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stardustndreamsofsilver · 1 year

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Almost

Part Four

Jake x Reader (f)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, cussing

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Jake stood hands on his hips, as he surveyed the living room. The empty bottle and trash were gone. Floors swept and mopped. Everything tidied and in its place. His eyes fall on the couch and he notices a rogue fast food wrapper. Walking over, he grabs it and tosses it in the trash bag he has sitting beside the couch. Taking one last look around, he nods his head in approval of his work. Bending over, he picks up the trash bag and carries it outside. Lifting the lid to his dumpster, he lifts the trash bag and puts it in. Jake closes the lid and turns to go back inside. Going back into the living room, he grabs the broom and the rest of his cleaning supplies and goes to put them up.

Just as he finished, he feels his phone go off in his pocket. Taking it out, he taps the screen. His face immediately brightens and a smile slowly spreads across his face. It’s a text from you saying you were on your way over. The two of you had been texting constantly for over a month. The occasional phone call sprinkled in as well. You and Jake had also met up for lunch a few times, thoroughly enjoying beging together each time. Now you were on your way over to his house to hang out and have dinner. Typing a quick response, he locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket. Turning, he walks to the kitchen to start prepping for dinner.

A few minutes later, he hears the doorbell go off. Sitting down the knife he was using to cube the potatoes, he washes his hands. Taking the towel from his shoulder and he drys them off as he walks to the front door. Looking through the peephole, he sees it’s you and grins. Reaching for the door knob and turning it, he opens the door. As he opens it, you look up from the ground and smile as his face comes into view.

“Hey, you made it!” Jake grins.

“Did you think I’d get lost on a ten minute drive?” You tease.

Jake laughs and says, “Nah, I’m more shocked you actually came. Come on in.”

He opens the door wider and you walk in. “I wouldn’t have agreed to coming if I didn’t actually want to.” You say with a smile.

Jake’s smile grows wider and his cheeks flush slightly. “Well, I’m glad you wanted to come.”

You smile at him and tuck your hair behind your ear. Taking a look around the entryway, you notice how warm and inviting his home is. Something you didn’t necessarily expect. The walls are filled with an eclectic mix of vintage music posters, black and white film pictures of people you assume he’s close with, pictures of places he’d been and the occasional discreet pirate themed piece. As you admire a particular picture of somewhere in Europe, Jake grins, crosses his arms and leans against the wall. He watches your face as you take in and study each new picture or poster. He watches your brows lift in admiration or pull together in concentration. You suddenly become aware of him watching you and you glance over to him. Catching him staring, you quickly look away as your face warms and heart races.

Jake pushes off the wall and straightens up. “Can I take your purse for you?” He asks, extending his hand. You slip the purse off your shoulder and grab your phone before handing him your purse. He turns and puts it on a hook on the wall. Turning and facing you again, he asks, “So, would you like to see the rest of the house?”

You shake your head yes and follow him as he walks around you and into the next room. He sweeps his arm across the room and tells you this is the living room and motions for you to follow. You glance around the living room as you follow, taking note of the bookshelves filled to the brim lining one wall, the dark green velvet couch with a matching wingback chair sitting catty cornered from it and the small dining table tucked into the corner. Smiling, you turn to look forward and see the kitchen. The counter was already filled with the food Jake was preparing. Jake pulls out a stool and gestures for you to sit. You grin and take a seat as Jake walks around the counter and picks up the knife to continue where he’d left off.

You sit your elbows on the counter and rest your head in your hands as you watch him chop potatoes. “Whatcha makin’?”

“I’m making Japanese curry. Fuck– I didn’t even think to ask, do you like Japanese curry?” He asks, brows furrowed.

You chuckle and nod your head saying, “Love it!”

Jake breathes a sigh of relief and continues prepping the vegetables. “Good, good. So, read anything interesting lately?”

You take a deep breath and sit up straight. “Well, I did start reading a new book series, but I doubt it would be your thing.”

“Tell me about it.” Jake says as he turns to dump the vegetables in the pot.

“Okay.” You say with a grin. “It’s a fantasy series written by a French author. It’s called, ‘The Mirror Visitor series.’ It’s about a girl who is an archivist and...”

You continue to tell him all about it as he cooks. He nods and asks questions periodically. As he lifts the lid of the rice cooker, he comments, “Sounds pretty neat, I think I’d like to check it out.”

Your face lights up. “You can borrow my copy if you’d like.” You offer.

Jake glances over his shoulder as he dishes out the rice and curry, and grins. “I’d like that. Thanks.”

You smile back and say, “You’re welcome! That smells amazing by the way.”

Jake chuckles and turns with two bowls in his hands. “Well, I hope it tastes good. Here, follow me.” He says motioning with his head.

You get up from your seat and follow him through the living room and over to the dining table. Jake sits your bowl down on the table and pulls out your chair. After helping you scoot your chair closer to the table, he sits his bowl down on the opposite side. Turning to you, he asks what you’d like to drink, offering you various refreshments. You decide on just a glass of water and he turns to go back to the kitchen. As he’s in the kitchen, you get out your phone and take a quick picture of your dinner. Smiling to yourself, you look to see if the picture turned out before locking your phone and sitting it to the side. Jake walks out of the kitchen and back over to the table holding a glass of water, a bottle of beer and two spoons.

Placing your glass of water in front of you and you spoon beside your bowl, he walks around the table and takes a seat. He sits his beer and spoon down before clearing his throat. Taking his hair, he pushes it out of face and throws it in a low half bun.

Scooting his chair closer, he rests his arms on the table and looks at you. He lifts his hand and motions toward your food. “Well, dig in. Hope you like it.”

You smile and pick up your spoon. Taking a bite, you inhale sharply. Jake jerks his head up with a worried expression. “Are you okay? Do you want something else? If you don’t like it, you won’t hurt my feelings. Here, let me take that and make you something else.” He says as he stands and reaches for your bowl.

You shake your head and wrap your arms around your food. “Absolutely not! Jake, this is amazing!”

Jake pulls his hand back and laughs. “Jesus! I thought you hated it. I’m glad you like it.”

Shaking your head, you take another bite. Covering your mouth, you correct him, “Love it.”

Jake chuckles as he sits down again. “Well I’m glad you love it.”

You spend the rest of the meal eating and talking. Jake tells you about a book he’d read and you listen intently as he speaks. You could listen to him talk forever and never tire of his voice. When both your bowls were empty, Jake stands and grabs all the dirty dishes and goes to put them in the kitchen. While he’s in the kitchen, you stand and push your chair in before walking over to his book shelves.

Hands clasped behind your back, you browse the titles. Under the Black Flag, Bound For Glory, Life, and more were scattered amongst the shelves. Seeing a title that piques your interest, you take it off the shelf and flip through the pages.

Jake comes out of the kitchen and sees you standing with your back to him by the shelves and flipping through one of his books. He takes in the image before him. You look at home amongst the books. Your hair flowing down your back. The sleeves of your slightly oversized sweater pushed up. Your sweater tucked into your corduroy skirt. Your delicate gold necklace dangling before you absentmindedly reach up to slide the charm along the chain as you read an interesting page.

He smiles slightly as he walks over to you. Without even thinking about it, he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. You immediately tense up and freeze. Your face heats up and your heart beats loud and fast in your ears. But, it doesn’t take long for you to begin to relax into him. He feels your body relax and he smiles to himself. He wraps his arms tighter around you.

“How did you know that’s my favorite book?” He asks.

“Lucky guess.” You chuckle. Closing the book, you bring it close to your chest. “Could I borrow it?”

Jake smiles and loosens his arms and turns you to face him. “Of course.”

You gaze into his eyes and smile. “Thank you.”

Jake looks at you and smirks. “No problem.” He says before stepping closer and slides his hands onto your hips. “Is this okay?”

Your breath catches in your throat and all you can do is nod in reassurance. Jake’s eyes fall on your lips and his mouth falls open slightly. Closing it quickly, he blinks before swallowing thickly.

Looking down, he sees the book still clutched tightly to your chest. He reaches up and grabs it. He looks back up at your face and slowly takes it out of your hands. Putting it down on the shelf behind you, he brings his hand back around and places it on the side of your neck. His thumb strokes your cheek and his eyes search yours, making sure he’s not moving too fast and that this is still okay.

You take a shallow breath and lean forward. Placing your hands on his chest, you lean in to kiss him. But you hesitate, maybe he doesn’t actually want this. Jake sees you hesitate and worry cross your beautiful face. Wanting to take the worry away, he leans in. His lips meet yours, kissing you softly and slowly.

It's as if time stops and the two of you move slowly. Jake's other hand leaves your hip and cups the other side of your face. Your hands clench his shirt as he deepens the kiss. This kiss leaves you breathless and wanting more.

He breaks the kiss and pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours and breathing heavily. Letting go of your face, he brings his hands down to your hips. Clenching his jaw, he clears his throat. His fingers grip your hips and he gently pushes you against the bookcase.

His voice husky and breath shaky, he whispers, “I want to kiss you again.”

You pull him close until your lips are millimeters apart and say, “Then kiss me and don’t stop this time.”

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kattahj · 1 year

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The next half-dozen queer Thai shows I have watched! This time around, it's not just boys' love, but also girls' love and polyamory. Also, there's a lot more action-adventure this time around, with three plot-heavy, rather violent shows! Those are the ones I like best of the bunch, btw. :) And don't worry, they still have happy(-ish) endings!

Manner of Death

What's it about? City doctor moves back to a small town and immediately gets involved in a murder mystery. Also, the prime suspect is really hot.

Genre: Crime drama

Watch if you enjoy: Plot-heavy stories with twists upon twists upon twists. Seemingly nice towns being dens of corruption and vice. (Shit gets pretty dark!) Speedrun romance – no need to wait until the end for a kiss here!

Gayer version of: Somewhere inbetween Blue Velvet and L.A. Confidential

Recommended? Yes! Just make sure you can stomach onscreen murder and offscreen rape. Truth be told, I was a little iffy on it at first, but then it ate my brain, and now it's among my favourites.

Watched on: Dailymotion

Trailer: https://youtu.be/a4b-d_XyLV0

I Told Sunset About You

What's it about? Teh and Oh-Aew are childhood friends, but their love for acting causes some friction when they're competing first for the same part, and later for the same university position.

Genre: Coming of age

Watch if you enjoy: Low-stakes drama. Heavy focus on the central pairing and its romantic complications. Genuine, emotional acting (lots and lots of crying). Characters making foolish, selfish decisions that nevertheless make perfect sense for them to make. Very nuanced secondary love interests.

Gayer version of: My So-Called Life

Recommended? Yes, but I actually ended up NOT wanting these two to be together.

Watched on: Dailymotion

Trailer: https://youtu.be/KIylNdQuR-w

GAP the series

What's it about? Mon idolizes Lady Sam and is thrilled to start working at her company. Her dreams are soon crushed, though, when it turns out that Sam is a cold and demanding boss. The truth is that Sam is under pressure from her grandmother to uphold the royal image.

Genre: Melodrama

Watch if you enjoy: The grumpy one loving the sunshine one. Supportive girl gangs, including a butch lesbian hottie. Tentative attempts at a first relationship. Gossip mills in action.

More lesbian version of: Starts out as The Devil Wears Prada, quickly moves into Young Royals territory.

Recommended? Kind of? It's nice to see some lesbians for once, and the leads have good chemistry. I also really like Sam's catty girl gang. The story is a bit weak at times, and I wasn't always convinced that these two were right for each other. The humour isn't my style either. So it's a bit of a mixed bag, but definitely worth the effort if you want some girl loving!

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://youtu.be/f7Kso0QOaiE

Together With Me

What's it about? Best friends Korn and Knock have a drunken one night stand. Afterwards, they try to forget all about it. After all, Knock already has a girlfriend. Meanwhile, their friends have relationship troubles of their own.

Genre: comedy (mostly)

Watch if you enjoy: More MaxTul after Manner of Death (but in a vastly different genre). Lots of double entendres and also single entendres. Bitchy girlfriends and sassy girl friends. (Yiwha and Faii ftw!) An ensemble cast where everyone makes terrible decisions and no one has even heard of boundaries.

Gayer version of: Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Recommended? I would say it is highly entertaining trash. :) It takes a while to kick into gear (but no time at all before sex), but then becomes kind of addictive. Just be aware that every single person in this is some flavour of Problematic (tm).

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://youtu.be/lxX9UkhTCO0

Triage

What's it about? Young doctor Tin finds himself in a time loop. In order to make it stop, he has to save the life of a specific patient. His only help is an annoyingly cryptic angel.

Genre: supernatural mystery/medical drama

Watch if you enjoy: The same writer as Manner of Death. Plot-focused show. Lots of tense medical situations, and even tenser interpersonal situations. Social issues. Assholes learning to be less assholish (except the ones who are just irredeemable). Romance that is simultaneously slowburn and speedrun, and also folds in on itself.

Gayer version of: Russian Doll

Recommended? Yes! More for the plot than the romance, though. Also, if you're anything like me, you'll need tissues for episode 10. (Knowing things will turn out okay doesn't prevent the sad stuff from being sad!)

Watched on: Dailymotion (search for Triag3)

Trailer: https://youtu.be/QeXnXV3FStg

3 Will Be Free

What's it about? Male sex worker Neo has been sleeping with the wrong woman – namely, a mob boss's wife. Now he's running for his life, along with club hostess/pickpocket Miw, who has killed a hitman by sheer instinct, and the mob boss's son Shin, who... well, he just happens to like Neo better than his dad, is all.

Genre: Action/thriller

Watch if you enjoy: Canon OT3. Nuanced trans representation on the side. Chased by the mob. Very high death count. (Don't get attached to any guest characters!) Moral greyness all around, and some sympathy even for the bad guys.

More polyam version of: ...I can't currently think of a chased-by-the-mob film that isn't a comedy, and this is very much not a comedy.

Recommended? Yes! With a warning that all the cliffhangers makes it hard to stop watching, so you may just as well pause in the middle of episodes. (Sidenote: the YouTube comments are more annoying than usual.)

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://youtu.be/ct9fPlMJSDw

#manner of death #i told sunset about you #gap the series #gap #triage #triage the series #together with me #3 will be free #3wbf #katta's ql reviews

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kat-n-dog · 1 year

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ugh ugh

i started out as a trainer at a big-time facility w lots of other young people and it did a lot for me but ultimately the environment was Highly Toxic and too fast-paced for me and i had to leave. and for whatever reason that was enough for the other trainers there to decide that they want nothing to do with me and they have made a point to give the impression that they Don't Like Me even though i have done nothing but be overwhelmed by the expected output of working at that facility (and the weird neurotypical cattiness of the group that i was consistently confused by)

and that sucks on its own but also due to being in the same small community in the same area i am always seeing things they're doing. and due to them being a big hotshot facility that is now owned by a millionaire businessman, they are getting a Lot of really unique and cool education and mentorship opportunities that i do not have access to.

and it just gives me this twisting feeling in my stomach bc despite us all starting out together, and thinking we were friends, i was ousted from the group due to things i can't control. and that led to them making a point to impress upon me that they're better than me. and now they are getting to work with and learn from world names, so that means that very soon, if not now, they will be right.

#vent #why am i always behind.#i was for a while very good friends with the two head trainers there #but then a couple of months before i left they started icing me out and i have no idea why #i asked them directly and they acted like they didn't know what i was talking about #i don't know i think it's a combo of them being assholes and my Autism tm preventing me from seeing certain social things #that might be obvious to other people #so that was consistently making me feel bad and piled on top of the fact that they expected extremely high output #(each trainer was expected to log one hour of training with a minimum of five dogs each day + conduct two one hour lessons or classes #+ manage all client communications + be available to help other trainers)#and i had to leave.#and that group is super ''ride or die'' so i guess me leaving means im dead to them. i don't know.#and now they are learning directly from people that i read about while trying to self-teach.#yeah you win. i guess you probably feel pretty good about that.#mine #negativity tw

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cyberrat · 2 years

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64th Batch Of Fics: 2nd Fill

OC / OCs – Milky AU – Part 74 – medical kink; pseudo science – No time like the present to get some e-du-ca-tion!

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Danny is nodding along but Professor Williams isn’t sure whether he’s just moving for movements sake or has actually listened along, so he pauses, folding his hands in front of his lap. After a moment, he nods to himself.

“Ah, this might be a good teaching moment as well. I know – or at least I strongly hope so – that the issue of consent has been discussed exhaustively throughout your life and your movement through our educational system, but I will gladly reiterate it here: if there is a cause to doubt whether the other person has actively understood what is or will be happening to them, simply wait for an opportunity to make properly sure. Nothing easier than that, yes?”

The students murmur amongst themselves. The Professor decides to believe that they are discussing his words just now with gusto instead of talking about the catty cry of Mister Reyes just now as he arched his back and started to pump out a rather impressive load.

Professor Williams takes heed not to accidentally step on the splattered cum as he moves around the table. Once Mister Reyes has calmed himself down he clears his throat and asks: “Would you mind getting on all fours? I think it’s time…”

“F-For the show part. Yeah… yeah, I heard you alright,” Danny rasps. He is flushed and out of breath but very eager to move along. Williams has to offer him some assistance so he can twist around carefully, his huge belly hindering his freedom of movement. While his attention is on the calf and to make sure he is comfortable, the students’ murmuring becomes somewhat louder as they feel less scrutinized now. The air in the auditorium has become thicker even though they’ve previously opened as many windows as possible to keep the air circulation going.

It smells of arousal. Also nothing out of the ordinary – at least for the professor. The students will learn some restraint with time; there are things that they have to get exposed to again and again in order to learn. While they have all grown up in a society with cows and calfs, most of them have never really engaged with them in this way. Certainly not with one that is crashing hard and fast into a Fuck Hunger as far as Williams can tell.

Danny is already starting to drool, his puffy nipples pearling with milk. As soon as he is on all fours, he curls his tail to the side in invitation; waiting to get mounted.

“Excuse me,” he mutters, hectic with excitement as he hurries to grab the camera hanging on a highly flexible arm from the ceiling. He fumbles around for a moment as he both tries to turn on the large projection screen as well as position the camera properly which results in everything taking longer if he had just stopped and done one at a time but every once in a while he can’t help his own excitement, right?

It’s not every day one got the opportunity to show off such a beautiful prime specimen to the curious, eager minds of tomorrow’s health care providers. Finally, though, Mister Reyes’ behind is front and center on the large screen. The camera had been upgraded some time ago, showing everything down to the small hairs dusting his cheeks and the freckles visible on his skin.

Perfect. Funds used well for once.

“In just a minute I will ask you to form an orderly line, put on a pair of the latex gloves you find over there, and have a feel for yourself, but for now I would like you to simply witness this.”

He has put on a pair of gloves himself, the snapping of the latex loud against his wrist. It’s gone so very quiet again, he’s half sure he can hear a thick swallow or two.

The Professor has an eye on the large projection screen, having tho awkwardly shift to the side so he wouldn’t block the view with his body as he grabs the calf’s cheeks and carefully spreads them open with the air of someone holding a fruit right on the cusp between perfectly ripe and spoiled.

“Would you look at that.” His hushed voice of reverence is completely drowned by the low, drawn-out groan of the calf once the comparatively cool air of the auditorium hits his swollen, glistening hole. “This is the hole of a perfectly healthy calf most of the time. You will find that he is still secreting more than enough slick despite obviously not being able to conceive at the moment but that is nothing unusual at all. Many calfs and even some very adaptable cows have to manage life with a constant low level of arousal.”

He lightly touches two fingers to it, dragging them all around the rim, then showing his glistening fingertips to the camera and how a thick string of slick stretches between them once he rubs them together a little and spreads them apart.

“Well then. I will show you now what I would like you to try in a moment: Once you have put on the gloves, carefully insert two fingers of your dominant hand like so… you may hold on to the calf’s tail if they buck a bit too much but remember not to exert too much force to avoid inflicting pain. Do not… do not be alarmed by a big show of emotion like that, it seems… ah, it seems Mister Reyes is particularly sensitive today- Are you alright, Mister Reyes?”

He has trouble standing properly to the side to not block the camera while also keeping his fingers inside the hot, silky clutch of the calf’s body. Danny is groaning long and low; more a moo than anything else, really, as he thrusts his ass back, obviously trying to fuck himself.

“W-Whu? Yeah, yeah… yeah, f-fu- I mean… d-dang. Come on- more please-”

The professor nods, clearing his throat. “Very well uh… yes. You should insert your fingers like so. You may move them around a little, get a feeling for how a calf feels. You will find them very… uh… very slippery and with a notably high temperature. Once you have your bearings, feel around a bit harder against the wall of their intestines, you should eventually be able to find the- ah. There it is.”

Danny has thrown his head back, a wordless, slack-faced sound of pleasure bursting from him when Williams touches his prostate, rounding it in two firm swirls before pulling his fingers back out. “They will usually let you know once you found it. Okay, then…” he trails off a little once he turns back toward the students. He shouldn’t be surprised at their flushed faces and glassy-eyed stares but it always takes him by surprise how quickly the atmosphere in the room can change during this particular lesson. “Form a line. Take a pair of gloves. No rushing or pushing, please! Everybody will get a short turn. We do not want to make Mister Reyes wait longer then necessary, yes? He is carrying heavily, after all. Slowly! Slowly, no running!”

#cyberratting writes stuff #milky au #consensual #medical kink

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poppyseedoncaffeine · 1 year

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Agere i think

I am real new to the agere community, don't get me wrong, i have know about it for years and have been a firm supporter of it. Me regressing myself has only started happening around October and that was during a choir meet up for dinner, fun. I have never had a hard time with meeting up with peers of mine for dinner, ever. I honestly didn't even know what it was, I thought I would D I E if i was left alone, and the only time i spoke was to my friend and even then it was small words and grunts. I honestly had no problem at a dance a few months after, though I think dancing with people instead of having to talk to them was different. instead of just my choir class, my teacher thought it would be a grand Idea to put all five of us together, yes my school has five choirs we fancy bitches. anyway flash forward a few months l later and I find the holly bit of rubber and plastic: the Paci. I live with two siblings both under the age of two so binkies are not uncommon around the house. anyway this paci in particular was an abandoned one this meant that it was to small for both of my siblings ergo it must work for the 5'5 152 pound child. fun fact, it didn't, not to mention that my brain was doing the normal monologue about how i was doing this for attention and whatnot. fast forward a week later it breaks! one emotional meltdown later I go scrounging for a paci, and there in the diaper-catty was an unused, red, paci. it was love at first sight, bit of insight on me , I like to chew things, so when I tell you that I didn't chew on this ting you knew it was serious, but again these were made for children not 15 year old's. so another month goes by, I lose the paci , I cry, I find the paci ( it was on my bed btw), I do a quiet little dance, its all good! the problem arises when I pop that thing in my mouth, my mouth fills with air, there was a hole in my paci, I think "I probably wasn't sucking right!" so i flip the thing over in my mouth guess what! I got the same results. So in a fit of frustration, I bit down on the poor unassuming bit of plastic and rubber, and pulled with all my might. Coming as a surprise to absolutely no one the paci ripped. when I tell you that I ate a bit of it in frustration, it means that I ate a bit of rubber and had almost no regrets. so... I have recently regressed for the first time in a few weeks and It feels so much harder for everything to function with out it.

#agere #agere sad #agere new #agere positivity #agere happy

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fantasyrealmstraveler · 1 month

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I’ve got the weirdest dream ever and the only friend I could tell about it don’t have internet now so I’ll use this place instead.

I was Catti Brie, adopted by Bruenor Battlehammer and I was mourning Wulfgar (somehow not a thought for poor Drizzt who was left off the scenario) so this happened just after Legacy book. Well. I travelled far thanks to a portal to find my birth parents (because yes they were alive) who were in a world very similar to real world and ended at a place who was a commercial center mixed with school and hostel, was really weird. Found back the parents and I was preparing to make a rock concert with them. Someone also gave me red fishes in a small box and I was explaining how it was bad to them so i brought them to a large bassin where there was very big red fishes as they could develop normally. There was also long rests options and fast travel option like in a video game. At the end I was singing in the concert (not really well but I was doing my best), at least, after having making wait people for a whole day because I was busy doing parkour and getting lost in the buildings.

Basically i was Catti Brie ending in real world a rpg game system to find her parents.

#my weird brain

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moyuepina · 2 years

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Why is the wholesale jewelry most suitable for students?

Why is the wholesale jewelry most suitable for students

Audrey Hepburn: "It's the best place in the world where nothing bad can happen! What girl wouldn't be tempted by jewelry?"

Nowadays ornaments have become people's second clothes, you can tell a person's personality from the collocation of ornaments.

For large areas of clothing, people may not suddenly change, may be out of occupation or habit. But the small nature of the ornament itself can be changed at will.

Today Miss Li is wearing a pair of silver bracelets. Maybe today she is in a good mood and will take more care of herself.

Xiao Wang wore a strange ring, which shows that he likes freedom, but can't show it in his daily work. So these are some of the things that we can tell about people from their ornaments.

For the student Party, novelty, flamboyance and individuality are constantly displayed, which is the key. Because wearing the right clothes is only half of it. It's also about wearing the right jewelry. But some of the choices may be a little childish, then you can go to some big brand design. Styles that are already established and accepted can have unexpected effects.

But some big-brand jewelry is very expensive, ordinary students are not able to afford it.

In my opinion, students can actually go to some wholesale stores to buy some wholesale jewelry. Because compared with big-brand jewelry, wholesale jewelry is only lack of popularity, but some wholesale jewelry is completely able to meet a person's desire for jewelry.

There are several reasons for this:

Above ALL, UNQUESTIONABLE IS, ACT THE ROLE OF ARTICLE WHOLESALE HAS THE ADVANTAGE ON THE PRICE, WANT LOWER THAN THE HEADGEAR PRICE OF PROFESSIONAL BRAND SHOP.

Secondly, there are many wholesale jewelry styles, such as soft cute wind, French retro wind, Korean INS wind, literary and artistic fresh wind, all have.

Again, good wholesale jewelry quality is also guaranteed, because wholesale jewelry like a professional jewelry shop has a professional manufacturing factory.

The above is a simple introduction to wholesale accessories, do you understand? In a word, jewelry wholesale jewelry is also worth buying. If you also want to buy a high quality wholesale jewelry, you can come to this wholesale jewelry store, they have the highest quality jewelry I have seen so far.

This wholesale jewelry store is unlike any other.

This store is wide variety, low price, positioning in the low end. Other people's wholesale jewelry price is expensive, positioning in the high-end.

As far as I know, his family has many advantages, such as:

Product Advantages:

1. Rich product line, diversified product styles per kilogram, suitable for self-use or wholesale sales.

2. All products sold in jin are packaged independently, not in BulkJewelry on the market. Without independent packaging, all products are defective goods. It will not affect the customer's secondary sales or gifts.

3. The products are of good quality. The products sold by weight come from the jewelry factory, which packages and sells them at a low price for the quick return of cash, or some products of broken contracts. Therefore, products are not inferior products, each product has integrity.

4. Complete after-sales system.

5. The products sold by jin are sent in random styles. Every purchase is full of surprises. A buyer can even wish for her chosen product to be included in a catty package.

Service Advantages:

1. Take the user as the center and meet the needs of users as the principle to implement family-oriented services.

2. React quickly and act immediately. In a short time, with effective methods, to provide users with satisfactory service.

3, the use of the user to track, always return to the user, so that users feel the wind of the service around.

Distribution Advantages:

1. This shop is an industry at home and abroad, so I am familiar with overseas transportation.

2. Efficient delivery and fast delivery speed.

3. The packaging of goods is clean and true, which can protect the jewelry from damage.

Because of the high quality of all kinds of jewelry, my classmates and I bought a lot. This also greatly satisfies our daily collocation.

Therefore, in my personal opinion, this is a jewelry wholesale shop worth recommending, I would like to recommend this shop to you students, interested in friends can go to see!

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sukifoof · 2 years

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Your tags about Asriel in DT being a nice guy but also Kinda A Jerk got me thinking. Like. If he were a nice guy and beloved but also got bored of people and sick of them So Fast, especially when they only know the perfect amazing guy surface level.

Like, we know he's had romantic encounters with both Catty and Bratty, we know even Pizzapants considers him a close friend. I'm picturing him like, picking one person to be his datemate or best friend, being the sweetest and nicest guy to them, seeing what their likes and interests are... and slowly getting bored, distancing himself, finding someone more entertaining. He's never rude to them as he leaves, he's still polite and kind and wonderful, but surely now that he knows what they're like there's something better to be doing. (And maybe a part of him is a bit entertained by all the drama Bratty and Catty are starting up now)

After all, Flowey initially kinda acted like that. He says he gave everyone their best possible endings and talked to them until conversation topics were exhausted, he didn't start doing No Mercy runs until he got bored of being nice, until he'd 'read every book, [and] burned every book'

So perhaps Asriel's a little similar, in that there are only so many people in this small town, and college is Big and New and Exciting and Far Away-- something I think Toriel foreshadows in the first chapter. In that opening montage with driving through Hometown, Toriel briefly wonders if after the excitement of college, Asriel will really want to return home.

I do think he does care for people. Since he lacks the trauma of Flowey, I think he's a lot more open with his emotions, still feels guilt over things, and still feels like he can return emotions of love. We know he definitely could as a kid, even when it was just about video games. I like to imagine caring for Kris really is genuine, that like Chara, Kris is the one he feels understands him best. Because they live together and Kris sees how Asriel isn't perfect, he gets bored with people, he needs alone time or entertainment or sometimes he wants to discuss 'hey it'd be fucked up if this happened in this book instead of what really happened, that'd be interesting to see'. And since Kris knows those imperfect impulses, and perhaps sometimes explores them for him(like rambling about what they think would happen in such a situation), Asriel has more to explore and talk about with Kris, meaning he doesn't get bored of them...

I feel like Chara and Asriel in UT had a habit of mutually idolizing each other, with Asriel believing Chara was the only person who really understands him, his best friend, and Chara being harder to determine but they chose to painfully kill themself and entrust Asriel with seven souls and create a happy world FOR MONSTERS, rather than just take power for themself and destroy everything right off the bat. I think it would be fun if a similar mutual idolization is explored with Kris and Asriel, although with less. Suicide and murder. If like Asriel felt Kris was the only person who knew the real 'Asriel' while Kris thought Asriel was the best brother ever and deserved all his adoration, and how do they get to know him so well? Out of all the people who adore him in Hometown how are they his best friend?

...Yeah as it turns out I had A Great Many Thoughts hope you enjoyed my immense rambling.

AAA THANK YOU FOR THIS (and sorry for taking so long to answer i needed to gather my Asriel Thoughts) i think deltarune asriel is such an Interesting Guy. we know so little about him besides Really Good Guy Who Is Loved but then theres that. story where he was sobbing while confessing to his Video Games Sins Despite Sin Not Being A Thing In His Religion. would Love to know what That was about......

ok i ended up having many thoughts so i will put this under read more <3

based on ut asriel i wouldnt be surprised if dr asriel acted that way out of fear. i think the idea of charas thoughts on Being Above Consequences really comes into play here... flowey was so disconnected from receiving long term consequences that he was terrified of chara at the end of no mercy and didnt really. register it as fear at first. and thats not surprising, of Course he would have a hard time being afraid of anything at that point cuz hes so used to being in control and not having to care about anyone. but he Does care about chara and hes so scared of them hating him or leaving him or at the very worst killing him for good,,, and in both no mercy and true pacifist he has a hard time owning up to his actions until losing chara is a real possibility... like hes scared of permanence you know?? and i dont think its very different from when he was still alive either,, asriel just wanted to do what was best for everyone. on top of it there was the stress of being the prince which ive talked about a few times i think.....

but anyway considering how he first tried to help everyone as flowey and only started acting that way when he knew he could get away with it is pretty telling. especially with how he REALLY doesnt want toriel and asgore to know who he is based on "i dont want to break their hearts all over again"..... like hes just so scared of them not loving asriel anymore because they know that hes Actually A Bad Murder Flower. of course i could just be looking too far into it and maybe he Does really want to spare their feelings but,, idk. to me i feel like toriels feelings towards asgore and how she tells frisk to Be Good would really influence the way flowey thinks about things as toriel is obviously really important to him,,, he already sees himself as unforgivable and he probably cant imagine toriel forgiving him and he just. cant deal with that. especially if he thinks that we're done resetting and This Is It. he already struggles with thinking its his fault chara died and if his mom hated him for his actions as flowey he would probably be So upset.

so when it comes to deltarune asriel, i think it would be really interesting if hes such a nice and good guy cuz hes so scared of being unwanted, but also he has a hard time really truly caring for people. not in the exact same way flowey struggles to care for people (u know his whole If You're Nice To Anyone You Will Get Hurt), but like, in a way where he feels he cant be himself to them because hes trying to keep up his Perfect Guy Thing. flowey says that the only people he could truly be friends with or care about is someone Just Like Him. like you said with him getting bored and distancing himself, i wouldnt be surprised if he became "friends" with someone and after a bit decided it could never work out because he just doesnt Understand them and gets bored or because hes scared he'll mess something up and Never Be Forgiven Ever. in undertale forgiveness was kind of a Big Thing for asriel in particular,,, he needed to learn to forgive himself without someone else validating it.... I Think About This A Lot.

the idea of kris and asriel mutually idolizing each other like chara and asriel would also be really interesting.... kris looks up to asriel because hes. Well. You Know. but asriel would probably really look up to kris as well for just being themself. theyre able to Be Weird and they were comfortable enough to play pranks on people without feeling like they needed to...... Beg Forgiveness From A Priest?? he probably wants to be able to feel that kind of freedom. and given how ralsei says darkners are there to "assist lightners"... and everything going on with the concept of freedom................. idk i just Think About It............ i would elaborate but its 5:30 am and i Will start to ramble and just Say Things

i think i was going. Somewhere. with all of this but im kind of losing my train of thought and just going into Analysis Zone..... i had this whole paragraph analyzing the other deltarune kids but it went on for a little too long cuz i like to ramble BUT BASICALLY i think its really interesting that most characters in deltarune struggle with lack of control (which is why susie is very important but if i start talking about that i will Never Stop)....... i love undertale and deltarune very much everyone is so well written and i think about them all so much

as a side note i think whatever happened to dess is probably also a pretty big part of. whatevers going on with him. theres not really much to talk about here cuz we know so little about dess but i get the feeling shes gonna be Really Important and if i will cry so hard if its like another hero and mari thing i will be So Sad All The Time. omori my beloved very good game. but anyway it would be Very interesting if asriel being at college was also kind of an escape from whatever happened. like if he struggles to be there cuz everything stresses him out or something......... its Way too early to guess but it Is fun to think about :):) cannot wait for toby to release the Asriel Lore

to wrap this up yes i think it would be very great if asriel was secretly kind of a jerk or had many issues i think it would add a lot of depth to his character. here is a drawing i did of dr asriel doing the Shintaro Kisaragi Grin. imagining asriel being like shintaro is the funniest thing in the world to me

#i have more thoughts but. i really will never stop talking </3 #deltarune #undertale #asriel #asks #riel art #technically lol #another really interesting thing would be if asriel just struggled with empathy in general.....#theres not a lot of characters with empathy issues that arent portrayed as Evil Monsters #i would really like to see a character who struggles with empathy that a lot of people like. and is like. not a terrible murderer #u know. for kinnie reasons <3 /hj..............#ok i really am done talking now i promise #utdr analysis

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Gotta Stop Meeting Like This

Pairing: Solomon x Reader

Source Material: Obey Me!

Tags: N*S*F*W / closet sex / secret relationship / mammon and levi almost discover them

“We have *got* to stop meeting like this, my dear MC,” Solomon whispered against the shell of your ear. You could tell from the smug lilt in his voice that he was smiling, obviously very pleased with himself. “People will start to talk.”

“Stop talking,” you breathed, hands busy. You made fast work of removing his jacket, which he helped shrug out of in one fluid motion. This wasn’t the first time you two had done this. Your breath hitched as he flicked his tongue out at your ear, his hot breath on the wet skin sending pleasant shivers down your spine. Your hands skipped his button-up shirt and went straight to his belt.

“Hmm, hasty, are we?” His voice like a dangerous purr as he teased you. He was always egging you on, getting you riled up, pulling a reaction from you. “It’s not very polite to skip pleasantries.”

“Shut—up—,” you tugged down the zipper of his pants as his hands roamed slowly down your sides. Too slowly. He was teasing you, building you up, making you feel like the eager one, while he was soooo calm and collected. It ticked you off.

“Oh? Right to business then, is that it? Well, I ca—“ god. Finally. Anything to shut him up. You yanked on his tie harshly, pulling his face to yours. Your lips crashed into his, and you could feel him grin into the rough kiss. It seemed to ignite a fire in him, as next he grabbed your hair and made you tilt your head back to look up at him. A gasp left your parted lips and there was that smug smile again. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the supply closet, undivided attention on you. Despite his cockiness, the look in his eyes betrayed how much he wanted you too, how much of an effect you had on him. You seized the opportunity to grab him by the hips and pull him flush against your body, eyes trained on his. He was already hard, you could feel him through the exposed fabric of his boxer shorts. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you rocked your body against his, the friction of which had him grabbing you up, hooking your legs around his waist and pressing you roughly against a shelf to get more bearing. It was so funny to you when you got to him like this, causing him to skip all the tantalizingly slow teasing he had previously been so keen on.

His lips were on yours again and this time with a new hunger. There was no more small talk in this moment, just brutal want for one another. You slid your hands under his shirt, fingertips light and featherweight at first, tracing lines along his sides that made him shiver. Honestly? If the fire in your belly wasn’t lit already, it was now.

Faint voices in the hallway made you both freeze. Oh, no. Wasn’t this hallway always empty around this time? No one came around here during this part of the day, there aren’t any classes here, so why—

“I *just* want to know where MC is, yknow? Like what kinda human chooses to run off in the middle of the day and not say anything, huh??”

Oh, no. That was a familiar voice. A *very* familiar voice, griping about you of all people. Oh, jeez. This is bad.

“C’mon, I mean, I’m THE Mammon, I’m basically the most important person to her! She should at least tell ME where she keeps sneakin’ off to! Right?”

You hadn’t realized you’d been holding your breath until Solomon booped your nose, a gentle tap to get your attention. He smiled at you, tilting his head in the direction of the hallway and then raised his eyebrows. You could imagine what he was thinking. “*Popular, hm?*”

You wanted to retort, to say something catty to wipe the amused expression from his face, but you didn’t get the chance to. The voices were growing closer, and now that they were nearer, you could tell that Mammon wasn’t alone.

“Man, this sucks. I could be at home right now.” The second voice sighed, and sounded mopey as they continued. “Do you even *know* how many times the special director’s cut of TSL is played on TV a year? Do you *know*?”

Levi. That was definitely Levi. Oh, god. Or devil. Or whatever they say in the Devildom.

*Just keep walking, you, two. Just keep walking.*

You made a mental note to catch up with them later, if they didn’t catch you and Solomon pants-down first, that is.

Speaking of, you and Solomon had basically frozen in place when you heard the approaching demons. Your back pressed against the shelves, strong hands holding you up at the hips, your legs tight around his waist. This wouldn’t be a good position to get caught in, you thought. Mammon would *freak* if he found out what you were doing right now, who you were with... not to mention the rest of the demon brothers once Mammon opened his blabby mouth.

Your fingers subconsciously tightened in their grip on Solomon’s shirt, handfuls of fabric held in your hands. You heard a small chuckle in the quiet room, and snapped out of your focus on Mammon and Levi to notice how Solomon, somehow, seemed to be enjoying the predicament you were now in together.

“Are you *kidding* me?” You whispered with as much ferocity and dignity as you could manage for someone in your position.

Solomon leaned his forehead against yours in response, surprising you as he smiled—a genuine, soft smile this time, not the smug little smirk that never ceased to piss you off. He pressed a little kiss to the tip of your nose before retreating.

Without warning, Solomon adjusted so that he held you up by one arm, and you were once again reminded of just how strong he was. Left arm free, you were entranced as Solomon began to make what reminded you of runic sigils in the air. A few whispered words leaving his lips, the shape of a small prismatic figure slowly began to form as you watched. It was see-through, but it looked like water made up each of the sides, some panels of the prism running up, others down, some side to side. An impossible figure, the water-like substance glowed faintly blue, then violet. You were so hypnotized by the created object that you actually jumped when it shattered, the fragments dispersing in all directions before they simply disappeared from sight.

“Solomon, what—“

You tried to question, but the next second you found his hand pressed over your mouth, effectively silencing you. At first, you felt annoyed—*how dare he?*—but when the door knob started to rattle just feet away from you, a cold fear sunk in and squashed all thought of complaint.

Oh, no. Oh, no, oh no, oh no.

You must have made some noise when you jumped earlier. Despite Solomon holding you against his body, your back was still pressed to the rickety old shelves of the storage closet, the contents of which your sudden movement must have jostled. Solomon’s left hand came to rest at your hip once again, steadying you against him without a word.

“I swear I heard something in here, Levi! C’mon, help me open the door!”

They can’t come in here and see you like this—not now, not in this state! Skirt hiked up to your waist, Solomon’s cock still buried within you. You had to hide! You had to move! Why weren’t you hiding? Why wasn’t Solomon moving? What was he *thinking*?

In the dim light, you looked to Solomon for answers, but his gaze was set on the door. For once, there was no smug little smirk on his face, rather an unreadable expression. You had no idea what he was planning. You gripped at his clothes again and did your best to bury your face in his shirt, dreading your discovery that seemed to be inevitable at this point. Your only hope was that the rusty old lock on the door would hold long enough for Mammon to give up.

“Okay, 1, 2, 3!”

The door sprung open, the rusty lock being bested by Mammon rushing the door. In any other situation, you would have laughed and teased him about such a stupid stunt, but for now, you had no such bravado.

Pressing your face against Solomon’s chest, you waited with burning cheeks and a heart full of humiliation for the two demon brothers to say something.

You waited, and... you waited.

After a few beats, you tentatively raised your head, peering over Solomon’s shoulder. There was Mammon, standing just about a foot in the room, and Levi, standing just outside the doorway.

“Ugh, have you satisfied your curiosity? The room’s empty! Congratulations, Mammon, now Lucifer will kill us both!” Levi complained, smacking his face dramatically to show his exasperation at his brother’s antics.

You watched in growing confusion as Mammon’s cheeks turned red as yours just were, and he snapped back at Levi. “Lucifer will only find *out* if one of us tells’im, so keep your trap shut and we’ll be fine, yeah?”

Levi pouted with crossed arms out in the hall, clearly not on board with the plan, but having no other choice now that they were here.

Mammon, on the other hand, stepped forward in the room, and swiped at the air, as if feeling for something that he couldn’t see. He was so close, there was no *way* he couldn’t see you right there.

Your whole body tensed up as Mammon nearly touched Solomon’s arm as he swiped at the air again. The tensing fo your body led you to clench around Solomon’s cock, and if his fingernails digging into your bare hip were any indication, it definitely took him off-guard.

“Man, I swear it smells like MC in here....” You heard Mammon say to himself as he finally stepped back, resigned to the apparent fact that the room was empty.

Heaving a sigh, the demon shoved his hands into his pockets and began to stroll on out again. “...alright, Levi, let’s go. Maybe she went to the dining hall already? Let’s check there.”

Levi looked moody as ever, but he shut the closet door after Mammon exited, probably in attempt to keep any passers by from noticing the broken lock and slight, Mammon-shaped dent in the door.

You could hear their voices as they walked farther and farther off, and only when they were near inaudible did you dare speak.

“You ass!” You smacked Solomon’s chest, the puzzle pieces all clicking together now. “You weren’t going to tell me that was an invisibility spell you put on us? You were going to just let me suffer?”

Solomon’s laughter overlapped with your angry protests as you beat on his chest, all of which just made you more pissed off at what had happened.

“Insufferable! You’re literally the *worst*!” Your barrage of insults only made your partner grin, and before long you were silenced by him once again as his lips came to suddenly press against yours. Laughter echoed in his chest as you parted, making your face burn with heat.

“Oh, come now~,” he purred, a more serious voice being used, lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “I couldn’t just let them see my little pet, after all~”

Hands tangled in your hair, he made you raise your face to him once more. A tender kiss was placed upon your lips, this time, one that made you melt into him like before you had been interrupted. If you could just stay like this forever, ugh.

“Perhaps we should finish this later?” Solomon inquired, a wink making you roll your eyes at him. Probably a good idea though, considering the tenacity of your friends looking for you.

#my first fic #requests open #obey me #obey me!#solomon x reader #obey me solomon #solomon x mc #mine #my writing #my fics

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smells-like-mettaton · 3 years

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Tali’s Alphys-Centric Fic Rec List

I’ve been meaning to make this for a while!! All fics are oneshots unless marked as a series or with a chapter count. Thanks to everyone who recced several of these to me on my 12am begging-for-alphys-fics post dfdksdl. These aren’t in any particular order. The “notes” section is my commentary about each fic. No fics are based on full AUs (ex. underswap, horrortale, etc). The only endgame Alphys ship included is Alphyne, though most of the fics listed are gen. Hope you can find something you enjoy here!

Extra Credit by FriedCatfish

Rating: G // Word count: 1,206 Summary: Undyne loses track of time watching anime. Set before the events of the game. Notes: Cute Alphyne oneshot! Short and sweet, very nice characterization

world comes pouring through by feralpheonix

Rating: G // Word count: 1,655 Summary: Alphys reunites with some old friends on the way home from taking care of business. Notes: 2nd person Alphys pov but it surprisingly works? A small moment with Alphys, Bratty, and Catty, which I literally NEVER see content for so it was really refreshing!! Takes place at/near the end of the pacifist route.

white lies to the dead by MiniNephthys

Rating: T // Word Count: 580 Summary: Alphys walks through Waterfall, talking to someone who's not there. Notes: Queen Alphys ending; Alphys “talks” to Undyne after she’s been killed. Hits me right in all the emotions ;;

Found Soul by LibraLibrary

Rating: T // Word Count: 1,331 Summary: Self-worth is a slippery, fleeting little devil, and the bastard flower that killed you isn't helping. Takes place during the final fight of the True Pacifist run, following Alphys from one purgatory to the next. Notes: Very angsty, definitely make sure you’re ready to handle Alphys’s suicidal thoughts, but a very good read! I love seeing the Lost Soul battle from her POV.

And I Feel Fine by Masu_Trout

Rating: T // Word Count: 1,685 Summary: The fallen human is human is fast approaching The Core, and Mettaton is ready to finally take the stage. Now, if only Alphys would stop worrying so much. Notes: Alphys & Mettaton friendship in the no mercy route, but manages to be surprisingly not depressing. Mettaton POV but definitely still deserves to be here. This fic does a great job of characterizing them both and it’s always great to see Alphys working in her element.

Experimentation by pickledragon

Rating: G // Word Count: 1,531 Summary: Alphys is, above all, a scientist. She may watch anime with religious fervor and make horrible Undernet shitposts in her free time, but she is good at her job. She knows what they say about her, behind her back. But when she stands there, time open before her, she resolves to collect data. Each experiment, intentional or not, brings new opportunities to change certain variables and observe others. Alphys is a scientist, after all. Notes: THIS FIC. it’s technically part of a series but it stands on its own (it’s the only one i’ve read by this author). EXCELLENT alphys characterization and writing style. Some Sans & Alphys friendship too which is always stellar. If you didn’t gather from the summary, it’s an alphys starts to remember resets fic.

Memory by Ash_yeet

Rating: T // Word Count: 19,962 // Chapters: 5/20 Summary: It's been two years since monsterkind have joined the humans on the surface, and Alphys is happier than she's ever been. But things can't stay great forever. She starts having nightmares, lapses in memory, flashbacks to things that have never happened. She hopes it will pass... sans is doing his best to adjust to life. When Alphys reaches out to him about her nightmares, he doesn't expect much. He quickly changes his tune. Someone is trying to come back. And they aren't what they used to be.sans and Alphys are trying to move on. But there's one thing they forgot: No matter how hard you try, you can't run from your past. Notes: I’ve only read chapter one so far, but it’s been really good! Looks like it’s going to involve Gaster in some way. Says it’s on short hiatus but was updated in April so doesn’t look abandoned.

Hot and Cold Blooded (Alphyne series) by perniciousLizard

Rating: varies by fic, usually G but a few T and one E // Word count: 36,516 // Works: 18/18 Summary: This series is a place to put all my Alphys/Undyne stories that aren't part of another series. Notes: this series has something for everyone; you can pick and choose which works to read. Most are feel-good fluff and humor, some hurt/comfort too. Some connect to the author’s Sansby series (which i also can’t recommend enough)

When Life Hands You Enantiomers by Kaesa

Rating: T // Word Count: 2,739 Summary: Alphys has a half-finished tile maze puzzle, reams of useless data, and a bunch of piranhas that can't tell the difference between lemon and orange scent. Sans has donuts. Notes: ONE OF MY VERY FAVORITES. Fun puns, science, alphys & sans friendship, piranhas, the opportunity to actually understand organic chemistry references,, it’s so good and fun

Friendshipping by AyuOhseki

Rating: G // Word Count: 4,564 Summary: Sans finds Alphys's secret Sans/Grillby RPF. This won't get weird or awkward or anything, we're sure. Notes: Hilarious Alphys narration, great characterization, it’s just so silly and warms my heart. I love terrible fanfic writer Alphys

social links by simplycarryon

Rating: G // Word Count: 2,525 Summary: Friendship's pretty neat, or so your video games and anime dictate. But you are not an anime protagonist, and you're not sure you know what friendship is any more. Notes: more solid sans & alphys friendship :D

See You Another Time by decamarks

Rating: T // Word Count: 18,500 // Chapters: 1/14 Summary: “Have you ever thought of a world where everything is exactly the same... Except you don’t exist? Everything functions perfectly without you.” Alphys spent a lot of time thinking about what it’d be like to start over. It wasn’t fair for someone like her to escape consequences. She knew that, yet the thought never left her mind—the thought that maybe, just maybe, she could get another chance; that she could abandon her life, her failures—everything—and start anew. But that would never happen. Sometimes, Alphys wondered. Would the world be better off without her? When unexplainable anomalies appear and begin to warp the world around her, Alphys discovers something she was never meant to know: the identity of the former Royal Scientist, and how he met his demise. Doctor W.D. Gaster vanished without a trace; he was erased from reality after an experiment ended in disgrace. Forgotten by the world, shattered across time and space—it’s like he never existed in the first place.And Alphys can’t imagine a better fate. Notes: This is a monster of a first chapter but definitely worth the read!! So much good stuff happening already. I’m a total wuss but I still love the cosmic/existential horror bits going on so far. Great Sans & alphys friendship and Undyne & alphys friendship so far. All the amalgamates also feel incredibly well written. Can’t wait to see more of this one

(And here are a few of my own Alphys-centric fics as well)

Seventh Time’s the Charm by Taliax

Rating: G // Word Count: 1,519 // Chapters: 1/7 Summary: Six bad "dates" Alphys has been on, plus one that is actually pretty good. Notes: Alphys is my favorite and I love giving her a bad time. First chapter is a “date” she has with Sans. Next chapter which I have in progress is going to be Papyrus. (Alphyne is still endgame of course.) Set mostly before the events tof the game. Get ready for lots of second-hand embarrassment sdlfkjds

Support Character by Taliax

Rating: T // Word Count: 1,814 Summary: If Sans is determined to fight the human, Alphys is going to make sure he's prepared. Notes: Sans & Alphys no mercy route friendship, based on the headcanon that Alphys was the one to give Sans the powers/magic he uses to fight the human.

it's your best life (if it's the life that you're living right now) by Taliax

Rating: T // Word Count: 4,046 Summary: Through messages saved to Sans's phone, Queen Alphys gets a glimpse at lives that might have been. With so many possibilities... how did this timeline go so wrong? Notes: Sans & Alphys friendship, Queen Alphys ending, mostly angst/hurt/comfort. I’m really proud of this one and it uses my main headcanon for how Sans knows about resets.

The Trans-Underground Alphys-Carrying, Match-Making Road Trip by Taliax

Rating: G // Word Count: 5,713 Summary: From her secret security camera, Alphys gets too invested in Sans's relationship with the voice behind the door. This wouldn't be a problem if Mettaton didn't decide to take her ship into his own hands. Trying to catch up with a battery-powered robot is hard work, but telling the truth is even harder. Notes: This is a really silly fic with some hurt/comfort sprinkled in. Has some Soriel and Papyton in the background. Has some Alphys & Papyrus friendship as well which is always underrated in my opinion.

#alphys #fic rec list #tali rambles #safeutdr #undertale #long post

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astridthevalkyrie · 3 years

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summer rain: chapter 1

Your days in the Training Corp aren’t too out of the ordinary. You make friends, you train hard, and you eat dinner every day.

Oh, and you’re also hellbent on getting revenge against Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

Chapter 2

Read on FF.net or AO3.

Helloooo, beautiful people. I’m so excited about this story! This is now the official first part of the series, so it’s a prequel to the three oneshots I’ve already posted. If you haven’t read them, no worries, you can read this just fine. If you want to, just know they all have an established relationship and will reference the past, so you may possibly get spoiled.

I plan for this to have five or so chapters, so buckle up, and as always, happy reading!

You’ve been expecting more.

Maybe that’s the wrong perspective to have. It’s still the military, and it’s still your first day and sure, that’s exciting and all, but you’ve heard stories. People always describe their first day of training as absolutely terrifying, but life-changing. They say that the first day is the day all the baby-faced cadets realize they’re in over their heads. It’s an introduction to the rest of their lives. At least, that’s the case for the people who stay. If one can’t handle a verbal beating, how can they stand any chance against the titans? The first day changes everything.

This, however, isn’t life-changing. It’s not terrifying. It’s rather...dull.

To be fair, the man in front doesn’t look like he’s enjoying it either.

You’ve heard of him, of course you have. Even back within Sina, people talk. A newcomer, a gift from the walls, humanity’s savior. Recently joined the Survey Corp and yet already a lieutenant, a definite shoe-in for the next available section commander position. Apparently his origins are a bit of a mystery, but he’s either the long lost son of a rich merchant or he’s come from outside the walls themselves because it’s just impossible that any common person can possess the skills he’s rumored to have. You’re not sure you believe all of it - apparently he’s so fast that the titans can’t even see him coming? yeah, sure - and yet there’s just something about him that gives off a truly well-earned confident aura. That’s been the most exciting part so far, the chance to see him up close, to see that he’s actually real.

Still, since he began talking, Lieutenant Levi hasn’t once raised his voice. He hasn’t screamed at them all for being the weakest pieces of shit he’s ever seen. He hasn’t even told them about how they’re going to train to become snacks for the titans. It’s disappointing. You’ve been ready to stand your ground, to show you’re made of some tough stuff. That can’t happen when your trainer won’t even bother to strike fear into your heart. Where other people may be relieved, you are mourning this loss of the traditional military experience.

At the very least, he’s not the actual trainer. He started his speech with a complaint that their actual instructor was sick for the day so now he had the absolute pleasure to welcome dozens of new fucking brats to their new home and occupation. His words drip with venom and boredom - clearly, he didn’t join to do any of this. It’s beneath him. All in all, Lieutenant Levi seems rather...arrogant. Maybe it’s well-deserved. But you don’t have to like it.

As he walks up to people at random who shout out their bare identities, the lieutenant snaps out comments that seem like they’re meant to bully rather than to frighten.

“Your posture is shit.”

“Oh wow, I bet the titans will be real scared of your noodle arms.”

“And here I thought these villages would send their best and brightest. Instead they sent you.”

But you’re not one to let things get to you so easily. You have your fist balled to your chest proudly, ready to serve humanity. You’ve fought to get where you are, and now you’re really, actually standing here, with your new comrades besides you, and you couldn’t be more proud. A bright smile settles on your face. You will make the best out of this, no matter your humanity-saving trainer’s dour mood.

Unfortunately, said humanity-saving trainer takes notice of your smile, and with his gaze locked on his new target, he walks up to you, eyes narrowed in irritation.

“What’s your deal?”

You straighten your back, snap to attention, and look directly ahead as you know is appropriate. “Cadet (F/N) (L/N), sir, from Stohess District!”

His expression doesn’t throw you off, despite it looking like he’s never been so irritated in his life. You know you haven’t done anything wrong (at least not yet), so him looking that pissed off must be an internal issue, nothing to do with you. You’re not any different than any of the other cadets that have introduced themselves.

“Cadet (F/N) (L/N),” he says as though he’s testing out a brand new curse word, with just a hint of mockery in his voice. “I didn’t ask for your name or where you were from. I asked what your deal was.”

Well what in the holy hells is that supposed to mean?

Is what you want to say, but instead you simply furrow your brows and ask curly. “Sir?”

“What the fuck are you so happy about?” he clarifies, annoyance displayed clearly on his face.

Well damn, no need to be so edgy. You aren’t necessarily required to be as serious as everyone else here, and smiling isn’t a crime last time you checked. But this is obviously Lieutenant Levi’s thing, to be snarky and mean, and the sooner you answer, the sooner he’ll move on and find a new victim. “Just happy to be here, sir.”

Your smile stays right where it is.

“Oh, is that it?” He stares at you, deadpan. “You like the thought of being eaten? Does the idea just make your day? Do you fantasize about it at night? Let it lull you to sleep?”

Your smile grows a little strained.

Passion aggression is nothing new. You grew up in Stohess, you’re used to your fair share of cattiness. The lieutenant must take lessons from the tea-sipping high class ladies you’d basically grown up with, because he reminds you of them vividly. Ironic, considering you thought the military would be an escape to a life that was real and included less passive bullshit. It’s that frustration at the similarity that makes your polite mask crack.

The response slips through your lips before you can stop yourself. “No, sir, but last night I did happen to dream of a trainer that was tough enough to handle one of his subordinates smiling.”

You can be catty too.

The grounds become more silent than they already were. It’s as though everyone is suddenly holding their breath at this new confrontation, just waiting to see what the newly dubbed hope of humanity will do if someone matches his sass. The loud silence is what finally makes you just a smidge nervous - surely, they won’t kick you out on your very first day just because of a smart comment, right?

Impatient and a bit anxious, you finally allow yourself to look directly in his eyes, and you’re suddenly stricken by how grey they are. You don’t think you’ve ever met anyone with grey eyes. They’re damn gorgeous. And there’s a hint of...something in them, and to your surprise it’s not rage. He looks calculatingly gleeful, as though he’s just been waiting for someone to say something back to him. He appears cruel and delighted all at once, and the contrast of it along with the striking silver hue is more personality than you’ve ever seen in someone’s eyes before.

It’s a breathtaking sight. You move in just a millionth of a centimeter to get a closer look -

And then he moves, lightning fast, reeling back and swinging his leg around to sweep your legs from under you. With a gasp, you hit the ground hard, head ringing and vision blurring for a few seconds. Your hair, which was loose around your shoulders, flies across your face, some of it entering your mouth. From above you, grey eyes are triumphant, looking down on you as though to ask whether or not that’s tough enough for you. You’d love to answer, but your head is throbbing and you can only let out a pathetic, confused noise that causes titters to spread throughout the room.

What the hell just happened?

You move to get up, but he’s quicker, slamming his foot down on your leg and holding you right where you are. For someone with such a short stature, he looks pretty damn tall from down here. Maybe this is the sight that the titans barely get to see before he slices through them.

Everyone is watching, even if they’re not turning their hands. This is their entertainment today, and the fool has just made its move. The fool being you, of course. They’re all hungry to see how this will play out.

Your cheeks glow bright with embarrassment, but you are not going to waver. Not on the first day. This is what you wanted, right? You wanted someone who’d be a hardass, who’d strike fear in you and make this a day you’d never forget. Well, Lieutenant Levi is your wish come true.

“Please remove your foot, sir,” you muster as politely as you can, looking up at him icily.

He digs the heel of his shoe into your thigh to make a point, and maybe to see if you’ll cry out in pain. But you look him in his strange grey eyes and you only blink, a small smile returning to your face. Will he kick someone who’s already down?

The moment seems to last forever, and you briefly entertain the fantasy that time is freezing for him as much as it is for you.

And then it’s all broken - he takes his foot off and walks right by you, and the only words you’re spared after being humiliated are, “Tie your hair up, you look ridiculous.”

Thus goes your first meeting with Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

____________________

Dinner that night is filled with chatter. It seems people have found their loyal companions pretty fast, and cliques are forming faster than a speeding bullet.

Luckily, you don’t need to worry about making friends. Besides the fact that you’re charming and perfect (according to everyone else and definitely not just you), you joined the military with your best friend from childhood. Millie Shackel is every bit the Stohess lady you are, the Rose to your Maria, the jelly to your butter. It’s amazing how much two girls can bond over a shared hate for the lack of activity happening within their stuffy town.

You gnaw at the bread on your plate, squeezing your eyes shut in pain after a particularly hard bite makes the back of your head throb. Not for the first time, you place your hand gingerly on the back of your skull, confirming that there’s no blood pouring out.

“Shouldn’t have mouthed off,” Millie quips from across the table, looking at you amusedly.

“Thanks,” you mutter bitterly, abandoning the bread for now until the soreness goes away. “Didn’t think one stupid comment was going to make him go berserk on me.”

She laughs, confirming you sound every bit as stupid as you feel. “I don’t think that classifies as berserk. That was a superior putting you in your place.”

“Suck-up,” you accuse, eyes narrowed. She only rolls her eyes, and you bring the cup of water to your lips and begin simply guzzling it down when someone claps you on the back, making you choke.

You turn to glare, still coughing up water, at two guys behind you. The one who nearly killed you is tall, with hair the color of bananas, and he’s grinning with no regrets, the shameful bastard. The other one behind him looks apologetic, red-haired with pretty green eyes. He whacks his friend on the arm. “You idiot, you nearly sent her to the infirmary!”

“Oh, come on.” The tall guy slides next to you without permission, slinging an arm around you as though you’re the closest of chums. Back in Stohess, you’d have called for his execution or some shit. “Surely the girl who talked back to Lieutenant Levi can handle some water going down the wrong way.”

Millie does not look pleased at the intruder, and looks even more grouchy when his friend sits down next to her, albeit keeping a much more respectful distance. When you finally stop coughing violently, you shove the guy’s arm away.

“A-asshole, what the hell’s your problem?”

“There’s no problem, kid.” He nudges your arm with his elbow. “I just wanted to see the balls on you. Guess it was overexaggerated.”

“Obviously,” you snap, “I just talked back, I didn’t hop over the wall and kill a titan.”

“Regardless, good job with the way you handled it. The others are talking about you.”

Millie gives you a stern look. “Hear that? Now we’re the troublemakers.”

You shrug apologetically, and decide to take another crack at eating your bread. This time, it goes down easier, with only a light sting to remind you of the lieutenant’s cruelty.

“I’m Stephen,” the redhead says with a shy smile, extending his hand. You shake it, then turn your gaze questioningly to the one next to you. He grins cockily, waiting for you to ask. You don’t.

“This is Ricky.” Stephen spoils his fun, sounding exasperated.

“I assume you two are close.” Millie wrinkles her nose distastefully. You bite back a laugh - there’s that Stohess bitchiness that you love about her.

“We met this morning,” Ricky responds, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

The two of you warm up to the boys soon enough. Ricky is rather friendly when he’s not trying to steal your food thinking you won’t notice, and Stephen is downright sweet, his emerald eyes brightening when you ask him where he’s from. He goes off on a ramble about his village which is somewhere smack dab in the middle of the land within Wall Rose. Apparently their local stew is the best there is. You privately disagree; nothing quite tastes like the stew they make in the Orvud District, least of all this bland loaf of bread in your hand.

Ricky, on the other hand, is from Shiganshina, which is apparently an outer city of Wall Maria (so the two boys really had just met that morning).

“So, I’m guessing it’s the MP for you two?” Ricky says. Millie looks offended.

“That’s not right for you to assume!” She deflates a little. “But yes, it is.”

“Hey.” You shoot her a scowl. “It’s the MP for you. I don’t have any intention of hurrying back to precious Sina.”

Millie gazes at you with her we’ll talk about this later look like she has every time you’ve brought up that you have no intention of returning to fucking Stohess where nothing ever happens. Before she can say anything, Ricky ruffles your hair fondly.

“Should’ve known you were made of tougher shit than that. So what, you like playing hero?”

You shrug. “No, I just have a sob story. Dead old Dad was a Scout, and then he was titan chowder.”

Stephen looks disturbed at how bluntly you say it, and even Ricky is a bit thrown off. You chuckle at their expressions, waving a hand nonchalantly. “It’s fine, it happened a while ago. I barely remember him. But you know, what better way to connect with your dead dad than to align yourself with the people who let him die, right?”

Ricky’s mouth hangs open as Millie snorts. “You can laugh, she’s making a joke. Get used to her sense of humor, it’s always this bad.”

“I resent that.”

“So you don’t care about getting into the top ten?” Stephen asks carefully - scoping out the competition, you realize.

“Couldn’t give less of a shit,” you answer coolly, “but Millie obviously does.”

“I’ll get into the top ten, it’s not about that.” Millie says confidently, shaking her head as though it’s ridiculous to even imagine that she wouldn’t. After all, you two were raised to be perfect. “The real goal is to be first.”

Ignoring the madly ambitious look in her eyes, you focus on Stephen. “So what is it for you? The Scouts?”

He winces bashfully. “I’m...undecided.”

You laugh out loud, a bit meanly. “What, undecided like you’re going to some top university in Mitras? This is the Training Corp, Stephen, you’re not gonna get to try out a bit of everything. Just choose whether or not you wanna be shipped off to a pointless death, and then you’ve made your decision.”

Stephen frowns, shaking his head. “If it was that simple, then what would be the point of choosing?”

Who in the holy hells asked for his philosophical wisdom, that’s what you want to know. Rolling your eyes, you turn to Ricky, who is chewing on your bread, abandoned after your taste buds just wouldn’t adjust without the butter you were used to. With his mouth full, he answers easily. “Scouts.”

You nod. At least he’s sure.

____________________

“That wasn’t right,” Millie says later, right as you’re about to lie down on a scratchy-looking bed.

“What?”

“What you said to him. He can take his time deciding if he wants to. And it’s just rich, coming from you.”

Your eye twitches in irritation. “You’re just pissed because I don’t wanna take on the most boring job in the world.”

“Grow up,” Millie hisses, venom laced in her voice. “Not everything’s about your entertainment.”

Turning around, you see your best friend with arms crossed, giving you a disapproving look that reminds you of your mother. How odd. What’s that old saying about people becoming what they most hate?

“You’re gonna lecture me now too? Hit me with some philosophy, maybe?” You raise your brow, daring her to say more. “Or do you wanna knock me over again? Maybe I’ll get a concussion this time.”

Millie scoffs, sitting down on the bed she’s claimed. “You know what, it was nice. Seeing someone put you in your place like that.” Her lips quirk under your hard gaze. “Maybe he’ll teach you a thing or two about taking things seriously. Give you some actual goals to achieve.”

The only thing Lieutenant Levi will teach you is to never get distracted by something like how beautiful someone’s eyes look ever again. Even now, you can still picture him, the way he stood in front of you, startled you, threw you off. The way his eyes were filled with more duality than you’d ever expected to see in a person.

Pretending like you didn’t just fantasize about his pretty grey irises, you roll your eyes and flop down on the bed next to her’s. “He’s not gonna teach me jack shit. He’s not even our trainer.”

Millie hums, whether it’s to you or to herself you don’t know, and when you look at her again she’s closed her eyes, clearly wanting to end what was a very long day. It’s not long before you join her.

“(F/N).”

“Yeah?”

“I miss home.”

You don’t, but you keep it to yourself.

The last thing you think of before you fall asleep is how cold the lieutenant had looked when he humiliated you, and your cheeks burn angrily.

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Two weeks pass by in a blur. Once training starts, there’s not much time to think about something like goals, because everyone’s goal is simply living until dinner each night. Avoid getting yelled at, attend classes, study hard, and for the love of all things holy don’t fall on your face when you’re balancing in the practice ODM gear.

It’s a rush, and you actually find yourself enjoying it. The food still tastes stale and the bed is still too hard to be comfortable, but there’s an easy routine that’s so much more than sit still and look pretty. While you’ve never been a fan of routine, this is different. There’s a purpose to this, even if everyone has different things they’re working towards. Whether they’re trying their best to show what they’re made of and get into the top ten like Millie, or pushing themselves because they get starry-eyed at the thought of saving humanity like Rashad, or simply staying out of trouble to avoid getting meal privileges taken away like Clara, everyone is working towards something, and it’s thrilling to be in the midst of it, to be a part of something meaningful.

You and Ricky are fast friends - he’s surprisingly not too insufferable and he shares your enthusiasm for not taking things so seriously. He also seems like he’s looking for a partner in crime, someone to partake in the oh-so delightful task of slacking off with. Millie is throwing herself into perfecting everything, and Stephen, while not as crazy as she is, is more nervous about losing respectability in front of their trainers and comrades. So the two of you naturally gravitate towards each other, because jeez, at least a few people here need to remember that life still exists outside of all of the training and military drama.

Today is the first time they’re letting you practice hand-to-hand combat, and while that’s obviously ridiculous since you’re training to fight titans (or just bully people, if you’re joining the MP, but Millie didn’t appreciate you voicing that out loud), it’s also a chance for you to show off a natural talent.

You’re flexible. And fairly fast too.

Sure, you’re no fighter, but back home you were put into dancing lessons since you were a wee young thing, so you have a much higher tolerance than most of these chumps. You can take a few hard punches here and there, and you’re fluid with your movements, so you’re giving as good as you get. Even combat is a dance in a certain way, it has all the same elements at any rate. Everything comes down to the placement of the feet, and every other body is an accessory that has to be utilized perfectly to do any damage.

Unfortunately, Ricky’s fought, like actually fought - fucking peasants from Maria and their street fights - and so as much as you put up a damn good fight, he eventually gets you in a hold from behind. You squirm in his grasp as he laughs, digging his fingers in your side. You try to protest, but it’s hard when he’s tickling you so hard.

“H-hey, hey!” Your giggling only gets two octaves louder when Ricky doesn’t let up. “Stop!” Ricky’s laugh mixes in with yours, until he’s lifting you off the ground. Your breathing becomes painful as you struggle against his grip, clawing at his hands. “Ricky! Let go!”

Finally, he decides to show mercy, dropping you. He regrets it pretty soon, though, because then you’re on him quickly, throwing a hard punch against his shoulder. He groans, letting out a pained, “What the hell, (F/N)?” but you’re not done. You grab the collar of his uniform, and tug it forward briefly to give yourself some momentum to shove him back as hard as you can.

Ricky stumbles on his feet, catching himself before he falls at the last second. There’s a determined expression in his eyes, not quite competitive but suddenly eager to show off.

“So, think your dainty dancing is gonna give you the advantage here?” he challenges, balling his fists in front of his chest. You do the same. “Hate to break it to you, kid, but that’s not how that works.”

“Beat me, then. Properly.” You smirk, planting your feet firmly. Let him throw the first punch, you decide. “I have to be on the ground for you to win.”

Ricky’s clever too, knowing you intend to use his size against him. He lowers his arms, extending them as though he’s going to let you take a free shot. Yeah, you’re not that stupid. You stay right where you are, raising an unimpressed brow. The two of you stare each other down, trying your best not to break into smiles.

“Hit me.”

“Hard pass.”

“Because you know your punch will be too weak?”

“How’s your shoulder, Ricky? Should be feeling fine, since my punch was so weak.”

He barks out a laugh, rolling his shoulder back experimentally. “Like getting hit by a feather.”

Okay, trash talk isn’t part of the combat training that the trainer, Instructor Grumman, has assigned. But it’s still fun, and it’s about a thousand times more preferable than actually fighting. Fighting is painful and pointless. Trash talk is entertaining and doable.

Still, you hunch your shoulders. If Ricky really won’t move, you’ll come at him with full force. Digging your heel into the ground, you give yourself a boost and run towards him with a burst of speed. His eyes widen, and his first instinct is to hold out his hands to keep you at bay. But with the close proximity and his lanky figure, it won’t be enough. You’ll have him on his back within seconds if you ram into him in one, two -

You don’t make it.

You don’t make it because you’re suddenly flung into the air. You let out a frantic shriek and bring your arms up to shield your face. The ground approaches with dizzying speed and you hit it with a sickening thud. Your hands are suddenly covered in scratches and you open your mouth to furiously ask Ricky what the fuck he was thinking and how did he even do that and did he have to throw you so high -

But when you look up, it’s cold grey eyes that meet you.

Fuck.

The glare that was supposed to be for Ricky is now aimed at him, unadulterated hate coursing through your veins. This is the first time you’ve seen him since that day. Just what in the actual fuck is his problem, and just what had you done to deserve being thrown over his shoulder and up into the sky like a fucking ragdoll? You hadn’t mouthed off this time. Hell, you didn’t even know he was there, so just what the fuck was he punishing you for?

“People who don’t take their training seriously usually end up looking up like this,” he hisses. His glare matches yours, which is ridiculous, because he’s the one who knocked you down. Why is he pissed off? “‘Course, they’re usually looking up at a titan, but we don’t have any of those on hand for me to demonstrate.”

Yeah, he’s far from a titan. Fucking shrimp.

“I was taking my training very seriously, sir,” you say with gritted teeth. “In fact, I would have defeated my opponent had you not stepped in and shot me up in the air.” Your hands would also have significantly fewer bruises.

He snorts, actually snorts, like you’ve just told a hilarious joke. “A real opponent isn’t going to let you run that mouth of yours before they come at you. You’d be dead in two fucking seconds.”

People are looking now. Everyone remembers that first day, and they all look as though their favorite stage actors have come to town to perform a show. They’re all waiting to see just what the girl who talked back to Lieutenant Levi will do now. A circus trick, perhaps? They don’t know what you’re made of - no one is going to see you crack. And definitely not because of this insufferable man.

“You don’t know that, sir.” You say it with a poisonous smile, wanting him to know that it’s not meant to be respectful. “I might just make it. Maybe I’ll even make it longer than you.”

There are hushed gasps all around you, but the lieutenant pays them no mind. He looks amused, as if you’re just a stupid little girl, an arrogant brat who somehow thinks she’s somehow stronger than him. You’re not an idiot, you know that he’s an excellent soldier who will probably make captain soon, and you’re a lowly cadet who doesn’t even know the basics yet. But once you’re trained up, once you have experience, you think you could take him on, and you could possibly win.

Lieutenant Levi leans down, crouching on his legs before leaning in. He grabs your shoulder harshly, and leans in to whisper in your ear. “I’ll be waiting, (L/N).”

You almost feel respected until he adds, “Waiting to see the day that fucking smile gets wiped off your face.”

With that, he stands up and turns. Turns to walk away. Turns as though you’re not still on the ground. Turns as though your comrades aren’t snickering around you, convinced that he just put you in your place a second time. Turns as though he didn’t just single you out for no damn reason - who even fucking asked him to watch? Who asked him to interfere in your business? Why didn’t anyone else demand his attention? You weren’t the only one goofing off. Hell, there were some people who were actually just lazing around! Where was their punishment?

Furiously, you speak before your brain can catch up.

“Why don’t you fight me, Lieutenant?” you say loudly as you get to your feet.

He stops.

Ricky, who is safely standing a few feet away now, gives you a wide-eyed look, silently asking if you’re brain damaged. But you pay him no mind, your eyes focused on the back of Lieutenant Levi’s head, probably burning a hole in him with your gaze by now. Immediately, the crowd changes sides again, hushed oohs spreading around. It’s not enthusiastic, no one actually believes you’ll triumph, but they are enthusiastic that you have the balls to try.

He turns, giving you the driest expression you’ve ever seen, and you half expect to be dismissed. To be told that you’re too weak to even think about fighting him.

Instead, his stance changes, his fists are raised, and he’s accepted your challenge.

You know you can’t win. That’s not the point. The point is to hold out. For a whole minute, at least. Half a minute. Was twenty seconds too generous?

There’s a small part of you that regrets mouthing off this time.

Lieutenant Levi doesn’t have to waste any time staring you down. He has no need to debate in his head about who should throw the first punch, and nor does he grant you the courtesy of devising a strategy in your head first. In half a second, he’s approaching you with dizzying speed, fist reeled back, about to knock you over for the second time today.

But you’re sick and tired of these fast maneuvers.

You duck down just as he closes the gap between you, and you go for his legs. He grunts in surprise as you make contact, clutching tightly. It may look pathetic. Your arms are wrapped around his thighs, which you basically just dived into. Your face is squished against his hip. Your feet have left the ground, as you’ve thrown your entire body at him. At this moment, you look absolutely ridiculous.

But it’s worth it.

The lieutenant loses his balance as his feet slip from under him. You can feel him falling down, down, down, with a gasp that is just fucking music to your ears. This is turning out better than you’ve ever hoped for. You’ve proved everyone wrong, even yourself. He’s going to hit the floor, and you’re going to win. You’ll win.

Or at least, you would have.

You’re both hurtling through the air for one glorious moment. Then, recovering from his shock in an instant, Lieutenant Levi spins the two of you in midair, and despite all your efforts and quick calculations, it’s your back that hits the floor again with a loud crack, air knocked clean out of your lungs. You gasp for breath. His knees are digging into your neck, you’re going to choke -

He takes no time to recover. He’s up and on his feet in a second, brushing the nonexistent dirt off his pants, and you’re left panting with your hand on your throat, trying to recover what little dignity you have left as laughter erupts around you. Dizziness and confusion overwhelms you, as does something else. Just a few minutes ago, you’d been looking at him hatefully. Well, you from five minutes ago had no idea what hate was. You could kill him right now, this arrogant, pompous, cruel jerk.

How dare he look so unperturbed? Like this is just a normal weekday for him?

A hand yanks you up by your hair, nails digging in your scalp painfully. You’re brought to your knees with a heaving gasp. He tugs your head up until you’re looking at him properly, and he has the nerve to smirk. It’s slight - perhaps he knows a full blown smile would look creepy on him - but it’s there, mocking you.

When he speaks, it’s just a little louder than a murmur. “I thought I told you to tie your hair up.”

Then he releases you, and your buckle over in pain. The position literally has you bowing down to him. White hot anger seeps through you. Consumes you. When he starts walking away, his every step thunders in your head, echoing a million times. He had no right.

No right at all.

It seems like Millie’s wish has come true. You have a goal now. A goal that Lieutenant Levi has so graciously given you.

You’ve decided. No matter what happens, you’re going to get revenge on Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. He’s going to fucking pay.

____________________

You’re pacing out in the field later that day, muttering under your breath, the events from earlier replaying in your head on loop. Millie’s decided to give up on getting you to come study with her, and she’s blatantly refused to participate in your little quest for revenge, citing it as “pointless and foolhardy.” Well, this whole thing is pointless and foolhardy. The Training Corp is just a way to produce more dead bodies every year. But Millie didn’t agree with your line of logic and has left you to brood on your own.

Realistically, what are your options? It’s not an easy task to take on. Humiliating a man who is now so respected and admired will be difficult when his ego soars sky high. Something heavy will be needed to bring it down. Now you have no intention of ruining him for life, nothing major or extremely dangerous. If you did have such an intent, it would’ve been rather simple, just a letter back home to your mother to spread the word of what humanity’s hero was really like. Not that she’s inclined to listen to your demands nowadays, but it’s a doable plan that would work one way or another. But you want to embarrass Lieutenant Levi the exact same way he embarrassed you. You want to knock him flat on his back, while everyone watches, and you want to stand triumphantly as he kneels down to you.

Someone listening to your thoughts right about now would think you were having a vivid sexual fantasy. You groan, slumping down against the bark of a tree. It’s going to be dark soon. You have a curfew that you’re inclined to obey. But you simply can’t go back without thinking of a plan. He deserves it. He deserves to be utterly humiliated. Punishing you is one thing. Beating you in a fight is only natural.

But holding you up by your hair like you’re one of the fucking spoils of war only to have you kneel to him - that’s sick. He’s sick, and probably perverted. You wonder if he’s always been like that, or if the glory has gone to his head. And you wonder why he’s chosen you to play this game with. Because of a smile and some cheek? That’s no excuse.

Maybe you’re just the prettiest one here, and he has a crush.

Even the cocky thought can’t distract you enough from your frustration. You can’t possibly beat him. There’s a reason he’s getting so much attention. It’s because he can fight like no other, and it’s all natural talent too. Frankly, you call bullshit, no one is just that good without any practice, but whatever, not the point right now. Who could possibly make you capable enough to beat the lieutenant in a fight? Who could possibly know all his weaknesses?

Probably only him.

Your eyes widen.

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The sun shines brightly the next day. You feel the warm breeze from the open windows kissing your cheek as you run through the base. Most people passing by pay you no mind, although a few give you questioning looks. But they don’t say anything, probably figuring you’re just a lost newbie who’s inevitably going to get yelled at when you show up late for class. But they’re mistaken, you’re not lost at all. You’re running with purpose. And well, you might be late for class, but it’ll be fine, you know Stephen takes detailed notes that he’s willing to share, and even if he feels like being mean, this is much more important.

Originally, the plan was to go all the way to his office, the path pieced together from directions you’d gotten from Instructor Grumman who believed you were going to apologize (for what?). Hopefully, he won’t actually double check if you went through with it, because you have no intention of apologizing for a single damn thing. Your aim is far more sinister than that. Today is the first step of a plan that will take you a long while, but it’ll pay off eventually. You’re going to achieve your goal.

That is, if he agrees.

The universe is on your side, because you don’t even need to go all the way to his office. There he is, in the flesh, talking to a blonde man you recognize as Captain Erwin Smith and a woman who you haven’t seen before. Maybe if he hadn’t been so callous yesterday, you’d have waited until he was away from his comrades before approaching him. It’s too late to care about appearances now.

You step up to the three of them and salute, clearing your throat.

He looks at you, and his eyes harden when he sees a smile plastered on your face yet again.

“Can we help you?” Captain Erwin says gently, but there’s just the slightest edge in his tone. Clearly one is not supposed to just approach this dream team. Your bad.

You open your mouth to answer him, but Lieutenant Levi beats you to it, looking bored as he does. “She’s lost, Erwin. Classes are on the other side of the base,” he says dismissively, waving a hand like he’s swatting away a fly.

“I am not lost. Sir.” Your spine is still straightened and your fist is still balled against your heart. You’re not sacrificing it just yet, but you’re certainly sacrificing your pride here. “I have a request for you. After you pointed out my obvious flaws yesterday, I realized that if I don’t get help, I’m going to fall seriously behind.”

Captain Erwin shoots him an exasperated look, already having figured that his best friend (or whatever they are to each other) must have done something to you. Meanwhile, the woman cackles, nudging the lieutenant’s shoulder.

“She’s being proactive! You appreciate that, don’t you, Levi?”

He doesn’t answer. His attention is now exclusively on you - you nearly feel special.

“So what do you need from me, Cadet?” You ignore the way your stomach flip-flops violently from the way he stares at you, the corners of his mouth twitched upward in a light smirk. Something in him clearly enjoys the idea of you needing him for something. Something else to lord over your head, something else for him to be cocky about. “You want me to find someone to give you private lessons?”

“Close,” you say, mustering the brightest and happiest fucking expression you can, “I’d like you to give me private lessons. I want you to train me.”

The lieutenant’s eyes flash upwards.

Your hair is neatly tied up in a tight bun.

Y’all have no idea how weird it is to write “Lieutenant Levi.” I loathe it.

Also, this is my first time writing in second person. Lots of firsts here, folks.

Please review, your comments are my source of life.

#aot #attack on titan #levi x reader #snk #aot x reader #snk x reader #levi ackerman

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olderthannetfic · 3 years

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[Is the end nigh anon]

I never actually got around to trying discord until recently, mostly because i had a feeling it wouldnt work for me. But then i saw that post of yours about the emergence of ao3 and went to #8(/#9 im sorry)’s blog and found all these guides to set up your own site, encouraging you to learn html and lean into the small web. And ive started trying to learn, but in the meantime i figured id give discord a try as well, since that seems pretty similar to the closed groups of LJ and ye ol internet even before.

And boy oh boy is it not for me. Maybe i just stumbled upon the wrong places but… theres always this “in” feel to them, which of course there would be, theyre basically huge whatsapp groupchats, but with people i dont know. I barely have the energy to be active on groupchats with friends i know and love and know irl and have a history with, i definitely cant be active enough to remain “in the know” in a discord server. This duscussion thread format requires so much energy, and im more of a lurker. I send asks and add onto my reblogs sometimes and stuff like that, but definitely am not in any circles where fandom is conducted privately and nor would i have the energy to be.

Having to use that kind of format as main fandom-format would take it out of me so badly… i understand that with users being the products and the constant exposure, it does seem natural to seek out more closed private places. But i honestly feel discord is not the place for it, at least to me. Everything moves way too fast and the cliques are the last nail for me. If i was interested in social hierarchy i wouldve stayed on instagram. The fact that tumblr is as anonymous as you want it to be and has no follower/likes chasing is the main reason why i love it (besides the familiarity and everything). I understand this is not everyone’s experience, but my dash is curated to death, i never see any bullshit, so to me this space does feel intimate and cozy as well (i guess without chatrooms, but i dont really feel that loss) and im a strong beliver in blocking.

I feel like discord is too careless and borne of modern understanding of internet social spaces, if that makes sense. I feel like closed, more private formats of interacting with fandom would also require more “care”? For example, having your own site, maintaining it, modifing it, lovingly adding to the content, the layout, eveything, theres this “tending to” vibe, which i feel encourages bringing in this vibe into fandom interactions themselves, as opposed to the fast, impossible to catch up with, catty or careless vibe of discord. Yea, the internet goes at breakneck speed and were just along for the ride, but at least in a public space like tumblr that feels manageable.

I do think that to thrive fandom requires being able to take a break without having to suffer the cost of being left behind. And sure, i guess that would work if your server is with people youre friends with, but how often does that happen and how lucky would you have to be.

Feel free to take any and all of my run on sentances as questions, this ended up being ranty.

I don't think it's entirely luck, but yes, making discord not be like what you describe does require a very particular kind of group and management.

The biggest thing I've seen, historically, in platform changes is that the people who make spaces or who are the sparkly, obvious people other people trail behind are fine. They go make a new place.

But the rest of the population may or may not be able to follow. It's not always exclusion from a private discord or anything. Often, it's more like the LJ-->Tumblr move. A lot of people were left behind because it's simply too visual here.

Different formats appeal to different types. I've come to enjoy tumblr, but it was quite unpleasant at first.

One reality of fandom is that there is always social hierarchy. People have asked me "Why do you reblog so-and-so so much???" and the answer is generally two things: 1. that person literally sends me their posts (which requires a certain level of bravery or chutzpah) and/or 2. I know them (from cons, from LJ in 2005, from them sending me private chat messages a lot, from them being highly visibly active like I am over a long period of time, etc.). The times we think there isn't social hierarchy are when either we are the one in the clique or those invisible ties between other users are not perceptible.

But scratch the surface--by having to move platforms, for example--and all kinds of social connections and fault lines will show.

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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I love your writing can we get a part 2 of red entirnity I really want to see what happens next

Tw: female reader, non-con, implied non - con, implied somnophilia, hints of misogyny, slight mention of military, stepcest, love/hate dynamic, possessive/obsessive behavior, angst

Some days were longer than others. The previously spacious and bright room now seemed so tiny and suffocating, maybe because someone else held the key to it. Back in time when you could leave anytime you wanted you always found an excuse to stay at the castle and now that you were stuck there, you wished to see the outside world so badly, if only just to take a breath and feel the warm sun on your skin.

You realized early on there really wasn’t much to do in your room. You used to hate all the stupid fancy meetings and tea ceremonies, the unnecessary small talk with people whose names you didn’t even know and the uncomfortable tight dresses you had to wear, but now you actually missed them. Ever since your step – brother took over the palace lost its usual spark, gleam and joy. There wasn’t time nor money to spare for lavish balls or elegant midnight parties now that Phillip was focusing all his energy and the state treasury on military training, soldier camps and troops. Apparently he was preparing to attack the South.

You used to be interested in the geopolitics of your kingdom, but there was no point in keeping up anymore. The three guards seated in front of your door at all times refused to tell you any details about the country’s situation and the former prince stopped by too rarely for you to be able to piece any information together. And even then, when the all-mighty found time to actually come and visit you, it usually led to catty fights and heated arguments, and you would be damned if you were to show interest in his daily life as a ruler. But these conversations weren’t your biggest issue with the new lifestyle you had been forced into. Sure, you weren’t allowed to talk to your friends and simply mentioning the duke’s name set the monarch off into terrifying yet childish fits of rage. You couldn’t take a part in the decision – making for the country you had sworn to protect on your mother’s deathbed, your fiancé could be sent off to war and you wouldn’t be able to bat an eye. You couldn’t speak to another human being or even move around the room without it being reported to the king. And yet the scariest part of your confinement laid somewhere else.

It was the absolute power in your brother’s bloody hands and the knowledge he could do anything he wanted with the snap of his slender fingers. You could hear his loud footsteps as he entered your room late at night, drunk and angry, desperate for human warmth. The daunting hulking sound of the silver keys unlocking the latch echoing, the only thing separating you from your worst nightmare. He would walk slowly, agonizingly so. The king would first stroke your hair gently and brush it aside to expose your neck, just so he could make sure the crimson red marks were still present on your soft skin, then he would make new ones anyways, licking and biting the bruised flesh. His next move was always fast and aggressive, his open mouth on yours just for a second before he sunk his sharp teeth into your sweet lips. Phillip smelled of cigarettes, wood and rich mead, his touch felt so hot and piercing with his big sweaty hands on your bare back once he had ripped through another satin nightgown. Some nights you kept your eyes closed and held the tears back, pretending to be asleep in desperate hopes for the pain to end quicker. Other nights the moon was too bright, the music from the nearby village too loud and too similar to the tunes in your memories, and you just couldn’t stop your cries. The prince didn’t seem to mind your pitiful sobs though, quite the opposite, they always seemed to stir him up into rough kisses and breathless moans.

“Now that I have taken your only token of worth you belong to me, princess.” Phillip had whispered cruelly the first time he touched you, back when you were still fighting and shouting at the top of your lungs, so keen on letting the others know just how cruel their ruler was. You should have known that the knights’ undying loyalty was too strong to shake, especially when the victim was already so useless and pathetic, or so everyone thought of you. “You are going to spend the rest of your life hidden in the castle like a withering flower but you will remain mine until your very last breath.” The king had hissed under his breath and tugged at your hair as he had thrust into your heat over and over again. You had been too tired and overwhelmed to protest the spiteful threats falling from the man’s mouth with every harsh move against your cervix. Your fists were rubbing at your puffy red eyes, full with unshed tears, your throat felt raw from the miserable screams. “I won’t let anyone steal you away from me, princess, I’d rather die.” The man had blabbered incoherently while kissing your swollen red lips hungrily, like a starved beast in front of a lamb.

You couldn’t recall his last whisper before he finished in your tight channel, leaving you thoroughly used and abused, alone in the darkness and sick to your stomach with a small stream of fresh blood falling down your thigh, but you remembered the way his voice broke at the end and the salty taste on your tongue. Thinking back you could hear his words clearly in your head. “I don’t know whether I love you or hate you.” Phillip had stated coldly upon closing the door, then, just for a split second, he had turned to look you in the eyes. “What I know for sure is that I can’t stop my heart from wanting you.”

And for once, you weren’t the only one crying.

#yandere #yandere oneshot #male yandere x reader #yandere smut #male yandere #yandere male x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yancore #male yandere x you #yandere x you #yandere concept

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hypmic-writings · 3 years

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Cute café date with Saburo x Reader + Ichiro and Jiro secretly helping saburo because he is nervous for his first date 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

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Characters: Saburo Yamda x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,574

A/N: As always, I’m incapable of keeping it short and sweet. I actually really love writing out scenes with the three Yamada brothers all together, it’s always catty and fun. The teasing reminds me of my sisters haha anyways, this was super cute and Saburo deserves the world! Hope you enjoy~

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“Would you just leave me alone already!” Saburo growled, pushing Jiro’s hand away from him. Jiro put a hand over his heart, offended while Ichiro simply smiled and reached out to rub Saburo’s hair.

“Come on, Saburo, he’s just tryna help,” Ichiro said, happily. Saburo muttered under his breath that he didn’t care, but Ichiro ignored him. “Besides, what kind of brothers would we be if we didn’t help our baby bro on his first date?” Ichiro asked, grinning widely. Saburo started and looked away, not wanting to meet Ichiro’s eyes as the lightest shade of pink came to his cheeks.

“It’s just lunch at a café…it’s barely even a date,” Saburo grumbled.

“Here, you should wear this jacket,” Ichiro said, handing Saburo one of his nicer jackets. Saburo looked at it for a moment and then his eyes widened.

“Isn’t this your lucky jacket, nii-san? Is it okay that I wear it?” he asked, hoping Ichiro would say yes.

“Yea, of course it is. I gave it to you, didn’t I?” he said, smiling down at his brother. Saburo happily put on the jacket and looked at himself in the mirror with a small smile. Suddenly, Jiro threw his arm over Saburo, making the younger brother let out a groan, his smile quickly disappearing.

“Aww, they grow up so fast!” he said, pulling on Saburo’s cheek. “Here, let me give you a few pointers for your date, okay?”

“Get off me!” Saburo shouted, pushing Jiro away, but Jiro wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t eat anything messy like a burger…get something you can share! That way it’s more romantic,” Jiro said, waving a finger at Saburo. The latter groaned, continuing to try to push Jiro away.

“Don’t touch me! And don’t pretend like you know what you’re doing!” Saburo shouted.

“It’s surprising anyone would want to date you though,” Jiro teased. “Isn’t young love supposed to be romantic? Have you even held hands with them yet?” he said, practically putting Saburo in a headlock. Saburo managed to duck out from under Jiro’s grip before punching him in the arm.

“You’re too stupid to know anything about that! And you’re too old, grandpa!” Saburo shouted.

“Hey, I’m not that much older than you!” Jiro shouted back. “And I’ve been asked out on plenty of dates! Girls love me!” he defended himself. Saburo gave him a smirk and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? Then how come you’re too afraid to talk to any of them?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“I just don’t have time to go on dates! I’m busy with soccer! And…school!” Jiro shouted waving his arms.

“Then how come you’re still failing all your classes?” Saburo sneered. Jiro scowled and reached over in an attempt to fight his brother.

“You shouldn’t disrespect your elders like that!” Jiro hissed, as the two began to tussle. Ichiro easily stepped in between the two and pulled them apart.

“Alright, alright, stop fighting, would ya? Saburo, go finish getting ready otherwise you’re gonna be late,” Ichiro scolded him. Saburo smiled at his brother and nodded.

“Thanks, Ichi-nii!” he said, ignoring Jiro as he turned to leave the room.

“Seriously, how did that jerk get a date before I did,” Jiro whispered, moving to walk out after Saburo, but being stopped by Ichiro.

“Just let him go, he’s probably nervous for the date,” the eldest brother chuckled. Jiro raised an eyebrow and lifted his arms up.

“So that’s it? We’re just gonna let him go on a date like that?” he asked, slightly let down.

“What? Of course not, we’re following them to the restaurant,” Ichiro said, as if it was common knowledge. Jiro grinned slyly and nodded, clapping his hands together.

“Perfect,” Jiro grinned.

* * *

You glanced around the café as you walked in, noting the modern décor and homey feel. To say that you were nervous was an understatement – it had taken all of your courage to ask Saburo out for a lunch date and you had still been surprised when he had agreed.

“Y/N,” a voice called out to you. Turning towards it, you saw Saburo waving to you from where he was seated at one of the high tables. You shot him a smile and a small wave as you made your way over.

“Hey Saburo,” you said, settling into your seat. “Thanks for meeting me here.”

“Yea…uh…thanks for inviting me,” Saburo said, unable to meet your gaze.

Unbeknownst to you, Saburo might have been more nervous than you were in that moment. He had told his brothers that the date wasn’t a big deal, but it was more important to him than he cared to let on. He had had a crush on you since elementary school, and the fact that you were the one that ended up asking him out sent his head (and his heart reeling).

“Of course,” you smiled. “I thought it would be fun to spend some more time together,” you admitted, fingering the menu in front of you.

“Yea that would be…uh, I mean I would like that too,” Saburo struggled, trying to find the right words to say.

He didn’t understand, it was always so easy to talk to you at school. Perhaps it was because he always thought of you as a friend then, and the two of you had never been alone. Why was it always so difficult for him to talk to people?

“I really like your jacket! It looks cool,” you said, pointing at it. Saburo quickly looked down, patting his jacket as if he forgot he was wearing it.

“What? Oh, yea…uh, thanks, it’s my brother’s. He just let me borrow it,” he told you, internally berating himself for not just passing it off as his own. You had admired it though, and your words were enough to send his heart racing.

“Oh, that’s so cool!,” you said with a smile. After a brief moment of awkward silence you pointed at the menu. “Did you look at the menu yet?” you asked, glancing over at him. Saburo shook his head, quickly grabbing the menu and hiding behind it so that you couldn’t see his flustered face.

“Um, not yet,” he nervously said. “What if we…um…shared something?” he asked, hoping that you couldn’t hear how unstable his voice was.

“That would be fine! Do you wanna share some fries? Or maybe some pasta?” you asked. Saburo let out a small sigh, and for the first time in his life, silently thanked Jiro as he placed the menu down and nodded.

“Yea, I’d like that,” he said, a shaky smile at his lips.

You had to admit, your nerves were washing away as you noticed that Saburo was nervous as well. You knew that he wasn’t the best around people he didn’t know, saying off-putting things or declaring himself superior. And yet, it was somehow cute that he was stumbling over his words. He was a genius-type and yet he was pink in the cheeks from a simple compliment

“Okay, let’s share pasta then,” you decided with a nod, setting down your menu. You watched Saburo play with his fingers before finally deciding that he had been tormented long enough. “So, you’re in the computer club at school, right? Is it fun? I was thinking of joining,” you said, dreamily.

Immediately, Saburo’s posture changed as he sat up straighter in his chair and frowned.

“Yea I am, but you shouldn’t join! Nobody in that club knows the first thing about computers! In fact, there was this one guy…” Saburo began, continuing on to tell you all about the computer club and how both he and you were far too good for the others in that club.

You smiled as you listened to him talk, always admiring how much passion he held for the things he enjoyed doing. It was never off-putting to you, it just showed he had drive to accomplish things. The date progressed on with the two of you taking turns telling stories and asking questions.

“Is it true that you competed in the Division Rap Battle?” you asked, the question burning in your mind. Saburo smirked smugly and leaned back in his chair with a shrug.

“Yea, I competed with my brothers. It was pretty cool,” he said, haughtily. He caught himself though, clearing his throat before crossing his arms. “I mean, we didn’t win, but it was really close. And we’re definitely gonna win in the next one!” he proclaimed with a nod.

“I’m sure you will!” you said. “My parents wouldn’t let me go to the last rap battle, but I’m really looking forward to the next one…maybe I can go and cheer you on against the Nagoya division,” you proposed, feeling slightly anxious. You hoped you hadn’t come on too strong as you softly smiled at Saburo.

“Oh, uh, yea! Yea, that would be really cool,” Saburo said, pleasantly surprised that you would want to come and root for him. “I’d like that,” he admitted, looking away from you. You smiled at his words though and nodded.

“Okay, it’s a deal then. The next time you guys represent Ikebukero, I’ll be there to cheer you on,” you said, holding out your hand as if to solidify the deal. Saburo glanced at your hand for a moment before allowing himself a small smile.

“Yea. It’s a deal,” he said, taking your hand and shaking it with another small blush.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #saburo #saburo yamada #saburo x reader #saburo yamada x reader #imagines #drabbles #scenarios #hypmic imagines #hypmic scenarios #hypmic drabbles #hypnosis mic imagines #hypnosis mic drabbles #hypnosis mic scenarios #hypnosis microphone imagines #hypnosis microphone drabbles #hypnosis microphone scenarios

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fellcharas · 3 years

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my deltarune theory(ies?)

DISCLAIMER: i am not an actual theorist and i wrote this all from memory! this is taking into consideration the possibility that chara is involved in the making of deltarune (1, 2) as well as other widely believed theories (gaster being involved)

putting a read more because this shit is LONG so buckle up

start with the basics?

something i was thinking about last night is how it’s interesting that we don’t know very much about susie’s home life or her reason for being “the bully.” while there are certainly hints that point to it not being great at all, there’s nothing directly confirming what it’s like.

however something that many people have pointed out is that through the numerous odd similarities deltarune and undertale have, there is the clam girl. for those who don’t know, clam girl is a NPC that you encounter if your game’s fun value is between 80 and 89 and you’re not playing a no mercy route. she talks of her neighbor’s daughter, suzy, and tells frisk that they should become friends with her. but she notes the fact that frisk would have no idea where suzy is yet fate will find a way for them to meet.

in the true pacifist epilogue of undertale with a fun value of 81, clam girl explains that the time frisk (or we, the players) will meet suzy is “fast approaching.” this specific term is yellow in text and her sprite becomes grayscale. then she abruptly vanishes, the noise as she does so being the same noise used for the mystery man and gaster follower 2 sprites when interacting with them. interestingly, her grayscale sprite is “spr_clam_goner”, not much different than goner kid. this dialogue was also added right before the release of deltarune.

so... who is suzy? while it is possible that suzy could just be susie with a different name for undertale’s sake, it’s also possible that suzy could be susie’s sister, likely younger. catty, returning from undertale, has a little sister in deltarune named catti. there isn’t much significance that i could add that would make it likely suzy is susie’s little sister other than this, but i felt it was worth mentioning so do with it what you will.

so... what else?

after interacting with clam girl, if you do the work necessary to access sans’ basement (or “lab”), you’ll be able to find a description of a photo inside one of the drawers that points out there are “three smiling people” with the text “don’t forget” written on it. this has been pointed out several times before due to the fact “don’t forget” is the deltarune song that plays at the end of ch1 (and ch2 although remixed?). if i recall correctly there is no other way of finding this flavor text except for interacting with clam girl. interesting.

lots of people believe that the covered machine in sans’ lab is a time machine. with sans’ many connections to gaster, it’s also possible that this could be a machine gaster made and had broken. it is said to be unfixable.

gaster is confirmed to have created the core. but i don’t believe this is what he fell into. it’s never specified what he fell into, just that it was his creation. so i believe that gaster fell into the time machine. and by taking entry number 17 into account, we are met with the possibility that the time machine might involve a black hole. fortunately for you guys black holes is a special interest of mine, so i can explain this easily.

basically, the anatomy of a black hole, or the structure, consists of the following:

event horizon

singularity

photon sphere

ergosphere

the event horizon of a black hole is the shadowy dark sphere that we see in images. it is a boundary in spacetime where gravity is so strong that nothing, not even light, can escape. once having crossed the event horizon, the nature of spacetime begins to deform, causing space’s usual three dimensions (length, width, height) to form only one dimension (movement forward) and time’s usual one dimension (into the future) to form three dimensions (past, present, and future). spacetime is what makes up our reality. remember this. and, as predicted by einstein’s theory of general relativity, mass bends spacetime (imagine our universe as a flat plane, and the mass of our earth causes a dip in the space underneath it), so a black hole’s mass warps spacetime so strongly that any direction you try to go in once having crossed the event horizon will lead you to the singularity. (at least... for a non-rotating, non-charged black hole.)

the singularity is a gravitational singularity, a region that may lie at the center of a black hole wherein the curvature/deformation of spacetime becomes infinite. because all black holes spin (due to their last moments as stars involving very fast rotational speeds), the singularity in a rotating black hole’s mathematics smears out to form a ring singularity (ringularity) that lies in the plane of rotation. in this case (as well as the case of a non-rotating black hole), the region has zero volume. and because of all of the black hole’s mass being held in this region, the singularity can be thought of as having infinite density. within a rotating black hole it is possible to avoid the singularity, and extending this solution as far as possible reveals the hypothetical possibility of exiting the black hole into a different spacetime (region of reality) with the black hole acting as a wormhole.

the photon sphere is a spherical boundary of zero thickness in which photons (elementary, electromagnetic radiation particles, associated with light) that move on tangents (the tangent line to a plane curve at a given point is the straight line that "just touches" the curve at that point) to that sphere would be trapped in a circular orbit about the black hole. while light can still escape from the photon sphere, any light that crosses the photon sphere on an inbound trajectory will be captured by the black hole.

lastly, the ergosphere is a region of spacetime found in rotating black holes in which it is impossible to stand still. basically, it’s like a whirlpool, and any object near the black hole will tend to start moving in the direction of rotation.

okay, so... what does this have to do with entry number 17?

WELL, here’s the dialogue from entry number 17. i’ll bold the key parts that i feel tie the possibility of this being a time machine to the time machine involving a black hole:

ENTRY NUMBER SEVENTEEN DARK DARKER YET DARKER THE DARKNESS KEEPS GROWING THE SHADOWS CUTTING DEEPER PHOTON READINGS NEGATIVE THIS NEXT EXPERIMENT SEEMS VERY VERY INTERESTING ... WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK

as you can probably tell by now, it’s possible that this description of growing darkness, no photons, is similar to that of what a black hole is like.

but why would gaster create a black hole as part of a time machine? well, my idea is that he didn’t mean to do so. he likely concentrated enough energy or mass that caused a black hole to accidentally form. this black hole would have been small in diameter, thus having an incredibly short lifespan, its evaporation being violent. this would have broken the machine entirely. however, for the sake of undertale being a video game, it’s understandable why sans (and possibly papyrus or alphys) would be okay and why the machine is still relatively in tact.

it’s unclear to me why gaster would want to make a time machine. because time travel in the sci-fi sense (involving the grandfather paradox) is likely impossible without breaking the fabric of our reality, this could also be explained for why it went so horribly wrong for gaster. and - fun fact - once you cross the event horizon, you are lost to the universe forever. every particle you are made of, every little bit of energy you hold within your existence, is lost to the outside universe. forever. this is called the black hole information paradox. however, realistically, those who are outside of the black hole will still remember you, but in gaster’s sense... i don’t think this is what happened.

it’s possible that gaster managed to avoid the singularity, if the black hole he crossed was rotational. however, because he couldn’t leave the black hole, he could have traveled to different points in spacetime. this is why he was shattered across time and space as his followers describe, because undertale confirms that within its world, this possible existence of a black hole allows for wormholes to exist.

but... but wait. no, no, no. we can’t think of undertale as space-time. why? because sans himself confirms that the continuum of undertale’s reality is a time-space continuum. he puts time before space, which could be intentional and thus swapping their roles. within undertale this means that time is 3-dimensional, explaining the existence of save points and the ability to reset and load. space, on the other hand, is 1-dimensional, meaning you can only ever go one way which is to the end of the game. even if you load previous save files, you’ll still end up finished.

so if gaster was shattered across time and space, it’s possible that he was also shattered beyond. it’s believed that he had some sense of awareness, that he found out he was in a game with multiple different timelines, thus starting his “experiment.” he created the blueprints for the determination extraction machine, and because it’s also widely believed that he and chara were in cahoots with each other, maybe gaster wanted to extract some of chara’s determination and make something for himself. and maybe he succeeded in some way, not by extracting chara’s but by making his own somehow. it’s unknown right now to me. (though if he acquired determination somehow, that would make sense if the mysteryman sprite was him, considering the weird markings or drippy things on his face as well as the general blob-like look.)

so this implies that deltarune’s reality is a time-space continuum as well?

yes. gaster was smart, brilliant even, but it’s likely he didn’t know much beyond the nature of his own reality. when creating deltarune he made the reality of its universe something similar to undertale’s, with 3-dimensional time and 1-dimensional space. if gaster had the determination or something more, enough to persist even as a remnant of a shattered being outside his own reality, then this makes sense as to how he’d be able to create deltarune. if he’s forgotten to everyone within the world of undertale, and (in some abstract way for the sake of kris, jevil, spamton and possibly others) known to nobody in deltarune, yet he created deltarune, he isn’t dead. he’s something else. he’s a god.

and this is why chara is in cahoots with him, even now.

see, chara has determination. they didn’t fall into the underground intentionally; they tripped (1, 2). given these facts and theories it’s likely that chara had determination, or hope, the ability to persevere and keep going no matter what. chara had a red soul like frisk’s, which is what made their essence attach to frisk’s body. that’s why they are tethered to us via name and stats and narration. and as we all know, the red soul symbolizes determination. power.

but while chara is very much their own person, they are still what their name was meant to imply: a character. chara reflects the will of the player; they are not the player theirself, they are their own person, but due to their attachment to frisk (and by extension, us) they act as a mirror for what we do in undertale. and sadly for them, gaster is much more powerful due to his circumstances. gaster is more like us than chara is.

and given deltarune’s theme of nobody’s choices mattering, nobody having any real control over what they do or say, if we take into consideration the fact that chara speaks in the no mercy route about destroying "this" world and "moving onto the next" and asking "when were [we] the one in control", then it’s clear that they have something to do with the theme of deltarune. chara has only ever wanted control, whether that be a good or bad thing is currently out if the question. they wanted control over their own life when they were alive in undertale, and now they want control over other people. anything they feel is a good thing for them to have control over, they will reach for it.

the gonermaker sequence in chapter 1 is abruptly cut off by someone who speaks VERY similarly to chara, in contrast to the person from before who we all agree is gaster (in both japanese and english, it is very chara-esque way of speaking). now, why is this called the gonermaker? my guess is because chara has been discarding all these vessels, making gaster’s experiment much more difficult to start off and get going.

all the gaster followers from undertale, including goner clam girl and goner kid, show up in deltarune. they are fully colored sprites. the only goner character who doesn’t show up in deltarune is the one WE create in chapter 1′s beginning sequence. and i think that’s because they are set up to reappear, at some point in one of deltarune’s future chapters.

so, chara has been discarding all of the vessels, all the followers, all the now-goners because they know that these people will never have control over their lives. as long as they are shallow vessels meant to worship and serve our (the players’) and gaster’s desires (to play a game and experiment, thereby affecting an entire world/universe), they have no autonomy over themselves. and this resonates with chara for a multitude of reasons we can tie back to undertale. they state that "no one can choose who they are in this world," because it’s true. no one can choose who they are. not in a world dominated by gods like us and gaster. and that’s why chara discards these vessels and characters who were probably once their own real persons, as a means of sparing them from what they lacked for theirself: control. and no matter what, even if chara didn’t interrupt, we would have still ended up as kris because again No One Can Choose Who They Are In This World. chara was making gaster’s sick joke plain and simple for us, that it applies to us in some way too.

so then... what’s the deal with spamton and jevil?

well, i think they are people who encountered gaster (this is widely believed anyway) and convinced themselves that they were significant for this knowledge that they are in a game, knowledge gaster told them of, driving them both insane and robbing them of who they were meant to be. and because nobody can choose who they are in deltarune, when they try to break free nothing changes or has a happy outcome, because it’s sadly just not possible to change your fate in deltarune.

this presumably-fact becomes clearer with spamton, though. and that’s why kris becomes so afraid, both at the end of spamton neo’s pacifist battle and his snowgrave battle. because kris can’t choose who they are, either. kris is like spamton, a puppet. a heart on a chain. they don’t have full control over who they are and trying to break free only hurts them more, as we see whenever they tear their soul out of their body and disable our input. but, maybe it’ll be different for kris, because they ARE the protagonist. but right now it feels like they’ve given up on the idea of having control over theirself. the only rebelling they do is work to open a dark fountain, thereby continuing the story of deltarune and, really, only helping us more in terms of playing the game.

and i mean, it’s also obvious that gaster holds influence over kris, too, considering the weird hidden encounters where you interact with something and see a man smiling or waving at you or giving you an egg. and this egg doesn’t change into a ball of trash like every other dark world item once you return to the light world. it stays the same. i can’t really remember the significance of eggs when it comes to gaster other than his whole existence being left as an Easter Egg but i do know that on the date with papyrus in undertale, there’s an egg on the side with the dating hub so, whether that’s there for funny points or lore is unknown, but interesting too.

i also want to say that i don’t think gaster and chara are being pitted against each other in terms of "these are 2 different types of gamers." while that would make sense simplistically, i feel like toby would be much more in depth and nuanced with it, as he usually is with his method of storytelling. because even though chara is kind of god-like, considering their death in undertale and their soul being the same as ours, leading to them being attached to us like some kind of angel (and angels have lots of significance in both undertale and deltarune), they’re still only a character and not at all on the level that gaster is.

i personally think gaster and chara are, on a more hidden level because toby isn’t being very direct at all with these two, meant to represent a different side of the "player vs character" perspective. and that’s something that undertale and deltarune have both tried to convey to us in the no mercy and snowgrave routes, but unfortunately in undertale’s case it was widely misinterpreted in both ways. i think it’s a bit more sensible to go about it this way, because gaster is not us, as in we don’t control him like we can other characters, and the symbolism of what he’s meant to represent is there.

ok, one last question: how did chara access wherever gaster’s in?

that part is still very foggy. i can’t come up with a definite reasoning, but for now i’ll take a wild guess and say that maybe chara grew tired of being a ghost with no real autonomy. maybe they decided they wanted to break free for theirself, and by doing this their essence became detached from frisk’s body (and by extension our control), thus causing them to be shattered similarly to gaster or winding up in the void gaster has. however that happened.

there’s a lot of uncanny resemblance between chara and kris, though, especially if this is the case. chara breaks free and winds up in the void with gaster, and kris realizes that breaking free for theirself may not be all that they think it’s meant to be. given spamton neo and all. aside from the fact that chara and kris look similar, have the same family (though in different universes of course), and strangely both have a sweet tooth, this is especially odd to me.

i can’t quite put it into words, but it feels like, to me at least, chara is very much present in the world of deltarune. and they share similarities with kris that are hard to ignore.

so that’s it, then.

for the most part... yes. a lot of the theories i’ve linked here and there explain things i agree with, so you can read them as you see fit. i especially recommend nochocolate’s posts on chara if you’re interested, such as the ambiguity of freedom in undertale (and, though this was never mentioned in their post, by extension now deltarune).

but. there is one character that seems to be involved in some (or a lot) of this. and that’s papyrus. the only problem is, i can’t figure out what’s going on.

at first glance papyrus is just a very charming guy. but you know, he’s actually a lot more mysterious than sans. he shares similarities to chara and flowey/asriel, and holds weird possible connections to gaster. he’s also the only major character from undertale (aside from asriel) who hasn’t made a physical appearance in deltarune. while checking sans and papyrus’ house will have you met with narration describing “a distant trousle of bones”, it’s worth noting that in chapter 2 it’s described as getting farther and farther away. so... why? is this world’s papyrus just shy, or is there a deeper reason?

again, i can’t tell what’s going on with papyrus, if there even is anything at all. but there’s a lot of weird and mysterious little oddities involving him that i don’t think are unintentional or accidental.

anyways... there. hoo boy. that’s my theory. or theories. i don’t really know. like i said, i’m not a theorist, i don’t know everything and i don’t expect any of this to be true. it’s just what makes sense to me. and it’s important that if you believe this, you also recognize that toby is the creator and he does what he thinks is best when it comes to the story of deltarune and the possible connections it has to undertale (even though toby’s said that the two have no connections, it’s not uncommon for him to be untruthful about things).

if you read all of this... thanks! let me know your thoughts!

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