before quickly deleting it. Even in your excitement, you knew how obsessed you'd sound if you started complimenting him personally in your very first conversation. 

So instead you sent your thoughts on his posts and awaited his answer with bated breath. A few minutes ticked by this time, your anxiety making you count down the seconds in mortified silence, slowly weighted down by your doubts until your notifications for the forum were going off again with a distinct ping. 

   I've seen your replies around. I think you're great too. 

Whatever your hang ups for praising him directly had been, he clearly did not harbor any. As the prongs of nervousness alleviated their hold over your body, you struggled to see any problems with it either…this was a person you had come to idolize, and they thought you were great?

Your smile, while still anxious, was considerable while you quickly responded. 

   I'm just a n00b. Learning from the pros. 

A moment of thought, biting your bottom lip as you decided whether to add a second message or not. Fuck it, you told yourself. 

   I wasn't even supposed to be posting anything, but you made me wanna reach out. 

Was that too forward? Oh god, it was, wasn't it? You must've sounded creepy, must've sounded desperate and…

   That's cute. Did my ramblings teach you anything? 

An actual squeal left you then, sounding like it came from an altogether different person. You were an adult, with a career and responsibilities… Yet somehow, this stranger online indirectly calling you cute made you more excited than you were comfortable admitting.

   Ofc. I didn't even know what a BOPC was before. Didn't know most of the purge traps you mentioned, either. 

The spaces between replies were getting smaller, the conversation turning fluent as you both seemed to be staring straight into the screen, waiting for the other to finish typing. 

   So you really are a n00b then. 

Shit, did you fail some sort of forum etiquette by admitting that? Somehow, the need to impress Shou was more palpable than ever. 

   And you clearly know your stuff. Makes me wanna up my game. 

Be more like you, you left unsaid. 

   So am I your senpai then? 

Your fingers froze just above the keyboards, eyes scanning over Shou's last message and reverted back to staring at his profile pic for a solid minute. You would've squealed again, if you weren't so taken aback. 

   You make it sound like I am, his second message lit up your screen, coming in quickly after your rare pause in replies.

   I don't think that's bad, though. Third message from him, and you were close to fainting now. 

   Then in that case I suppose you are. You wondered whether Shou wouldn't think you were pathetic admitting that, or whether he had been honest by saying he didn't mind... 

   I've also noticed you agreeing with some of my more polarizing views. 

A welcomed change in topics. 

You thought to ask him which ones (most of his posts tended to have a polarizing effect, with people finding him either too radicalized or not radicalized enough), but before you could formulate the question you saw the twinkling circles symbolizing he was typing up another sentence.

   Do you actually believe them? And now it was his turn to spit your words back at you. 

   Well, yah. You make compelling arguments. 

   Color me impressed then, the start of his new retort left your mind spinning. Never met a n00b like you before. 

After his declaration, you found yourself writing and rewriting your answer, hesitating on your word choice, and yet pure elation coursed through your veins. 

He said he's impressed with me, your brain kept supplying on loop. You had no way of knowing just how much of a lasting impression you were leaving. 

   I don't wanna stay one tho. I'd like to jump a few levels. Improve.

Barely a moment's notice before his last message provoked a noticeable hitch in your breath. 

   I can help you with that. 

Which, as short of a reply as it was, left you giddier than would’ve been healthier to admit. 

Perhaps it could be chalked up to your work shifts growing more monotonous and tiresome, your social life becoming a faint echo of what it used to be, or just the regular wear and tear from a too-plain existence —a routine where you didn’t tend to engage with life, but just passively watched it go by.

Whatever the true reason was, that night you went to sleep with such a wide grin that the apples of your cheeks had started to hurt from the exertion, infinitely excited after getting to talk firsthand with someone you had already come to admire by that point. 

It almost made you self-conscious, knowing just how much it all meant to you, how such a small gesture on his part happened to mean the world to you. 

But there was really no reason to feel ashamed or overzealous over your own reaction. If you could’ve seen Shou, you would’ve known you weren’t the only one smiling.

。。。。。

   Almost as open of a smile as the one adorning his features right now, currently hidden from your view as his fingers set a maddening pace. Tortuously slow at first until his knuckles started brushing against your opening with each thrust. 

All you could hear now were the wet sounds of your arousal facilitating his movements, motions whose only purpose seemed to be to drive you more rambling and disoriented by the second. 

"Is this what you want? What you need, perhaps?" His usually calm voice was uncharacteristically affected as he gasped against your ear, the torture he was making you endure clearly getting to him as well. 

You were much too preoccupied with the waves of pleasure and warmth overflowing your body to give a proper response, but your lack of one did not deter him. 

If anything, your needy gasps and whines were the only encouragement he required. 

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll take care of you, make you feel good."

By that point, the hand that had been petting your hair had found its way to your sopping heat too, calloused pads circling around your pearl while the man continued feeding you his eager promises. 

"I get you, baby. Just like you get me." So close, your entire body taut and ready to snap. "And you want me to take care of you too, right?"

You weren't conscious enough to understand the implications, your impaired judgment prohibiting you from reading further into the meaning of his words. He sounded so encouraging, so deceivingly tender despite stuffing you full of his fingers as you squirmed on his lap. 

All you could do was nod furiously.

And later on, when your senses sadly returned, dedicated yourself to lamenting over which of your actions brought you down this unfortunate path. 

。。。。。

    Perhaps, your consciousness supplied, it had been the fact that you opened up so readily. That you had dared to share with a supposed new friend, things that should’ve better stayed hidden in the first place.   

But goddamn it, you felt downright honored that he even considered you worthy enough to entertain in the first place. From the very first second, Shouto already had the upper hand. 

During the first few conversations, the topics you two discussed were all closely related to the purge and your mutual hang ups with it. Concise and carefully typed out messages were exchanged, discussing opinions you had never expected anyone to be interested in hearing—not from you, at least. 

But then, as the weeks slowly progressed, the subjects of conversation began shifting to both of your lives, to your occupations, hobbies, and, directly against the forum's policy for privacy, the people you two were outside the confines of your online corner. 

Even without actually exchanging any real data or supplying him with your name or age, you found yourself starting to open up more and more with each day.

You told him about your grueling office job, the friends you hadn’t seen or texted in weeks, and the reality of an apartment which more closely resembled a containment cell than a home…

Revelations that you had kept hidden for so long, which now came pouring out without regard for how mortified they made you feel. You were conscious of the limits blurring between you two the further you kept going, of how you were telling him things best left unsaid, cramped and buried in a hard to reach place. 

And yet, for some obscure reason, everything Shou represented made it impossible for you to resist the temptation to speak up, to demand to be heard for the first time in an eternity of quietness. 

You’re pathetic, is what you expected him to say in return. Pathetic, weak, meager, and worthless. Anticipating him, somehow, to echo all the doubts and deeply held fears you carried inside. 

   Most of my friends don’t understand either, was instead the response you  received. But most people don’t see what's wrong, what needs to be changed. You feel lonely because you do.

It wasn’t clear what you would’ve wanted to hear beforehand, the things you had fantasized someone would reply if you ever gathered the courage to share your anxieties. Whatever those expectations had been an eternity ago, they now vastly paled when compared to what your new friend was dangling in front of you. 

It felt like he was giving an excuse for things you had always perceived as personal failings. If what he said was true, it would mean it wasn’t your social ineptitude that kept people away, your uselessness, or uninteresting personality.

It would mean the shadows around you could still be dispelled somehow, exorcising the silhouettes of a suffering that had become a regular companion in your day to day life.

Brandishing a courage that only anonymity could give you, your fingers were a blur on your keyboard as you tried to ignore the rapid heartbeat in your chest, the fear, and exhilaration from opening up for the first time in forever. 

Something you would later regret a thousand times over.

   And you do too, and it wasn’t a question, a nervous comment or a stuttered retort. With the aid of the text format, you could look as confident as you knew you weren’t. You understand as well. 

You understand me, was the tacit meaning behind it. The prickling of unshed tears made it so you were furiously blinking, fighting against the downpour despite your eyes refusing to leave the screen for longer than an instant. 

   I do. More than you realize.

For all intents and purposes, your first mistake was indeed opening up. 

And your second one was being naive enough to let him in. Seriously, why hadn’t you heeded your parent’s advice about stranger danger?

。。。。。

   ...If they could only see you now, coming apart at the seams and with the name of your tormentor being the only word you were able to string together. 

"Such a beauty, and all for me," his praises accompanied you through the rough orgasm ripping through your body, lips kissing your forehead in stark contrast to the digits still pumping inside your heat. "Let me hear your voice, baby. Let me hear how beautiful my name sounds on your lips."

And you obeyed, because what other choice did you have. Mindless, broken, and oh, so needy. 

You continued to audibly moan as your climax unwound, crying out his name in absolute reverence while Shouto's smile deepened against your skin. The chill of his touch was still as soothing as ever, calming down the embers of a lust that refused to completely die down.

When he finally pulled his hands from your core, you felt excruciatingly empty. But you were not given enough time to wallow in your despair, because who you once considered your friend was then grasping your face gently between his hands, leading your gaze to meet his—forcing you to witness the intensity and adoration present there. 

"My Y/N."

Even in your deeply intoxicated state, the last few dredges of your senses supplied just how utterly abhorrent the situation was. 

The sirens signaling the start of the Purge had died down a while ago, drowned out by your own cries of pleasure, but you could still see the remnants of the government logo still plastered all over the TV, its bright glow bathing you both in an eerily scarlet ambiance. 

From the same weak place of coherence, a shiver of fear managed to break through your stupor. 

"You're going to continue to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" 

When he kissed you then, slow and almost ironically hesitant despite what had just transpired moments before, you couldn't begin to tell your body to refuse. Much to your own horror, you were soon eagerly kissing your tormentor back. 

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   The second mistake leading up to your downfall, on the other hand, took a little longer to occur. It was after a few more weeks of conversation. You vented and talked way too much, while Shou listened intently and even rewarded you with a few crumbs of advice of his own.  

So wrapped up in your new seemingly innocuous friendship you were in, you failed to recognize the magnitude of an event that should've sent you scrambling to shut off your monitor. A warning so loud it would've put the Purge sirens themselves to shame. 

You see, with Shou's help, you were slowly becoming more of an active user around those parts. You didn't just stick to replying to his posts or lurking until he shot you a private message anymore; no, you were now officially a contributor, deciding to step out of your anonymity to share what you thought was a fairly interesting article. It was a rather long-winded thinkpiece on the morality of Darlings’ treatment after the Purge had ended—the reality of that year spent in captivity that most people tended to just brush under the carpet, all in the name of making the entire ordeal more palatable to digest. 

In all your eagerness, however, you had failed to realize a very crucial detail, which was that the article was a whole two days old. Already an ancient text by forum's standards, apparently. 

So with that in mind, of course you should've expected the hate, an outpouring of bitterness fit for a community of loners and acidic underdogs. You were on an anonymous forum on one of the darkest parts of the internet, somewhere most sane people actively stayed away from—Clearly, a rookie unwittingly reposting something was the perfect target for a lot of your bitter comrades. An excuse to finally take out all of their pent up frustration.  

   Fuck1ng pleb, thanks for copy-pasting the same post for the 55th time. 

   This is why we shouldn't let newbies post. Look at this mess @mods.

   Time to hang it up, n00b. And by “it”, I mean your f****** neck.  

   i bet ur a girl, [Username]. u type like a b1tch. 

And the icing on the cake for internet interactions, a myriad of wall spamming "KYS" being plastered all across the comment section, bold and daunting as they filled your notification box with the repetitions of hate. If you weren't so sure of your safety behind your screen, perhaps you would've felt intimidated. 

As it stood, you were just embarrassed, mortified at the fact that you had seemingly botched your only attempt at leaving a positive first impression. If anything, it only seemed you had given everyone a common enemy to pick on for once...

Or that was, at least, until Shou happened to log in at exactly that precise moment. You knew he was usually busy around that day and time (he never actually told you whether he had a job, but you had surmised as much from your past chats), so his instantly recognizable profile picture and username popping up had you genuinely gasping at first. It was one hell of a coincidence, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief at what looked to be your savior.

   Everyone, stop getting your panties in a twist. This is why no new users end up staying, the environment is abhorrent. 

It was vague enough not to betray the fact that you two weren’t just strangers anymore, as well as keeping Shou’s reputation as a lone wolf from completely shattering.

And a comment which, surprisingly, instantly dulled most of the incoming messages your post was being flooded with. 

People respected him there, his status as a renowned user giving him a genuine sort of power and hold over the rest of the community. One of the first things you had recognized on the forums was the distinct hierarchical structures amongst its users, and there Shou might’ve as well be granted the title of mayor for all the weight his every sentence carried.

Or at least they did with the majority of the community. As in every place where large numbers of people gathered, there were always a few rotten apples just begging to be tossed. 

   and ofc ur whiteknighting for her, Shou The Great. shes sucking ur dick under evry single post u make

You cringed, studying the bitter user that had decided to be a contrarian and easily recognizing him from unsavory past encounters you witnessed. Although, if you were completely honest, this time you couldn't exactly say his words didn't carry a certain degree of validity.

Shou had told you he was glad that was the case with you, that his post resonating with anyone was one of the main reasons why he hadn't just disappeared from the site completely. But in reality, saying you weren't subtle about your agreement with his ideas would be an understatement. 

You were like a puppy skipping behind him, trailing his interactions and always ready to write an eager comment backing him up. Yet you had never thought others actually paid attention to your mostly one-sided interactions, the occasional meager downvote or emote being the only thing that made you aware your comments weren’t just lost in the sea of spam Shou’s posts were usually showered in. 

For the longest time, your support had just felt like leaving letters for the man to find. Letters you hadn’t even been sure had reached their target until a few weeks back...

Suddenly, the sharp sound of Shou's incoming reply drove you from your tribulations.  

   Well, maybe if you weren't such a crude man you wouldn't be permabanned from starting topics yourself. Although I doubt anyone would be sucking your dick either way, shitty ideology considered. [Image attached]

A grimace was quick to grow on your face as you aptly studied the picture Shou decided to close his reply with.

It was a screenshot of what looked to be someone's post history, a rather extensive list with alarmingly offensive titles such as "Why male darlings should be spared", "The purge is a form of cuckoldry" and “Feminist agenda: female yanderes and their biological advantage [Repost]". Almost all of them exhibited a tragic downvote ratio right as well, besides the red symbol signaling the posts had been archived by senior users or mods.

For someone who also loathed the terrible holiday, it was almost admirable how the man managed to be almost as detestable as the criminals you all rallied against. 

But even so, what disturbed you the most wasn't the clear bigotry of the user, but the fact that that screenshot couldn't have been taken from public records. A user's post history was hidden, just another measure on the site’s part to keep people from recognizing too many details about each other and possibly endangering themselves. 

No, it could only have been taken from inside the account. And judging from the other guy's quick reaction, you weren't the only one who came to that realization.

   how the fck did u get that

   I knew u were friends with the mods. fcking rats 

By that point, everyone else had stopped clogging the comments and, you assumed, instead opted to settle down and attentively observe the events transpiring. Apart from the emote reactions and the rapidly rising number of upvotes on Shou’s comments, you had all become a passive audience to the public ridicule.

Although you couldn’t help feeling slightly disjointed by Shou’s behavior. Below your wicked sense of pride at having him defend you, there was still the whispers of your gut telling you the man was going a little too far, his actions spelling a more sinister meaning than just “having a friend’s back”.

   You've been here for years, Minoru. Surprised you haven't yet noticed how much of a pest everyone sees you as. 

Minoru? You did a double-take, going back to read the username of the guy Shou was arguing with. But he just had a randomly generated number as a pseudonym, same as you and most others, and with just a picture of some anime sneezing girl to distinguish his profile from the rest. No trails or signs of what could Shouto be referencing to.

Nothing but an option you preferred not to consider. But it couldn't be, could it? your friend wouldn’t...

   fucking delete that right now, man.

   this isn't a joke, DELETE THAT. 

Only that the abrasive and desperate reaction told you everything you needed to know. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, shock mixing with equal parts horror and amazement you couldn’t even begin to try and disentangle. Because right that second, you were witnessing your friend breaking the forum’s number one rule with a front-row seat to the spectacle. 

And he was doing it all in your name.

   Then maybe think twice before you go out of your way to harass newbies. Or have you had too much time on your hands after being fired, is that it?

It was vague enough not to represent any kind of threat... if not for the context of the site. And yet you all knew the hidden message behind it, the warning for whoever Minoru was to understand Shou knew much more than what he was letting on. That he could expose much more than he was currently alluding to. 

   y are u even doing this, shou? y do u care wtf happens to this noobslut anyways?

Shou's reply took barely a moment to appear, lighting up your screen and, despite the slightly morbid nature of his protection, coaxing out a smile to adorn your lips. It was like a balm being applied to your worries, quieting down most of your incipient concerns in favor of rejoicing. 

   They're a friend. 

For fuck’s sake, you even screenshotted that for posterity. Somehow, him acknowledging the new bond you two had openly felt like a milestone. 

When a mod came in to archive the post and give everyone involved a stern warning later on, you were already way past your previous doubtful sentiments. 

Instead, the last thing you did before going to sleep that day was to open up your private conversation with Shou and send a quick yet heartfelt message of gratitude his way. 

Months prior, you wouldn’t have ever thought you’d be thanking anyone for semi doxxing another human being. How rapidly things were changing, though, and all while you got lost in the thrill of mattering.

   Thanks for sticking up for me. It meant a lot, you typed feeling slightly lightheaded, drunk on the idea that anyone would think you worthy of having your back.

You thought Shou went offline after dishing out his not so thinly veiled threats, but somehow he was back again in an instant, the sound of notifications going off shaking any remnants of your exhaustion.  

   Anything for you, [Y/N]. 

You were so tired, it didn't occur to you that you hadn't yet shared your real name with your friend either.

That night, for once, you fell asleep with a twinkle in your eye and the image of Shou's multicolored locks dancing against your eyelids. Imagining, ever so briefly, your fingers trailing down the back of a neck you now had memorized from analyzing his profile picture. 

And, while you slept with your phone clutched to your side, you also failed to notice the peculiar sound of your own camera going off, the soft glow from the red light beside your lense bathing your features in its subtle illumination, flickering against your eyelashes and the lingering grin on your curved lips. 

You truly looked angelic like that. 

Suffice it to say, Minoru never bothered you again after that day. In fact, his name disappeared from the site not too soon after. 

。。。。。                                                   

    But now, to continue the grueling task of giving a context for your inevitable end, it is necessary to jump a month further into the future, barely a week from the excruciating present. 

Because it was then that the last strike finished nailing the coffin of your proverbial undoing, burying you under the weight of your own ignorance.

You got your notice in the mail on the Day of Announcements, an inconspicuous letter lacking any further distinction beyond a scarlet government seal emblazoned across its front. But even before you opened and read the message, you already knew of its contents—easily recognizing the image before you from several of the varied posts you had seen floating around on the forums lately.

   Purge Notice!!! Help needed Urgently. 

   Just got my letter. Do I stay hidden or fight back? [Open poll]

   Third time getting mine. AMA about my methods. 

The range of how you had seen other users reacting to their own selections was diverse, with some of them being more experienced while others, such as you, had just gotten their first letter ever. If things played out differently for you, then you were sure you would've been another one of the numerous panicked voices, awkwardly trying to maneuver their way out of their new situation.

And maybe, then, your odds wouldn't have been so completely fucked from the start. 

As it stood, as soon as you laid eyes on the notice, the first thing you thought of was how quickly you could boot up your computer and open the forum’s private messages. Because, for the first time in forever, you were overwhelmed by the feeling of someone else being there for you. 

Shou was your friend, had earned that spot fair and square after months of listening to you venting and sharing deep discussions; faster than you could even realize it, and so it was only natural for you to seek his help once the news of your selection for the new yearly Purge reached you. 

He had even threatened another user for your sake, for fuck’s sake. So, really, what harm could come out of relying on someone you were sure was trustworthy?

Maybe it was too late by that point for you to snap out of it, but it was almost amusing seeing you being so easily deceived. 

Just another reason why you needed him, certainly.

 。。。。。

    Already told you I'd have your back, had been his immediate reply barely an instant after you attached a candid photo of your hand holding up the envelope. Whatever you need, I’m here.

His lack of hesitation was palpable through your screen, heart hammering in your chest as you were faced with a kindness you had thought yourself undeserving of not long ago. 

As soon as you closed your mailbox, you had immediately raced to send him the message, completely foregoing telling any of your other friends or family members when you doubted they would even understand you in the first place. Shou had been right when he told you people just didn’t want to see the truth, even if it slapped them right in the face, leaving dark imprints in the shape of their narrow mindedness.

But he was there, he was letting you know as much, in his own words. And for what felt like the hundredth time in the past few months, you felt incredibly lucky to have stumbled upon the Forums in the first place, to have traced whatever fortunate path had led you to find him—the one person able to distinguish you in a world you always thought you blended straight into. 

   Thank you, Shou, for everything. And at that moment, you really had been truthful, so much so that there were tears prickling at your eyes, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude drowning you with its intensity.

Indeed, your final mistake had been your desperate need for acceptance. A need that had, in the end, cost you everything.

   You can call me Shouto now. No use for nicknames anymore.

Amidst the chaos of your life possibly crashing down all around you, somehow his revelation put a trembling smile back in your face. 

   Then allow me to repeat: thank you, Shouto. 

   Np, Newbie. Told you I'd help you level up, didn't I? 

His teasing managed to garner a small stuttering laugh out of you despite the dreadfulness of your situation. 

But you couldn’t help it. Somehow, every reply Shouto sent you only served to wrap the illusion of safety tighter around you. So tight in fact, that you should’ve started worrying about suffocating. 

。。。。。

   On the other side of the screen, the man with the multicolored hair couldn’t help but keep staring at the picture you had sent him earlier. 

He was transfixed, eyes almost unblinking as they refused to separate from the image. The way your fingers tentatively held the letter up for the picture was simply adorable to him. Beautifully naive. 

It wasn't like he hadn't seen your face before, like he hadn't already memorized the texture of your skin and the everlasting trace of a frown always threatening to dampen your mood. He read your expressions like poetry, every mole and scar furthering the securing of his interest. 

But this was the first picture you had actually chosen to send him out of your own volition, the final symbol of a trust he had worked so tirelessly to earn. Used to catching prey as he was, the man wasn’t entirely sure when you had turned from a game into a priority, from a priority into the only thing he could even make himself care for.

And it didn’t help that it was his letter you were holding, too. His formal declaration of pursuit. 

With time, Shouto was sure you would find it in yourself to appreciate the beauty of such irony. 

But, for now, what he really needed to do was buy some tea. Couldn’t have your own stubbornness ruining your first encounter, could he?

。。。。。

   In the coming weeks, your friend aided you and even coached you as you jointly planned for the horrific holiday, not only suggesting ideas but tracing the safety measures needed for them to succeed. You really had no reason to doubt him by that point.

That evening, after you finished letting Shouto know you were back from work, you made sure to pack all of your supplies into an inconspicuous bag you had acquired for the occasion. Whoever your Yandere was, it was best to not give any hints of your new acquisitions, just in case they were already stalking your movements. 

Shouto had helped you devise the list, mentoring you in your selection of weapons as well as self-defense arsenal—what brands of pepper spray to get, which ammunitions were most efficient and reliable, even what kind of clothing was the least troublesome if the need to escape ever arose. If you had been sure he knew his craft before, now you were surprised at just how vast his wisdom genuinely was. 

After the last few finishing touches of preparations, you were already on your way to the direction you had both agreed on (supplied by him, approved by you). There were several hours until the start of the Purge still, but the adrenaline swimming through your bloodstream was already considerable. 

Shouto had suggested you visited him for the Holiday, quoting how the measures in place for his home made it nothing short of a fortified vault, impossible for any outsiders to break into (and for anyone to break out of, but let's not get ahead of ourselves). 

With that in mind, how could you have refused his offer? Your place was barely an excuse for an apartment, windows that didn't entirely close, and feeble doors that could be easily broken into. Even if you weren't partly driven by the curiosity of meeting your new internet idol turned friend, it would've been foolish to decline. 

So in a few hours, you were sporting a nervous smile on your face as you parked your car in front of the largest apartment complex you had ever encountered. It was luxurious in a way you had only seen staring back at you from a television screen, marble, and gold accents giving you the impression you were about to step into a drama set instead of visiting an online friend. 

Before the surrealism of the entire situation could begin to set in, however, you noticed the young man sitting on the ample stairs of the building. He had an air of effortless elegance, tall and lithe, yet sporting a black turtleneck which hugged his frame and made it clear just how much sheer strength hid behind his movements. 

And he also sported the same peculiarly colored locks you had already memorized from the last few months, the light softly reflecting on them proving to be an even more impressive show when admired live. 

You were dazzled for an instant, wondering if, somehow, this entire thing was a prank and the Shou from the forums had just schemed his way into making a fool out of you in front of a handsome stranger. Way too convoluted, yet entirely too plausible to your bewildered self. 

Until the man lifted his eyes—as beautifully dual-toned as his hair, and catching sight of you standing just beside your recently parked vehicle. 

"Y/N," he was sharply climbing to his feet as he called out your name, the shy hint of a smile in his lip contradicting the monotone cadence of his tone. "Good to finally meet you."

You had first been under the impression that the Shou you knew was cold, the way he interacted with others on the site reminding you of an emotionless robot at times, but the man addressing you seemed like he was ripped straight out of a stereotypical rom-com. 

Maybe he'd be the aloof, tormented heir? Which, in your fantasy drama land, would make you the nearly illiterate and poor love interest. Your feelings of inadequacy only grew at the comparison.

Almost cute, how that had been one of your greatest worries once upon a time. How foolishly eager you were to be liked back then.

"Shouto." The name still felt somewhat strange on your lips, even after he had insisted you started calling him that. "It's good to meet you, too."

He was by your side in an instant, taking your bags from you swiftly and shutting the door to your ride. From this up close, it became considerably harder to disguise your staring. 

Even the scar which covered his left eye, a splash of reddish textured skin, somehow came across like yet another enhancer of his appeal. An underlying harshness which you couldn't help but be intrigued by. 

"Your hair looks even better in person."

And leave it to you to once again find a way to screw first impressions. You were chastising yourself a mere second after the words left your mouth. 

But Shouto only sent you that same hint of a smirk your way, his eyes appearing genuinely pleased at your praise. If he thought you were a weirdo and was regretting ever inviting you to his house, then he was a good enough actor for you to be fooled.

And fooled you he did, but with completely different intentions. 

"You look just like in your pictures," came his serene retort not long after.

Which you assumed was a joke, keeping in mind that the only photo you had ever sent his way had been of the Purge letter you received a few days ago.

Laughing lightly, you tried to ignore the nerves tugging at your chest before catching up with him on the steps of the building. 

As you giddily barged straight into the open jaws of the beast, it once again struck Shouto how utterly unsuspecting you were. How you trusted him so wholeheartedly.

He couldn't wait to see it all come crashing down.

。。。。。

   Inside his honest to god penthouse, your previous feeling of insufficiency only became more severe. 

The interiors were decorated sparingly, albeit fashionably. Filled with different muted shades and being unexpectedly traditional in the way they were designed. It was a stunning abode, even if you couldn't help but mentally point out how utterly unlived in it appeared.

There was not a single cup, shoe, or book out of place, everything perfectly polished and organized to the point that you felt hesitance as your sock-covered feet continued making their way through the place.

"Make yourself at home," Shouto told you most matter-of-factly. If you weren't so sure of his intentions by now, perhaps you would've thought he was being sarcastic. 

Without any of your belongings to distract yourself with, you instead gravitated towards what you could see of the kitchen through one of the sliding doors. 

It was very modern despite the rest of the aesthetic the penthouse sported, shiny stainless steel and spotless dark countertops. It should've looked out of place when paired with the carpeted floors, wooden furniture, and sparse pieces of classical Japanese art…

Yet somehow, it strangely fits. Just like his owner, you supposed, thinking back to the oddities that amounted to his unique brand of appeal.

And you really needed to stop thinking of your friend like that. 

When you heard the door to the apartment being audibly locked with a resounding click, you instantly stopped your fingers grazing the smooth countertops. Your instincts flared up with worry for a moment, right before you forcefully willed yourself to calm down.  

After reminding yourself of the true reason why you were there, the exhale you released next was one of clear relief. 

"Want something to drink?" Shouto appeared in your line of sight again, hands buried in the pockets of his pants and looking like the picture of composure. 

You felt embarrassed once again, knowing he had given you a free pass to roam but still somewhat self-conscious about intruding on his space. 

"You don't need to make me anything. I'm fine." Your timbre was apologetic, not used to slipping into the role of a guest just yet. 

He seemed strangely dissatisfied with your answer, closing some of the distance between you with a presence that had you almost flinching back for a second. 

There was an intensity in his gaze, something which you could not quite yet place. 

"But I want to be a good host. So let me." He appeared very serious about it, too, with his face growing stern as his peculiar eyes bore into yours. 

Not wanting to cause further distress, you imagined relenting would be the best course of action. 

It was like you were molded to be the perfect Darling, so wonderfully meek and gullible.

"Okay then. Water is fine."

Yet Shouto shook his head, still somewhat dissatisfied with your answer. 

"Tea it is." His phrasing allowed little space for argument. "I know you mentioned liking a few brands before, so I took the liberty of stocking up on them."

A surprising burst of laughter broke through your anxious feelings then, drawing Shouto's eyes again from the particular cabinet they had drifted to as he mentioned the beverages. 

He looked at you puzzled, an unasked question written all over his otherwise blank expression, and so you decided to reply from the surge of unexpected amusement you were experiencing. 

"It's only a night, Shou," you didn't even realize you had slipped back into his nickname, too entertained by how much he had apparently overdone his hospitality. "There really wasn't any need for you to go buy my favorite teas."

His eyes blinked quite slowly your way, his expression back to his vacant mask before a smile reappeared.

"I wanted you to feel welcomed," he supplied as he approached the cabinet he was eyeing before, dedicating himself to searching for whatever kind of flavor of tea he had in mind. 

In response, you just shrugged your shoulders with another chuckle. 

"And I didn't get you anything. You're making me feel even more out of place."

"Nonsense," he cut you off in that deadpan way of his, hands rummaging through the most ridiculously vast tea collection you had ever seen. And then he added, decidedly quieter, "today is supposed to be about you, after all."

Too bad you didn't pick up on it. 

When he ushered you back to the salon with barely a wave next, pointing at one of the cushions arranged around the short-legged table, you decided to follow his suggestion and wait there while he finished brewing the drinks. By now, you understood the futility of offering any kind of help when he was still so intent on properly welcoming you. 

So, curious as you were, your eyes continued to inspect each and every inch of the apartment, drinking up all the pieces of info you could observe, that you didn't even think of the potential dangers of letting a stranger fix you a cup while you weren't looking.

Unbeknownst to the other, you were both actively counting down the seconds until the Purge started, minds lost to your own inner turmoils from opposite sides of the suite. 

And for entirely different reasons, you were both filled with anticipation.    

。。。。。

   Meanwhile, finally back in the present after retracing the steps that guided you there, it was becoming increasingly hard to compartmentalize the chaos brewing inside you.

Shouto’s lips were the personification of hunger against yours, an inescapable gluttony to mark and consume every single inch of you he could encompass. 

After a hint of understanding returned to your body post-orgasm, your vision and the sensations you endured were becoming disturbingly vivid. It was impossible to conceive anything beyond his hands ridding you of your flimsy camisole, palms cold in comparison to the heat you felt, splaying against your sides and slowly making their way up the sensitive mounds of your chest.

“All mine, baby.” You barely registered his teeth nipping at your bottom lip until a shock of pain snapped you out of your trance.

He bit you, and quite harshly too, but when you tried to instinctually pull back his response was to hold you even tighter. Before you could attempt to voice your complaints, his tongue was darting out to clean up the droplets of blood he spilled. 

“Out of all the Darlings I’ve played with, you’re the only one I’ve ever even considered keeping, you know?”

And now that had you freezing, even amidst the cloud of desire still muddling your cognizance. His arms pressed you closer still, forcing you to bury your face against his chest, completely unphased by the bloody mess your mouth had morphed into.  

Had he tricked others before then? Was that the reason why he was even on the Forums in the first place? 

You wanted to ask him what he meant, wanted to demand explanations for a phrase that had dread closing around your neck like a noose. But whatever he slipped into your drink to keep you so awfully responsive and pliable, also appeared to make forming any complex sentences incredibly hard…

Shou, ever the receptive one, caught onto your change in demeanor rather aptly. His face nuzzled your hair softly, humming a calming melody as if you were a scared child who could be so easily reassured. Meanwhile, his hands hadn’t abandoned your breasts, still tenderly kneading them with a touch bordering on worship.

“But I’m glad you weren’t my first, baby. Means I could be all ready for when we met.” He rocked you both as he rested his back further on the sofa, opening his legs wider below you and forcing you to settle closer to his clothed groin with a whimper. 

Your arms reached out to grasp his shoulders while you tried to stabilize yourself, the strain of his erection resting snuggly against your still sensitive slit. 

"Helped me to know when to pull back," he kept confessing, purposefully thrusting into you while he kept lovingly massaging your chest, fingers twisting your hardened peaks to coax a new kind of mewl to be uttered against his skin. "Wouldn't want you to break now that I've finally found you."

The fact that your bodies seemed to fit so perfectly, even in your impaired state, was not an irony lost on you. 

Abruptly, Shouto stopped fondling your breasts in order to maneuver your face again, both of your stares meeting in a vehement standoff before he continued. 

“I’ll make this as close to perfection as I can, I promise you.” And you got a direct view of the vulnerability in his uniquely colored eyes, the nature of his words clearly heartfelt despite the atrocities they alluded to. 

As you heard him drag his zipper down, the hand clutching your jaw trembling in anticipation, you couldn’t help the new wave of warmth spreading through your body, negating all the fear and anxiousness warring inside you in order to shamefully expose your baser desires.

Now that whatever had been clouding your  judgment was pulling back slightly, your thought process had begun to snap back into place, overflowing you with a terrible sense of shame at your own reactions.

He gave you something earlier with your drink, you were sure of it, and yet you couldn’t help but still be horrified at just how much you were enjoying it. Once you felt the flushed head of his cock placidly rubbing against your thigh, the sounds leaving your mouth weren’t ones of complaint, peril or dissent.

Quite the contrary, actually, and it only made Shouto grow bolder.

As the hand clutching your face grew tenser, gripping you with force before tugging harshly, you got the hint. Now painfully following his lead, it wasn't long before the previous pressure against your legs was now resting directly against your cunt. 

The pre-cum already gathered on him mixed in with your still oozing arousal, smearing the span of your outer lips as he lightly teased you one last time. 

You were so mortified by that point, that if he had offered to end your embarrassment right then and there with one of the several weapons you knew he kept, you would’ve been very inclined to accept. 

“... I didn’t even think there was such a thing as 'The One' before, actually.” You hadn’t even realized the man was still talking, ardent whispers getting lost on the intensity of the situation. 

His eyes were searching your face, a satisfied twinkle lighting them up as soon as you returned his stare of your very own volition. Perturbed, you wondered if his delusion made him see anything beyond a twisted mix of lust and fear reflected back at him. 

“But I now know just how wrong I was, Y/N.” So sure of himself, tone back to the stern cadence you previously associated with him for a moment, gripped by a gravity befitting of his obsession. “Indeed, I think you were always meant to be my darling… don't you agree?”

To your credit, you did struggle to speak up, to gain back the control over a body which had stopped listening long ago. Too bad you only managed a single pitiful word out.

“Shouto…”

But before you could even fathom attempting a better response, he was breaching into you, sheathing himself with an ease you wished you could overlook, turning your voice from an anguished plea into outrageously labored moans. 

You had once thought Shou had been interested in you because he somehow perceived you as anything but pathetic, but you were beginning to think it had been your weakness which drew him in all along. 

So deliciously frail, that even a predator like him had been driven with an urgent need to protect you. To break you down, just so he could be the one to build you back together.

As he started fucking you with shallow thrusts, hips bucking up from the sofa while he tenderly guided you until your body was mimicked his motion on its own, you couldn’t help but be the most disturbed at his oddly affectionate ways. 

As awful as it sounded, now that your mind had awakened from its stupor all you wanted was for him to bend you over and abuse you, manhandle you and mistreat you in a way which unequivocally screamed assault. You wanted bruises painting your skin, proof that you hadn’t just willingly given up and facilitated your own ruin. 

He was humiliating you despite the pretty words he decided to disguise it as—showing you how easily he could own you and even make you enjoy it, drug-addled drink or not. 

But as his mouth latched around one of your hardened nipples, sucking generously until his name was once again fast on your tongue, you also couldn’t deny the crystal clear responses you were giving.

You could attempt to lie to yourself later, could swear it was all a delusion born out of the deranged man's mind, but the particular brand of your screams was unmistakable.

When your own hand reached down to facilitate your release, you knew you were already acting beyond what you could've previously attributed to the drugs. Toying with your bundle of nerves, you rested your forehead against Shouto's shoulders, tears from the pleasure mixing in with the subjacent agony of your guilt. 

Why did it have to feel so good? And how far did the drugs truly affect you? Or had they just peeled back your inhibitions perhaps, baring you until all you had were dark desires and no self-control to contain them. 

You still tasted blood inside your mouth when your walls started clenching around his cock, the coppery flavor entirely too vivid on your tongue. Hearing his own choked groans gasping against your chest, you felt his mouth abandoning your bud with a pop before his kisses were trailing a path back up—eager in their search of your face, your lips. 

You were still cumming by the time a lascivious kiss connected you two again, unwinding in his grasp until his hands were the only thing keeping you whole. 

“Even if I wasn't taught how,” he began promising while his rhythm grew frantic, barely resisting the allure of your core fluttering around him. “I promise I’ll love you, Y/N. Love you so good, you won’t ever want to leave when the next Purge comes.” He was getting increasingly excited by his own words, imagining a future where you did not need the aid of a little cup of tea to eagerly kiss back. “I’ll fuck you every day, fill you up and show you just how much I care. How much you matter.”

Faced with his degenerate promises, all you could do was gasp out his name one last time, perhaps seeking to express your reticence, perhaps oddly excited by the image he was painting. 

You indulged him in the pitiful sound of your whimpers molding around its syllables, and it wasn’t long before you were coaxing him to join you with an orgasm of his own.

He actually came inside, you recognized inwardly after the aftershocks of enjoyment now quieted down to a lull, a new type of dread quickly following the realization. His cum was still shooting in hot ropes, stuffing you to the brim with the intent and purpose of a man bent on marking you, owning you.

But Shouto was so loving as he kissed you time and time again, painfully reminding you of just how nice he could be for you, how gentle and attentive. It made the lines between your tormentor and a traditional lover blur even further, the confusion clouding your sense not merely born out of narcotics any longer. 

You had been so preoccupied with a monster outside your house once. A creature ripped from the kind of movies that were ripe with cheap scares and considerably cheaper thrills. 

But monsters never were like that in real life, were they? As the man continued to cradle you in his arms like the most vulnerable of creatures, you were suddenly struck by how glaringly obvious things should’ve been from the beginning. 

Because your Yandere’s obsession had not come with claws and a row of sharp teeth. No, it came instead with a suit of deception to hug its frame, the bait of acceptance, and the promise of a reliable ear to comfortably listen. It arrived with whispers that assured you that you were not alone, that it was not you who was flawed, but the world for not welcoming you. 

It dangled everything your little heart desired, so by the time you were reaching out, you were simply too distracted to notice the dangers of the abyss you were throwing yourself at.

Luckily for you, Shouto had made such a void his home. And for however long it took you to consider the darkness as your own, his was a kind of hospitality that no amount of your struggles could ever hope to wear down. 

And if the worst came to pass, if you kept stubbornly refusing and fighting despite your odds? Well…

   He could always brew you another cup of tea.

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Well, I can finally rest now 💀

This monster of a one-shot took me a lot longer than expected, so I ended up being a lil later to the collab that I would’ve liked. Either way, I’d really appreciate hearing any feedback or opinions on either the fic or art (or both?)... I swear that’s what keeps me motivated ;___; 

So fr, thanks to everyone who takes the time to let me know your takes! y’all are the bests of the best 🖤 And speaking of bests of best, special thanks and gratitude to the actual angels who helped and gave me feedback for both the art and/or fic @reinawritesbnha , @drxwsyni​, @wootato, @snappysnapo and @coyambition. Don’t catch me seeing y’all drop your crowns bc it’s on sight  😠 👑

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[moonlightjeno]

college!jeno

a/n : it has been a long ass time. but hey i’m back if anyone cared lol. enjoy this bullet point scenario about this precious boy. also peep his blue hair, we young was his bitch. 

genre : fluff 

pairing : jeno x reader

request : open !!

word count : 1.07 k

oml okay im rlly excited for this but if its ok i might just do jeno as a high school au bc bb boy is 18

warning this is all over the place and v long have fun

k so jeno just moved to this new high school called zuhos uni, but i mean boy is takin the highschool courses that are specialized in science bc hes a geek

a v cute one but ya know

so hes bew and hes transfered like one quarter through the year,,

bc jeno is a v shy shy boy he doesnt have many friends the first week until he joins the music club every friday after school

there he makes friends woo, shy bb opens up to haechan, jaemin and renjun even if renjun isn’t really part od the music club and more of the art club

oof details

k so this bb is rlly rlly bloody smart and hes rlly good at biology and physics but he struggles at chemistry

hes like wtf,, this doesnt make any sense one lement another makes a new one withh a different number ?? heLP

its comPLICATED

thats is until he finally asked for help

he has seen you around school, always next to your locker, head in the books, but he hd seen you around music club

you tended to stay by yourself, strumming your guitar and always writing this in your notebook

but he also knew that you were rlly good at chemistry

he didnt ask you for help perse

more like jeno asked his best friend jaemin who was one a close friend of one of your friends and who he also had a crush on to ask you if you fould help jeno

protect this bb he’s shy

you where like “huh? me? jeno wants my help? pretty boy?”

your friend was like “omg yes noe go talk to him and tell him youll help. k? k.”

so you go “talk” *cough* hyuck sets you tf up *cough* and you guys meet at the library??

at least you thought so?? but he didnt get the memo so he showed up like 30 mins lates so it wasnt that bad but like bruh??

so u were a lil annoyed bc boy asked for your help and showed up late, and jeno was a nervous mess when he finally arrived and kept apologizing seeing you with a frown

he kept saying how sorry he was and that he would make to you,, poor bb

and seeing him be a shy and nervous mess made you forget so obviously it was easy to forgive and you guys tried to start your study session

hmmm “tried” is the key word

bc everytime you guys would start their would be noises and other ppl talking so yall gave up and jeno was like “oh we could go over to my place bc my parents r out and it should be quite?? i- ii could h-hhelp youu wwith ph-ysics??,, if you want??”

akdhaj precious shy bundle nervouse mess

ofcourse you said yesss bc physics is like wtf is this ?? no one understands and i neED HELP

and you liked jeno like had a major crush on him and yku needed to help the poor boy out with chem chem

k. so yall walk home and you get to know each other and jeno starts to fall harder for you bc your so cute, the way you keep tucking your hair behind your ear

and biting your lip when your nervouse and just silent

he found it rlly cute aight

so yall finally arrived to his home, and hes a bit messy but thank GOD HIS MOM MADE HIM clean up the day before

wooo

so yall go through w your study session that lasts like an hour and a half and jenos like dam you make everything make sense

poor boy didn’t actually say that but he thought it and how you looked really pretty

but thats another time

and he explains physics to u and your like oh gotchu gravity makes sm more bloody sense

so after studying you guys go get ice cream bc he had to “make it up to you”

when he offered to lay you where a blushing red mess bc you rlly like him and ut feels like a date but he could never like u back

hes so smart and talented

but jeno just kept thinking your looked adorable with your blush and whenever you spoke to him about chemistry and biology your eyes would light up

yoy noticed though that jeno would smile *that eye smile that cures cancer* whenver he spoke and talketed about music and his friends

and it got late real quick so yall had to say hoodbye but you were rlly sad

bc he got you and you got him ??

perfect chemistry ,, mi dudes

k so like right before you left hes like “umm umm so you— want to like,, meet again??” silence “like as a date ?? — i mean if u dont want to its all— good”

and you were just like dumbfounded??

like what?? he lee jeno the most adorable smartest talented perfect boy in school just aksed you out??

you kinda justs tood there and then slowy noded

and he gave you that eye smile,, precious boy was so happy omg omg omg

so yall meet again and again and again for study sessions and a couple of dates

jamein and your friend had been a couple for a couple of weeks and hyuck just wanted jeno to shut up about you

bc bb boy was falling in love

so in one of your study sessions it was late and you guys had order dominos and were just hangin on the couch when he kept lookin over and just kissed you

boy was scared but you kissed him back bc akgshags

best day

when you broke the kiss you bith had the biggest goofiest smiles on your face ,, like how did i end up with this beautiful person right in front of me

he gave you a lil kiss in the forhead that melted your heart and you bith smiles like idiots

the end ,, jk i just have no idea how to end this

ajdha and yall just cuddled it was great

a bish is really bloody soft for jeno

i hope y’all enjoyed this mess lol. peace. 

#jeno #jeno imagines #jeno imagine #jeno scenerio #lee jeno #fanfic #jeno scenarios #NCT 127 #nct scenarios #nct dream #nct dream scenarios #nct jeno #nct dream jeno #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #nct dream scenerios #jaemin #renjun #college au #Luna Writes

[askfallenroyalty]

Ok. it’s time to talk about Asgore

in my repost (which, admittedly i wrote when upset from irl personal things going on, but that’s beside the point) i said i wasn’t up for discussing discourse and how i figured nobody would respect my boundaries and i was right. Again, besides the point cause now I want to talk about it to put this to rest.

1) The word use of Pathetic. ok so i called the situation pathetic and i’ve had some askers say i’m using the wrong word but

i’m not. Google is your friend. I meant he was pitied by the 6 revived souls.

Asgore, if you actually read my blog, looks like this:

He’s aged! He’s an old grandpa in both spirit and body! When Asriel got his body and soul back, because they’re boss monsters the parents aged along with their child! He looks like he’s 80.

The kids seeing this sad old man repenting and doing everything he can to fix what he’s done is sad. It’s a pathetic sight.

2)But we don’t know if Asgore killed the kids!/Let Asgore still have kids!

The kids never made it “past asgore” for context. The tweet is vague and I prefer to use canon from the actual games than tweets which toby has said aren’t canon. Like, tweets are nice for fanon speculation but it doesn’t hold as much ground for me. Like. Why is this even argument it doesn’t matter because

Asgore still declared war. He is still a murderer no matter how you spin it. He declared whatever humans fall underground are to be murdered. If he did not say this, it would be illegal and preposterous to attack and kill a human. Asgore is indirectly or directly responsible for the kid’s deaths. Nothing changes this.

The 6 souls are aware they’ve been murdered and brought back, and they are aware it’s Asgore’s fault. Why the hell would they want to live or be friends with their murderer?

3)BUT ALL monsters tried to kill frisk!

SO? Look, a lot of monsters aren’t even aware frisk is human and aren’t trying to kill frisk. And the one’s that do -yes it’s on them for carrying out orders but it’s still ASGORE’S FAULT TOO! He can still be responsible for declaring war. For god’s sake. Stop romanticizing this. It’s not funny or quirky that monsters tried to/ have killed frisk.

4) You’re abliest for condemning Asgore when he’s suicidal.

A literal galaxy brain take right there. I’m literally a suicidal person. I struggle with suicidal thoughts at least once a day. I have sympathy for Asgore, I’ve cried over the neutral endings. I LIKE him even while condemning him for being a bad leader and for fucking up! I like that he’s driven the plot to exist and for UT’s story to hold such a punch to me. I love this game! And! He’s a video game character who I like because he’s complicated! It’s not hard to look into my artwork or the blog itself to figure out my stance on Asgore and mental health.

IN CLOSING:

So I called Asgore Pathetic and people took it to mean this definition.

You know what actually is that definition of Pathetic? Harassing a stranger, coming at to them when they asked not to make discourse on a video game character. Sending in multi-parted asks with hostility and bad faith.

No you do not have to like asgore, no you’re not bad for liking asgore, its fine if you think he should still be able to have kids (he’s still Asriel’s parent in this au!) you’re allowed to feel and think anything you want. I don’t care. Don’t bother me when I ask not to be just so you can get your opinion thrown at me. I’m not your friend and I don’t care what you think.

Never bother me like this again 🤡  I’m fine w/ discussing this further but let’s not be petty or mean, thanks.

#am i still mad? yes. you should of seen the bs asks i got. #not art #ooc #tbd #DO NOT REBLOG #please and thank you. #long post #child murder for black list #i can't believe i need to add this next tag #undertale discourse #suicide mention

[walkineternity]

Day 3: Delirium

(The Umbrella Academy x Sandman)

Klaus knew he was in trouble.

He had overdosed again. He tried to stay clean, for Ben and Vanya, for his other siblings, and for Dave. He so very much wanted to see Dave.

 But. He tried, okay. Tried so very fucking hard, and everyone was so focussed on Vanya that his efforts weren’t exactly…supported. Ben, of course, knew. And Klaus was grateful to have him. And he didn’t really blame everyone for not paying attention to him. They never really did that in the first place, unless he was causing trouble. And this time, it was because Vanya had nearly ended the world and he got that. He really did. He was trying to be there for them.

 But. He was an addict, okay. He can admit that. And…it was so hard to stay clean. He was so fucking high right now. He was so fucking sick right now. And Ben was yelling at him again.

 “Fuck! I can’t do this again, Klaus! You were doing so well! Fuck! I can’t even pick up the phone to call the ambulance can I! No! You are going to die in this alleyway and then I’m going to have nobody to talk to and, and, and you can’t leave me alone! Please, Klaus, please! Shit, okay, I’m going to try and get help, okay? I’m going to try.”

 Klaus felt himself drift. Ben was still talking, but then suddenly everything was quiet. He didn’t really get how he could still hear Ben with all the drugs in his system, but the other spirits had quieted down. And now, finally, Ben was gone too. He was going to die alone. Like he fucking deserved. His eyes shut, closing over tears that never fell and let the fog take him…

 Next thing he knew there was something licking his face. Okay, still alive. Still dying. Probably. He opened his eyes.

 Well. Where was he? This wasn’t the alleyway anymore. Maybe he wasn’t dying and he was already dead. But this wasn’t heaven. This was…he wasn’t sure. There were explosions of colours and shapes twisting in and out of existence and he felt simultaneously the highest he’s ever been and stone cold sober. He felt like he was awake and dreaming at the same time.

 And in the midst of all this madness, there was a rather ordinary looking dog, who was licking his face.

 “Well, hey there, boy. You wouldn’t happen to know the way back to reality now, would you?”

 He didn’t know what to expect at this point. And yet it still startled him when the dog stopped licking his face and spoke back. “Ah. You’re awake. Good. You don’t taste very good.”

 Klaus frowned. “Actually, I’m a snack. A delicious- wait. I’m…awake.” He sits up and looks around. Nothing was solid. There was no up and no down and he had no clue what he was sitting on because reality kept changing. Okay, he was definitely going crazy. “I don’t think I’m awake.”

 “Hm. Well. In a manner of speaking. And in another, you’re dead.”

 “Huh.”

 “You don’t sound surprised.”

 “Well, I’ve been dead before. And really, I was asking for it anyways.”

 The dog tilted its head, considering him, “I should be more specific. You’re only mostly dead, this time. This isn’t Death’s realm, but her sister’s.”

 “…mostly dead? What am I? The man in black now?” Klaus hadn’t seen the movie until his teens, when he was homeless and couch-surfing. Or rather bed-surfing. And old lover had the movie on VHS.

 “I don’t know what that means.” The dog huffed and then said, “I’m Barnabas, by the way. Not that you asked.”

 “Aw, what an adorable name!” Klaus tried to pet him, but Barnabas looked mildly offended and ducked his head away. He looked like he was about to say something snippy when a bunch of brightly coloured fish swam past his head. Klaus had been trying to ignore his surroundings for the sake of his own sanity, but this caught his attention.

 And then the…strangest voice followed after. “Ohhh, fishies! Come back here! …Hi, Barnabas!” He couldn’t really describe it. He could understand it, and for the most part it sounded like a young women’s voice, but something was distinctly…otherworldly. The voice sounded how this world looked. Chaotic, ever-changing, pitches and stresses in all the wrong places. It would have been called musical, if it wasn’t so discordant.

 And then a figure stepped out of the swirls of colours and then he realised that nothing was ever going to make sense in here. She was colourful herself. Rainbow hair cut in an odd style. Two different coloured eyes and the oddest combination of clothes.

 Though, honestly, he couldn’t say anything about his clothes. Currently, he was sporting the same outfit he wore in the real world and, frankly, wasn’t to off from this figure’s choice of clothes.

 Well, at least they had something in common. “Nice shoes,” he tries.

 The woman (girl? Young lady?) was talking to the dog and the fish, but turned to him at the sound of his voice. She drifted closer and peered down at him.

 “Well, hello there, traveler. You seem a little lost.”

 Klaus shrugged. She giggled. “Welllll, I suppose that’s, uh, that’s what you call life, now, isn’t it? Just a little bit lost and a lot bit lost! Go-ing on Forever!”

 Barnabas came a bit closer to her, to sit beside her, not quite touching, but close. Like he meant to offer her comfort. She absentmindedly scratched his ears, but still didn’t look away from Klaus. Oh, was he supposed to offer a reply?

“Well, I’m hoping that’s not the case. I’ve been trying, lately, you see, to settle down a bit. Stay clean and, y’know, be there for my family. Try to…have a home, a proper one.” His voice grew more unsure as he continued to speak.

 She was staring at him as he spoke, but not in his eyes. Just looking there briefly and then looking at his shirt and then his hair. Listening, but just couldn’t keep completely still. As she did, her nail polish changed colour and her ears changed shape and the rainbow in her hair shifted. This whole place was topsy-turvy. Strange how a talking dog named Barnabas was the sanest thing in here.

 She looked back up briefly into his eyes and then down at her feet. “It’s Nice to do things for fa-mi-ly. I have many Siblings too. I like to help them sometimes. You said I have nice shoes. Would you like to wear them? We can trade!”

 “Um.” Klaus wasn’t really sure what to say. “I don’t think our feet are the same size?”

 She frowned. “Oh, what does that matter? Its just for fuunnn. C’mon!” And she proceeded to take off her shoes. Which, were just as colourful as her hair. Rainbow boots that had really neat buckles shaped like the fish that swam around their heads.

 His were a solid black heel, stolen from Allison. They pinched his toes, not being the proper size, but they made his legs look gorgeous.

 Allison probably wasn’t going to be happy to learn her shoes were traded away, but then again, she probably wasn’t going to be happy with him either way. If he ever made it back, that is.

 He decided he should probably say all that out loud, and then he did, because they really weren’t his shoes, but the girl in front of him just sat down to better take of her shoes. “Oh, you’ll get out of Here eventu-ally. I like you, but you’re not mine to keep.” She finally managed to pull off both her boots. She was wearing mismatched socks, but those seemed to vanish. “And your family is just worried about you. If your sssister is mad, it’s only because she cares. You should ask them for help.”

 He shrugged and easily kicked off his own shoes, accidently kicking it too close to Barnabas. The dog just looked long-suffering.

 “They just think I’m useless and crazy. Well, maybe not Ben, but I’m not exactly doing my best there, y’know? He deserves to follow someone else around. Someone who won’t disappoint him again.”

 The girl hummed. “They say I’m crazzzzy too. But that’s alright. Mad-ness isn’t always a Bad thing….it helps when I know too much. Sometimes its nice to have a break from san-i-ty.” Here she started to slip on the heels and gestured at the boots, so Klaus grabbed one and put it on, stamping a little to get his heel in. Huh. Perfect fit. She continued, “And just because I’m mad, doesn’t mean my siblings don’t care about me. Doesn’t mean I don’t care about them. We aallll make mistakes, even Beings such as us, even little ones such as you, and we…oh, shoot, Barnabas! What’s the word? The- the Big one.”

 She glanced around as if the word she was looking for would suddenly appear. “You know. When the butterflies are iiiinn your body instead of outside them. Like stepping off the edge of a cliff, but knowing there is Someone to catch you, or for you to catch them.”

 Barnabas opened his mouth to say something, but she snapped her fingers (which made Klaus do a doubletake when the snap sound created visual shockwaves of colour, like they were in some sort of comic book), and then said, “Oh! Love! It’s lo-ve. We all love each other the same. They loved me when I was Delight, and they still love me as Delirium. I mean, look at Bar-na-bas!” She gestured with a heel in her hand. The dog sat a little straighter. “He was a gift to me from one of my bro-thers, to care and look afterrr me, and we’ve become such good friends! Destruction cares in his own way, and I know your siblings do too. You just got-ta….gotta ask, okay?”

 Barnabas smiled slightly. It looked a bit weird on a dog, but it seemed gentle. “I think we are the very best friends, my dear Delirium.”

 She put the other heel on and bounced up onto them, smiling at them both, at the world around them, at the tiny fish swimming above her head. The black of the heels swirled with spots of colour, but mostly stayed the same.

 Klaus finished doing up the buckles on both shoes and stood up too. He reached a hand up and the fish swam through his fingers and around his arm. The rainbow shoes felt warm and comfortable on his feet. He felt a bit giddy. He gave her a big grin and said, “Yeah. Okay. Sure. If I ever manage to get out of here, I’ll ask. Why not!”

 She gave him a grin in return. To match. Though hers stretched a little too far on her face. Still friendly, but not exactly a human smile. Her eyes changed colours too, but never the same colours at the same time. A fish swam in front of her face and this distracted her from him.

 “Well, how do I get out of here anyways? Not that I don’t mind your company, I should be getting back to the real world.”

 She looked back at him and seemed to startle a little bit. “Ohhhh, what were we talking about?”

 He blinked and looked at her and then looked at Barnabas, who said to her, in a reassuring manner, “It wasn’t important. Klaus was leaving soon anyways.”

 “Hm. My he-ad hurts. Was I talking Rightly again? That always Hurts.”

 “Yes, Delirium, but you don’t have to anymore. Why don’t we help Klaus go home and then play with the fish?”

 Klaus frowned at Barnabas in confusion. Delirium laughed joyfully and said, “Well, hell yeah! There’s only a few swimming around, buuuut I can make more!” She proceeded to spin around and do exactly that.

 Barnabas sidled closer to Klaus and said, “She does that, sometimes.”

 “What? Forgets?”

 “No. Remembers. The advice she gave you? How coherent she spoke? Does not happen often. You should take heed. The knowledge she has…is vast. So vast that it seems to…hurt her. Now, it’s time for you to go.” He didn’t say this roughly, but there was a sadness when he spoke.

 “Thanks,” Klaus said, heartfelt. “And thank her for me, too, even if she doesn’t remember.”

 Delirium wandered back over with a great many more fish swimming around, some bigger than others. Some so small he could barely see in the swirl of colours and shapes. “Oh yes! You!” She tapped him firmly on the forehead and said, “Say the magic words!”

 “Um, please-”

 “Wrong, so wrong. Try again.” And here she clicked her new heels three times.

 Klaus couldn’t help it. He laughed. He saw that movie too. And then he copied her action and said the “magic” words, “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no pla-”

 And then he was in an ambulance, the paramedic’s expression triumphant and relieved. Ben, hovering over him on the other side, looked similar.

 “Klaus, don’t ever do that to me again. You are so lucky there was this goth lady around. Apparently, you aren’t the only one that can speak to the dead. She was pretty Zen about the whole thing. Said it wasn’t your time and managed to find a nearby payphone. She didn’t even ask why I couldn’t call the ambulance myself!”

 Ben sounded a bit hysterical. The paramedic seemed to be chattering away as he checked Klaus’ vitals. Klaus felt himself tearing up. He could still feel the drugs in his system. “I’m so sorry, Ben. I can’t do this-”

 “C’mon, Klaus! I know you’re stronger- what about Dave-”

 “No, shit, Ben, just- I can’t do this alone, okay? I-I really need. I need help. I want to stay clean. Please. I just- please. I can’t do this alone.”

 The paramedic wasn’t paying attention to his babble, too focussed on actually keeping him alive, but Ben was listening intently. He tried to lay his hand on Klaus’ shoulder, but his hand passed through. Klaus shivered. Ben looked disappointed, but not surprised. He settled for leaning over, close to Klaus’ face, and said, “Never, Klaus. I’m here, okay. And the others…we’ll ask for help from them too. We’re all trying to be a family, right? And….and whatever you need.”

 Klaus felt tears in his eyes and with a rough voice he said, “Thank you, Ben. I always knew you were my favourite brother.”

 Ben rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged the corner of his lips. “Oh, please. I’ll remember that next time you say that to any of our other siblings.”

 “Why would Allison or Vanya be my favourite brother?”

 “Fuck off, you know what I meant.” Okay, definitely a smile now.

 And then Ben happened to glance at his feet. “Klaus, where the hell did you get those?”

 Klaus looked at his feet and saw that he wasn’t wearing Allison’s heels, but rainbow boots. Huh. So not a drug-induced dream.

 “Klaus?”

 “I’ve been thinking, Ben.”

 “Oh no. I didn’t know you could do that.” He gestured at the boots. “Are you not going to answer?”

 Klaus ignored him and stared at the boots. “I’ve been wondering if they might allow aquariums in rehab.”

 Ben stared at him a little. But he was also long used to Klaus saying weird stuff. “Well. If we manage to use some of dad’s fortune for rehab, they’ll allow us as many fish as we want. If…if that’s what you wanted the aquarium for.”

 It was…so fucking nice to hear Ben using “us” and “we” like that. He knew Ben was stuck with him, but it felt…. like he wasn’t alone. That Ben meant it. That he was going to have help this time, from the whole family. And if they used dear old dad’s money…well. That would be icing on the cake. Petty? Yes. Deserved, even beyond the grave? Hell yes. He’s glad that he didn’t have another visit from him. He doesn’t think he could stand anymore revelations or disappointment from him. He’d take a bizarre realm of multi-coloured girls and fish and talking dogs any day.

 Though, he really didn’t want to go back any time soon. Being mostly dead was exhausting.

 “Yeah, Ben, fish. Lots of colourful fish.” His voice sounded further away, like hearing himself through a long tunnel. Klaus could feel his eyes droop closed.

 Ben laughed softly. “Anything you need, Klaus. Have some nice dreams for me, will you?” Klaus’ eyes were closed, but for a flash, he thought he saw someone above him. He couldn’t see features, just a strange helmet and black robes. A pale hand sprinkled shining dust onto him. Onto his closed eyes. And then the figure was gone.

  And he swore, right before he drifted off to sleep, that he felt Ben’s hand on his shoulder. But then again, it could have just been his imagination.

#whumptober2019 #no. 3 #delirium #The Umbrella Academy #Sandman #Klaus #Ben #Delirium (Endless) #Barnabas #mentions of other Endless #tw drugs #(mentioned not described) #tw drug abuse #tw past trauma #(vague mentions not described) #my writing #fanfiction #no pairings #gen #spoilers for s1 tua #alt. ending for s1 tua: #averted apocalypse #no spoilers for sandman #knowledge of sandman not needed but good for context #delirium's speech in this is a little wonky bc in the comics she has her own unique way of speaking

[sansybones]

Deltarune Reaction!!!

I finished Deltarune!!! My reactions/initial thoughts are UNDER THE CUT :))

S P O I L E R S

L    O    N   G lol

So!!!! THIS WAS A SURPRISE haha I think this caught us all unprepared but it’s the kind of surprise that I’m thrilled to encounter. I have been having fun reading other people’s reactions and theories, but I wanted to record my own ideas before they get mixed in with the ideas of others. 

These are my INITIAL impressions and theories, I’m VERY open to changing my mind and probably will. I like to sit for a long time and think about things before forming conclusions :) I don’t intend to stick to any of it really rigidly. Hopefully you find it fun to read!

OVERALL: oh my GOODNESS I am SO impressed with this game?? First of all -- it’s a whole game??? Toby????? It’s like 5 hours that was just snap-released for FREE? With a MUCH more robust battle system and some REMARKABLE improvements (like running! character creator! party system!!!) I’m *so* impressed. It was fun and funny and I was engaged and loving every minute of it. 

I LOVE the new characters, which blows me away. I honestly didn’t think I had space in my heart to love new characters but... oh my goodness... I love all of them??? I ADORE Susie, Raslei was super cute and fun to play as, Lancer was hilarious, I love the new monsters and I love??? Roulxs??? hahaha I think Toby was REALLY SMART to focus this game on an (almost) entirely new cast.

Some specific ideas...

I don’t exactly know what to make of Darkners and their world. The whole cave experience felt un-real. I mean to say that it never really felt very real to me playing as Kris. It always felt a bit through-the-looking-glass... like this isn’t a real thing that is happening and I was never very scared that “I will die”. I don’t think that’s a bad thing, it’s just a thing I noticed that I’ve been thinking about a lot. My impression of the experience was that it was something Asriel conjured. Like he wanted to take Kris through this DnD-like experience because he... missed them? Needed to teach them something?? That’s very unclear to me right now. I want to believe that Lancer and the Darkner crew are “real”. But in a meta-context... they’ll never be more or less “real” than Asriel or Sans and maybe that’s the point.

ASRIEL was SUCH a mindblowing twist!! I’m so excited that FINALLY Asriel gets the narrative exploration he deserves :)) But what is he doing here??  Is the Darkner world... college....? hahaha

Susie’s comments on use of force really struck me. I don’t necessarily agree with them, but it’s something that I have been thinking a lot about and will need to think a whole lot more about. I think that discussion was a “gap” in the framework of Undertale and it’ll be interesting to see how it’s explored. (That being said I think Undertale is complete in its thesis, it’s just an element that left me wondering after that game.)

“Your choices don’t matter” was a pretty strong message in the early part of the game, but it’s one that I don’t think actually proves out throughout the game itself. There is already evidence of multiple endings (@withtheworms and I got slightly different endings, even though early evidence seems to point to the fact that a no-mercy run isn’t possible.) The Amalgamates in the graveyard and the existence(?) of Happsta -- due to Alphys never becoming royal scientist -- is a pretty strong signal to the contrary. It’s almost like “It’s a Wonderful Life” in its sentiment.

Seeing UT Characters in the overworld made me SO SAD. Asgore... you’re a mess... The soul-coloured flowers REALLY freaked me out. Echoes of the other world... you see a flower portrait in Asriel’s bedroom too. But, I’m happy because it fits with my idea of ToriGori ;) I was bummed out that Undyne and Alphys aren’t together and Bratti and Catty are enemies :(( I think the person in the curved house is Hapstablook (!!!) AND SANS??? W-...WHY DO YOU HAVE GRILLBY’S??? WHAT HAPPENED TO GRILLBY!? W-... WHAT??? (I will dedicate a LOT of thought to wtf is up with Sans in this hahaha)

Toby has confirmed that this is an AU and I consider that settled, but just because it’s an AU doesn’t mean it’s not a *connected* AU, and I’m really interested in exactly HOW it’s connected to Undertale. The big reason I think it must be a connected AU is ... well “why use UT chars at all, otherwise”? 

There’s so much space to make a “spiritual sequel” or a completely different game. If Toby really wanted a fresh start, he wouldn’t have kept so much from UT. 

This isn’t a “shared universe” kind of AU, because the existing characters/history is very different. The UT characters seem like much more than just cameos.  

This doesn’t seem to be a “Tenchi Muyo” style AU where they just use the same cast of characters and put them in a different context. The context isn’t that different! The characters do seem to be very deeply affected by some material change in the timeline.

This obviously isn’t a “reboot” type of AU like the Star Trek movies... the same story with some slight changes/updates. (Thank goodness for that)

I think it’s a “split timeline” AU. The rules of the world are similar, but some significant change in the timeline altered the course of history and the people within it.  

As for that change... did the monster war never happen? Did Kris fall instead of Chara? We’ll need to hunt for the evidence and think about that one.

That all being said, I LOVE that it’s an AU... that ties in very well with how fandom has chosen to interpret the game and expand on its universe.

Plus... A lot of our UT fanon (including Gasters) lives on ;;)))

I think, ultimately, Deltarune is exploring a similar “self-aware NPC in a game” idea that Undertale was exploring. I’m so excited to see more of it.

The ENDING - was CREEPY. I didn’t realize on my playthrough that you could MOVE the soul in the cage, which has some specific implications imo. The ending had me thinking a lot more about the very beginning (with the “character creator”.) Who is running THAT part of the game? How does that connect to DeltaRune? To Undertale? If it’s an “experiment”, what is the experiment trying to determine? 

In closing... I LOVED it. I can’t wait to think more about it and play with these new ideas. I hope Toby doesn’t stress out too much /:) I know he’s literally never going to read this but I still want to send positive vibes his way. Toby!! Don’t worry so much!! We love you!! I trust and believe in his ability to hire managers, programmers and artists to build the thing that speaks his vision as clearly as he desires. Follow your dreams, Toby, we support you!! Take as long as it takes just don’t get hurt <3 <3 <3

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #deltarunespoilers

[despair-ninja-everything-agency]

KakeraTale: an UT AUs X Umineko crossover AU

*Slams door opens* Guess who's dipping her ass to the UnderTale fandom again??? :D

Anyway, it ain't be me of there's no crossover involved in here so let us get to the point of this post, shall we? >w>

So I was browsing the UnderTale AUs until I found Ink and Error (the latter is rediscovered cuz I liked ErrorTale when I was in High School). After I look further on them, I was like "How are you two not Witches yet?!" (The Umineko kind, mind you. I have not enough creativity to create the Madoka Magica kind). Then I remember there is Umineko crossover but it's only, like, one pic and it's Asriel, Chara, and Gaster. So I decide to make one exclusive to the sanses AUs.

Now behold this new UnderTale (Underverse? Cuz it involves the UT AUs?) X Umineko crossover AU: KakeraTale!

I was gonna call it UmiTale but it's focused more on the Kakera/Fragment concept - which is also present in Higurashi - rather than Umineko's general storyline although a lot of concepts here (Witches, Furniture, etc.) are mostly taken from Umineko.

Now let's us delve into what this AU is about

Characters

Lord Ink, Witch of Creations and Compilations: Ink is a kind of Witch who creates stories. His rank is that of a Creator Witch. Instead of drawing though, he creates them through writing its storyline like one would write a book. His paintbrush is replaced with a quill pen. He mostly compiles other people's stories in books, hence the 'Compilation' part in his title although there are large portions of it are his own creation. Some of his books - stories created by his own or compilated from other people's - are picked by the Great Lady Featherine Augustus Aurora, a fellow Creator Witch, and stored within the City of Books. Due to him mostly compiling instead of creating on his own, his position is a tad lower than Featherine's.

Lord Error, Witch of Erasure: Error would be a Voyager Witch, the kind who wanders from one Kakera to the other within the Sea of Fragments. While he's not aa malevolent as his original counterpart, this particular version of Error has a job on what he called as "cleaning game boards". He would either tamper or straight up destroy a game board (and sometimes Kakera) he deems unworthy or abandoned. Though he mostly respects active Game Masters in leaving their properties alone, that doesn't stop him from messing around with their game boards. One particular hobby of him is "collecting game pieces", in which he would steal someone's game piece and keeps it as his own, usually forcing the original owner to recreate said piece again for their own. His current collection of game pieces are all consisted of Sans pieces, as it seems to be his favorites. He retains his blue string ability.

Blueberry, the Witch of Erasure's Furniture: Originally from the UnderSwap game board, this version of UnderSwap Sans is taken by Lord Error from one particular Genocide Run Kakera rather than straight from its primary game board. At first treated as another game piece by the Witch of Erasure, his resilience in befriending and understanding him earned him a close position to the Witch and thus becoming his Furniture. Prior to this, however, lend him a terrible situation where he endlessly float in the Sea of Fragments in an "And I Must Scream" kind of situation before being rescued.

Lord Geno, Witch of Hopelessness: Domain Witch, Game Master, and owner of the AfterTale game board. Originally a normal Sans, he raised to the realm of Witches after discovering the concept of SAVE and RESET through overuse of determination. In an attempt to amend what happens to his past, he challenges the Witch Chara in hope on defeating them. However, despite being a Game Master, he's always beaten by Chara thus starting an endless loop of trying and failing to defeat them. Growing desperate, he resolves in coercing his own game piece to win the game for him. When this is proven futile, he almost consider to abandon his own game, putting the game into a halt.

Sans the Game Piece: A game piece within the AfterTale game board. This particular game piece managed to retain memories of the previous game session within his own world. At first reluctant on winning the game for his Game Master due to what he deemed as selfish reason, he finally willing to help him after witnessing what cruel moves the opponent have under their sleeves.

Storywise

While I'm not planning to make an all out story for this particular AU (considering I have to maintain and memorize the storylines of bajillion other AUs I have), I envision it having at least two arc, Error-Blueberry arc and AfterTale arc.

The E-B arc would focus on how Lord Error 'steal' Blueberry and the latter's tale in raising from just a mere stolen game piece to the Witch's close friend and Furniture as well as Error's rivalry with Ink. Error and Ink's backstory would also be explained in this arc.

The AT arc starts with how Geno becomes a Witch. It later focuses on the struggle in his own game board against his opponent Chara with the help of the now 'slightly more than just a game piece' Sans. Gaster may or may not involved in this particular game board.

Info on Relationships

Error & Ink: I would describe their relationship similar to Bernkastel and Lambdadelta, with Error being the more cynical Bern and Ink being the energetic Lambda. Despite their severe rivalry, they may or may not actually love each others.

Error & Blueberry: At first their relation is strained as Error only sees Blueberry as an object rather than a person, being a game piece he is. However, Blueberry wants to understand Error and stubbornly tries to approaches him despite the other stolen game pieces' warnings. His stubbornness gets into Error's nerve, culminating in an argument that leads Blueberry trapped in the Sea of Fragment, doomed to float endlessly in there unable to move. Error later misses the poor sod, though, and manages to rescue him despite the difficulty. He later decides to keep him close and makes him his Furniture, lower than Witches but slightly better than game pieces. Their friendship improves after that.

Ink & Featherine: Both are fellow Creator Witches. Ink often approaches Featherine to talk about his books. If a book of his is seen as sufficient, Featherine would put it in the City of Books among other books.

Error & Bernkastel: Both hold an antagonistic contempt against each other. As the result, Error would usually be agitated and prone of outbursts around her.

Error & Lambdadelta: While still sees her warily, Error remarks that at least she's better than Bern in some aspect and, as the result, the worst treatment he ever give to her is just avoidence.

Geno & Sans: Sans is Geno's game piece and thus usually moves according to his Game Master's whim. However, meeting the Witch directly leaves him in a bad taste and starts deviating from his master's action. Geno views him as nothing more than an object, a mere game piece. When the opponent's moves starts to becoming brutal and unpredictable, Sans finally agree to cooperate with Geno despite still retaining freedom in his every steps.

Geno & Chara: Both sworn enemy from the moment Geno became a Witch. The hatred from all suffering Chara inflicted to him leads him to challenge them in his own turf, hoping to win against them. One could say Chara feeds of Geno's suffering during their game sessions.

Geno & Ink: Early game sessions of Geno's board were sponsored by Ink before the latter revoked it. This left Geno desperate to find a new one as the game board couldn't continue with no sponsor to oversee it.

Geno & Error: Error was the first to encounter the recently witched Geno.

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lazyscouts replied to your post “Also I forgot to say this in my MANY tangents before but Lancer is...”

PLEEEASE TELL US ABOUT WRESTLETALE

GHJGHKG THANK YOU ITS JUST A LOT a lot of people keep saying they dont know anything about wrestling whenever I talk about wrestletale so to give a basic rundown that wrestletale is going off of: pro wrestling is an entertainment sport that mixes athletics with theatrical performance, but technically for wrestletale this is like, the story being presentated as real ( known as kayfabe in wrestling!) and it really just is fucking. monster wrestling basically

there’s also three types of wrestlers typically: there’s Faces, the protags/’’good guys’’ ( like kris, frisk, etc) which are the designated as good guys in the ring, who are cheered on by the audience and are basically the wrestlers meant to be rooted for! So those are basically the

Then there’s the heels, typically characters like Susie and Lancer --- they’re the villains/’’bad guys’’ that typically play dirty and are there to be booed and looked down on, characters that fuel the audience to cheer for the protagonist! They play dirty, break rules, intentionally act grotesque or unamnored ( remember in MTT’s fight when you can do a ‘’Heel turn’’ and Frisk scoffs at the audience? and the audience awaits Frisk’s demise? that’s basically the sum of what a Heel does! Intetionally makes themselves an enemy of the audience).

HOWEVER Heels/Faces dont need to automatically mean good/bad, but are just general descriptions for wrestlers as wrestling involves storylines, rivalries, etc --- cause technically speaking, all the monsters in UT can be read as Heels as they’re ‘’enemies’’, but characters like Undyne specifically exhibit traits of a Face as she’s beloved by the audience, so for the script on a Frisk vs Undyne fight Frisk would be the heel and Undyne would be the Face as everybody is rooting for Frisk’s demise ( and its flipped in MTT’s fight --- MTT sees himself as a Face but he does a heel turn on Alphys, and Frisk is the one getting the audience going, so MTT would be a heel-turn and Frisk would be the face).

For the actual fucking.... au I got off track ghhg, it really is basically just undertale but if it was a wrestling angle (fictional storyline), but presented kayfabe as a real thing ---- Monsters fighting any humans that come to them for their soul in hopes of being freed, except it’s WRESTLING, so something akin to wrestling for a Champions belt ( in wrestling you really can just have the idea that they can consume souls and gain power, so there really is no need to change much....).

though then it also twists some stuff around, like the characters at the beginning ( Toriel and Papyrus) being C-Show wrestlers, Undyne and Muffet ( + MTT classic?) being B show wrestlers,  and Alphys(/Mettaton) and Asgore being A-show wrestlers, so it’s stacked like the protags climbing up the ranks of rookie wrestling to top promotion wrestlers, with Asgore being the champion as he has gathered the most souls (six) and only needs one more to free them entirely.

Each character also has their own special title, entrance outfit, finishing move, etc --- like for instance, Chara and Asriel are a tag-team of “The Demon That Comes when Their Name is Called’’ and “The Fallen Prince’’, with their entrance outfits being something like that of a Delta Rune-emblazoned garb with flowers, and if they fuse together their nickname becomes GOD OF HYPERDEATH and their finishing move being the Reset --- this goes on w/ other characters, like, Undyne being ‘’The Undyne’’ and her finishing move being the Spear of Justice (probably something like an elbow drop lmao), and her entrance outfit being a full suit of armor a la Kenny Omega and his Kris Dreemurr Darkener world entrance cosplay

It really does just focus more on the characters rather than a story as the OG Undertale story fits PERFECTLY for wrestling, so it’s just more about altering the characters to fit a wrestling gimmick ( like Alphys being a genius wrestler who made a robot to wrestle in her place, aka MTT, but all MTT wants to do is entertain people.)

this got long so ill cut it off there but yeah thats wrestletale for u, it’s just the characters but they try giving a kid the People’s Elbow before getting their ass handed to them basically lmao

#lazyscouts #wrestletale #wrestling is good actually thank u for letting me tlak

[spirit-shroud]

001: Underteltarune 002: Niko x Pancakes 003: Tinsel

nines i love u but ur really out here doing this to me huh? link to that one ask meme

On the Underrune Amalgamate: 

Favorite character: Asgore, Kris

Least Favorite character: Toriel (shes scary and reminds me too much of my real mom who is Not Nice ;~:) 

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): god i dont even like. know 5 ships. i dont really even partake in shipping anymore i just see cute fanart of two characters holding hands and im just like ‘hell yea’ 

Character I find most attractive: can i say asgore again without getting kinkshamed on main? because. ykno

Character I would marry: i think we already know the answer to this one (its asgore)

Character I would be best friends with: Papyrus, Napstablook, Noelle 

A random thought: i would die for toby fox

An unpopular opinion: i think the vast majority of sans-centric AUs are really weird? like. yeah sans is really cool. i think sans is really cool. i used to write primarily sans x reader fanfiction. i was a real skeleton fucker back in the day. but like. why dont we have wacky interdimensional AUs of like. anyone else. but at the same time the fanon version of Sans, as a standalone, collective OC we made, is really cool i think considering the real canon version is so.....underwhelming.also ralsei is 100% going to turn out evil or manipulative or otherwise a bad guy. i feel in my bones that that fluffy boy isn’t the friend we think he is. i will gladly engage in rampant discourse over this and i would love to read some other opinions on it. please @ me. 

My canon OTP: it warms my heart to know alphyne is canon in at least one place even if it isnt in dr

Non-canon OTP: ralsei x kris is the Good Shit 

Most badass character: susie Big Good and i’d let her forcibly remove my face

Pairing I am not a fan of: people are really out here shipping mettaton and gaster for some reason? i mean like the art of it is always amazing and what little i’ve read has been p nice. but like. what’s up with that. whack

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): honestly a lot of the characters, more specifically in UT rather than DR, feel incredibly flat. like once you start taking away your own projections onto the characters you realize that they really only have half a side to them at most and the rest is so vague and up for interpretation that there’s really no character there. except for like, papyrus, asgore, and flowey who are somewhat more dimensional. DR’s characters are about as whole as they’re going to be for the next 2-7 years and they feel much more like characters than, like, 9 projections in a trench coat 

Favourite friendship: all of them,,,, 

On Whatever The Fuck That Is: 

when or if I started shipping it: nines can you please do me a favour and inconvenience yourself in some way today? please like. forget your coffee in the microwave. fail to reheat something properly. lose under 100 words of a paper or a small layer of an art project. just. something. it is your atonement for making me read the words ‘niko x pancakes’ with my own two eyes in my own home 

On Tinsel (does it count if it’s my own oc? i dont think so. however, i’m such a ho for talking about my own characters i’ll do it anyway): 

How I feel about this character: son boy... a real idiot dumb teenager who i will protect with my life. and if anything happens to him that is out of my hands i’ll cry over it probably 

All the people I ship romantically with this character: i ship them w kris but only because oc x canon is good. you can expect a multichapter fanfiction starring this eventually because i have no self control. 

My non-romantic OTP for this character: tinsel + maple (jenny’s oc!!) is very good. they’re the Dumb Idiot Gang and they’re currently trying to invade the Mothia via wearing lots of feather boas and fake wings to disguise themselves as moths. 

My unpopular opinion about this character: can you have unpopular opinions about your own oc???

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: it’s still the beginning of the DR RP we’re doing so i don’t have much of a thought on this one yet. however i do hope someone makes an OC i can aggressively pair him off with for, ykno, reasons 

My OTP: the ultimate platonic fun gang consists of tinsel, maple, dorothy and luke so that’s what we’re going with

My OT3: nah 

[wooahaes]

layton anon again ^-^

pls don't feel to pressured about quick updates or anything and take your time with writing!! It's supposed to be a fun hobby to you and I don't mind waiting for updates at all ☺️

I totally understand the anxiety thing about taking the meds; seems like a good choice to do it when family is around :)

fjdhfjh shigure's voice actor was so good omg i agree 👀 omg i totally do the drafting too. ngl i have a bunch of small notes about which pairings i wanna go to and which classes they have to be to gain which skills etc. but all the re-classing is just a little exhausting gjfdhd i think i can count the games i've actually played through on one hand and the ones i've sorta abandoned... not so much

no matter what kinda fire emblem au it is, hoshi's love for tigers needs to have a place in it (makes me think a tiger shapeshifting class would be really cool for him too👀)

(totally a gree on the rally skills!!) also war cleric for joshua feels so perfect. like that's literally The class for him, after you said it I can't see anything else fdfhdjsh thief/trickster would also work so well for hannie!! maybe even assassin

I love cavalier vernon that's such a good fit! I think Dino would also have a pretty physical class, though maybe more offensive and less defensive...I think i'd like to see him wield an axe hfjdhf

For Seungkwan I think he might not be a close combat class. I can see him using magic, also things like silence staffs and so on...

As always I hope you have a good day!! <3 -layton anon

omg hi layton anon!! sorry for not responding sooner :( i hope u are doing well!!

i think, thankfully for me, i don't really feel pressured to write something just to get it out? if i have stuff posted, i'm happy to share it, but i like to feel content w my work when i post it. stuff like UtS will get finished in due time, and i don't intend on ever forcing myself to post a part if im not satisfied w it. they're big projects for a reason. i might feel bad that im not writing fast enough, but sometimes i just need to sit back and chill and then come back to writing with a fresh mind.

ive honestly been feeling better? only shit thing today was the fact i was sniffly as hell but ive got year-round allergies so its normal lol

ooo fun!! my drafting is usually just what pairings i want to do and i'll figure stuff out in the moment. some characters i always end up changing (like mozu in fates!! shes SO good as an archer imo). i feel that tho re-classing is such a pain but its worth it

oh big big big mood. rip to the video games i abandoned to replay other games lmao

yess <3 honestly shapeshifting tiger class for hoshi would be super fun >:3

shua just has the "im a healer, but..." vibes to him. i cannot help it. gentle man who can heal u but also ive seen his arms and he could kill.

axe wielding dino omg... im honestly thinkin maybe mercenary -> hero dino? im going off fates rn but sword/axe dino... clenches fist. yes.

troubadour kwannie is a thought? going off fates again but troubadour -> strategist kwannie was where i was going. give him a horse.

thank u layton anon ily <3 take care!!

#wooahaes.ask #layton anon

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im BACK to playing delta rune alright here we go

skldfjghsldjh the file load screen tho its so creepy

THE PUZZLE LORD IS SHOPKEEPER i love this game

SDKLJFGHSLK AND IMMEDIATELY WE ARE BACK TO SHENANIGANS

SURE LET’S /THROW RALSEI/ AT THE ENEMY

il ove this game. this is just one big shitpost

wh...why did he just leave

man you know he looks SO familiar and i cant place it

ohhhh

oh

oh.

the throne room and the long hallway...i Hurt

ohhh and this big king dude w/ the cape...bye

PUT LANCER THE FUCK DOWN???

IM CRYING LANCER IS GOOD AND BRAVE AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

“IM THE BAD GUY“ NICE ECHO GOOD JOB TOBY FOX

AND HE CAN’T BE REASONED WITH?? HE’S LIKE ASGORE EXCEPT MEANER

god this music is the BEST

THIS SPEAR ATTACK IS LIKE GASTER BLASTERS OH MY GOD

funny i got courage as my new ability when bravery is what i picked at the start...i wonder if it did matter after all

I DID IT

if he asks me to kill him im gonna lose my mind

OHHHH HE’S PLAYING ME ISNT HE

SUSIE ISNT PUTTING AWAY HER AXE GIRL KNOWS WHATS UP

............................or is he already dying. oh my god

FUCK NO HE WAS PLAYING US I FUCKING KNEW IT

“quiet people PISS ME OFF“ OKAY I LOVE THIS BOOKENDING THIS IS SUCH GOOD FUCKING STORYTELLING THATS EXACTLY WHAT SUSIE SAID AT THE BEGINNING

SJDFGHSDLFJK LANCER COMING IN WITH THE SAVE I LOVE HIM

wait so.......is that it? oh my god

i get to walk back and say bye to everyone :’)

aww, i can’t go back to the beginning...i can’t repair that key i found to free that thing in the basement fuck i’ll have to go back and do it

i guess?? i’ll leave??

WHAT

W H A T

W H A T !!!!

ASRIEL??????

ohhh my god

i’m DYING

dude dude the fountain is so pretty;_; like barrier pretty

the MUSIC is so good

WTF

THIS CLASSROOM HAS CARDS ALL OVER IT IS THIS A MASTER HAND PLOT TWIST

“let’s go back there tomorrow“ but what if you can’t? what if it really is like narnia??

omg my phone works toriel chewed me out for being gone all day ;_;

oh my god i get to EXPLORE THE SURFACE ARE WE SERIOUS

NEVER IN MY WILDEST DREAMS???

even just this little bit i’m ;_;

oh shit

this guy looks like a gaster follower

OH NO THE MUSIC UP HERE IS FROM THE ORIGINAL UT IM GONNA CRY

oh my god the library is peak humor

gerson, hots fireguy, FLAVOR TEXT

UNDYNE IS IN THIS TOWN

“IT’S JUST ASGORE’S KID” why is my name kris and not chara then. was kris charas name all along

wait what

“who’s alphys?“ WHAT IS THIS AU SHIT

i wonder who the mayor is

oh my god there’s a GRAVEYARD and GERSON IS IN IT??? NO!!!!!!!

AZZY NICKNAMNE IS CANON!!!! noelle’s dad says so!!!!!

oh my god BURGERPANTS IS EHRE it’s so nice to see these characters again even though it’s not the same really

oh my god

OYH MY GOD

GIRLFRIENDS!!!!!!

THEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck i’m so happy

very confused but very happy

actually im NOT happy

catti and bratty carent FRIENDS?

alphys and undyne dont KNOW each other?

what hell IS this?

OH MY GOD

I JUST CHOKED UP LMFAO

oh my god he looks so WEIRD without the crown

and his BEAR HUGS

what

the

fuck

is this how it feels to be matpat??? my theory brain is going into OVERDRIVE

omg wait so noelle has a CRUSH ON SUSIE fuck thats SO CUTE i love toby always including these wlw

UH I DONT LIKE THE NOISE THAT DOOR OUTSIDE OF TOWN MAKES

AAAAH THE HOME REMIX IM SLDFKJGHDJ

i guess?? that’s the end?? if i go to bed

OKAY

OKAY

I JUST WATCHED THE END AND WHAT THE H E L L

IVE NEVER BEEN SO SCARED IN MY LIFE WHAT THE FUCK????

TOBY?

OH MY GOD THE END CREDITS MUSIC THO

THIS GAME IS GONNA BE SO GOOD WHEN IT’S FINISHED

WHEN IS CHAPTER 2!!!! TOBY!!!!!!!!

YALL IM DYING

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