#...that they forget about the other options...

[shadycheesecakellama]

This reply, istg 😂😂

As a side note, I ~love~ how vegans conveniently ignore that most of the cultures/countries on this planet are NOT the USA and do NOT use farming practices designed for capitalismaxxing.

In fact, there are a fucking multitude of places where humans and animals are symbiotic or the practices are, simply put, mindful.

Let us not forget that PETA thinks sheep shearing means skinning the sheep 🙄 my grandpa, a SHEPHERD who took his sheep from the plains to the mountains on a yearly basis and had to fight off fucking wolves and bears to protect them, used traditional metal shearing scissors and guess what? Worst that would happen was if the sheep got a little nick, similar to how you'd get a nick when you shave.

Here is a picture of what they look like, although the ones in the picture haven't been properly maintained and they're rusting. They're from a shop selling antiques, they're not being used, but when shearing scissors like these are used, they're darker in colour and oiled as well, and I've seen my grandpa add cloth on the handles to help with the grip and comfort.

Other points:

-leather is more sustainable and durable than vegan leather and more eco friendly to produce

-we do use most, if not all of the animal we consume (I'm talking about everyday people raising their own animals, happens literally everywhere)

-vegans options are not sustainable for everybody and some people have no choice

-nothing wrong with being vegan, just don't shove it down our throats

-please try and think about things from outside the point of view of a person living in a country where going to a shop to buy a vegan option is an option

how busy are you guys that you can't spend a few days sorting beetles?

[deepfrieddeltarunememes]

So apparently in the Weird Route if you choose "I'll play again"

Kris will sound mad and Susie will threaten to beat up whoever is stopping them from playing.

in other words:

[thewretched1999]

── .✦ i'm not in love, so don't forget it.

a/n: this is inspired by the song. i had it on loop while writing....god i lovelovelove vergil...ghhh ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| cw: none! it's all just fluff. wc: 1k

When Dante finally showed up again with Vergil in tow, he felt like a mystery to you. 

It seemed on the surface that he was nothing like V, who was so open and honest about everything when it came to you, from his thoughts to his feelings, all were whispered and confessed in the dark expressed with flowery words and shown through poems he’d come to associate with you.

Vergil wasn’t like that.

For the first few weeks he barely even looked your way, and when you tried to make idle conversation with him it felt like talking to a brick wall until he’d take his leave to go demon hunting with Dante as if they hadn’t spent months doing just that every damn day. You somehow didn't take offense because V’s words always rung in your head.

It was hard to forget about the man that you came to care for but even after he’d long been gone, replaced by a man in blue who’d treated you so coldly in the beginning--those feelings didn’t waver, merely adapted.

To your benefit, Vergil’s frigid and callous temperament didn’t last long. His front melted away rather quickly, actually.

Despite being nothing like V. Vergil couldn’t keep away, couldn’t force himself to forget the nights he’d spent with you as V, curled up on the ratty couch reading poems when there was nothing to do, but he couldn’t quite let himself accept that the love you had for him was still there.

He didn’t really know what to do with these feelings either. Couldn't decide whether to bottle them up or let himself explore them thoroughly this time, without the worry of his time running out.

Only when you two were alone would he let himself indulge in you just a little.

Some days he’d avoid you like the plague and on others he’d cling to you so tightly, never saying a word unless you tried to get up and leave when you thought he was asleep, and when he does open his mouth to speak all he mutters is a;

“Don’t.”

Before letting the room fall into silence again, keeping you crushed against the couch with your only option left being to let your hands run through his hair gently. At least until he senses Dante or Nero on their way. Only then does he shove you away and pretend like nothing happened.

Vergil says he doesn’t love you, but he lies to himself and to anyone who’ll ask. When his hand finds yours he’ll ignore the puzzled look on your face, when he holds the door open for you he’ll say it’s because he has manners. (He shuts the door in front of Dante, so you don’t know how true that is.)

…And when he takes you out under the guise of a hunt to slow dance with you in the forest, leaving only the fireflies and the stars above to bear witness, he won’t say anything at all.

It’s peaceful, when you two come together like lovers who’ve known each other for lifetimes, how he cradles you close to him so delicately, but it’s all so so confusing, his hand stays faithfully on the small of your back, whilst the other holds onto yours tenderly, most would never take Vergil for a romantic, but you know better.

“You didn’t have to bring me this far out.” You murmur, slightly pulling away from where you’d had your head resting against his shoulder to look up at him, to see how his eyes sparkle with something soft underneath the moonlight, pupils dilating before he looks away.

You smile. He was so obvious. 

“I thought it was a lovely place.” He mutters. He’s right, you suppose, it’s gorgeous, serene. 

“How did you even find this place?” You ask, his hand squeezes yours softly, and like always, it’s him who presses his forehead against yours.

“Does it matter?”

“No.” You hum. “I guess not.”

You pause, and something else piques your interest.

“I didn’t take you for the type to dance.” 

Vergil's lips press into a thin line. “I don’t.” 

Yet the way he moves so gracefully with you to the song playing from the little radio he’d brought quietly says otherwise, speaks as if he's done it for years. You don't poke fun or prod though, at least not yet, simply hum as if it were the most interesting thing you'd heard.

“I’m special then?” You ask teasingly, just to hear his answer.

There’s a ghost of a smile on his face, you know for everything Vergil is, everything he was, underneath all the ice he’s a man in love, you half expect him to deny it but he surprises you.

“You are.” He says.

You stay silent for a moment, wondering if you’d heard right, before you beam, grinning so widely and laughing so softly in disbelief he knows it’s not meant to mock, it’s why he doesn’t make a fuss.

“You admit it.” Your hand unravels from his only because he reluctantly lets it, rewarded when he feels the warm pressure of your hand as it comes up to cup his cheek gently, in which he leans into your touch almost instantly. Needy man.

The silence washes over you both again, but this time it’s not heavy with denial or unsaid words, only the calm that comes with acceptance and a new beginning. 

When he doesn’t look away from you, doesn’t deny that yes, he does feel something for you, something he’s yearned for all his life—you lean in to let your nose brush against his, his breath ghosts against yours, mingling for just a moment until finally his lips meet yours.

He doesn’t hide the affection he holds for you, it’s all consuming and heartachingly tender the way he lets you lead—and how wonderful it is to be reminded that you still feel the same. As if your feelings for him would have ever changed.

While yes, you may have loved V, you adore Vergil.

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Ralsei is the Literal Personification of Abandonment And Self-Esteem Issues - and it's all because Kris threw him away in their childhood.

Been a while since I've done a long-form essay on Ralsei Deltarune! Chapter 3 and 4 really blew the doors wide open on this guy - how he sees himself, how he relates to other darkners, his place in the prophecy (and his attempts to subvert it), how he echoes the goatlike Dreemurrs but isn't a carbon copy of them, and his relationship with Kris Dreemurr particularly, entirely divorced from the SOUL/player possessing them. I've been swirling it all in my head over the past two weeks, trying to figure out what it all says about him, alongside what scant knowledge was established in prior chapters.

This is the result: a thesis that will lay out my vision on who and what Ralsei truly is, why he's manifested in this way, why he dotes on Kris specifically, and how everything ties together to explain some of his more... questionable actions in the chapters we have so far. Altogether, I want to provide context for his actions in previous chapters, his beliefs about himself and darkner-kind in present chapters, and where the future chapters might take his character.

Buckle in, this is going to be a LONG one.

Part 1: "I just wonder what... being "Ralsei-like" even is...?"

Before Chapters 3 and 4 came out, the question of "Who or what is Ralsei" was a rather open-ended one. Concrete evidence was scant, and what little could be gleaned from optional dialogue or careful observation didn't shed much light on anything. For every point that indicated Ralsei was Kris's horned headband, another would refute that and suggest he was created whole cloth as a character for the player's enjoyment. Was he a naive, inexperienced youth struggling to deal with his friends' big emotions, or an uncaring gamemaster who was determined to keep events on the rails? Perhaps he was a creation of Gaster - a Goner, like those transient souls we sometimes see in Undertale if we're lucky. Or maybe he was a Titan Spawn, rebelling against his ordained purpose and using his knowledge for the forces of light.

With the new chapters, what we got instead was far more interesting and compelling than any of us could have possibly imagined. What we got... was a scared, lonely, sad boy, burdened with knowledge he didn't ask for, raised in isolation from anything approaching care or compassion, desperate for love and camaraderie but never feeling like he truly deserved it. Alone so long he doesn't know who or what he is, so conditioned by prophecy that he sees himself as little more than a playing piece on a board much grander and more important than himself.

Yet, for the sake of his friends and their happiness... he tries to defy the fate set out before him. Write a happier ending for them... but not for himself. Never for himself.

Because he's a darkner. And darkners don't matter.

Part 2: "Just forget about us and make some real friends."

You do not have to play Deltarune long to get a sense of how Ralsei sees himself in relation to lightners (See: literally anything he says to Kris - we'll visit this later on)... or, for that matter, how he sees darkners as a whole in relation to lightners. Everything is framed through this lens for him, even all the way back in chapter 1:

And chapter 2:

All of which culminates in the bombshell revelation at the beginning of Chapter 3 - Darkners are nothing more than inanimate objects given life by some sort of "meta-darkness", permitted to exist only in a liminal, "indistinct" state of being. For all intents and purposes, darkners are entirely imaginary... and Ralsei is entirely, painfully aware of that fact, even as he's explaining it to Kris and Susie.

Astute players will have noticed clues indicating this truth, and even that Ralsei himself has known about it this whole time - particularly when it comes to getting Kris to gather up all the objects in the Abandoned Classroom to bring back to his Castle Town.

However, the implications of this knowledge that Ralsei possessed, or whether it affected him in any capacity, weren't fully apparent until he tried to "console" Tenna at the end of chapter 3:

"Mr. Tenna… I… understand how you feel. To want to be… important. To be… useful. Perhaps… you might not be watched much anymore… But… that doesn't make you a failure, Tenna! You've brought smiles, light into Lightner's lives… to Kris's family and friends, for so long. So, there's nothing to be ashamed of.If… that ever comes to an end. Darkners.. all become obsolete eventually. But we aren't "real", Tenna. We shouldn't make Lightners worry about what happens to us. It'd just… make them unhappy, wouldn't it?"

This speech is, for want of a better term, a trainwreck. If it was intended to provide comfort and solace, it did the total opposite, and it was only thanks to Susie's timely intervention that Tenna was able to rally. But what it says about how Ralsei feels about his station as a darkner - as the Prince of the Dark, no less - speaks volumes. Stated plainly, he sees the relationship between lightners and darkners as a purely functional, transactional one, where darkners are destined to amuse, entertain and bring happiness to their lightner betters. Once they can no longer sustain that function, for whatever reason... it is then their destiny to be cast out, disposed of, left behind and forgotten. In fact, he goes further than this, implying that darkners as a whole should be GRATEFUL to have been useful in any capacity, and that they should not lament their fate, in case they upset the lightners they are supposed to serve.

To most anyone else, this would be a horrifying portrayal of existence - but to Ralsei, it is his lodestone, the guiding principle that informs his every action. A true darkner would be happy to have served so faithfully, so he thinks... it's not as if he or any of the others are real, in any case, so what they think doesn't even matter in the first place. He will be useful to his friends - his masters - for as long as he can serve, in whatever capacity he can serve.

And Ralsei will condemn himself to abject misery in order to do it.

Part 3: "If anyone's going to hurt... let it... just be me."

To call Ralsei "self-sacrificing" is a level of understatement that borders on the tragically comic. He constantly falls over himself offering his services to Kris and Susie, ensuring they are happy, trying to protect them from things that might make them sad. He sees Lancer "transform" into a stool ONCE, then takes that transformation for himself so he can be a literal object for his friends to use at their convenience - even when there's an actual perfectly usable stool nearby.

(For the record, I don't kinkshame. Go off prince!)

Want more? Okay - Ralsei is so preoccupied with making cakes for Kris and Susie, but has never even attempted to try one for himself - and is then ashamed at how much he enjoys it.

Still not convinced? Okay - Ralsei goes to all the trouble to create bespoke rooms for Kris and Susie in his castle, AND all the major chapter antagonists (except King lol), decorates them all to their occupants' liking... and then we stumble across his room in chapter 4 and it's completely empty. Not even a chair to sit on - Nothing except a small window looking out into the world.

Ah, but luckily, there IS something he feels like he deserves: pain. Physical pain, mental pain, emotional pain... he's such a glutton for punishment that he won't settle for his own pain, but put himself in ever-greater anguish for the sake of his friends... and smile while doing it.

He'll suffer the crushing burden of knowledge, the tragedy of the final prophecy, Kris and Susie thinking he's weird, the PLAYER thinking he's suspicious, being belittled, demeaned, looked down upon and ignored... he'll take it all upon his own shoulders, and not once dare to complain about it.

And for what? To risk alienating the very people he cares so much for? To risk Susie's anger and frustration at his constant pussyfooting around difficult subjects? To one day take on too much, to watch as his careful facade shatters and crumbles around him, to burn himself out so utterly that he ceases to be of any use to anyone?

Good thing he's friends with Susie, right?

...right?

Part 4: "How can she be so kind...? How...?"

Susie sets herself in opposition to Ralsei's worldview from the very start of their adventure, rejecting her status as a hero and walking off to do her own thing. She rebuffs his lofty speeches about "prophecies" and "purpose", choosing instead to trust in what her senses are telling her in the present moment.

And she has very little patience for his more... self-denying tendencies. She'll insist he's real to her and Kris at every turn, she'll pledge to get him furniture for his room and make it the most "bad-ass room in the castle". She'll cut over his "motivational" speech to Tenna and replace it with her own, insisting that "someone wants you" and "no-one's getting thrown away".

Even when faced with the inevitability of the Final Prophecy - the tragic ending that Ralsei has tried so hard to stop her from learning about - she refuses to bow to it, shattering it into a million pieces and reassuring him it won't ever come to pass - because they won't let it.

So it is that Susie's example sets a fire in Ralsei's heart. He finds himself endlessly inspired by her, not in spite of her crass, irreverent manner, but because of it. Everything she does, she does because she WANTS to, not because anyone told her to. And that fills Ralsei with hope - hope, however dim, that perhaps they can defy the cruel fate set out for them.

But hope alone isn't enough.

Part 5: "Darkners... all become obsolete eventually."

This line, taken from the aforementioned trainwreck of a rousing speech to Tenna, perfectly encapsulates everything that Ralsei believes about himself, about darkners in general, and about the way things must be. And it stabs right at the heart of his trauma.

Because he has already experienced it firsthand.

This is the point where we must venture into conjecture - everything I've established over the past few minutes has laid the groundwork for my theory on what Ralsei is, why he's the way he is, and how we might predict how he'll behave in future chapters.

Remember Toriel talking about Kris's old horned headband back in chapter 1? How they asked her when their horns would grow in? How they wore it for months, before it suddenly, mysteriously disappeared? Those horns played a role in Kris's life, and an important one at that - they helped to validate their feelings around their identity, allowed them to feel more akin to their adoptive family, more like a monster and less like... an outsider. To have lost or otherwise misplaced such a treasured object would be unthinkable.

Now... have you noticed the way that Ralsei will fawn over Kris specifically throughout their adventures together? How he'll doggedly follow in Kris's shadow no matter what they do or how they act? How he'll excuse them any behaviour, no matter if he'd rebuke another for that same behaviour? How he'll go out of his way to reassure them, console them? Validate their identity, their talents, their choices - to an almost obsessive degree?

Put these points side-by-side, and you start to see how they correlate with each other - how Ralsei's behavior in the present follows on from the headband's role in Kris's past. It is the strongest indication we have that Ralsei's light world object is more likely than not to be that very same horned headband. Indeed, the parallels between them are so strong that once you see them, it's almost impossible to believe otherwise. It neatly explains Ralsei's almost crush-like obsession with Kris, his need to validate their identity at all costs, and his acute embarrassment and joy at being seen as their equal.

But my assertion goes further than this anodyne observation: I assert that, at some point after wearing the headband for months, Kris realised that they were NEVER going to be a true monster, a true Dreemurr... that they'd always be shackled to their humanity, no matter what. And so, far from accidentally losing the headband, they made the conscious decision to throw it away once they realised the lie it represented. It had served its purpose, brought joy to a child who felt like they didn't belong... and then its purpose was used up, and it was discarded.

Abandoned.

At a stroke, this explains all of Ralsei's strange behaviours - his obsessive need to be useful, his almost-slavish devotion to the happiness of his lightner friends, his twisted and utilitarian views on darkner-kind, and his own catastrophic lack of self esteem. He is TERRIFIED of being abandoned again, and will do anything in his power to remain useful, to not become obsolete and unwanted... and yet at exactly the same time, he sees it as his inevitable fate. One day, his use will run out, and without warning he'll be cast back into obscurity. And try as he might, there is nothing Ralsei can do about it.

He failed in his purpose once before... and he could just as easily fail it again.

Part 6: "Hearing that from you... I might just..."

I've mentioned before that Susie attempts to counteract Ralsei's narrative that neither he nor the other darkners are "real", and that none of them really matter in the grand scheme of things. She loudly proclaims the opposite, any chance she gets, asserts her profound believe that Ralsei IS real, and that they ARE friends. And not just Ralsei - her concern and compassion extends to ALL darkners. It's sweet and touching, and brings the two of them closer together.

And none of it has any effect on Ralsei's view of the world whatsoever. To him, Susie's grand platitudes are just that - they can enkindle hope in his heart that their grim future can be averted, and they can bring comfort in a moment of insecurity... but they alone cannot heal his trauma. Because while he DOES desperately want to hear those words spoken to him, it's not Susie he wants to hear them from.

It's Kris.

And we know this because there are two instances where Kris CAN say something approaching those words to him - once in chapter 2's Acid Tunnel, where they can say "It's nice that Ralsei is Ralsei", and again in Chapter 4, upon discovering Ralsei's unfurnished room, they can say "Please be yourself". And the way he reacts in both instances is telling:

The takeaway here is that, no matter how ardently Susie proclaims and validates Ralsei's fundamental identity and existence, it won't be until Kris echoes that sentiment, freely and of their own volition, that he'll begin to truly believe it for himself. It has to come from Kris - the one who had once needed him to validate their own identity, before they unknowingly consigned him to loneliness and bereavement.

Perhaps at that point, Ralsei's trauma can finally begin to heal from the damage that was done to him.

Part 7: "My own desires. My own... fears."

So. Now that we've reached this point... where does Ralsei's character arc go from here? How can we use what we've built up here to try and anticipate where Chapter 5 might take him, and how his relationships with Kris, Susie, and everyone else will change as a result?

We see glimmers of what it could look like in his talk with Kris, discussing him coming to discover his own likes and dislikes, his own selfish desires... contrasted with the "hobbies" he took up just as a way to further serve his lightner friends, and the internal conflict he feels at such:

I don't really have any hobbies, or interests. Baking, sewing, singing... those are all just... things I thought to do... for you two. But recently... I'm starting to feel like... like I'm developing my own opinions. My own likes. My own dislikes. My own desires. My own... fears. ...please... tell me... should I... Should a... Darkner... be feeling like this?

Do I think this means he'll one day abandon the persona he's so carefully curated up to this point? No - rather, I believe he will iterate and build upon it. His edges may become a little coarser, but fundamentally he'll still be the same caring, considerate fluffy boy we all know and love.

But that isn't to say there won't be bumps in the road along the way.

I brought up Chapter 5 specifically because of a few interesting hints about what it will entail. In Susie's trial against Gerson, he mentions the events of each chapter we've run into up to this point, and also this hint for Chapter 5's content:

Now, most people will see this and infer that this "jealousy" will be from Asgore, upon discovering that Toriel has shacked up with Sans. And while I do believe he will have his part to play, allow me to add another potential point to consider: I think RALSEI will be the one to experience this burning jealousy for the first time - and in its newfound intensity, make a crucial mistake that could wind up making things worse down the line.

Jealousy that he cannot be at peace with his purpose like the other darkners seem to be.

Jealousy that it took him so long to realise he could start to be his own person, independent of the lightners.

Jealousy that Susie's healing capabilities are beginning to eclipse his own, his "unique talent".

Jealousy that he cannot have what everyone else takes for granted - a normal, carefree life.

Jealousy that Kris seems to prefer Susie over him.

I believe that chapter 5 will be the point in the story where Ralsei's sense of purpose and obligation crashes headlong into his new, burgeoning wants as his own person, and he'll finally begin to reckon with the events of his past... how he was loved and cherished only to be thrown away without warning. The sadness and the bewilderment of such a traumatic event... but also, the resentment, the bitterness.

What had I done wrong to deserve such treatment? Why did I have to suffer like this? Why couldn't I have been kept, even if just as a memento?

Why won't Kris look at me the way they look at Susie...?

How can I get them to see me the way they used to?

Why can't we go back to the way things were before?

And where else would such an epiphany take place but the very space where another person struggles with their own questions about the past, and where every flower is seemingly grown for the sole purpose of proving his undying love to his former partner, in the hope that things may one day go back to the way they were before...?

Indeed, once you see the parallels between Ralsei and Asgore, they're almost impossible to unsee. And the more I think about it, the more certain I become that this is where Ralsei's character arc is progressing towards - a reckoning with the past, a lamentation at the present... and a resentment that threatens to burn down the very future he's fought for so valiantly up to this point.

And oh, what an inferno it will create.

Closing Thoughts: "I want to believe... it can change!"

Ralsei is a character who has been largely misunderstood by the fandom at large for a long time. Part of my motivation for writing this essay was to help steer people towards a more nuanced understanding of his behaviours, his role in the story, his potential past and future, and his strange, almost limerent connection with Kris. The scenario I outlined in the previous part was an attempt to show what I believe would be the most interesting and compelling direction for his character to go in, based on everything that had been established in both the game and my speculation up to that point. I hope that I have succeeded on this point.

I should say right now, for the purposes of clearing up any potential misunderstandings: I don't believe this potential is in any way indicative that Ralsei's gonna turn "evil" - just that he's a young person suffering a great deal from immense trauma and crushing responsibility, who doesn't have much experience with people, or even his own feelings, and who has the potential to lose control at a crucial moment. That doesn't make him evil - it makes him a person.

Likewise with Kris "abandoning" Ralsei - that act doesn't make them evil. Indeed, how could they have possibly known the significance of that action prior to reuniting with him years later? How many precious toys have you thrown away in your lifetime, and does the act of doing so make you some kind of villain? Perhaps in a world where darkners have the potential to exist... but otherwise, the question is ridiculous and doesn't merit discussion.

I suppose what I wanted to achieve by writing this essay is to allow people to see in Ralsei what I see in him - a flawed, tragic character, struggling to make sense of himself and his place in the world; to love and trust people as he finds them, not as he wishes them to be; to have the courage and belief to let go of the injustices of the past, and to face the uncertain future without fear... wherever it may take him.

I see a great deal of my own prior struggles in Ralsei. It's why I strongly believe that, if not actually autistic, he has been written with autistic coding in mind - the masking, the people-pleasing, the lack of finer social mores... but those same traits that endear him to me seemed to repel a great many others. I don't want a repeat of the chapter 2 times, I don't want his character to be defined by a misunderstanding like it has been up to this point. I hope that, after reading this, you all feel the same way.

Thank you so much for reading <3

special thanks to @dawnthefluffyduck and @bleakoutlo for their input and suggestions! :D

[nobodyfamousposts]

It all started with a smoothie that went wrong. And not even in the normal ways a smoothie could go wrong.

It had been a good smoothie. Honestly one of the better ones she’d had. A nice mix of flavors with the added satisfaction of the fortune that brought everything together to create it.

Someone had left a pomegranate in her locker. No idea why. She checked around to see if it belonged to anyone. Maybe someone put it in her locker by mistake? Or if it was a gift, she at least wanted to know so she could thank them.

Sadly, no one knew. And no one else wanted it. Regardless, it felt a little sad to just leave it there. Not to mention wasteful. And Marinette hated wasting food. She was sure she could make something out of the fruit! Macarons? Tarts? Molasses? 

She was still debating the options when she happened upon an outdoor fruit stand. Which was rather unusual but not completely uncommon. And the nice man seemed to have some good stock to choose from, even if they weren’t in season yet. So she walked away with a fresh pear.

How lucky to get a pomegranate AND a pear? She was a little surprised to get them. Weren’t they supposed to be fall fruits? How were they even this fresh and ripe? It was still summer, after all.

Regardless, she took them home planning to make something out of them…only to forget about them for a couple of days until an all-nighter and a particularly rushed morning left her needing to make something quick for the go and she figured a smoothie would be good enough. Especially since she needed to eat them before they went bad. So chopped up and into the blender they went.

Which in retrospect, probably wasn’t the best idea.

In her defense, Marinette was very busy. Very busy and on an increasingly tight schedule. She had exams coming up, a report to right, and a commission she needed to complete, and a mock up she needed to start for her project—which was going to be evaluated by an outside panel of judges in an official setting, which she was completely unprepared for as it was. And if she thought she was unprepared for that, there was no way she was prepared for…this!

This being two unnatural but still very handsome men in her living room arguing with each other over which of them got to take her home. Which would sound very flattering and maybe enticing under most normal circumstances if the “Home“ in this case didn’t refer to places that weren’t even on earth. And that she had only vaguely heard of in stories that she was pretty sure weren’t real.

Or at least she HAD been sure before today. Will wonders ever cease?

Or maybe she was hallucinating?

“She ate the fruit of the Land of the Dead.” The blond one insisted, his voice rich and sending shivers down her spine in a rather intense and interesting way she hadn’t known could be a thing before. “That puts her under my jurisdiction.”

“I would disagree. She ate the fruit of the Wilds and thus is bound to my claim.” The blue—yes, blue haired man countered with a smile that would make her melt if not for the teeth. The unusual and sharp teeth.

Both of these men were otherworldly beings summoned apparently by her smoothie.

Both were also ridiculously hot.

And she absolutely did NOT have time for this!

“Look,” she interrupted their stare-off, bringing both gazes to her. “I’m late enough as it is. If you two could break and enter some other time, that would be wonderful.”

They both stared at her. And yes, she should be more concerned about these two (incredibly handsome) strangers in her apartment, but she was going to be late if she didn’t leave now and run—literally run to her first class as fast as possible.

She slipped on her shoes and grabbed her bags.

“Thanks! Don’t steal my stuff—you probably can’t use it anyway. Bye!” She called as she left.

The door shut behind her, leaving the two men behind in silence and a now empty apartment.

“Did she just leave us?” Asked His Majesty Thanatos, God of Death, Judge of Souls, and the current Ruler of the Underworld.

“So it would seem.” Replied The Erlking, Lord of the Wilds, King of Fae, and current Ruler of Underhill.

The two sized each other up while considering their position and options. It would be difficult to continue the argument without the subject present. Though it was quite off-putting that she would simply leave when they were in the midst of such an important battle to determine her future.

At this point, it appeared there was little more to do but wait. That was fine.

They were nothing if not patient after all…

Somehow, some way, a human managed to acquire both a pomegranate from the underworld and fruit from the realm of the Fae, then made a smoothie out of them. Now, Hades and the Fae are in a fierce argument regarding who the human belongs to.

[pxpecxdy]

Mel!! I need to speak to someone about my beloved pope!!

Any head cannons (sexy or not idc) bouncing around that big brain of yours that you feel like sharing?

I just love him sm and I love the way you write for him 💕

Ahhh thank you that's so sweet!!! Been feeling a bit self conscious about my characterization and writing lately so tis really made me feel better

In no particular order

He is dead serious about stretching you on his fingers before anything. The first time you two fucked he didn't and he truly hated himself when you said you were sore afterwards

Love grocery shopping. Everything is always in the same place. It all has a perfect spot that blends with the others. When layout changes happen at his favorite place, his mood is soured (definitely not self projecting here....)

Sleeps either completely nude or fully dressed. There is no in-between.

He will "forget" to go to the pharmacy to pick up your birth control

I really wish I had some music headcanons but it has eluded me since I first watched the show

He's into more modest lingerie. There's something about seeing you in a cute little cotton babydoll nightie. He hates trying to shop for you because the associates always bring him lacy revealing options

Ala "girls like shiny things" he's stealing trinkets on the job for you if there's no jewelry. Its never anything of true value but things like an ornate paper weight or cute figurine

Flowers are left at your door. They're never delivered and you know because there's a handwritten letter each time

[panpanghost]

_"Macaque! Grab my hand!" Monkey King yelled, holding the staff that was buried in the ground with one hand, and reaching out to Macaque with the other.

Macaque took a look at Wukong's hand then back at the portal that was about to suck him in, there was a small moment of a bad memory sneaking in but he shook it off.

That last enemy was petty enough to turn his body into a portal to a black hole when they realised they lost. Macaque managed to get MK out of the way just in time, but now he's stuck.

If he let go of his staff and goes inside the shadows, he won't be fast enough and he'll be sucked in. If he opens a portal, he might not be able to do it at the right time, or it could get destroyed by the black hole.

So his only options are either taking Wukong's hand and hope he doesn't let go or take the bargain and open his own portal.

Well... a portal it is.

And just like that, Macaque let go and jumped straight towards the black hole.

_"MACAQUE!" Wukong didn't think, as usual, his body acted first and jumped towards the other monkey.

In a blink, Macaque miraculously managed to open a portal and avoid his and Wukong's death.

They fell behind MK, with Wukong holding Macaque and protecting him with his body.

It took a few more seconds before the magical energy in the portal ended and it finally closed.

_"Monkey king! Macaque! Are you ok!?" MK, glad to be able to move again, ran to the ancient monkeys.

_"We're ok. How about you? Are you hurt." Macaque pushed Wukong away and stood up to check on the kid.

_"No I'm fine, you saved me, thank you!"

_"Just another day of me being awesome."

_"Monkey ki-"

_"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!?" MK was interrupted by a very angry King.

_"Oh please great sage, shower us with your wisdom!" Macaque answered sarcasticaly, he doesn't know what that idiot is talking about but he certainly won't be his punching bag.

_"Why didn't you grab my hand!? I was right there!"

_"Ha!" Macaque let out a fake laugh, but the king wasn't laughing so he must be serious, "Wait, you're actually asking me that?" Macaque said, half heartedly.

_"I could've saved you! What were you thinking jumping into that black hole!? Have you finally lost your mind!?"

_"No but clearly you have! What on earth made you think I'd rely on YOU to save me!? You can play hero all you want with everyone else but don't you dare play these games with me! I don't need you! I never did and I never will! So drop the act and unless your next words are 'thank you for saving me' then you better keep your mouth shut!" Macaque, for the first time in a long time, blew up at Wukong.

There was a moment of silence afterwards, the air suddenly became much thicker and colder. Macaque was angry, glaring at Wukong clearly daring him to open his mouth again. Wukong was glaring back, on the outside it looked like he was about to start a fight, on the inside, he was fighting back his tears, Macaque's words cut him deeper than he'll ever admit. And MK, the poor kid, didn't know how to defuse the situation.

_"Guys come on-" MK tried to stop the fight before it starts.

_"*sigh* forget it kid. I'm leaving. Call me if you need me." Macaque said and turned away, Wukong isn't worth it. He already wasted enough time on him today.

_"Wait where are you going?" MK tried to stop Macaque from leaving.

Macaque didn't answer, he just opened a portal and disappeared.

_"Leave him. It's been a long day. Go home and get some rest kiddo." Wukong put his hand on MK shoulder.

_"But-"

_"It's ok. Just give it time." Wukong said and walked away.

(I just want them to suffer. I want my I-will-never-trust-you-to-save-me Macaque and I-will-save-you-please-trust-me Wukong in my life. So I made it.

That's all. O.O)

[propheticclown]

CLASSPECTING DELTARUNE CHARACTERS GRAHHHHHHH

WARNING: OBVIOUS SPOILERS FOR DELTARUNE AHEAD!!! Note: This post will only cover the Main Trio and some Lightners. Let me know if you want this to be a multipart series for Darkners as well!

Susie: While it is a BIT controversial to say she's anything but a Rage Player, I don't think that she is. A lot of people Classpect her as a Knight of Rage but forget a fundamental part of Knight as a Class, which is that they act like they don't care about their Aspect. Dave as a Knight of Time seems like a cool, mellow dude who just wants to be chill and pass the time with relaxing, when in reality, he's the most organized, punctual Beta Kid who is constantly worried about how he spends his time. Karkat as a Knight of Blood acts like he doesn't care about his friends and just wants to be a big bad scary leader when in reality, he cries over literally minor inconvenience about his friends. A Knight becomes fully realized once they embrace that side of them that they seem to not care about. Susie is very open about her anger and shame, which is not what a Knight of Rage would do. Y'know what she is hesitant about? Being a hero. Being anything OTHER than a angry teen. Her development in Chapter 4 where she finally starts to embrace the prophecy and the ideals it lays before her are when we see her at her healthiest (before it comes crashing down because of the final piece of the prophecy but we can ignore that). For that reason, I truly believe that she WOULD be a knight. But a KNIGHT OF HOPE! Not a Knight of Rage. Ralsei: I feel like this is pretty obvious. Everyone agrees that he's a Void player of some kind. Prince of Darkness. Makes sense. Obviously he is not a Prince of Void though. In my opinion, I think he's a SYLPH OF VOID, just for basic kinda reasons. Sylph is a healer class that blabs about their aspect, Ralsei is a healer who constantly blabs about the roles Darkners are supposed to play. Void is all about obscuring information and hierarchies, Ralsei constantly obscures information from Kris and Susie while deeming himself to be lower than them because he's a Darkner. Pretty cut and dry for me, although I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. THE PLAYER (NORMAL ROUTE): To me, the player seems like a SEER OF BLOOD simply because they can see all possible options laid before them whilst also actively benefiting the relationships of people Kris is close to. Also being connected to Kris and well, Blood is all about connections. And because everyone on tumblr has played Deltarune and name me ONE person on this website who doesn't do the "holier than thou" shit that Kankri does.

THE PLAYER (WEIRD ROUTE): Now, on the other hand, the player on the weird route is actively destroying all of Kris' relationships for the sake of cultivating their relationship with Noelle in a sick and fucked up way. As such, weird route player is a PRINCE OF BLOOD instead, not to mention that Prince of Blood not only destroys connections but destroys WITH connections and I mean, we did force Noelle to destroy Berdly.

(Not me though because I've never played the Weird Route so haha) Noelle Holiday: Speaking of Noelle, I wanted to talk about her development as a character as her whole character arc revolves around her cowardice and being able to become brave enough to stand up to people, whether that be in the Normal or Weird route, so her classpect doesn't change like the player's. This is gonna sound a bit odd but I think Noelle would be an HEIR OF RAGE. Heir's start off not having their aspect and then gaining it through means of progression of the story. Noelle is a character who is constantly oppressed by the people around her, never being able to speak her own mind. It's only at the end of Chapter 2 that Noelle is finally able to stand up for herself and challenge the ideals of Queen, which is something a Rage Player would do. Not to mention that her during the Weird Route is all about giving up her control, which is what an unrealized Rage Player would do in the first place. On top of that, her and another Rage Player, REALLY love strangling.

Erm... Burghley???: Jokes aside, Berdly is probably the easiest character in Deltarune to Classpect. He's a pompous jackass who uses his intelligence to garner validation and relevance. That man is the most LIGHTEST of LIGHT players. But what class would he be? Hmm? Oh so difficult, I imagine you saying to yourself. Easy. He's a Mage. Mages are described as someone who benefits themselves with knowledge pertaining to their aspect. And oh boy does that bird love to use his knowledge of ...knowledge to benefit himself. Not to mention that Mages also only half have their aspect and aren't able to fully acquire it in the beginning of their arc (Ex. Sollux continually "half-dying" never actually meeting his DOOM, Meulin constantly using escapism and entering a toxic relationship with Horuss to avoid accepting what her HEART actually wants), which would not only explain his lack of friends (aka relevancy and attention) in the normal route, as well as him being cast aside entirely in the weird route. Also it ties into his arc in Chapter 2 about embracing ignorance, which would technically make him go Grimdark within the Homestuck world. So yeah, Berdly is a MAGE OF LIGHT! Kris Dreemurr: Now, I know what you are all expecting me to say. "They're a Prince of Heart, bye bye have a great time". Hot take incoming: I don't think Kris is a Prince of Heart at all. Not because they don't have care about their self expression and identity, not at all. That's a very prominent part of Kris' character, but because... a Prince of Heart's whole thing is destroying Heart or destroying through Heart. Kris' actively helps people gain their motivation to do what they're destined to do, whilst also destroying the motivation of enemies to fight in the first place through non-violent methods. Hmm, so we're looking for a Classpect that harbors an overabundance of shame and isolation from society, internally angry but doesn't express it unless it REALLY annoys them, builds up the motivation of their allies whilst also destroying the motivation of others through ACTing/making them giving up on their motivation through FIGHTing, ON TOP OF KEEPING SECRETS FROM THE WATCHER AND WORKING WITH THE MAIN ANTAGONIST!!!. Man, if only there was a Classpect like that. Oh wait there is- THEY'RE A PRINCE OF RAGE! Kris is a PRINCE OF RAGE! I know. I know. Extremely odd take but look at them! I just stated all things that make a Prince of Rage and Kris fits every box as opposed to Prince of Heart, which I'm only convinced people classpect them as because they dislike us as the player controlling their body and we just so happen to be in the shape of a heart. But even then, severing connections is not a Prince of Heart thing. That's a Prince of Blood thing, and considering that Kris actively is attempting to keep their friends incredibly close to them and is attempting to reunite their entire family to be like how it was in the past, I don't think Prince of Blood fits the bill. But hey, you know what an extremely unhealthy attachment to the people they love, which they cultivate by either doing extremely life threatening things or manipulation of the people they love DOES fit the bill for? That's RIGHT! Prince of Rage! Because that is EXACTLY what Kurloz does with Meulin. IN FACT! A LOT OF PARALLELS EXIST WITH KRIS AND KURLOZ!!! ESPECIALLY WITH THE RELEASES OF CHAPTER 3 AND 4, which makes sense when you consider that Toby Fox helped with the creation of the Alpha Trolls, INCLUDING KURLOZ! This is a hill I am 110% willing to die on and I will be the most pretentious, conceited asshat about it because I KNOW THAT I'M RIGHT! AND BEFORE ANYONE SAYS IT! PRINCES DO NOT LACK THEIR ASPECT! THAT IS BARD! PRINCES SUFFER FROM AN OVERABUNDANCE OF THEIR ASPECT!!!

So anyway, thank you so much for reading. Let me know if you'd like to see another post like this with other characters, as well as asking me about other characters you want me to classpect just in general. I hope you all have an absolutely wonderful day! :o)

[wicketygeeky]

A view on Burning Shores DLC

I hope Seyka returns in Horizon 3. She and Aloy are a perfect fit. And the DLC tells us an important story. I want to shine some light on what Horizon is really about. Because it feels like many forgets, or simply ignores, the story of Aloy. I’ll also mention the power this one flashpoint holds over the fandom and the future of Aloy and Seyka, and the possibility of a step back in queer representation in games.

I personally don’t understand comments like: «The DLC/Seyloy was rushed». In a world like Horizon, they fight hard for their survival everyday, it makes sense they would love just as hard. No judgement was given to Varl and Zo. Heck, even Talanah fell fast for Amadis, and tracked him down all of FW. If anything, this opinion is so subjective on how a player experienced the DLC. Horizon isn’t supposed to be a RPG based on a player’s choice, but it feels like it’s going that direction. And that worries me a lot because: it’s not the player’s story; it’s Aloy’s!

Horizon is afterall a narrative driven game with RPG elements. Guerrilla should push on to deliver the story they want to tell us about the world, and about Aloy.

The DLC delivers perfectly the next step for Aloy, which Forbidden West literally has foreshadowed all along. Varl and Zo, Talanah and Amadis, Alva with a gf back home, and especially the storyline about Tilda and Elisabet. So many other sidequests are about love. And many about romantic love. Forbidden West is about Aloy opening up for friendship and finding a team, finally starting to rely on others than herself. And when she allows herself to do that, she starts to allowing herself feeling romantic feelings.

And that’s the point with the DLC. It’s about Aloy’s next step. Horizon has always been about Aloy and her journey. Not our journey as a player. And the flashpoints at the end of BS, is constructed very bad. It’s one of the few that has a different outcome, normally the flashpoints are there to convict Aloy’s deepest emotions in different ways, but almost every outcome goes the same.

Here we can end or build a relationship with Seyka - and it’s up to us as players? It’s the most cowardly move I have ever seen in a game.

Aloy has through the whole DLC, fallen more and more for Seyka. And to deny her these feelings at the end because PLAYERS should decide if Aloy is ready for the next step?? No. Aloy is ready. She has proved that. Aloy even says: «I thought I would never feel this way about anyone»- this is the first time she has fallen in love. And that should be respected. But we can deny her that? It’s super weird when you take a step back and think about it.

Seyka is perfect for Aloy, because they recognize a lot in each other. And often, that is something that attracts us to another person. They challenge eachother, banter a lot, but there is always respect. They respect eachother quickly. Seyka especially is honest about what’s going on, and what she needs help with, and sees that she can help Aloy in return. They both keep their secrets. But then they both open up to eachother.

It’s also sad to read about Seyka only being treated as the romance option, which ofc is a natural state that she enters because of the development of the DLC. But many forgets that she is her own person, and in many ways she is the main protagonist in BS. I can write a whole post about Seyka to explore this further, but for now:

Seyka has a lot of emotions and shows struggles with the Quen beliefs, and belonging to a tribe. Which Aloy also has dealt with! BUT, the point with FW is that Aloy learns about the importance of a people again. Something she ran away from in Zero Dawn. And when she sees Seyka struggling, Aloy sees a part of herself, and she knows the pain. And she wants to help Seyka with this. They bond over it. And that’s why the theme «home» at the end is so important. They both realize and learn this from eachother.

Also, it had to be a new character to romance. Imagine it being a character we already know, it wouldn’t have been fair to any of the multiple ships that is out there. And if one reason to romance an existing character is that we already have a connection to them, then we are missing the point again. Because it’s about Aloy, and who she falls in love with- not us. And also, it wouldn’t have guaranteed that fans would be okay with an existing character to romance, you would have to learn to like that character as well.

And so if Horizon 3 moves forward to give us multiple romance options, it will be the biggest set back in the series. It should not be a focus on romancing characters at all, because Horizon has never been about that, and frankly, Aloy doesn’t have time for it. That’s why in every scenario, Aloy needs to leave Seyka behind regardless. And that makes sense. If Aloy starts romancing seven different characters, it will not make sense for her story at all.

Horizon 3 should give us Seyka or no one, and honestly, it will be fine if they don’t end up together before the ending. Because the main story will be about Aloy’s finale battle to save the world from a threat- the side story will be about Aloy’s emotions. And it will be much better if they focus on her current development with Seyka, than pleasing fans and give us many choices. Because when will we have time to develop that connection with these other characters so that it will make sense? And if that isn’t an issue, than what’s wrong with Aloy and Seyka’s «rushed» romance? Perhaps that wasn’t the issue all along; the issue was perhaps that fans don’t like Seyka because she is the only romance option, and people are jealous. Then I ask again: do you really understand Horizon and respect Aloy’s story?

Fanshipping, fanart and fanfiction is one thing. But all in all, Aloy’s canon journey should be respected. These two years I’ve seen the majority of fans neglecting this side of Aloy, and pushing this narrative out of the picture, which also means Seyka has been pushed away. The danger with this message is: «we want gay characters, but not like this». And it even shows on Guerrilla, who has stopped promoting their queer characters, IN OUR TIME OF 2025!!

Should we not protect what we have and got in Burning Shores DLC? Instead fans complain, and wants other romances, and neglects Aloy’s queer journey by choosing NO?! How petty can one be, to not seperate your fanship with an actual queer representation because «it’s not good enough». This is what we have. And imagine what we can have if we unite instead of pushing it away and pretend it never happened.

And so what about ship wars? This is just as petty as neglecting. But I think the root of these wars is that we don’t respect each other, and because we all have different views on Aloy’s story. If you are reading this and already feel angry about it, it’s most likely because our views are different. Or maybe it’s because you know deep inside that I’m onto something, that you don’t want to acknowledge.

But if we can agree on anything, it should be about fighting to keep the queer representation in Horizon, rather than fighting among ourselves and complain so much that even the gaming developers stops promoting it.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

me: did hori COMPLETELY forget about the eugenics text or was that all a collective fever dream

my beautiful loving spouse pez dispenser debris: what do you mean? there was a cathartic and honest discussion through the lens of mirio, remember

my unfortunate shadow self: HE BECAME A TEACHER AND EVERYONE WAS HAPPY FO-*gunshots*

pez dispenser debris, smelling strongly of gunpowder : it’s okay, they cant hurt you

(Genuinely in bafflement tonight; thank you so much for your very informative crash out)

me, with a gun: and in this chapter of pez—

I think dropping the line on discrimination was one of the most disappointing parts of my hero for me. It’s fundamentally one of the core conflicts back dropping the universe and implied to be a driving factor behind the central origin and it just like. Was treated as a nonissue.

The world is shown to severely struggle with quirk based discrimination. We have Izuku’s childhood, we have the fact that Aoyama’s family made a deal with AfO just to keep him from being Quirkless, we have people like Shinsou with “villainous” quirks facing social outcast, and we have people with mutation based quirks being literally chased out of shelters and onto the streets. But narratively it’s never addressed. Izuku never deals with the messy, complicated feelings that would be absolutely inherent with going from a maligned minority to suddenly being one of the most valued of the majority. The narrative never confronts it as a real issue, just treats the symptoms. And it only remembers that this discrimination exists when it’s convenient.

World’s first Quirkless hero Izuku? Everyone loves that guy. They’re thrilled. He shot up through the ranks at an unprecedented speed. And yeah, he had the benefit of being a major participant in the final battle. But that is inherently only going to help you with some of the people who would otherwise detract against you, not all or, if we’re in society that hasn’t addressed its blatant issues with discrimination.

People really love to pretend that discrimination is something society just kind of grows out of, but it isn’t. Discrimination is an invasive, aggressive plant species. It’s fucking mint and kudzu and knotweed and every other thing you see in the front yard of the new listing you’re touring and run for the hills. You have to root it out and keep beating it back until that shit stops growing. It is painful and bloody and and laborious work. Society does not just collectively wake up one day and decide it’s done being a piece of shit. Things get better when you don’t give it any other option. And Izuku knows that, and that’s why he’s never given an inch when it comes to Mirio.

Izuku in pez is shown to be aware of his own image and the world’s expectations for him when he’s in public. He’s the confident, smiling Deku and makes sure to maintain the demeanor of a calm, collected, and kind hero. It’s a mask, and one that most reliably slips when Mirio is involved.

Izuku is notorious for being an absolute nightmare to interview when someone’s coming after Mirio. He has every single receipt. He’s confrontational. He will call you a piece of shit to your face.

And that doesn’t exactly fit with Deku. Deku will save the day and then give the villain career counseling on his way out. He’s good with kids and kind to them even when they hit him with a life ruining quirk. He’s as steady as a rock and not really the abrasive type.

Until you try and talk shit about Mirio to his face. Then he’s having to be bodily carried away by Iida.

Izuku in pez knows what discriminatory assholes are like, because he grew up as their target. He knows that if he leaves any equivocation or doubt, if he tries to be gentle or placate people, they’re going to read in some kind of “Deku agrees with us but he’s just trying to be pc” bullshit and use it to make a bunch of other Quirkless kids feel like they’re worthless.

Izuku is actively trying to make people uncomfortable, because they should be. They should be uncomfortable because they’re saying some atrocious shit.

You choke out discrimination by refusing to pretend like what they’re doing is acceptable. You make them so uncomfortable and ashamed of their position that they have to confront why that is or at least stop sharing it openly. A room where a Nazi gets to comfortably talk is just a room full of nazis.

Izuku in pez is an angry, fucked up, traumatized kid who never got help and is repressing like a champ. He’s ten pounds of issues in a five pound bag. He’s got obvious problems with his own Quirklessness.

But it is undeniable that he loves the Quirkless. It is undeniable that he’ll fight for them.

And he makes sure that there is no fucking room for doubt, because he knows that people look up to him. He knows there’s a terrifying amount of kids out there who think of Deku the Hero the same way he thought of All Might. And he knows that those kids may not grow up telling their Quirkless classmates to kill themselves if they think Deku the Hero would be disappointed in them.

At the opening of pez, Mirio has been a hero for less than two years. Society has centuries of fighting and discriminating about Quirks that is baked into its collective consciousness. So Mirio is under extreme fire right now, but I like to think that he and Izuku are making change happen. Lemillion had a line of little kids who wanted his autograph. They didn’t give a shit about his Quirk. They thought he was a cool hero and they wanted an autograph to remember him by.

Those kids are more likely to go to school, to not talk shit about the Quirkless, to be kind to kids who are Quirkless, and to influence their peers to do the same. Because they know Lemillion, and he’s Quirkless, and he’s cool.

Mirio could equivocate about this. It’d be easier on him. There’s plenty of people on the internet who want to say that he’s inherently better and strong because he was born with a Quirk and he’s not really Quirkless, he’s just got a non-quirked human’s capacity. But he’s refused to at every turn. No. He’s Quirkless. He calls himself Quirkless. Quirkless people can be heroes, just like him. And he is out there at the forefront of the worst fucking fights, Quirk or no.

He’s not pandering to people who would be willing to accept him as long as they could still exclude the rest of the Quirkless population. He is under enormous fucking fire endlessly, and he is standing strong. He’s not even trying to make himself more palatable, because that would mean leaving the rest of the Quirkless behind.

It’s hard to see right now, but they’re making a difference. Things are getting better. But it’s not because one day the world woke up and decided they were thrilled for the world’s first Quirkless hero. The world is different because Izuku and Mirio changed it.

[justallmyfantasies]

vanish

ignorance, hatred but love

series masterlist (part two)

contains: 18+ smut (well kinda, not much happens lol)

word count: 2.9k

MINORS DONT INTERACT!

after a few weeks of deciding, you told alex yes. it wasn’t particularly a easy decision to make, not in the slightest. but the job you had now wasn’t paying enough and you wanted a change. ideally, working with someone you had chemistry with wasn’t the best of ideas but you made it work at least for some time

obviously, alex would cross your way occasionally but the thing between you guys died down. you didn’t really think much of it until you noticed the difference in conversations. it was more about work than it was normally.

normally, it’d be about anything. you could talk to alex about anything, whenever. but this time, it changed. a feeling was in the air and it wasn’t something you liked. none of you spoke about it. you didn’t think alex thought of it as anything. so again, you didn’t either.

on a particular friday, you were driving to work as usual. the drive was about half an hour from where you lived, so it wasn’t that bad. but this time the car stutters. quickly, you pulled over.

“shit, shit, shit!” you smacked the steering wheel then to rest your head on it.

your car had faults but it wasn’t anything like this. it was usually a flat battery, flat tires or something along the lines of those kind of faults. you knew nothing about cars, so there wasn’t exactly anything you could do to fix it.

you called a car service company, getting through to them 15 minutes after ringing. you sat on the sidewalk, with your head in your hands. you were gonna be late, you knew that.

about an hour later, your car got towed away. you watched it leave, leaving you abandoned on the sidewalk. forgetful you are, you forgot to ring up alex to tell him about your situation.

he told you he’d pick you up.

you were surprised by this giving the circumstances between you both lately. but you didn’t care. you were cold and looked homeless, which that wasn’t the case.

after waiting for what felt like an eternity, you finally saw a familiar car pulling up to where you stood. as the car pulled up, you noticed alex in the drivers seat, his eyes fixed on you. he seemed a bit surprised at your disheveled state.

you stepped into his car. his eyes ran over your attire - your jacket unzipped, your hair messier than usual and your expression a bit frustrated.

“jesus, you look rough.” he commented, a smile appearing on his lips.

you huffed a laugh at his comments. you knew you looked a sight, but you didn’t mind. “yeah, yeah. shut it.” you grumbled, throwing your bag onto the backseat and buckling in.

alex chuckled and put the car into drive, pulling away from the sidewalk. he kept his eyes on the road, but occasionally stole glances at you.

“so what happened? car break down or something?” he asked, curiously.

you nodded, leaning your head back on the headrest. “yep. the stupid car broke down. i had to call a service to tow it away.” you grumbled. the situation was starting to make you irritated.

alex chuckled, amused by your annoyance. “you always have the worst luck with cars, don’t you? hm?” he teased.

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help cracking a slight smile. alex wasn’t wrong. you always seemed to have problem after problem with every car you owned.

“it’s like the universe has something against me or something. always the car.” you huffed.

alex laughed. “maybe you should give up on buying one and start walking instead. then you won’t have to deal with it breaking down every other week.” he suggested sarcastically.

you turned your head to look at him, mock glaring at his suggestion. “very funny, alex. not even an option.”

the corners of his lips curved upward in a teasing smile. he found it amusing seeing you get worked up like this.

alex chuckled at your reaction and continued to drive. the car fell into a comfortable silence. you leaned back in your seat, trying to relax a bit. but you could feel his eyes darting to you every now and then.

it was early hours into saturday. you sat in your office holding a bottle of beer with that same person who helped you off the sidewalk. sounds silly, yeah.

you sipped the beer slowly, staring at the already empty bottles on the desk. shaking you head you laughed. alex looked at you, cocking his eyebrow in confusion.

“nothing, nothing.” you mumbled as you brought the bottle to your lips. you wondered why you still were here. you should’ve been back at home, in bed and sleeping. you obviously chose different plans.

alex stared at you in a curious manner. “you’ve been quiet lately. i’m not sure if it’s me or you that’s done wrong.”

you looked up at him. his words sounding unexpected. “oh, uh. just focusing on this, i guess.” you pointed at the paperwork in front of you which the empty bottles were standing up on.

he nodded, bringing his own bottle to his lips and sipping. “ah. okay.”

your relationship with him was a bit odd, to say the least. it wasn’t exactly a friendship. you were friends, yes. but it was different. you were closer, more familiar. but it wasn’t a relationship.

your eyes lingered on alex as you took another swig of your beer, the cool liquid washing down your throat.

you took in his appearance. the way some of his brown locks fell over his face, his eyes flickering towards you every now and then. his white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms.

you snapped yourself out of your thoughts. nope. you weren’t going down that path. no way. you shifted in your seat, trying to focus on the paperwork instead.

alex noticed your subtle movement and the way you tried to focus on your work. he let out an amused breath, taking another gulp of his beer.

he watched you for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of yours.

he leaned back against the chair, his gaze fixed on you. “you know, if anyone saw us right now, it would look wrong.” he smirked, breaking the silence.

you looked up from your paperwork, raising an eyebrow at his statement. you knew what he meant. the sight of you and him sitting in his office this late at night together, both drinking beer. anyone would get the wrong idea.

you chuckled, shaking your head. “yeah, it probably would.” you agreed, setting your bottle down on the desk.

alex watched as you set down the bottle, his eyes drifting over your figure. his eyes lingered on the way your body stretched the fabric of your top.

he let out a thoughtful sigh, running a hand through his hair. “it’s almost 1am. you should head home, it’s late. you look tired.” his voice was soft, surprisingly so. the usual teasing or mock tone not present.

you looked over at him, his words catching you off guard. normally, he would tease or make a smart ass comment. him being serious and saying that was not something you expected.

a tired smile tugging at your lips. he wasn’t wrong. you felt exhausted and your eyes felt heavy. you ran a hand through your hair, letting out a sigh.

“suppose you’re right. i’ll call myself a taxi.” you mumbled, a yawn escaping from your lips as if on cue.

alex watched you, a little amused at the sight of you yawning. you looked sleepy and slightly disheveled.

he shook his head, a small smile forming on his lips. “don’t be ridiculous. i’ll drive you back home. it’s not safe at this hour anyway.” he stated firmly.

you stared at him, is this man stupid? “there’s no way i’m letting you drive me home in that state. are you for real?”

alex rolled his eyes, knowing you would protest. he knew you were stubborn sometimes. he put the beer down, pushing his chair back.

“fine. i’ll get the taxi with you, then i’ll pay for it.” he suggested.

you shook your head, knowing full well alex would not let up on this. you knew him long enough to know when he was set on something. you didn’t protest for another couple of seconds, knowing it was pointless. sighing, you agreed.

you arrived home.. with alex. it wasn’t supposed to happen. atleast you didn’t think so. his hands grabbing your hand, making you wait whilst he paid the taxi driver. letting go, you walked to your door. rummaging through your bag trying to find the keys.

once inside, you were against the wall. his fingertips digging into your hips. your lips on his within a second of entering. you dragged him up to your room.

alex pushed you against the door, pinning you between the cool surface and his firm body. his hands were gripping your hips firmly, as if he was trying to steady himself.

he pushed your jacket off your shoulders, discarding it somewhere behind him. his lips still on yours hungrily as if he couldn’t get enough.

you grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his body as close as possible. you both stumbled towards the bed, his hands starting to unbutton your top.

his fingers deftly unbuttoned your top as his lips left yours, moving down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips.

you fell onto the bed, your hair splayed across the pillow. he hovered over you, his eyes darkened with desire, and looked down at you.

you looked up at him, your breathing hitching as you took in the sight of him. his hair messy, shirt halfway unbuttoned, and a look in his eyes that promised to ruin you.

he captured your lips once more, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tangling with yours. his hands roamed all over you, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach.

he pulled back slightly, his eyes raking over your form beneath him. he looked like a man on a mission, and you were his goal.

his hands caressed your thighs, pushing your skirt up to your hips. his lips moved down from your mouth, down to your collarbone.

he left a trail of kisses down your body, from your collarbone, to the valley of your chest, until he reached the edge of your bra.

he looked up at you, his face inches away from your chest, his voice low and gravelly “can i take this off?” he asked, his hands toying with the strap of your bra.

you nodded, the words unable to form. you wanted this, you wanted him.

he moved back up to look at you, his hands sliding under your back, searching for the hooks of the bra. he pulled it off in a swift move, tossing it aside with the rest of the discarded clothing.

he took a moment to take in the sight of you, now almost completely naked under him. his eyes hungrily traced every inch of you, as if he was imprinting this image of you in his mind.

he lowered himself on you, his lips finding their way to your neck, his teeth gently biting and sucking at your skin.

suddenly, you heard this familiar sound coming from the floor. like a ringtone.

alex let out an irritated groan, the sound taking him out of the moment. he didn't move from where he was, still lying on top of you, his face buried in your neck.

"ignore it." he grumbled, his lips still against your skin.

you chuckled at the grumpy tone in his voice, his irritation at the interruption obvious. you could still hear your phone going off on the floor, the ringtone getting annoyingly louder.

you sat up making alex get up off you. he sat next to you with an unpleased facial expression. you looked at him apologetically. “just one minute to answer it.” you held up on finger to emphasise you meant it.

alex let out a huff, clearly not happy about the interruption. his eyes followed you as you got up from the bed, your body still half naked.

he leaned back against the headboard, his arms behind his head. his eyes were fixed on you as you bent down to get your phone.

you picked up your phone, glancing at the screen. one of your close friends were calling, her name flashing on the screen.

you quickly answered the call, bringing the phone to your ear. "hey sam." you said, attempting to sound normal, trying to ignore the half naked man sitting on your bed.

alex continued to watch you as you talked, his eyes roaming over your body. even though you were now talking on the phone, he couldn't help but find you extremely attractive in your current state.

“you need somewhere to stay?” you repeated. sounding a little less enthusiastic as you were when you answered. you looked over to alex who now had his head in his hands.

while he was annoyed, he couldn't help but find your attempt at staying polite amusing. you were trying to hold it together while you had a conversation on the phone, wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties.

you continued talking, trying to stay focused on the conversation. but alex wasn't making it easy for you. he was being deliberately distracting, shifting in the bed, the sheets now around his waist.

you shot him a look, silently telling him to behave himself, but he just smirked in response.

“big argument? he kicked you out?” you paused for a second, listening to your friend rant. “well.. i guess you could stay here?”

alex perked up at your words, his eyes fixed on you. he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he huffed.

you tried to focus on the conversation, but alex's gaze was burning into you, making it difficult to concentrate.

you could hear your friend on the phone, going off about her boyfriend. you tried to give her advice, but your mind wasn't fully in the conversation. your thoughts were preoccupied with the half naked man on your bed, his eyes never leaving you.

“okay, okay. get your stuff and stay here. just let me know when you’re outside.” you said before saying your goodbyes and ending the phone call.

as soon as you ended the call, alex looked at you with an amused expression. "did you just invite your friend over now?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

you sat back down on the bed, a sigh escaping your lips. "she needs a place to stay." you said, running a hand through your hair.

alex raised an eyebrow, "and you offered to let her crash here?"

you nodded, knowing full well what he was implying. "she's my friend. i'm not gonna just leave her out on the streets."

alex huffed again, his arms still behind his head. "and what about us then?" his voice held a hint of irritation, but also a hint of something else.

you looked at him, trying to ignore the fact that he was half naked and looked so damn good right now. "we'll.. have to pause it. for now." you replied, knowing there was no other option.

alex let out a groan. "you have terrible timing." he said, his eyes still roaming over your body.

you stood up, putting your blouse and skirt back on. “look, i’m sorry. i didn’t realise this’d happen.”

alex watched you as you got dressed, his eyes tracing every movement you made. he let out a frustrated sigh, clearly not happy with the situation.

"it's fine." he tried to brush it off but his tone said otherwise. he pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

now with both of you back in clothes. the silence was awkward. you shuffled around the room tiding it up a little before making the bed look more like it did before you walked in. but it wasn’t like your friend was coming in here anyway.

alex leaned back on his arms, his eyes following your every movement. "i guess, i’ll leave you to it then.” he said.

you looked at him, feeling a pang of guilt. you knew he was pissed, and he had every right to be.

“don’t bother coming to work tomorrow considering you have no car.” he mumbled as he opened the bedroom door.

you watched him leave, the door closing with a thud. you let out a deep sigh, rubbing your temples. alex was mad, and you can't really blame him for that.

and now you were back to how it was before. awkwardness. the both of you seemed to get into phases where you wouldn’t talk or interact with each other for a week or so but this? this was something else. you knew he was annoyed.. what else could you have done though?

listening to his words the night before, you didn’t attend work. neither did you attend again. you had received an email from alex asking for you to collect your items in the next couple of days, to which, you did.

you walked in there but didn’t see him anywhere. maybe he was hiding, no. maybe he was busy, probably. he wasn’t one to hide. when you walked to your office, you looked at your desk. a cardboard box already there.

you just couldn’t believe the sudden change in him wanting you to work there to then not in just a few weeks all because of something stupid.

a/n: not much really happens lmao. it’s kinda a filler fic so… but i guess some angst is nice? everyone loves a bit of that. anyway, i’ll be sure to work on the next part as this one is appalling.

[verityasian]

FWB!RODRICK HEFFLEY

SUMMARY

You’re hooking up with Rodrick and he tries to tell you how he feels —that he wants to be your boyfriend— but gets distracted.

Rodrick was fine.

Totally, absolutely, one hundred percent fine.

So what if he and the hottest girl in school had been casually hooking up for a few weeks?

Big deal. Whatever. It was fun. Zero emotions. No weird expectations. Just making out in his van and pretending they didn’t know each other in math class.

It was perfect.

Until you started wearing his hoodie.

Not a hoodie. His hoodie. The black one with the cigarette burn and the frayed sleeves he’d had since 8th grade.

And you wore it like it was yours. Like he didn’t cry when he couldn’t find it last week.

Rodrick stared at you across the garage, heart doing gymnastics, brain on fire.

You’re sitting on his amp, sipping his soda, wearing his hoodie and twirling a drumstick like you paid rent in his soul.

“I should tell her,” he muttered.

Chris, setting up a mic, looked up. “Tell her what?”

“That I, y’know…” Rodrick scratched his neck. “Like her.”

“Dude, you let her eat the last Pop-Tart. She knows.”

“I mean tell her tell her,” Rodrick hissed.

Chris snorted. “Yeah, alright. Can’t wait to watch you cry.”

⸻

Rodrick cornered you near the back door of the garage.

“Hey,” he said. Cool. Casual. Like he didn’t spend the last hour pacing.

You look up, lips glossy, eyes sharp. “Hey.”

He panicked instantly.

“I—I think we should—”

Abort mission. She smiled.

“—keep doing what we’re doing. Or more. Or less. Or—I don’t care. You’re smart. Do whatever. I’m just here.”

You blink. “That was… a lot of options.”

Rodrick nodded, internally screaming. “Cool, cool, cool.”

You step closer. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“I—uh—I like your face,” he blurted.

Your face?? Really?? That was the line???

You raise a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “My face?”

Rodrick folded like a dollar store lawn chair. “Forget it. Do whatever you want. Take my hoodie. Ruin me. I’m fine.”

You laugh—actually laughed—and kisses his cheek.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He nodded. “I know. It’s exhausting.”

Rodrick walked away ten minutes later, absolutely smitten, still pretending none of it meant anything.

He was so fine.

He was gonna marry you.

But like, chill about it.

Obviously.

I don’t know if I should make a bot with this plot. I have so many thoughts for FWB!Rodrick and ugh..😩

[xxpumpkinsandpossumsxx]

1. That’s incredibly hard, it changes too often to have a solid pick actually. Depends on the mood.

2. Thirsty (Living Room….please don’t judge me, it’s such a banger) Bud Like You (The Click), Birthday Party (Neotheater), OK Overture (OK Orchestra), Steve’s Going To London (The Maybe Man)

3. “Now the finale’s done and I’m alone. I’m on a Netflix trip here on my phone. But who I am is in these episodes. So don’t you tell me that it’s just a show.” -Netflix Trip (I love so many lines but this line made me cry so hard when I first heard it. I’m not a fan of The Office, but this is how I feel about many other shows, namely It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia and Community.)

4. I could relate to so many of them for a number of reasons but currently the best fits are Inertia and The DJ Is Crying For Help since I feel sort of aimless in life and like the more I get older, the more detached and hopeless I become from others and myself. Those songs help ground me and remind me that as bad as it gets, I’m not the only one who gets that way.

5. Again, so many good options but 2085 is such a sure bet for me. I’ll never forget the first time I listened to TMM when the album launched and I sat there, hearing the switch to “I’ve gotta get better, I’m all that I’ve got” for the first time and the way I sobbed, feeling so seen by these three guys who I’ve never met before. I bet they know it already from countless fans but they really make people feel seen and articulate feelings that are sometimes so damn hard to describe.

6. The Trick. When my mom and I first heard it we weren’t the fanatics we are now for AJR so we almost instantly switched it off when we heard that strange, off kilter voice. But after listening to it on my own and hearing the lyrics and that hauntingly beautiful melody which would be perfect for a wedding procession if not for the lyrics of the song, I fell absolutely in love with it. Now it’s one of my favorite tracks on OKO!

7. They’re all stunning, but the stunning bright blues of Neotheater always caught me in a way nothing else could. I can’t even quite describe it. Something about the look of it all from the colors to the awkward little wave from Jack just brings me somewhere.

8. Three O’Clock Things. I’m a sucker for callbacks and fourth wall breaks. What can I say? Brilliant direction, Jack.

9. This picture of Jack looking like he just spawned a skunk from thin air and is both captivated and horrified by his powers

10. I don’t mean to be too cliche but “What No One’s Thinking”. I know whatever they do is always gonna be amazing. I always can’t wait to see what they do next……see what I did there? 😜 What do you mean it was lame? Alright, I’ll see myself out.

Some basic questions for AJR fans that I want to see answers to because I like seeing excitement and positivity:

Favorite album

Favorite song off each album

Favorite line from any song

Song that you relate to currently

Song that makes you emotional

Song that grew on you after a while

Favorite album art

Favorite music video

Funniest pic/gif/meme you have of the brothers

What are you most excited for next?

[starfata]

Perse: Guess I'll be eating traditional Greek food.

Plants that haven't come to Greece and will not for centuries, if not Millenia:

Perse: Oh. Oh no. Basically none of the traditional Greek food exists yet. Time to start turning people into plants I guess. Where's the olive oil?

Olive tree: *Has existed for about two minutes longer than she has*

Perse: This is fixable!

[b6d11f]

at my best, I'm a sacrificial lamb at my best, I am something you could handle

[transingthoseformers]

Megatron and Optimus find out that there's a mutual attraction between them, but they're both subs. Who do they ask to dom them?

Ratchet

Sffsfs okay but there's several really fun options here, with different dynamics in and out of sex for each

I once read a fic where Optimus and Megatron did this with Ratchet and Soundwave respectively, and I feel like there's so many opportunities there

Other suggestions:

Starscream (would have fun emotions)

Elita One (really fun to think about in Earthspark)

Shockwave (I am in love with this specific option)

Rodimus (inexperienced dom x experienced subs?? Sign me the fuck up for that learning experience)

Minimus Ambus?? (I just feel like he'd like sex with rules)

Prowl (there are a multitude of directions we can go here and I feel like they're all fun)

And more!!! Definitely more