#offscript au

[d00msd4y]

Sonic au im working on hehe twirls hair dreamily

(The shading is ass I hate how I did this)

LOVE how I did the logo/title thing tho…tbh I kind of slayed erm

[tenguucringefails]

MY SELF INDULGENT UNDERTALE AU!!!!

THIS IS-

*checks smudged writing on hand*

THE 3RD (???) REVISION

It's...real convoluted. I don't even know how to sum up the plot simply because it's meant to be really meta.

I guess you can say Lucy is like a visitor to the Undertale Universe and is directly overseeing the narrative of the story. Like your usual self insert shenanigans except they've long since established a place into the story since before they even joined it, manipulating it to go exactly as it should. But that doesn't come without it's hiccups as Lucy finds their self deeply involved with everyone's life to the point of obsession.

Another thing to note, Lucy’s physical appearance changes a lot in and out of the story but this current look is sometime after meeting Frisk but before the fall. So don't be too alarmed if you see me drawing them differently a lot, there's lore reasons there.

Also sorry to the Undertale!Actors AU girlies that have thought of using that name because I'm stealing it from you.

Here’s more of Lucy and Frisk being goobers together and a bit more lore about them below!

Frisk communicates through their soul to Lucy and Monsters! They're still very reserved and don't speak often, though.

[Note: The fall into the underground nearly kills Frisk but Lucy fuses their souls together to keep them alive. Lucy isn't human but her soul is very human like in appearance and thanks to their soul trait, compatibility wasn't much of an issue aside from Frisk becoming more magically inclined from Lucy's residual magic. Their soul trait is Transparency and it looks like milky glass. NORMALLY, Transparency souls are supposed to be crystal clear but trauma can cloud it! :o) ]

During battles, Lucy releases her physical form and hides away in their shared soul. She usually leaves Frisk to handle things but she can control their movements and actions in this state.

When Lucy is like this, only Frisk can hear her colorful commentary and she has a LOT to say during battles lmao

Frisk's eyes are naturally red and lidded. Rarely will they fully open their eyes and with the increase of magic in their body from the soul fusion, they often keep them completely closed because they're sensitive.

They also have thick lashes lmao

Chara's here too! And Lucy hates them! She dislikes Chara and most variations of Chara and will instantly lock onto their presence, regardless of they're trying to be subtle. One notable thing about Chara is that when they're in control of Frisk, their eyes are wide open.

As the text says, Lucy is shorter than Frisk lol

Frisk being 157cm

And Lucy being 152cm

But make no mistake, Lucy is not younger! Time becomes very mute for Lucy after a while, so it's hard to really give her an exact age...so we'll just say she's around 16-17 around the time she meets Frisk (I was 16 when I first played Undertale!). She stops aging at around 24, though, which happens much later.

Frisk and Lucy are both little weirdos and share affection in odd ways. Since Lucy isn't human, she doesn't know how to love in a human way, so she ends up mimicing what she's seen and heard. She unintentionally picks up the way Frisk shows affection which happens to be similar to the way cats care for their kin.

I like to imagine Lucy and Frisk are platonic soulmates and both see their friendship as irreplaceable in each other's eyes!

Anyway, that's all it for now! Thanks for reading about my little goobies!

[doyouwanttobeagod]

(hey wait! is snowball in this ask blog too.. i recall something something about sb being in this blog..!

* He waves.

[ Yea :] Why not ]

[offscriptau]

Pssst.

AU blog incoming hello there.

[bugdatabase]

// eye contact near the end

TPOT!Offscript AU

TPOT!OS Pillow and Snowball !

[jirishnesensei]

geto suguru x reader | college au [18+]

offscript ch.1 be my lead

༺ Pairing. college au - volleyball player! geto x cinematography major! reader (f)

༺ summary - In the chaotic world of college life, you should have expected your drama production to turn south as fast as it did. When your lead actor drops out just weeks before the play, you’re left scrambling to salvage the show that means everything to you. Enter Geto Suguru—talented, charming, and the last person you’d expect to help. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and you find yourself convincing him to step into the spotlight.

༺ warnings/tags - 18+, fluff, angst, smut, fem reader, romance, pining, slow burn, friends to lovers (I guess strangers to friends to lovers), acting, college au, alcohol/drugs, injury, unrequited love, jealousy, Geto is bad at feelings, swearing

༺ status - ongoing

༺ chapters - 1/x

༺ word count - 4.6k

"You belong with me. You've always belonged with me." Emi cried. Her hand is clutched to her heart, and her voice trembles, afraid that her confession may push him away.

Kazuki looks between both her eyes with such yearning. He lifts his hand slowly and sweet, cupping her tear stained cheek as though she were some figment of his imagination.

"I love -"

The actor froze. He swallows thickly, changing his weight between both his legs, then said more assertively, "I love." You clutch your pen when he starts hesitating. What is he doing?

The stage grew quiet, waiting for his line. You glance at the script in your hand anxiously, then back at him, where his eyes are flickering around the hall anxiously before settling on you. You mouth the line for him, confused because his said it a million times. He looks back at the actress in front of him and suddenly you notice how his eyes darkened. The hand that held her cheek became more rough while his mouth frowns into a deep, personal scowl. You could tell his eyes no longer bore weight to the scripts words.

"Fuck you."

The hall audibly gasps in a chorus, nevermind he had a mini microphone attached to his cheek.

The next second the lecturer is up in arms. Your friend Mai beside you looks at the script to see if there were any line changes she didn't know about, but of course there wasn't.

Cecilia, the actress, has her lips parted just barely in a trembling frown. What you assume to be real tears start streaming down her face as she watches Jean, your actor and her boyfriend, drop the script to the floor, jump off the stage and grab his bag, beelining it straight for the doors.

"What the hell is his problem?" Your friend Mai stands abruptly beside you amidst the chaos. She glares at Jean, then rounds the table and goes straight for Cecilia and you? Well, you wish you could say you had just an inkling of moral to check up on her, but the only realization managing to bypass your conscious is the fact that your only male lead is speeding towards the exit door.

"Wait!" You try to catch up to him but he starts walking faster when you call, so you run to his side and grip his arm desperately. "Jean, just wait. Talk to me, what the hell happened?" You look between both his eyes for some kind of answer but now that you were in front of him, the entrance light beaming down the rows of seats, you could just make out the tears that were brimming in his eyes and I don't know, there's just something about men crying that gets you feeling like you're about to cry yourself.

"She cheated." He suddenly says, as if it were physically hurting him to pull those words out of his throat.

your eyes widen, and it's the first time you stop thinking about your play. "she...she what?"

"She fucking cheated," He says again, laughing pitifully as he now aggressively wipes his palm against his cheek over and over to the point where it was turning pink. "And you wanna know with who?"

You fumble a couple filler words, expecting him to be rhetorical, but no, he wanted an actual answer. "C'mon, guess." he says, "There's only a few people worth fucking over a 4 year relationship for."

You flinch at his tone, "I don't know."

"It was Geto. Geto fucking... I mean what the hell am I supposed to do when she cheats on me with a guy like that?"

He turns his head the second his voice cracks so you don't notice, but the damage was done, you could hear him sniffling and it made your heart crack into two uneven pieces.

"Shit...I'm..." You straighten up, standing there awkwardly now as he tries to stop himself from crying in front of you. The name he mentions is not foreign to you. Probably not foreign to anybody, really. Geto Suguru. An amazing athlete, the campuses star setter. Of course you can't win against a guy like that. Which makes your comfort options pretty limited in the moment.

"...Jean I'm so sorry."

"It doesn't matter." He shakes your arm off that you didn't even realize was still holding onto him, then he turns, half ready to leave you with a problem bigger than you've possibly ever experienced. "I'm sorry, but I can't be in this show anymore."

As someone who does theatre work as her major, emotions were something you learned to pick up on pretty easily and Jeans... you actually felt worried standing before him with just how unpredictable he looked, so you take a step back and nod sympathetically. In hindsight, casting a couple as your two main leads was a pretty stupid decision on your part.

"I understand."

Then he leaves. Without another word. Slamming the doors against the wall and leaving it swinging in his wake. When he's out of sight, your mind starts to pick up on all the commotion that's happening behind you. Cecilia is a crying mess on top of the stage, and everybody is out of their positions trying to comfort her or get the tea on what really happened. 

"Hey, what did he tell you?" Your friend Mai finally jogs over, concern written all over her face. You link your hands behind your neck and sigh.

"We just lost our lead."

---

you cancel the rest of the session. Having no lead made it immensely difficult for you to continue so you pack your bag with your script and belongings uncaringly. Most people have already left except for Mai, but someone walks up to you and you could feel yourself teetering the edge of breaking down.

"I don't know when the next rehearsal will be."

"It's me." Your hands freeze mid stuffing your jacket inside to look up and find Cecilia standing before you. Her eyes are all red and puffy, faded lines of mascara running down her cheeks. You'd think she was the one that got cheated on. You straighten up and gesture to the chair beside you.

"Do you want to sit?" You offer but she shakes her head. 

"I just-" she takes a deep breath in, ringing her hands together nervously. "I just wanted to apologize to you. Formally. I really messed up and-" out of nowhere she starts bursting into tears again and it took you a few seconds to properly register it before you quickly walked around your table to offer her a consoling hand.

"shshsh, you really don't have to explain."

Mai was a ways to the side, noticing your little predicament, so she gave a sympathetic look then continued to close up the stage for you. You mouth a 'thank you' to her from over Cecelia's shoulder before settling back on her shaking figure.

"But aren't you angry with me?" Cece is now wailing into her palms. You try and soothe her by rubbing her back, but it didn't seem to offer much, so you stretch over the table to your tote bag and grab the mini tissue packet for her. She takes it and really goes at it, "I fucked up so bad (y/n), like royally fucked up, and now I ruined your show too. I know you worked so hard on it-"

"Its fine cece." You squeeze her shoulders and bend down a little to look into her eyes. "Seriously, don't worry about it. Do you think I don't have a replacement?"

she then sniffles, lifting her head up like some kicked down puppy. "I thought you said you didn't prepare for one?..."

you give her a reassuring smile with an added wink for extra confidence. "Ah, have a little more faith in me, yeah? This is the biggest show of my life, of course I prepared for one."

That seems to calm her down a little bit because she's not crying anymore, but still she wipes her eyes. Spreading her dried up mascara bits even more. "If I can do anything to help, anything at all, please just let me know." 

You narrow your eyes at her, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "You should just go home and rest. I'll call you when rehearsal starts up again."

She suddenly comes in for a tight hug and although you work with her, you don’t really know her personally, so you awkwardly return it with a few pats on the back but then you think she probably really needs it so you squeeze her plenty instead. When she thanks you and turns to leave, she stops mid-step debating if she should say something.

"um, did he... did he say anything to you when you stopped him?" She can't look into your eyes when she asks. You think it's probably out of guilt, who really knows, but there's this ugly feeling in your chest that makes you think that Jean was probably telling you the truth. You don't want to get into the middle of anything, though, so you shake your head.

"Just that you guys had some problems."

She nods with a forced smile then leaves the empty hall.

---

"Cheated?" Mai scoffs beside you as you and her walked along the colonnade outside campus, a disgusted expression on her face. "And I consoled her. What a witch. And even Geto, I didn't think he was that kinda guy. Shame on him for making a move on a taken woman!"

You weren't listening to much of what she said since you had your own problems to figure out. Like for one, who in the world was going to replace your lead.

"So what're you going to do?" Mai sighs looking over at you, then frowns when she sees how despondent you looked, poking at your ice cream in a cup that you bought from some fundraising group in the university. You think it's for the Volleyball team if you're not mistaken.

Despite having told Cece that you had a replacement for Jeans' role, you didn't actually have one. Something about nobody was good enough or whatever high horse reasoning you had at the time.

"do you think I could bribe Mr Sayako into giving me an extension?" You ask Mai and she shakes her head.

"Wouldn't work hun, this was already your extension, remember?"

"Okay sure, but what the hell? he saw what happened up there. How could I have planned for that?"

"I guess it's worth a shot, but what happens if he says no?"

You sigh again, taking a mouthful of your sugary treat and spoke through it. "Look for a washed-up new lead, I guess,"

"What? you're just going to give up?" 

"mm," You shake your head, taking the spoon out of your mouth so you could talk, "its not giving up. I'm accepting reality. There's a fundamental difference there, I read about it in an article once-"

"That's giving up." She sweatdrops, watching you juggle your envelope and ice cream in one hand while you fish in your back pocket for your phone.

"whatever." You say, taking it out and already looking for an Uber nearby so you can wallow in your bed with that entire bottle of wine you had planned on popping for your opening night, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen. Mai then suddenly takes your shoulder, and it stops you from clicking accept.

"I have a crazy idea." She says. Looking ahead as if she can physically see the plan manifesting before her eyes. She's always had a habit of being pretty intriguing, so she peeked your interest enough to make you drop your arm, but you don't respond. "Why don't you ask Geto to be your lead?" 

You deadpan. Meh, sometimes she's just way off. "are you insane?" it seems the more seconds that go by the more she seems convinced that she actually thought of something brilliant. 

"Who isn't nowadays? Back to reality, I went to high school with him and he did a class play once and by the gods he was fucking phenomenal."

"a class play?" You repeat like the word was foreign to your tongue. 

"yeah!"

"Like informal and for marks?"

"Yeah? Why do I feel like you're being condescending."

you look at her funnily. "oh, is that the word?" you stuff your phone back into your pocket. "You can't possibly think because he was good in a class play he'd be good to act in front of an entire audience on a stage in make up and costume?"

"You're not listening to me!" She whines and shakes your shoulders. Her excessive persistence makes you groan, flailing your one unoccupied arm at her to push her away.

"he was irritatingly great! Like professional great! Every acting club begged for him to join, even I begged him once but he said no cause he was doing volleyball or whatever-" she stops talking when a sports committee student abruptly stops her and shoves a flyer into her hands while you continue to walk, "Sure, thanks," she absent-mindedly answers then catches up to you, "seriously, he was really good. I can guarantee you he would be much better than any random person you find now. With all the good actors taken he's your best shot."

You scoff, taking a spoon out of your ice cream again. "best shot..." you mutter. "ok fine, lets say he actually is as good as you say he is, what makes you think I can convince him?"

You give her a couple seconds so that the gears could turn in her head, but the disappointment never hits, and her expression changes like a lightbulb flashing yellow, "You can be very persuasive." Is her counterargument.

You raise a brow at her instead of answering, so she gives you one of her meanest, half-assed glares. "Why are you being so difficult right now?"

"Because I'm not in the mood to make a fool out of myself with someone I don't even know, not to mention incase you forgot, he is literally the reason my first lead quit on me!"

"and some people fuck their CEO to get a promotion!"

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

She rolls her eyes impatiently.

"You have been trying to get picked up on your writing for years now. Are you seriously willing to just throw all that away just so you can say a couple of years down the line that you maintained your morals?" She looks at you genuinely concerned, and it makes you frown.

"I guess not..."

"Then you can't be thinking about everyone else's feelings (y/n). You do what you gotta do in this world. It's survival of the fittest. Someone else's drama shouldn't become your problem."

"But what if-"

"Zip it." She takes your ice cream and it makes you frown harder. "It's just one audition. I swear on my convertible you can pin the blame on me if shit hits the fan." 

You press your lips into a tight line and narrow your eyes at her. She does love that damn car...nothing you said would go through her thick skull, but admittedly, a part of you was already convinced. What more do you have to lose in a world full of vultures?

Mai glances down at the flyer in her hand and is about to throw it away when she gasps and starts to shove it in your face.

"You cannot tell me this isn't a sign!"

You send her an irritated look when she doesn't stop the shoving and forcibly pull the flyer out of her hand to read it. In clear-cut bold, it says:

Volleyball Team try-outs!

The gym will be closed for the next month in order to facilitate the try-outs and training of new team members.

Trials start on the 27th of May and ends on the 21st of June

Make the time and become a part of the Todai Volleyball team!

It was professionally designed with a team photo transparently printed behind the font, too. Geto so easily noticeable amongst the various other team members. It was a testiment to just how much the school adored their volleyball team, handing out these flyers to just about anybody that has a pair of hands, going off of the stack that was in that guys arms.

The date, however, was what interested you the most because it couldn't have been more perfect, giving Geto, if he had to agree, the perfect opportunity to help you out and not clash with his practices.

Mai gasps then, her line of sight just past your head. "Speak of the devil!" She grips your arm and forces your attention to the right. You feel your chest tighten when you see him in all his glory, Geto Suguru, and a few other guys you recognize as a part of the team around him. Geez, things seem to be aligning a little too perfectly here...

They just walked out of the econ building and you can already notice the attention they were bringing.

Mai is suddenly pushing against your back fervently. "Now's your chance, c'mon! Let's go!"

"What?!" You look back at her like she's gone mental. "Now? You want me to go now?" 

"When else?!"

"I didn't even prepare anything! Don't I only have one shot?!"

"Yes and this is it! You're the most persuasive when you don't overthink anything. Just ask him and don't be a pussy about it!"

She pushes you hard, and it's enough to get you to start walking his way anxiously, looking back at her enthusiastic smile as she gives you two thumbs up like a mum sending her child off to school.

You sigh pitifully, shaking your head. What in the world has your life come to? Just now you had the perfect cast, the perfect script, and now you're going to beg and grovel to someone you've never even spoken to before? you suppose, by some miracle if he's as good as Mai says he is then you wouldn't mind. But that was one big miracle and you don't think you've done enough good deeds to warrant that.

You adjust your navy blue headband to neaten out the baby strands that were sticking out in your hair. The rowdiness of the group with their deep, masculine laughter, trying to speak over one another becoming abundantly clear as you neared, although Geto seemed to be the only one that's not trying to scream over his teammates. You neatened your buttoned up white shirt, unrolled your black jersey sleeves, and lifted your pants up with the hoops of the waistband. 

"god... here we go," you mutter. "excuse me." you say loud enough to catch the attention of just the right person who turns his head right as a guy beside him gave a solid slap on his back and exclaimed a this guys worse, dude before following the group further down the pavement, leaving you alone with Geto.

For some reason, it feels like that heart stopping moment in a movie where the lead has just met the most gorgeous man in her life. Leaves floating mid-air, the wind twirling both your hairs. That's probably just your over imagination, though.

You give him your best smile, waving your hand but also mentally aware to not actually swoon over him because wow, up close you could just tell he was a man made with love. 

He’s tall, atleast six feet tall which is well above your head and there's a slight sag to his shoulders coupled with effortless bedroom eyes. Truly every womans fantasy. He has long, thick hair that you'd kill for, tied in a messy high bun that suggests he didn’t bother with it after his practice and he loosely grips a half-empty water bottle with the droplets still clinging to the sides. One hand is tucked casually inside his long white and blue athletic pants and his sports jacket is zipped three-quarter of the way. You hope you didn't pan up his physique. You just couldn't help but notice how effortless he looked, and you started to get your hopes up that maybe Mai was onto something.

You notice he looks a bit pensive by your sudden approach, a light crease forming in his eyebrows as if trying to recognize you, but it quickly disappears the same moment his eyes flicker to your hands that still hold your small admissions envelope that you got signed to book out the hall for your shows opening night.

“I don’t think you know me,” you say, and he naturally switches into this approachable demeanor with a light smile, shaking his head that makes his bangs sway gently.

“No, I don’t think I do.” He turns away from his retreating friends to give you his full attention, and it catches you so off guard. You suppose, there’s a delicateness to him that you hadn’t anticipated.

“I’m (y/n),” you introduce yourself quickly, having some irrational fear of forgetting your name. He nods, acknowledging you. “Geto.” he says as if not everybody already knew who he was.

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and exhale, suddenly feeling nervous.

“So, listen... I know we've just met and this is kind of random. I don’t want to waste your time, so I’ll just cut to the chase. I’m producing this show, and I’d really like for you to audition to be my lead -" Your words trail off as you notice his expression change.

"A show?" He repeats. There’s suddenly an intensity in his gaze that makes you want to apologize for even asking because it feels like you’ve wronged him somehow. You just nod. "Yeah...or like a play, whichever works..." 

“Oh.” You hear the disinterest in his tone, but he covers it up with a polite smile, “Thank you, but I’ll have to decline. I’m really busy with volleyball practice.”

"I know you're busy," you cut him off, taking a step closer but remember you can't come off as desperate despite how much you actually are. "my play's opening night is June 23rd, and I know your practices are on hold now for the next month with the trials starting up."

He stares at you for a few seconds, almost like a deer caught in headlights and then he chuckles.

"You really did your homework."

You give him a weak smile, shrugging. "If I'm going to ask you I think it's only safe measure to know my information, right? This wouldn't be just for me either. This would be really good exposure for you too. I have pretty top end agencies attending the play and you never know. They may just be interested in what they see."

Daringly you once him over, but you don't think about how inappropriate that may be until after you've already checked him out. Luckily he doesn't seem like the type to get overly offended, still you snap your eyes back up to his slightly amused ones.

He hums, crossing his arms and getting more comfortable on his feet. It takes everything in you to not glance at how nice his arms probably look across his chest.

"But I'm pursuing volleyball, what need would I have for acting agencies?"

heh...no one said it would be easy...

"Well, they're not just looking for actors," You no longer feel this impending sense of rejection, rather the confidence in you coming out as easily as directions. "they could use you for the sports magazine, publicize your skills, your credentials. It could easily bring nationwide attention for you to be on that, which I'm sure now that it's your final year, professional teams are most likely head hunting."

You feel a sense of pride when Geto’s demeanor shifts subtly from uninterested to genuinely intrigued. You’ve cast the line, and now you just need to reel him in.

“Hm,” he exhales, shoulders dropping slightly. “How long is it again?”

"one month. Give or take a few days."

"and you want me to audition?"

"Yeah, any day this week is cool but preferably as soon as possible."

He raises a brow and by the tug of his lip you're assuming he has something snarky to say. "This sounds like the most important play of your life...and you're only now looking for a lead?"

You flush at his comment, glancing away sheepishly at the students exiting the campus doors. Sharp as a knife this one...

"That's a... It's a really long story, but you don't have to worry about that, I have a complete team that's ready to go at a moments notice. I just need my lead."

He taps his finger over his bicep, nibbling on the inside of his cheek as if he's thinking about it and you think you might have actually convinced him, but then he shakes his head again and this time he's halfway turning around with a hand raised.

"Sorry, but I'm just not interested. Good luck with your search though." then he leaves, catching up with his friends. Your jaw literally drops. He asked all those questions just to fucking say no?! 

In his defense he was surprisingly polite, but you couldn't care less about that as you feel your frustration start to grow, all the events of the day coming to a boiling point. Without thinking and with really nothing to lose, you yell:

"You owe me, you asshole!"

and he turns, so damn fast you're surprised he didn't get whiplash. His face was just screaming for you to repeat that and you did. Gladly. The idea that you're just using him as a punching bag well out of your rationality range.

"You think I don't know? sleeping around with girls that are already taken!?" Ah, you vaguely remember hearing Mai say something like that.

How strange though, you don't even know when it happened or how in the world he moved so fast but you're suddenly pushed back into campus with a very strong hand, dragged into a random empty lecture hall as if you weren't a fully grown adult yourself and then despite how much Geto tried to whisper, he echoed in the large room.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He demands, now looming over you and usually you'd be intimidated by a man as dominating as him but in this current moment you could only glare and channel every nerve of frustration into the conversation.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" You press a finger into his hard chest and for a split second you see him look taken a back by just how angry you are. "Sleeping with someone that's already taken- Do you have any idea how hard I worked, how long I slaved away at this show just to have it ruined because you couldn't keep it in your pants for someone that's available?!"

Geto’s eye twitches, and for a moment, you think he’s going to yell back at you. But instead he takes a step back, running a hand through his messy hair as he forces himself to stay calm.

“Look,” he says, “I don’t know what you think you know, but whatever happened between me and... whoever, it’s not my fault your show is falling apart.”

You let out a bitter laugh, looking away and shaking your head. “Cecilia. And of course, it’s not your fault. It’s never the other person's fault, right? You just waltz into people’s lives, do whatever the hell you want, and leave them and others to deal with the mess.”

Geto’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing as he stares down at you. “I didn’t ask that girl to be unfaithful, I didn't even know she was before she threw herself onto me and I sure as hell didn’t ask to be dragged into this drama. So why don’t you stop blaming me for your problems?”

“oh, my bad, you’re right. You didn’t ask for this so that just means all of the problems you had a hand in just fall away." You take a step closer, teetering the edge of calm and blowing a fuse, " I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, but your actions have consequences you know. Whether you like it or not, you’re part of the reason why things went south. Why I don't have my lead anymore. You could at least try to be an adult about it by taking some responsibility instead of just playing innocent.” Your phone starts buzzing in your back pocket, and you see it's Mai texting you, but you quickly turn it off.

You don't see his expression soften slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing as he considers your words. “you actually believe being in your play is going to make up for it?”

Your ears perk when you hear the opportunity in his voice and you look back at him, noticing how he seems to be considering you, “It’s a start,” you plead, “I know it’s a long shot, but it’s all I’ve got. I’ve worked so hard on this, and I’m not ready to give it all up when I'm so close to the end."

You watch his chest rise and fall with a deep breath as he turns his head to look away from you and instead at the empty seats in the lecture hall. Long lashes flutter against the top of his cheeks every time he blinks. You hate the fact that you think about how unfairly attractive he is in the moment. After a long pause, he finally looks back at you, his expression unreadable.

“Fine,” he says quietly and your eyes widen. “I’ll audition. But that’s all I’m promising. If I don’t like it, I’m out.”

You can't control how shocked you look when he acquiesces. Honestly, you didn't expect anything out of this after calling him out the way you did and just started running your mouth to let off some steam, but maybe he really did feel bad. “s-seriously? Oh my god, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he warns, the seriousness in his tone cutting through your relief. “Like I said, this doesn’t mean I’m committed. I’ll give it a shot, but if I’m not into it, that’s it.”

“I understand,” you say, quickly nodding. “That’s all I’m asking.”

Geto takes a step back, leaning on the edge of the lecturers table with one palm holding his wrist. “So when should I come in to audition?”

"Uh-... " Your mind runs blank, you hadn't expected to come this far. You scramble for your phone to check the schedule you’d painstakingly put together, but not a single slot was available. "How's tomorrow afternoon?" You look at him.

Geto raises an eyebrow. “Afternoon works. What time are we talking?”

You tap on your phone screen with your painted nail, trying to appear confident despite the nerves. “How about 4pm?”

“Sounds good," he tilts his head and his eyes get smaller, almost like a predator stalking his prey. "but only if you agree to one condition.”

"condition?”

"yes," a witty smile then plays on his lips and somehow he looks even cuter. “I want an iced coffee,"  His shoulders raise as he shrugs. "It's the least you could do after nearly tarnishing my name out there."

You blink, momentarily taken aback by such an innocent request. “uh, yeah sure. I can do that. Is that all?"

He gives you a pointed look before he pushes off the desk and walks over to you. You feel yourself straighten up by the approach. "You make it sound like that's an easy condition, but I'm a very hard man to satisfy." He stops in front of you, and you have to crane your neck to keep eye-contact. "But for now, yes." his eyes flicker between yours and the faint smell of his masculine scent hits you. "That's all."

You get a bit overwhelmed by his unwavering eyes so you look away into your tote bag. You swear he becomes just a little bit smug by it. "um, here’s the script." You pull out your personal script since it was the only one you had on hand. When Geto looks at the worn-out, slightly crumpled script covered in handwritten notes, annotations, and sticky tabs, his gaze softens, and he takes it tentatively from you.

“I know it looks like a mess, but it’s got all the notes and directions you’ll need. Just ignore the scribbles if they get in your way—most of it is just me trying to make sense of everything.” You adjust your bag strap sheepishly while Geto cards through the pages with his thumb. 

"You're really passionate about this." He glances at you and you're not even paying attention to him anymore. Your eyes are trained on the script in his hands like it was your holy bible and it might as well have been.

"Hm, I've been working on it since the start of the semester. I'm hoping to get picked up with this bad boy." You look back at him, and you're suddenly giving off a much softer, easy-going vibe. He thought how strange it was that you saw no issue in handing over probably your most prized possession to a complete stranger. In your defense he's ,always been told that he's a pretty trustworthy person. He sighs and then tucks the script to his side. "I’ll see you at the audition, then.”

You smile back at him. "hm, see you then. And thanks again. Really."

he hums and walks past you to the door, brushing his arm against yours where you could feel the cold fabric touch your skin, the tension in your chest finally starts to ease. Just as he reaches the exit, he pauses and glances back at you.

“And for the record,” he adds, his voice carrying easily across the empty room, “you’ve got guts. Not many people would call me out like that.”

Your heart stutters and with that, he leaves, the door clicking shut behind him. You stand there for a moment, still processing everything that just happened. Your heart is still racing, but it’s no longer from anger or frustration. It’s from a strange, tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, things might work out after all. When you leave the class you're surprised to see Mai just a meter away, gnawing at her nails with the most horrified expression on her face. When she sees you she doesn't waste time to grab your arm and drag you out of the campus building. "I told you to convince him to audition, not fucking call him out, you idiot!"

You laugh at her, holding her hand that's on your forearm. "Do I have some good news for you."

✧You're all caught up!

[lllivia]

Lottie Matthews x tired fem reader

Reader is overworking herself because she's stressed about very important exams that will guarantee she gets to the college she wants, but lottie noticed this, and just drags her away from her desk to cuddle and pamper little cutie kisses all over her face, body, basically everywhere until Reader falls asleep :((

U said to send requests, so idk if this one is all that good 🥹

I'll always take care of you

Lottie Matthews xf!reader

a/n: AHH I HOPE THIS IS OK, I'VE NEVER REALLY GOTTEN REQUESTS SO I'M PROBABLY NOT THAT GOOD YET (also I forgot to read through it properly and kinda went offscript with some of it sorryy) 😭😭

Summary: Lottie tries her best to comfort you in a stressful situation

Warnings: not proofread, kinda short, modern au, tooth rotting fluff

"Fuck" you mutter as you sit up, rubbing your eyes as you look down at the cluttered desk where you accidentally fell asleep for a few minutes, once again.

You look down at your stuff and sigh, tired of all the studying you have been doing for the last few weeks to make sure you'll ace your upcoming exam.

As you sort through the multiple stacks of paper and pencils your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket, effectively breaking you out of your trance.

'Hey can I come over? Soccer practice just finished 😎⚽' - lottie the loser🤓💕

The notification lights up, making you giggle tiredly as you see the message from your girlfriend. You hadn't really spent too much time together lately, usually clinging onto each other 24/7, but ever since your exams had started you had been locked up in your room revising everything you had learned for much more time than needed.

You quickly go to answer, your happiness sucked out of you as you look down at your work again and remember you still have stuff you haven't gone through as throughly as you would have wanted.

'I'm sorry Lottie but I don't think I have time for that rn, too busy studying ☹️💔' - you

You respond before putting your phone down, focusing once again on your work.

-

After about an hour you decide it's time for a well deserved break and stand up from your desk, swaying slightly from the exhaustion weighing down your body before collapsing right into bed thinking a thirty minute nap wouldn't hurt.

DING

You shoot up from bed, wondering who could have just rang the doorbell as your parents weren't expected home from their date until late that evening and the only other person who you had talked to was Lottie, who you specifically told not to come.

DING DING DING

Comes from down stairs once again and you throw your blanket off of you, a tiny bit pissed off that somebody decided to disturb the little time of rest you had set off for yourself.

A few long seconds go by before your hand wraps around the handle to your front door, opening up to whoever interrupted you.

"Hi baby!!" Your girlfriend excitedly says as you open the door for her, stepping into your house before you can even utter a word.

"Now I know you said not to come over, but we haven't hung out in so long and I miss youu" Lottie pouts, shrugging off her backpack before wrapping her long arms around you.

"I miss you too Lot, it's just that I have to nail this exam to pass my final grade" you sigh again, feeling miserable about rejecting her as you pull away.

"Come on y/n, I haven't seen you looking up from your notes in WEEKS, you look exhausted and you need to rest. " Lottie responds with a mildly stern voice as she tries to hide her sadness.

"It's just a couple more weeks, I'll be fine! There's no need to worry about me" you try to reassure her.

"I have to get into this school Lot, It's where my parents always wanted me to go, and I don't want to disappoint them.." You continue, suddenly somber as you try to contain an overwhelming gush of emotions.

"You have nothing to worry about y/n, I know you, you're probably going to do better than anyone else ok? So let's take a little break together, it will probably be easier to study after you've slept a bit" Lottie says gently and lifts her hand up towards your face to brush over your cheek gently in an attempt to comfort you.

Quickly accepting defeat you lean into her, too exhausted to argue as you let yourself relax properly for the first time in a while. "Well I was planning to take a tiny break anyways, but no longer than an hour, ok?" you muster a small smile and playfully poke Lottie.

"Ok then, go lay down in your bed, I'll be right there" Your wonderful girlfriend gushes and hurries to her backpack as you start walking towards your room.

10 minutes go by with no sign of Lottie before you start to get to get suspicious. You're about to get up to check if she left when she walks through the doorframe with a tray in her hands, balancing two steaming cups of tea, two blueberry muffins (from your favorite cafe) and a bowl of fresh fruit while looking extremely proud of herself.

"Oh gosh, you didn't have to do all of this Lot" you let out a surprised laugh making the girl opposite of you grin even wider, her tiny fangs showing.

"Of course I did, I love you" She puts the tray down in your lap and snuggles up close to you. "And I'll always take care of you, okay? So if you ever feel this much pressure and stress again just come to me and I'll help you in any way possible" she peppers your cheek with kisses and wraps her arm around you affectionately, using the other hand to turn on the tv.

What feels like hours go by as you relax together, enjoying the peace as a movie plays.

-

You end up laying in Lotties lap as her hands soothingly brushes through your hair, her head coming down to kiss you once in a while as she explains that your lips are so addicting that she'll never get enough of them.

And then before you know it the tray is set aside and you lay down, your back pressed against Lotties front as she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

"I love you Lot" you whisper tiredly, your slightly slurred words making her chuckle as she kisses you all over.

"I love you too baby, I'll wake you up in the morning, you need some proper sleep" she whispers back as all your thoughts drift away, the last thing you feel being Lottie shifting one last time to kiss your forehead before she slowly begins falling asleep too, her heart beating steadily as she listens to your calm breath with a small smile on her face, happy that she managed to make you feel better.

-

a/n: so sorry idk anything about how american high schools or college's work so Idrk how they do exams either 😍

PLEEEASE SEND REQUESTS I'M BEGGING YOU 🙏😩

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[ask-observer-wally]

Greetings! It seems some strange anomoly has befallen on one of the empty televisions, much to observers dismay, voices seems to be whats come about it, voices with many questions, quations he prefers to not answer

now, who is observer?

observer is a variant of the well known Wally Darling, he exists at a place know as ''Out of bounds'' and is assumed to have existed for a very longe time

his task is to observe and maintiain the multiverse, keeping the shows [also known as Variants/AUs] from ever going offscript, he is also tasked to fend of beings who may cause harm to any of these shows

he may come of as a distant grump, but bug him enough he may just become even grumpier ahah

his reference!

Bounderies and Heads up! before asks!!

I do not own Welcome home and the character Wally Darling, this is simply a multiversal AU, I have made for the sillies

I made my own set of rules for my Multiverse AU lore, so uhh if ya'll end up liking these rules you can follow em too! but please don't boss anyone around about how things should go, alright? everyone can have their own interpretation and rules for the multiverse concept.

Although this blog is mostly for the silly interactions if lore related stuff pop up, there may be a bit of spoopy stuff like horror and gore, and may be some heave stuff, maybe.

I won't be as frequent with replies, but I will try to answer them when I can ahah!

as for bounderies, I don't have much, just in General stuff of what not to do, and you know.. not be too weird pls.

--------- side note ---------

this blogs and a few wh multiverse blogs are going on a on going story which the official cast are :

disclaimer some asks post are part of the lore and some are just for fun interaction

#wttmvlore and #funinteractions will be the indicator of what will be canon to the on going story or not.

I would like to note that we're still working on the wttmv, so I hope that you all will have patience with us and at least enjoy the blogs that are currently active

[azurem]

Finally something not inkmare related...! this is how I picture dreamtale's trees in my verse. As expected, it's very much not canon compliant! Hope I make sense...!

Okay, so we know that in Dreamtale (DT for short, or I'll go coo coo), there exists 3 trees that basically support all life: the tree of emotions, the tree of magic and the tree of life and death.

In my verse, the attribute of the third tree gets changed so it fits with Reaper existing and vibing: the tree isn't of literally life and death, but rather of memories.

So the trees' attributes resemble the inner composition of a monster's soul: Love (Emotions), Magic, and Compassion (Memories translate into knowledge, the capacity of acknowledging a person's suffering)

But also thanks to that I can explain the existence of Outcodes in my verse...! kinda!

I always felt like the existence of something "inside" the story shouldn't affect something "outside" of it (the only exception being Error, of course, since that's his role), so the idea that the trees ruled over all the AUs' script seemed a bit off to me? So I decided to make it make sense in my head by changing it so the AUs themselves aren't dependent on the trees to have their script played out, but rather the (out)scripts events being dependent on the trees existing.

For example, in a multiverse without the trees, Underfell would play out normally. All feelings, memories, and magic there were coded to happen, so they do happen. However, once the script is done and written, they can't experience anything of that: they can't go outscript because the actions aren't coded; it's like trying to make someone go 5th dimensional. It's just impossible to make it happen (I imagine their character assets/the bodies just stay still until the script plays out again. Kinda like ____tale)

However, if the trees do exist, then the script isn't determinant on whether the characters can act or not. Of course, they'll follow the script most of the time if there's no third person interference, but they will be able to react in case the script isn't followed, because the trees are basically giving the characters... free will? In a way?

This, of course, means that if they ever go offscript they'd be affected by the trees' state. For a second, after Nightmare became corrupted, any action offscript would have been made based on a negative emotion, because they quite literally can't react in other ways since it's not coded.

Andddd going back to the trees themselves...! I imagine there's a super obscure inheritance thing for them (this will help me explain my verse Nightmare's final goal).

Mortals cannot withstand more than one apple since they... uh. Get super overwhelmed by energy and explode. Nightmare doesn't explode, but rather melts because the negativity is just too much for his monster body to handle.

Of course, it can be explained by him being Nim-made, but I can push it a bit further and explain it as him unintentionally kick-starting a process to make him the new Guardian of Emotions (since neither him nor Dream were created to be that, but rather just temporary replacements), which started the moment he ate more than one apple.

As such, his final goal isn't just to steal Dream's apple/kill him just to make everyone feel miserable, but is rather more linked to his desire to ascend into a balanced being that isn't just made from negative emotions, but that controls positive ones, too (a God, if one thinks of Nim as such).

(Whoever has the 1000 apples becomes the new Tree of Emotions, since Nim died).

[hectorthedoggo]

An (relatively es-centric) milgram x alnst au i made for funsies

this is really messy but if you like any of this feel free to use it! also it's angst

Backstory: Fuuta and Yuno grew up together, they have a thing going on, but Yuno still does her hobby to cope with the situation. (and curry favor).

Shidou is the winner of the previous round, because he thought it would secure a future for his family but they took his family anyways. Fan favorite.

Es is an exceptionally talented teen that was entered into Alien Stage early so they could be the youngest person to win in Alien Stage. < es is also shidou’s kid, just both of them don’t remember it because aliens did something idfk i just like that hc

Es was the youngest of anakt garden, and had a good relationship with Kotoko. The two planned to run away together, but then someone tipped them off.

Mahiru was a bright girl who loved to be oblivious about everything; she ended up tipping off the aliens about the situation

Round 1: es vs Shidou. Shidou doesn't sing, and Es thinks it's because he pities them. The aliens take Shidou due to his non-compliance, and apologizes to the aliens. Es gets a solo (a song they liked to sing, undercover (perhaps)), and revels in the attention, but wishes they could’ve been around to beat Shidou.

Round 2: Fuuta vs. Acorn. Futa sings about how Alien Stage mistreats them, and how he's going to "break" the mold of Alien Stage (with Yuno). He does seem quite afraid of losing her, but doesn’t say it.

Round 3: Yuno vs random guy. She sings about being a woman, basically umbilical, and also her relationship with Kotoko, how she wished she could have run away with her, but wanted to stay with Fuuta.

Round 4: DNE. Mahiru is DEAD and Kotoko is missing.

Round 5: es vs Shidou again. Es has notably more bows on their outfit (representing how they've become the new fan ), and they're ready to sing against Shidou, but sure enough, he's just smiling like a proud parent, mic knocked on the floor. 

Es gets angry at him, for he's taking away their opportunity to shine, etc, and attacks him. They start singing, and the round ends in Shidou hugging Es, completely mute. They push him away, and he gets shot, falling to the floor. They look horrified at what they've done, but follow the guards off the stage in a daze.

Round 6: Yuno vs Fuuta. They both have a requited love for each other, but Yuno does not want to win because she knows why she won last time--- sexual appeal. She thinks Fuuta can have better opportunities than her; he has talent, he has a future, and she's just a woman. So, she holds back, and Fuuta wins.

Round 7: both Es and Fuuta hate the aliens, so they go offscript and sing Chimera by Deco*27. Kotoko comes back into the scene to save them, but es ends up winning, as they’re the fan favorite. Fuuta was too apathetic to put his all in, cause Yuno died for him, but she's dead. Es refuses to comply with Kotoko, and she gets captured.

Bonus round: Kotoko versus Es. Es has low-key given up, and Kotoko wants to win so she can continue her justice movement. However, Kotoko does not want to trample es, and they have a little "waltz of justice" < name of song. They dance a lot. Kotoko ends up losing because the aliens hate her for Mahiru's death, and es decides to fall into conformity, putting their all into singing against Kotoko. Es is left on stage with her body, and regret, having won.

OUTFITS:

es gets Luka's bow outfit, but it's tattered w blood at the 7th, but refurbished for the bonus round.

Shidou has a black mourning suit, like you’d wear at a funeral, until round 5 where he takes the tradition of dressing up in white. (did he know that es was his kid? Who knows… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Kotoko gets her kinda crop top, rebellious outfit (Hyuna), but gets dressed like a wolf for the final round.

Fuuta and yuno have matching outfits. They both go into this with respect for each other and the understanding that they're going to die. They kinda have that respecting bond and apathy.

[liliallowed]

What is the lore of your dust?! He looks so sick!!

thank you!

to clarify, his name isn't closure. his AU is called CLOSURE. his timeline directly branches off dusttale's code. the souls stray offscript and sorta absorb him instead of him going to the souls.

you can refer to him as murder. he's technically still sans but the souls also have a big influence on his mind too.

as for his lore its updated! i reworked some plot holes.

heres the comic!

i kinda edited this ask because the previous answer is no longer true sorry.

[dandysworld-improvised-au]

"Improvised: Adjective, created or performed spontaneously or without preparation."

welcome to whatever this is lmfao i [ @tansypawz ] created this au alongside my partner @butchdykenormallen months ago and we're both very insane about it.and i wanted to share it with tumblr properly :-] this au is extremely intertwined with my theories about dandys world so if you wanna check those out then heres a link to the post rodger has been delving deeper into his research, hoping for a breakthrough that will explain everything. why he was being sent down to gather ichor with his friends, what twisteds were and how to neutralize them, why dandy had gotten so distant, it was all going to be revealed soon. but what happens when things go awry ? when the script of your judgement slips from your hand ? you improvise.

i am. Extremely incoherent about the things i like so apologies if a lot of the stuff i post here doesnt make sense

this is still very much a wip i didnt even plan on making a sideblog but the idea hit and i just.made a poll and the people wanted a sideblog so here we are tag guides [all posts will be tagged with [#dandys world improvised] because.yeah. feel free to use this tag for fanart !!!] [#improvised dialogue]: regular rambles [#offscript]: reblogs coming from my main account [@tansypawz] [#rushed props]: art relating to the au [#surprise! spotlight]: reblogging fanart and other stuff people make about the au [#please no paparazzi]: answering asks [#this isnt part of the show]: stuff not relating to the au [such as irl updates n stuff] [#these arent my lines]: posts made in-character for the sake of.idk revealing plot points and such IDK i have no idea what im doing [a good example of this is like.fake dashboard posts] DISCLAIMER !!!!! THIS IS NOT AN ASKBLOG !!! ALL THE ASKS YOU SEND TO THIS BLOG WILL GO TO ME. IM NOT ANSWERING THESE IN-CHARACTER !! IF YOU WANT IN-CHARACTER STUFF PLEASE GO TO @magnifficient PLSPLSPLS also a lot of the toons are affected by my headcanons in this au so if you see me use she/her on glisten please dont throw rocks at me. i can explain my headcanons and thoughts if youd like [i would love to talk about them !!] but please be kind about it :[ otherwise i might just block you

uhh this blog uses the same dnis as the host so.heres the strawpage so you can see the dnis

[tenguucringefails]

I drew this poorly but idfc I’m so crazy over these two

Also a little peek at some of the monster features Rudi hides (One day I’ll draw her monster form lmao)

[doyouwanttobeagod]

Are you okay, pillow?

Not *okay*.

I'm GETTING *okay.* Huge difference, but a RESPECTFUL difference. Wouldn't you agree?

[separocean-anxiety]

Trying to lay out the chapters for my Beyond the Sea AU guides (which will be published here and on Wattpad). Allow me to brainstorm:

CAST

[ INTRODUCTION ]

[ CONSECUTIVE CHAPTERS FOR EACH CHARACTER WITH REF SHEETS + DESCRIPTIONS + BACKGROUND INFO ]

[ CONCEPT ART GALLERY(?) ]

DIVEARTH

[ INTRODUCTION + INSPIRATIONS ]

[ A BRIEF HISTORY | BREACH, FIRST CONTACT, NEPTUNE AND THE WHALE ]

[ HOW IT WORKS | SURFACE/NACAIR/TRUE BLUE, MUTATIONS, CORTALS, ETC. ]

[ HUMAN/DIVER/FISH RELATIONS | THE INSTITUTE, TANK ISLAND, OFFSCRIPT, SHARKS, HUMAN COMMUNITIES ON THE SURFACE, DIVER ARTIFACTS BELOW ]

[ FINDING NEMO SUMMARY ]

[ “THREE YEARS LATER” | TANK GANG’S FATE, FILLING IN THE BLANKS ]

[ FINDING DORY SUMMARY ]

[ GLOSSA-REEF AND/OR FINDEX ]

[FIN]GNETTES

[ INTRO/DISCLAIMER FOR POTENTIAL INCONSISTENCIES ]

[ ALL OTHER CHAPTERS ARE ONE-SHOTS/POEMS/CHARACTER STUDIES ]

[savingthrcw]

okay but also I need people I follow with DAO companions to hurl them at Neria because I need those feels, considering that I can go offscript because I don't have limited options and it'd be sooo funny and cute to have her interact with them all, between her general need to discover the world outside the Circle, the fact that she's always joking/deflecting/the type who would call people bro or dude if she knew those words BUT also affectionate, and wants to save everyone so badly and is so caring? But also given that she went to the Circle before doing anything else AUS where she recruits Cullen somehow, or he's forced to follow them away, so he has some time to heal and be around mages who aren't possessed including her

just... rewriting the moments when they are getting to know each other or reaction to important things in her companions lives but also write lots of normal slices of lifes just to make the angsty/painful/dangerous moments matter