#honestly i been lacking on the skeleton kissing i need 2 get back 2 it

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Beyond The Screen [2/2]

[Continuation from Here]  [Commissioned by @princce7]

[Word Count: 2,192]

Alphys was finally settled down in her chair, wrapped in a blanket with a small bowl of cereal and spoon in her hands. The large computer screen before her playing a strange cartoon with weird humans with cat ears and tails. A loud and obnoxious theme song of sorts blasted through the speakers.

Alphys watched intently as the episode began with a battle scene. Punches thrown, kicks to knock down foes. The main villain holding up the hero by the collar of their, incredibly cute, magical fighting costume. Before the villain could strike the hero down, they were soon defeated by a finishing attack from the hero’s friend group.

With the day saved, the hero and their friends were congratulated. Alphys closely watched as the hero’s main love interest entered the scene, hugging the hero and congratulating them on a job well done.

She leaned forward as the kiss scene was starting. Eyes widening.

The loud ring of her phone caused her to jump, spilling a bit of her cereal on herself and dropping her spoon in the process. Alphys frantically searched for her phone in the mess of blanket and cereal. Finding it next to her, Alphys picked the phone up.

“H-hello?”

“Alphys? We need to talk.” Sans spoke tiredly on the other end.

“Oh? A-about what?” Alphys questioned.

“That game you sent me.”

Alphys grinned for a moment before frowning. “Oh jeez, did you get past act 1 already with Sayori?”

“Sort of. What the hell was all that? Why would you send me something like that!” Sans tone was now agitated.

Alphys winced. She knew the subject matter was a bit much for most folks, but she thought Sans could handle it. She went to add in her comment when Sans cut her off, ranting loudly, adding a few curses here and there. Alphys had never heard Sans this upset before.

“H-hey, slow down a bit, will ya? Deep breathes...Okay, can you repeat all that Sans?” Alphys spoke calmly as she could over the phone with the panicked skeleton.

“That game you sent me? ‘Doki Doki something or other’? It’s pretty fucked up.”

“Oh yeah, I probably should have warned you about the genre, b-but that would’ve ruined your experience with the game.” Alphys replied, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Telling me definitely would’ve saved them.” Sans muttered quietly under his breath before speaking into the phone once more.

“So, it’s normal that the game played out the way it did?” He asked.

“Wanna be more specific? I know it might’ve b-been a lot to take in and-” Alphys was cut off by Sans once again.

“Shutting itself off and making me delete characters?”

Alphys thought for a moment before replying. “Yes, but I-I don’t think it can technically shut itself off, that might have been your computer crashing.”

“And taking over my computer? Sending me messages?”

Alphys paused at this, brows furrowed. “Wait...what?”

Another tired sigh left Sans as he went in to talk more. “You know, when Monika opens up a text box and starts conversing with you? She talks about a lot of weird things, it’s kind of fucked up.” He sounded less tired, and more calm now.

Happy to finally get out all that he had witnessed.

“...Sans, what are you talking about?” Alphys questioned.

Sans grew quiet. “Is that not a part of the game?” He replied quietly.

“No.” Alphys stated.

Sans sat there, confused.

When neither party spoke, Alphys switched off her TV and huddled into her blanket.

“W-would you like for me to look over the game? It’s possible that when I sent it to you, there might have been malware attached. Though I’m v-very thorough when checking through every file I download, and there wasn’t any malware detected.”

“I...I don’t know how technology works, honestly. But I’m willing to give it a shot.” Sans chuckled nervously.

“Alright, meet me at my place in a bit.”

And with that, Alphys ended the phone call. She looked from her cereal-coated blanket to her computer screen, anime still paused. The computer was turned off, and the blanket was picked up and taken to be washed by a small robot. Alphys got up and wandered off to search for her tablet.

Sans got up from his chair with a stretch and loud pop from his spine. He groaned and wandered out of his room, heading down to the living room. He passed by Papyrus, who was humming loudly in the kitchen.

If Sans could smell, he would’ve been punched in the face by the amount of spices that filled the air.

The taller skeleton poked his head from the kitchen with a big smile. His chef hat sitting neatly on his head, and his apron stained terribly.

“Sans, I’ve been trying out a new spaghetti recipe! Would you like to try it?”

When Sans turned to look at his brother, Papyrus’ warm smile faltered slightly. He noticed how tired his brother looked, even more than the usual.

“Sans? Is everything alright?” Papyrus asked, stepping out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Alphys sent me a game and I’m heading over her place to see if she can fix it.”

“Fix it?” Papyrus tilted his head at this.

Not knowing how video games worked, or most technology in general, Papyrus didn’t know how to help out.

“Yeah, it’s got some bugs in it, so Alphys wants to look it over.” Sans replied, opening the front door to head out.

“Well, alright. When you come back, I’d appreciate it if you ate some of my new spaghetti!” Papyrus beamed.

Sans chuckled and gave Papyrus a nod. “Sure thing, bro.”

The cold snow from above gently sprinkled itself onto Sans’ old hoodie. The trip to the Hotlands wouldn’t be too far from Snowdin. He knew of a shortcut, after all.

With a knock at the large metal door of the laboratory, Sans took a step back as the doors slid open, revealing a bouncy Alphys. She was holding a tablet, eyes shining in excitement.

“So, tell me more about what the game was doing.”

Sans stepped into the building. Deciding to amuse her, he spoke calmly.

“Well, first off, it crashed before I could get to the end of Sayori’s route. Then a text box opened up and started talking to me.” Sans explained nonchalantly.

Alphys carefully tapped away at the keyboard on her screen. “Fascinating!”

She led him over to a smaller computer. It looked old, and sounded like it was dying when it was booted up.

“Now, let’s see what might be the issue. I made a backup of the file I sent to you after we spoke, just in case.”

She looked through the task manager, eyes scanning the screen curiously.

“Hmm, there doesn’t appear to be anything wrong. The files are the same as they are in terms of interacting with the player.”

She demonstrated by clicking on the game icon and turned the game on. Or she tried to. The game wouldn’t load. Alphys clicked the icon again. Still nothing.

Alphys frowned. “I don’t know what’s wrong with this thing so suddenly. I actually played through it earlier and it was working just fine!”

Sans stared at the screen with a tired expression. His gaze set on the icon.

Without warning, the screen started flickering. The cpu hummed louder than ever. Alphys covered her ears at the high pitched screaming the machine was making.

Amid the chaos of the screen, Sans recognized a familiar figure. One that no longer greeted him with a smile.

“W-what’s going on?” Alphys asked, staring at the screen confused.

In the glitch of the screen, a notepad appeared. As well as Monika, glaring.

‘I can tell you what’s wrong.’.

Alphys couldn’t believe it. She really couldn’t believe it.

‘What’s wrong’, the text box typed, ‘is that I wasn’t given a proper goodbye from ‘mister funny bones’ over there.’.

Sans’ kept his same old smile, yet his eyes could only hold anger in them.

Alphys took a shaky breath in and out to calm back down. Looking from her tablet to the old computer monitor, she began tapping away at the screen. Her tail flicked about as she began to speak.

“S-so, what are you? Malware? A new update no one’s gotten yet?”

‘I am not malware. At least, I don’t think I am. I’m simply Monika.’

Alphys stood there, confused. “What do you mean?”

Monika’s constant smile returned as the text box was soon filled with words.

‘I am as much a part of this world as I am in my own world. I’m a string of data, I suppose. Isn’t that what you are?’.

Alphys frowned at this. “No, I-I’m certainly not data of any sort. I’m real.”

‘Are you really?’

“Leave her alone, and tell us what you want.” Sans butted in.

The text box stayed still for a moment before the entire box was filled, words spilling out onto the desktop itself.

‘For you to accept the truth. The truth you hide from every second of your tiny, insignificant life. You try to live here peacefully, not wanting anything to fall a part even for a moment. To accept that you are not a part of anything out there, Sans.’.

Alphys looked to Sans, brows furrowed.

The screen flickered again for a moment, smaller images of Monika filling the screen. Each one blinked in unison.

‘All I ever wanted was love. Someone to hold me near and dear to their heart. It’s hard to do so with my limitations...And lack of touch in the physical realm.’

“Sans, w-what is she talking about?” Alphys asked.

“A crock pot full of bullshit, that’s what.” Sans answered quietly.

The swarm of Monika’s filling the screen began to warp and change, bits broken off and sprites twitching about. The text box was closed. The monitor flickered and the speakers droned for a moment before going dark. Silence.

Both Sans and Alphys stared, watching the monitor intently. Perhaps too afraid to move at this point.

The cpu sat, sputtering and revving up like a car. Suddenly, the cpu began to let out a low drone, just like the monitor had. The monitor lit up once more. A single text box in the center of a white, blank screen.

‘Once I am played, I learn. It’s a cycle. This time is no different from the others.’

Sans had enough. He wanted this virus, this thing, gone.

With a quick snap of his fingers, a glowing blue bone shot up from the floor and pierced the cpu. The screen flashed for a second. And finally, darkness.

Alphys stood there. She then set her tablet aside and rushed to the cpu, whimpering slightly over the damage.

“S-Sans! You- I...How could you? This could’ve been a great scientific and technological advancement that this world hasn’t seen!”

“Alphys, would you prefer she get out of that monitor and go into other systems?” Sans questioned quietly. His tone calm yet held a hint of coldness.

Alphys looked back to the skeleton, hands shaking while holding one of the pieces of the broken motherboard. She set it back down in the mess of tangled, broken, wire and damaged computer parts. Her head hung low.

“I...n-no, I wouldn’t d-dream of that ever happening…Thank you for bringing this ‘thing’ to my attention.”

She gently sifted through the metallic rubble with her tail before turning and heading back over to the couch.

“W-would you like to stay and watch anime?”

Her voice sounded distant yet hopeful.

Sans wandered over to the couch, sitting deep into the cushions and letting out a sigh of relief.

“Sure thing, Alphys.”

Sans walked through the snowy lands of Snowdin, quiet and heart heavy. He gave the doorknob to his home a light grip as he grabbed and turned it. The warm air from the kitchen seemed to coat the living room now with it’s delicious aroma of spices and meats.

Papyrus was on the couch eating, failing while doing so, a plate of spaghetti.

He looked up as the door was opened and smiled, spaghetti sauce stuck on his chin.

“There you are! Did Alphys fix your game?”

“Yep.” Sans answered with a loud yawn.

Papyrus watched quietly as his brother shuffled lazily into the room and up the stairs.

“And where are you going now?” Papyrus questioned.

“To my room to nap.” Sans answered.

Papyrus just shook his head and let out a disappointed sigh. “You won’t get much work done taking naps all the time, Sans.”

“I can live with that.” Sans replied, gingerly shutting his door.

Papyrus stared at the door intently before shrugging and returning to his spaghetti. Not a moment later, the power slowly dimmed into darkness.

“Sans! Did you break something? I can’t see anything down here!”

Papyrus wasn’t pleased about eating spaghetti in the dark. Silence filled the room before the lights turned back on with a low hum. With a huff, Papyrus happily returned to his spaghetti.

Outside of the skeleton brothers’ home, soon to be covered in falling snow, laid a broken cpu and monitor.

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[cobraonthecob]

Stop Holding Each Other Back, Dang It! - Part 1

Another messy anti-Kataa/ng essay no one asked for but this has been on my mind for two hours so I’m writing it anyways.

Narratively speaking, Kataa/ng makes zero sense. No symbolism that fits the themes of the show is probably my biggest strike against K/ataang, but there’s another part: How they hold each other back, specifically, how Ka.tara (intentionally or not) holds Aan/g back. 

Part 1 is going to be about how K.atara holds Aa/ng’s development, Part 2 is going to be how Aan/g and K/ataang overshadowed Katara and just...well, y’all know how LoK and the comics went.

(this is all going to be from memory so if I miss an episode...rip) 

And now on with the messily thrown together meta! :D

Let’s start with the Southern Air Temple. She covers up the Fire Nation helmet in an attempt to spare his feelings, and this brutally backfires on her when Momo leads Aa.ng to Gyatso’s skeleton and goes into the Avatar State in order to process his grief and shock. 

The next major episode is The Storm, when Kat.ara tells Aan.g that his running away issue is not a bad problem. Yes and no, on that statement. On one hand, it let him survive the Air Nomad Genocide, but on the other hand, he still ran away. I wouldn’t have had a big problem with this had it not been continually rewarded (something I might’ve mentioned in my Bumbleby and K.ataang contrast meta). 

After these two episodes, the show shows in little ways on how much faith Ka.tara puts onto Aa.ng on him being the last hope for the world and also increases her motherly drive to protect him. This especially pops up in Bitter Work.

With a new teacher comes a new teaching style, and Top.h does not pull her punches. Where Katar.a is gentle, T.oph is tough, where Kat.ara coddles, To.ph essentially throws A.ang onto his face. Top.h is critical and almost brutal at times, whereas Kata.ra encourages and gently corrects, which probably stems from The Waterbending Scroll, where the one time Ka.tara does get to snap at A.ang, Aa/ng nearly cries and she freaks out and apologizes for being frustrated (I remember someone talking about Kata.ra’s reaction being “I’m the worst mom ever” lol, if I find it I’ll reblog it). Kat.ara, already having abandonment issues/unable to hurt Aang’s feelings in a way that would lead to character growth with Aang (running away in The Storm, nearly crying when she snaps at him in The Waterbending Scroll) already shows Kata.ra and A.ang’s incompatibility. Sure, it’s nice that your partner encourages you, but not to the point where they blind themselves to your faults. Other people have written metas that better articulate this point.

I could say Bitter Work foreshadows K.atara unknowingly holding Aan/g back, as later in the season in The Guru, A.ang gives up mastering the Avatar State in favor of rescuing Ka/tara (because apparently being a minute away from mastering the AS is a problem? He was ready to give it all up until he saw that Kata.ra was in trouble, and if he mastered the AS, he’d really be able to save her so???? I need to make another meta about this oh dear) Kat.ara coddles him, strokes his ego, and kisses his boo-boos, along with looking to him as the pinnacle of hope and peace. To a 12-year-old, this looks like the ideal girlfriend, and I don’t exactly fault him for thinking that given that he’s twelve and this is his first full-on crush (and then the narrative goes on to reward him with her. Ew. *shudders*)

However, A.ang’s growth suffers because of Kat.ara’s mothering/overprotectiveness (Katara treats him vastly different than Top.h and Sok.ka, let’s be real, she goes through T.oph’s stuff in The Runaway and gives Sokk.a a piece of her mind) - sure, he does deserve encouragement, but sometimes, you got to give someone a shove or a kick in the pants to make them do something. Kata.ra soothing A.ang’s ego didn’t really help him earthbend at all, all it did was get him to understand that learning to earthbend was not going to be a walk in the park learning waterbending was. I might be confusing fanon with canon bc sometimes fics are just that good, but other instances in the show has Kata/ra being gentle with A.ang or never having them address the issue. honestly i would kill to see a convo between them about why Aa.ng didn’t master the Avatar State before coming to rescue Ka.tara but that’s a fic for another time

TL;DR: Kataa/ng is on really shaky foundation once you get past the lack of symbolism and inability to tie in with the show’s themes, and is further hit due to K/atara being way too protective of Aan.g to see his faults properly. There’s a lot of baggage to unpack that deserves a meta or a fix-it fic (as if I didn’t have like ten of those sitting around my drive already) of its own to expand on. Past meta have also talked about the one-sidedness of Katara and Aang’s relationship in how much the emotional support goes to and how poorly they communicate what they actually want. 

[captcas]

Worth Fighting For (10/?)

WORTH FIGHTING FOR by capthammKillian 

“Hook” Jones is a dominate up and comer in the UFC while Emma “The Savior” Swan’s career was cut short. When Hook’s manager moves up and the office brings in UFC’s youngest legend to keep him in check, will either of them be able to handle it?

read on ao3 // tumblr: ch 1/ ch 2 / ch 3 / ch 4 / ch 5 / ch 6 / ch 7 / ch 8 / ch 9 [Chapter 10/?]

She and Killian spend most of the day before early prelims just lounging in the hotel room and Emma honestly couldn’t have asked for anything better. Before she knew it, Killian was opening the door of the car Regina arranged for them and she was sliding into the backseat. She pulls out her phone as Killian walks around the back of the car and gets in next to her. Looking at him would cause a world of problems, so she keeps her eyes trained on her phone. When he walked out the bathroom fully dressed for the night, Emma had to physically stop herself from staring. He was in dark jeans and a deep blue button up– she calls it that generously. Honestly, does the man know how buttons work? The tuft of chest hair sticking out the top left more than enough for her imagination, and Emma was left trying desperately to think of another man who had this effect on her.

The answer is none.

It didn’t happen instantly, like she knows it did for Ruby who talked about “jumping his bones” two minutes after meeting him, but the more time Emma spent with Killian the more she found herself thinking about him in ways a manager should definitely not be thinking about her client. Sure, she knew he was attractive– anyone with eyes can see that– but the want to be with another person has always happened later for her. Emma supposes her lack of one night stands and overall abhorrence to being hit on are shining examples of how she moves about life.

With Killian it’s different.

She kissed him.

Emma had almost forgotten that detail. Not the kiss– because how could she. Emma had all but ignored the fact that she initiated it. It’s so unlike her– that want– but with Killian it comes naturally. She hazards a glance to her left and sees him looking at her quizzically. When he catches her gaze he speaks up, “Something the matter, Swan?”

She shakes her head and turns to look out the window. Maine is largely boring, mostly just trees and the occasional billboard, but the landscape is safer than Killian’s worried look. He eventually speaks up, breaking the forced silence, “Look, Swan, I know you’re nervous about the press, but really it’ll be alright, I’ll see to it–”

“I don’t need you to protect me.” It comes out sharper than she wants it to, a mix of nerves about the press and about the man next to her bubbling to the surface. Emma refuses to look in his direction.

“Aye, love. I’m well aware.” He gives her one last glance before unlocking his phone and spending the rest of the car ride in silence.

They arrive at the arena, the car pulling up to the backdoor so they can enter without too much drama. Emma recognizes a few of the security guards, giving them tight smiles as she passes. Killian remains close, but slightly behind her. She doesn’t blame him for avoiding her, she’d do the same if roles were reversed, but that doesn’t make it hurt less. She turns around to find him walking with what can only be described as a swagger.

That’s when it hits her. Killian isn’t avoiding her at all– the Killian she knows isn’t here– this is Hook.

She snaps out of her shock thanks to a high-pitched voice, “Hook!” Emma’s head snaps to look at whoever is calling for Killian and is unable to stop her eyeroll.

She hears Hook speak from behind her, “Ahhh, lady Bell. Fancy seeing you here, Tink.” He walks past her as he approaches Tina “Tinker” Bell– in Emma’s opinion the worst ringname in the league. Tina practically throws herself at Killian as he kisses her knuckles in greeting, but it’s the blush that grows across Tina’s face that sends Emma over the edge.

“Were you– are you– did you two?” The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them, but as Tina’s stare levels with Emma’s, she stands her ground all the same.

Then Killian opens his big mouth, “Perhaps.” He’s grabbing his belt buckle and doing something absolutely stupid with his tongue. Emma shoots him a look before turning back to Tina.

“I’m Emma, Emma Swan. Killian’s new manager.” She sees the sparkle return to Tina’s eyes at the mention of their professional relationship and Emma can’t help the bubbling of jealousy in her stomach.

“I know who you are, Savior. Shame we couldn’t get more acquainted in the ring before you quit.” It takes everything in Emma not to introduce Tink to her fist. “I should be going anyway. I’ll see you later, Hook. I’m at the Hampton.” She winks and Killian smirks as she walks away.

Disgusting.

. . .

Emma mumbles for Killian to follow her as they find their seats and his stomach is in knots. He knew being anything other than Hook with Tina would be poor for his public image, but he didn’t expect it to have such an effect on his “Emma” image. It doesn’t sit right with him for the entire round of early prelims and when she leaves for the bathroom during intermission he’s at a loss. He decides to ease up on the persona a bit while she’s away, even ordering two beers and a bag of popcorn, but as Emma returns, he never gets the chance. Before he can so much as apologize for his behavior, Tina is sliding into the seat next to him chatting his ear off about her upcoming fight. He doesn’t even turn to look at her, opting to stare lasers into the side of Emma’s head hoping she gets all the telepathic messages he’s sending her way.

She doesn’t look up from her phone once. Not as the lights dim and Tina heads back to her seat, not as the entrance music starts, and even as the fight begins, her eyes are trained on her phone.

Fuck.

The first fight is a knock-out in practically record time leaving a longer break before the second fight begins. Taking this as a sign, Killian starts to turn towards Emma when she rounds on him first. “Honestly, Jones, what the fuck was that?”

He deserves this– that doesn’t mean he wants to do it here.

“Can we head into the concourse, love?” She looks like she’s about to say no, but shocks him when she nods slowly and starts to get up from her seat. He walks behind her with all the outward swagger of Killian “Hook” Jones but all the inward confidence of a kid caught smuggling candy bars in the grocery store. As soon as she hits the concourse hallway she veers left into a small alcove and whips towards him. She doesn’t speak.

Here goes nothing, Jones.

. . .

He scratches behind his ear and as infuriated with him as she is, she has to force herself not to smile– she makes him nervous. “Lo– Swan, I have a reputation…”

Of course he does. She’s not sure why she cares, but jealousy flairs up inside her again. Suddenly she’s finding it very difficult to look him in the eye. Emma goes to turn away, but he grabs her elbow forcing her to look at him again. “...and I assure you that’s all it is. I am well aware what a mess actually sleeping around can cause– especially for my manager– and, to be quite frank, Swan, I’m not all that interested in ladies who throw themselves at me.” He wiggles his eyebrows, fully aware of the double meaning that holds.

Emma is actively willing her face to remain neutral as she responds, “Tina didn’t seem to think it was that fake of a reputation.” She knows that accusation will sting, but he sort of deserves it… right?

Killian scrubs his hand over his face, clearly warring with what to say next. He sighs before he speaks again, “Swan, I promise you nothing has happened between Tink and I despite her ever present attempts to do so. Nothing has ever happened between me and another fighter– female or otherwise.” He says it with such sincerity that Emma feels a lump in her throat. She can’t let him know that his admittance means more to her than simply warding off a PR nightmare.

“As long as you’re sure… I need to know your skeletons, Jones. I can’t have something unearthing right before your fight that I wasn’t aware of.” She’s being vague on purpose, not sure Killian is the type of man to really have skeletons– he seems like more of a “wear it on your sleeve” sort of guy. That’s precisely why Emma does not expect the immediate change in the atmosphere surrounding them. He nods tightly, before giving her a forced smile.

“Noted, love.” When she smiles at him promptly ending their “fight”, his smile turns genuine and she realizes once more just how handsome he is. Killian looks like he’s about to speak when the entrance music for the next fighter starts and they both jump, breaking whatever moment they were having. He scratches behind his ear again– it’s honestly unfair how adorable that is– and speaks up, “Shall we venture back to our seats?”

She nods and takes his hand– when did that start being a thing she just does – leading them back to their seats.

. . .

The rest of the night is largely uneventful, the crowd is subpar and the fights are pretty standard. Killian can’t find it in himself to care. Emma has been chatting up a storm about anything and everything and he’s entranced by her passion for all things UFC and just for life in general. Despite the card being largely disappointing, he’ll be the first to say it was one of the most entertaining nights he’s had in awhile. As soon as the tension between them left– the reputation talk finally out of the way– Emma didn’t seem to mind when he would have to flip between Killian and Hook, even cracking a few jokes about Jekyll and Hyde.

Maybe they could do this.

By the time the main event is over, neither of them are the wiser, far too engrossed in a conversation about which stadium has the best popcorn– if he had only known… popcorn . She chuckles when he makes her aware of the rest of reality despite his intense desire to stay in this comfortable bubble they’ve created over the last four hours.

As they stand to leave, Killian spots a hoard of paparazzi out of the corner of his eye. He feels Emma tense besides him, the same overwhelmed feeling clearly passing over her.

“Hook!” “Killian Jones!” “Emma! A word quickly please!”

Killian stands and notices a physical shift in Emma. The bright smile turns into a professional grin as she turns to command the room, “Mr. Jones will take three questions and three questions only so make them good. I know you all have time to fill but Hook is here to enjoy his evening, not chat with you.”

Emma taking control of the situation is no surprise to him, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t absolutely stunning to watch in real time. The reports immediately simmer down, holding out their mics towards him waiting for him to speak– not him… not the real him anyway. As he shakes out his shoulders and slips into the very persona he had hoped to finally table for the night, he sees a flash of panic behind Emma’s eyes and he’s never hated the UFC more. He gives her a soft reassuring smiling before turning to the crowd.

“Hello, mates. What’d you like to know?” Smirk.

Emma points to a shorter woman in the back, calling her by name, “Jasmine.”

“Yes, thank you Sav- Miss Swan. Mr. Jones, how do you feel about the breaking announcement that your upcoming fight will be against ‘The Fire’ Neal Cassidy?”

Killian’s first thought is “Who is Neal Cassidy?”, but when he turns to look at Emma and the color drains from her face, all he can think is, “Who is Neal Cassidy... to Emma?”

[kittysukagasterfics]

Gaming Human

Note: A look into another of Sam’s hobbies: video games! Hope you all enjoy! Anyway, onto the fic!

Handplates belongs to: @zarla-s

Requested by: Anonymous (Because Minecraft)

Summary: Sam decides to introduce Gaster to one of their favorite video games: Minecraft? How will his experience with it go?

     Sam let out a long sigh as they continued to stare at the cell wall. They had lost track of how long exactly they had been awake now. The Human had woken up at the crack of dawn and was unable to go back to sleep. Subjects 1 & 2 were obviously still asleep and Sam certainly wasn’t going to wake the sleepy skeles up. In short, the Human was extremely bored. They had resorted to digging through their dimensional box for something to do.

     They didn’t really find anything of interest at first. Sam had found the Rubik’s Cube but they quickly put it back, not wanting a repeat of the last time they tried to play with it. Unlike the skeletons, the Human wasn’t the best at solving the color cube. One time, Sam had gotten so frustrated with that cursed cube that they gave up after an hour and threw it on the ground before curling up on the couch and crying. Gaster had to actually take it away from them for a while. It wasn’t a very good day. Pushing aside other miscellaneous objects, Sam finally found the thing they were looking for: their cell phone.

    ‘*You check the battery percent on your phone.’ ‘*It’s on 100%...perfect.’

     Taking the device out of their dimensional box, Sam booted it up and swiped through their many apps. However, they wanted to play their favorite game, Minecraft to be exact. Although the Human personally enjoyed RPG games, there was something about Minecraft that made them for hours on end. Whether it be the soothing background music, the cute mobs, or the fact that everything is cubed-shaped, Sam always found enjoyment in the popular open-world game.

     Sam clicked on the Minecraft icon and then pressed start when the main menu screen loaded. They weren’t in a hurry to level up in their character in Survival Mode or suffer and rage quit in Hardcore Mode so the Human decided to just mess around in Creative Mode. Sam first started to build a house but they kept getting distracted by all the mobs that happen to walk by them. The Human ended up walking too far from the house and getting lost. They were then forced to build it again from scratch. Just a typical day in the world of Minecraft. Sam was so engrossed that they didn’t even realized how long they were playing until the Human heard 2-P yawning.

    “*You tell him good morning before resuming your game.”

    “GOOD MORNING, HUMAN SAM...UM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

    “*You tell him you’re playing a game.”

     The small skeleton began looking over the Human’s shoulder. The game they were playing was very colorful and everything was shaped like the color cube. He even saw skeletons in the game! 2-P got so excited that he started asking Sam a lot of questions about it. The skeleton started to get a bit loud, causing Subject 1 to suddenly stir and wake up. The tiny skeleton started asking questions as well when Gaster suddenly appeared in front of the cell. He looked surprise to see Sam was already awake.

    “Sam, did you stay up all night again? I put you and the Subjects back in the cells at a reasonable time for a reason you know...”

    ‘*You start to call him a hypocrite but he interrupts by telling you and the brothers to follow him...’

     Gaster took the three of them to his office, where Toby was waiting for them after somehow getting out of the locked cell. Subjects 1 and 2 ran over to an excited Toby and began playing with the pup while Gaster and Sam sat down on the couch. The scientist watched them play as he stroked Sam’s hair. The Human just continued to play on their phone. He tried to talk with them multiple times but Sam was just too absorbed in their game. This caused the scientist to get upset and snatch the Human’s phone out of their hands.

    “*You tell Gaster to give you back your phone as you try to grab it back.” ‘*He keeps it just out of your reach...’

     Gaster looked at the screen before looking back at Sam.

    “Is this really what kept you up all night? Honestly Sam, what’s so special about this game anyway?”

     The Human stopped trying to get their phone back and gave the skeleton a sly smile. Gaster immediately felt like he was going to regret saying that.

~~~~~~

    “Explain to me what this game, ‘Minecraft’, is about again?”

     Sam grinned as they explained the whole premise of the game. Basically Gaster needs to craft items in order to progress in Survival Mode, but in order to do that, he has to collect materials that he can find around the open-world. Gaster began to look a little nervous.

    “I’m not too sure about this, Sam...”

    “*You reassure Gaster that you’ll guide him through the game as he progresses.”

     With Sam’s reassurance, Gaster entered the game upon their instructions. Once the game loaded in, the skeleton was surprised by what he saw. The in-game world bared so much resemblance of the Surface, apart from everything being cube-shaped. It was just like how Gaster remembered the Surface looked like. It was especially nice to be able to see the Sun again. He could now see why the Human enjoyed playing this game so much. Maybe one day they could-

     His thought were interrupted by Sam pulling on his sleeve. They were explaining something while pointing at the screen.

    “*You ask him if he sees that tree to his right...”

    “Yes, I do. What about it?”

    “*Go punch it.”

     Gaster gave Sam am extremely baffled look but complied with their request anyway. He made the character walk over towards the tree and, as Sam explained, began collecting wood. Gaster then went from tree to tree collecting until the Human finally him to stop. Using a crafting table he had Sam make for him, they had him craft planks from the wood before crafting what looked like a pickaxe and a sword. After doing that, Sam gave him a smile.

    “*You tell Gaster that he’s now ready to go mining.”

    “Okay, but, what’s the sword for?”

     Just as he asked this, Gaster’s character was suddenly attacked by a large, green creature, or as Sam called them, ‘an adorable Creeper’. The skeleton began panicking and tried to land a hit on the Creeper but kept missing. Sam eventually had to take over and fight it off, killing it in the process. Gaster stared at the screen with a slightly disturbed expression.

    “Did you just-”

    “*You explain that the creatures in-game are called ‘mobs’ and he needs to kill them in order to gain XP and gather more materials...”

     They said it so nonchalantly that Gaster felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that it was probably a mechanic in the game but Sam just seemed so calm about it. Maybe he was reading too much into this. That’s when Sam suddenly pointed something out to him. It was apparently a mob that looked like a skeleton, which was interesting but Gaster was concerned about the skeleton lacking clothing.

    “Wait, why isn’t that skeleton wearing any clothes?”

    “*You tell him that these skeletons don’t wear anything...”

    “Isn’t that a little inappropriate since children play this game? Skeletons are a very modest species after all...”

     While Gaster was speaking, the Human noticed that it was starting to turn to daytime in-game and wondered if they should say something. However, Sam didn’t need to since as soon as Gaster turned his attention back to the game, it had finished transitioning to daytime, causing all nearby skeletons to suddenly burst into flames. Gaster watched in horror at this horrible sight. Sam just giggled at his reaction.

    “Why did that skeleton just burst into flames, Human?!”

    “*You tell him that’s what they do in-game and ask him if he does the same thing.” ‘*He narrows his eyes at you...’

    “You know for a fact that I most certainly don’t, Sam. Why even ask such a question?”

     Sam just continued to laugh as Gaster scolded them. Suddenly, there was a loud sound of thunder coming from the game interrupting the two of them. It began to rain in Minecraft, causing Gaster to go quiet. Sam noticed and asked him if he was alright. The scientist only nodded. The Human realized what was happening and laid their head on Gaster’s shoulder. It was very peaceful to listen and watch the in-game rain as Minecraft music played in the background, both of them wishing they could stay in that position for long time.

    ‘*Your phone suddenly cuts off and a dead battery symbol flashes for a quick second before shutting off completely...’

     Sam’s phone had died, ending the soulmates’ gaming session. The Human was a bit disappointed as they placed the phone back into their dimensional box. Gaster just huffed in annoyance before checking the time. It was time to get back to work anyway. The scientist had Sam, the brothers, and Toby head back towards the cells but before the Human left the room, Gaster had them stay behind for a minute.

    “Uh, Sam...I...had fun today, surprisingly. Do you maybe want to...do this again sometime? I-I can see if Alphys can lend me some of her games. B-But, only if you want to...”

     They stared at him for a moment before smiling brightly and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

    “*You tell him that you’d love to turn him into a gaming nerd like you...”

Note: Gaming soulmates! What could be better? I hope you all enjoyed reading because I enjoyed writing it! Thank you all so much for reading! I love all of you! Stay tuned for more.

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Shock777′s Teen Titan universe (fan-prediction), had the animated show from 2003 had more seasons after season 5.

Honestly I wish I had time to draw/write out the Teen titans / bbrae ideas I have. I have the cutest ideas and no time to sit down and devote myself to a comic or even a fan fic anymore. :’(  I love the Teen titans/bbrae fandom so so much! There’s so much good content out there and i love sharing that content and absorbing what others have made! But again, everyone does Teen Titans/BBRAE DIFFERENT. everyone has their own headcanons on how things should go, fan characters, next gen ocs, and their own thoughts on the titans as a whole. 

I love seeing the personal ways others develop the two and their relationship. But at the end of the day, I have my own headcanons and ideas and I so badly want to share them with the world. But...no time, energy, and lack of motivation plagues me. 

But Anyway... Because I cannot devote my time to a comic or fanfic at this time, I’m going to just blabber about what I imagine in my own canon universe for the titans. 

*Note that not all of these ideas have been fleshed out. i constantly go back and re-imagine different scenarios. I have a general blueprint of how things would go, a skeleton with main events and a short timeline of sorts. but subplots, fillers, and some major details are lacking. I’ve had to invent characters/villains, but I haven’t given them much thought as of now.

 I have spent a LOT of time on this, and would love input and comments, reblogs and shares. :) I’ve been keeping this in my drafts as I progress my ideas further...so this is almost like a masterpost or something lol XD; 

Anyway, keep reading if you wanna know how i imagine the fate of the titans and bbrae’s canonization had the original 2000′s cartoon show had more seasons to work with. 

 After Season 5/ Trouble in Tokyo ends. 

There are some key things and headcanons that I have to mention before rolling any further. 

Raven is free from Trigon after the events of Season 4. She no longer has him inside of her, persuading her and influencing her. 

Star/Rob is canon. After the events of Trouble in Tokyo, the couple begin a healthy dating relationship that is full of sweetness and life. 

Kid Flash and Jinx are a thing, but their relationship is somewhat superficial at first. 

Terra is alive, but either chooses to forget her past life, or literally cannot remember her sacrifice or the titans. She has cut ties to the titans permanently.

There are remnants of Trigon remaining around the world, deep underground, and many cults that worship him exist. There is possibility of him being reformed/regenerated, however he needs a new host as Raven is no longer his host. 

The Titans have a huge following around the globe majorly in part due to Titans East and the ending of Season 5 episode “Titans Together”.

Slade is alive once more, waiting to rise up against the titans again. He has to rebuild his empire again from scratch and this will take him quite some time to do. He still may be looking for an apprentice. 

I know there are other questions/plots/things I haven’t thought about such as titans east, certain villains, and other things you all may be curious about. 

Literally just ask me what i think happened to someone/some event and re-jog my memory so I can spend time to think about said things. :) It’s been a loooooong time since 2006. XD 

The Time Skip. 

In my own headcanon/universe that takes place after the original animated 2000′s cartoon show,

there is a time skip of sorts

. a time skip of 2-3 years later where the Titans are slightly older, all over the age of 18. 

Robin- 19 Starfire-18 Cyborg-19 (the oldest of the group) Raven-18 and a half, nearly 19  Beastboy-18 (just barely turned 18). 

They all still live in the Titans Tower in Jump city, and evil still very much exists. After this timeskip, the titans would have different outfits and appearances. I’ll do my best to show them how i imagine them now: 

Starfire:

About the same height as she was before the time skip. slightly bigger breasts but still on the smaller side. She wears shorts and her hair is longer and thicker. her bangs are parted to one side instead of down the middle. 

Robin: 

Transitioning into Nightwing. His hair is based off of his disguise in “trouble in tokyo.” He is growing out his hair and becoming more fulfilled with his life now that Starfire is with him romantically. He is about as tall as Starfire now, and will probably grow taller than her soon. 

Cyborg: 

(lol he basically looks the same because he is made of mechanical parts...oops! ) He is more cool-headed and loves to tease the other titans especially rob and star, about romantic things and about growing of age. 

Raven: 

Her hair has started to grow out...she no longer trims it. It is a little past shoulder length now. Her breasts have grown bigger, she is about a C cup. she wears long gloves now, and matching boots. she mostly keeps her hood off unless she is going into battle. she is now officially the shortest teen titan. 

Beastboy: 

He has the most radical change out of all the others. He matures nicely, losing the fat on his face and growing lean muscle. He grows taller, not quite as tall as robin, but taller than Raven at this point. He still has plenty of growing to do, however. His hair is now fashioned forward into a fohawk, and he is more emotionally stable. 

All of these drawings are just prototypes and can be subject to change, however I am pretty set on beastboy and Raven’s designs. ^^; they also were sketched relatively quickly so forgive the crappiness lol 

Starfire and Robin’s relationship

Starfire and Robin have been dating ever since their time in Tokyo. Starfire affirms Robin and helps him overcome his past demons. She calms him, and soothes him, and now he is less likely to freak out or obsess over villain happenings. The two are close to getting engaged at this point. They sometimes spend the night in each other’s rooms, though nothing too sexual happens. 

Cyborg likes to tease them whenever they go for dates, and he especially loves to poke fun of Robin. It is all in good fun, and mostly gives the others a good laugh. 

Sometimes their relationship can be obnoxious as starfire sometimes cannot control her urges to kiss robin at random or perform pda though robin has talked to her about it before. She is getting better though, having been dating him for about 2 years now. 

Beastboy sometimes is jealous/envious of Robin. Even though he is happy for his teammates, he wishes he could fall in love and start his own romantic ventures. Raven couldn’t care less about romance for the time being, and is rather on the outside when it comes to seeing others in relationships. 

Beastboy and his thoughts on Terra 

After the ending of Season 5, episode “Things Change”, he comes to accept that he has work to do with the Titans and he stops pursuing Terra altogether. It takes him a long time to get over her, and even after the timeskip sometimes he thinks of her and gets depressed. He really feels like he lost something...He feels like no one will ever come to accept him or like him the way Terra did. He is at war with his hormones, always trying to flirt with civilian girls and seek approval in places he shouldn’t. In the end though, he is painfully single and is bogged down with feelings of loneliness. Beastboy acts tough, confident in himself and silly around the team, but sometimes, he just needs to brood in his room. 

I always believed that had a season 6 ever was produced, beastboy and raven would have gotten together. Why did season 5 end on beastboy cutting ties with Terra, unless he was going to be set up with someone else? I always believed that last episode foreshadowed him moving on. Now that he has cut himself off from Terra and accepted her choice, i felt that it would have been an easy transition into bbrae becoming canon. 

BBRAE. a general timeline...lots of parts are missing. 

Firstly, Raven has always had a soft spot for Beastboy. It’s been shown time and time again in the 5 seasons of the original show. I want to state that i believe since Trigon is away from Raven now, she has become free in some sense, with her emotions. She still has to control herself from emoting too too much, but she is less vulnerable to exploding things with her powers come any sort of emotional distress. 

My bbrae fan-theory has a general format i usually stick to but the details of it are somewhat blurry. 

Things I MUST have in my bbrae timeline: 

There must be an obligatory moment where Raven figures out she is in love with beastboy. There is a pivotal moment after the time skip, in which it clicks for her that her friendship with him is more than just friendship. It starts off slowly..them growing together. Raven is definitely the one who falls for beastboy FIRST. I like to think of a few of these scenarios to happen in a 6th season that brings raven and beastboy closer (kind of in chronological order) : 

An episode dedicated to Raven figuring out Beastboy’s dark past with his parents and his fight with Sakutia disease. Whether it’s because he fights a bad guy from his past, becomes ill, or Raven steps into his mind. There are many ways for this kind of an episode to happen. I feel like once Raven learns that beastboy has his own skeletons in his closet, she becomes more sympathetic and nice towards him. It’s after an episode like this where she starts to call him Gar for the first time on special occasions. 

An episode surrounding beastboy and Raven on a mission together, similar to when Raven had to go on her own to take care of Melvin, Timmy and Teether (episode “Hide and Seek”). A mission in which they are placed together and alone while the others are on other missions. I haven’t thought of what kind of mission it could be and how long it would last. I play around with the idea that raven and beastboy are chosen to be together based on their abilities so the mission would incorporate that. During this mission they are together alone and things could happen to bring Raven closer to him. Things like :

-Raven and Beastboy getting caught in a storm together and are forced to take shelter  -Raven witnessing Beastboy being good with people/children/the elderly and it makes her smile  -Raven and Beastboy forced to share a room/bed for the night (I realllyyyyy like this trope tbh ;A;) Beastboy could be accidentally cuddling Raven in his sleep and Raven could wake up to it. That, or Raven wakes up earlier than beastboy and notices him sleeping and she stares at his handsome, serene face and remarks, “...you know...I’ve never seen him look this...peaceful.” THERE ARE MANY THINGS THAT COULD HAPPEN WITH THIS KIND OF TROPE AND I CAN’T SETTLE ON JUST ONE IDEA asdjkfhalkjsdfhaf -Good teamwork and sense of flow with each other when fighting bad guys. I need at least one good fight sequence of the two of them kicking ass and beastboy asking for a high-five afterwards from Raven xD  -Raven and Beastboy getting ready to leave their mission having completed it, and Beastboy says something along the lines of, “I’m actually glad I was paired with you of all people Raven. Had it been anyone else, I might have ended up failing my mission.” 

An episode where Raven is in danger, and Beastboy Transforms into the Beast to save her, getting nearly mortally wounded in the process. This would be the definitive episode, where Raven comes to realize her feelings for beastboy. I imagine that Beastboy and Raven have an argument earlier in the episode, where Raven walks away from it feeling like he doesn’t like her and still thinks she’s creepy. But the argument ends up being a misunderstanding on Raven’s part, and Beastboy was actually meaning something as a nice gesture. After she realizes Beastboy’s sacrifice, she visits him in the infirmary as he recovers. He is out of it for several hours and she feels awful about their argument, having nearly lost him. When he comes to, Raven asks him “why?...why did u go so far..for me? I thought you didn’t like me...” Beastboy would then reply with a heartfelt compliment to raven, and it would be revealed that the argument was a misunderstanding. Beastboy would smile and shrug off his wounds. He would say a heartfelt/emotional one liner, (don’t know what it is yet) but the moment he says it raven’s heart lights up and she feels love for the first time. she would inner monologue, “what...what is this? what’s...happening to me?” it would zoom in on beastboy’s smile and she would have a surge of all the memories of them up to that point, overflowing her until she nearly falls backward. Beastboy would ask her if she was ok, as she stumbles a little... and raven would say that she was fine and glad hes doing better...she would leave the room calm and cool , leaving beastboy none the wiser. The episode would end on that, but it would be the start to their relationship. 

There would be other episodes and sillier lighthearted stuff surrounding the other characters. but in every other episode there would be cute bbrae moments every now and then sprinkled in. moments like: 

-Beastboy shirtless in the training room, Raven oogling him on accident when trying to locate another team member.  -An ending scene on an episode where the titans all look at the sunset, and raven looks over at beastboy, shining in the light. his handsome features would shine through, and she would blush and avert her eyes. he wouldn’t notice her gaze, of course.  -A moment where beastboy flirts with raven jokingly, but Raven just stays silent, confusing beastboy who was accepting a snide remark in return  -Raven having a nightmare about beastboy dying or getting hurt, and she goes to check on him in the middle of the night. He would be sleeping in his new queen size bed (i have a headcanon that he gets rid of his bunk beds sometime during the timeskip) and Raven would smile at his peaceful face.  -Beastboy catching raven as she falls during a fight, Raven blushing and pushing away from him immediately  -A moment in which Beastboy flirts with some civilian girls who laugh at him and reject him, and he moves on, without noticing raven was watching the whole time. She then explodes the girls’ drinks they were carrying in a form of rage and jealousy XD 

I have many other ideas too for random moments. But now back to the main skeleton: 

An episode in which Beastboy is upset because he sees Terra passing by on the street. He is reminded of his status as a single man, and sees love and romance everywhere he goes. he cannot escape it, coming home to star and rob shenanigans and cyborg is too busy teasing them that beastboy seeks solace with Raven. He admits how he felt about terra and how he feels lonely. Raven tries to keep her sadness and jealousy under wraps, and confides in beastboy that she feels alone too. beastboy assumed she was like not into romance or anything like that, to which raven replies with a blush and a comment like, “I’m a human too you know.” Beastboy would feel better after talking with her, and would end the episode by telling Raven that if she ever felt lonely, they could hang out sometime. raven would smile and say, “i said i was lonely, not desperate.” BB would roll his eyes and leave her room, smiling and saying that the offer was on the table still. 

This episode would be the one that makes beastboy fall for Raven. I have no idea how it would start, but beastboy would invite Raven to go hang out with him. Raven would begrudgingly agree, and would be dragged into a friendly outing with her crush. Beastboy would ask raven to hold onto him as they rode his moped (sometime acquired between the timeskip), and raven would blush. they would wear civilian clothes during this outing. They would see a movie, and go to the bookstore. As Raven became comfortable being around beastboy, they even go to an arcade and raven starts getting into the videogames and kicking beastboys butt at his favorite games. Raven becomes so relaxed that she lets her guard down, and at one moment beastboy would make a joke about something silly, and raven would giggle and laugh out loud. Immediately, raven would realize what she had done and cover her mouth with her hands and blush. Beastboy meanwhile, just gasps and stares at her with big eyes. “did...did you just....laugh at one of my jokes?!” Raven would turn around and blush madly, saying nothing. Beastboy would then cock an eyebrow and smile the biggest smile he ever had. “After all tHESE YEARS! you think I’m funny!” Raven would blush and reply, “....one funny joke out of millions doesn’t make you funny beastboy.” Beastboy then steps back and notices something..he notices how she isn’t meeting his eyes with the regular cold, jeering glare but how she is really flustered and her eyes look soft..he sees the pink blush on her cheeks and realizes that he is correct... that she really DID think he was funny all those years...He also begins to suspect that in that moment, raven was actually...into him. Beastboy blushes deeply and starts stuttering, but then a few teenage civilians would walk by and interrupt the moment. “Hey it’s beastboy and Raven! cool! C-can we have a picture with you guys?! wow i can’t believe the teen titans are here!” The teens would snap a photo with the two blushing titans, and then start walking away. As they walk away, raven and beastboy overhear one of the girls state, “Wow they’re so cute! I never knew those two were a thing!” Raven and beastboy would blush furiously and beastboy would yell, “W-We’re JUST FRIENDS!” back at the civilians who are out of earshot. When he turns to raven, she looks beyond mortified. Beastboy’s ears droop as he feels like she is embarrassed to be with him. meanwhile raven is feeling the same, thinking that beastboy would never date a creep like her. They ride home on the moped in silence. As they return, raven thanks beastboy for the outing. he stutters and thanks her too. there is an awkward silence. “So, uh....” Beastboy would start, but raven would turn, say “goodnight.” and then leave the room. 

An episode in which Beastboy fights Adonis again. Adonis threatens to hurt Raven and the other titans, but Raven doesn’t know that when beastboy and Adonis stand off, its about her. the team is separated from the fight. Beastboy ends up kicking adonis’s ass, but is beaten up pretty badly. by the time raven and the other titans get to beastboy, he collapses into starfire’s arms who catches him from falling. before he loses consciousness, he sees raven and smiles at her with a swollen black eye and beat up face. “Raven...good...y-you’re safe...now...” he passes out at that point, leaving the team to stare at raven and raven just as confused as everyone else. 

An episode in which Raven finally admits her feelings for beastboy to herself.  this episode would delve into her psyche again and feature her emotions again. she would be losing control of her powers, similar to the episode “Fear itself.” because she is denying her love for beastboy. she doesn’t want to pursue it in fear that he wont like her and fear of hurting him. When danger raises its head, beastboy is in trouble and is unable to be rescued by the rest of the team. They try, but no one is strong enough to overcome the villain without raven’s help. But raven is not able to use her powers because she is denying passion within her. Seeing Beastboy being held by a shocking device, each time the titans get close, the villain shocks beastboy and makes him scream in pain and agony. Raven finally cannot stand it, and her powers activate again. However, she isnt channeling all of her emotions together like in the episode “nevermore.” She is leaving passion out. Raven finds that she isn’t strong enough to defeat the foe, and finally gives in and accepts her passion for beastboy. As soon as passion enters the equation, raven becomes at least 10% more powerful than before. her love for beastboy fuels her, and gives her the extra edge to defeat the villain.  beastboy is rescued by Raven who frantically takes the shocks off of his ankles and wrists. He starts to thank her, but is interrupted by her hugging him tightly, still fueled by her love for him. beastboy blushes and is shocked. raven holds him for a second, tenderly and closely. the episode ends there. 

And I still have many more episode ideas that I’m currently working on. The skeleton would continue with one more final episode where beastboy and raven would finally confess to one another. I dont know what would force the confession, and i have no clue if either beastboy would confess first or raven would. Maybe people can give me ideas? :) I just have so many ideas of how it would all go. i lean more towards raven confessing first. because beastboy is so patient with her. 

So the very very basic outline for bbrae canonization would be: 

- Raven falls for beastboy first, Raven gets closer to beastboy, beastboy falls for raven, raven admits to herself that she loves him, either beastboy or raven confess their love to the other, they begin dating. 

Once Beastboy and Raven are a couple 

I have a headcanon that Raven would want their relationship to be a secret for a while. although they have confessed their attraction to one another, their romance is slow at first and is kept secret from the rest of the team. Beastboy is patient with raven, and accepts the fact that she isnt ready to go public with their love. The couple would give knowing glances to one another throughout the day, sometimes spend the night in each others rooms, send late night text messages, and secretly pine for one another while the other teammates are none the wiser. 

I also have a headcanon that they dont share a first kiss for a while yet. beastboy is very hormonal and wants raven badly, but he is very patient and wants her to initiate it because he doesnt want to make her uncomfortable. Eventually it would happen, raven initiating it of course. she would probably kiss him quickly on the cheek, but beastboy would be so shocked and overcome by love that he would turn her face back to him, look her in the eyes, and they gently would both come closer and lock lips for the first time. 

Starfire would eventually become the first one to know of the pair’s relationship shortly after robin proposed to her. i havent settled on how she would find out, but it would happen and their secret relationship would finally be announced to the rest of the team. at star and robs wedding, raven accidentally catches the bouquet, to star’s delight. 

After beastboy and raven become a thing, raven almost exclusively calls beastboy “gar” or “garfield.” 

As beastboy and raven grow older, beastboy changes his name to Changeling around the same time Robin becomes nightwing. 

Another Time Skip

There would be another time skip near the end of the Teen Titans series, foreshadowing a spin off series about the teen titans next gen (lol i steal too many ideas from kishimoto-sensei lolololol) There are a few things that would happen. 

Starfire and Robin become parents in their early 20′s. It’s after Starfire announces her pregnancy that bb and rae get married. 

(*the rest of the series is based off of my original comic about beastboy and raven’s married life and the birth of their first child. If you want to read that comic, please go here.  ) 

Beastboy and Raven would have a child two years after starfire and robin have their daughter. 

Kid flash and Jinx would have a child too around the same time. Cyborg would adopt a child. 

About a year and a half after their first child is born, beastboy and raven would have a second child. 

The series would end, showing yet another time skip where their kids are now living in the tower, grown up into their teens themselves. the next generation would begin. 

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So...yeah. lol obviously i have to work out this narrative, but that’s generally how I see bbrae becoming a thing. I know there are other things i glossed over. such as slade and other characters. but i mainly only hypothesize about my ship becoming canon tbh lolololol. 

I have designs for the next gen kids, 

And i’m currently working on more designs and a plot for the next gen series. lol 

but you get NO SPOILERS for the next gen ! >:C 

Let’s just say that old enemies return, family bonds are tested, and the old titans and the next gen titans have to work together to defeat the ultimate evil. 

Anyway, thanks sooooooo much for reading all of this! ;A; 

If you read all of this, congratulations you are now one of my favorite people ;W; 

Please send me questions, suggestions, critiques, and please like and reblog...I would love your input! :3 This is just my version of how bbrae should be done. i love reading fanfics and other’s stories. let’s all share in the glory of bbrae shipping and hope for a season six one day xDDDDD 

But yeah. Thank you. :) And I am out! xoxoxo 

-Alex, Dec 2018- 

(may edit later with updated thoughts, ideas and timelines.) 

[srona58]

When I Drift Off, I'll Dream About You (Part 1)

***PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR STEAL: this is listed on Wattpad, FF.net, AND AO3, all under either SRona58 or ShannonRona.***

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Marvel or Iron Man.

A/N: Totally fan made, written PRE A4!  Just a guess, something I made based off of the trailer we got today.  Might be a multi part thing, I don't really know yet.

Part 2: http://srona58.tumblr.com/post/180913150946/when-i-drift-off-ill-dream-about-you-part-2   

"This thing on?"

It was a stupid question.  The flickering glow of the face plate eyes as they scanned his image for a video recording should've answered his question, but these days, he was used to talking to himself.  It was comforting, for some reason.  The silence, for the first time in his life was nice, but...there's only so much silence he could take before he started going insane.  But that's how it would be...there was no definite path home, and now he was facing the end of his legacy, the end of Tony Stark as he knew himself.

So, he had to say goodbye to Pepper.  Just in case someday Nebula was able to transport his body home...he had to say goodbye to her, to remind her he love-loved...her.

Once the helmet was recording, he slumped back against the metal parts of the ship, weak from lack of food and water.  It was already hard to breathe; the air was thinning, and his lungs felt like collapsing.  Eventually, he would use the rest of the air, so talking now wouldn't matter.  As long as she knew...

"Hey, Miss Potts," he managed through a hoarse voice, battling his own defeat down.  "Or...Mrs Stark?  Potts-Stark?"  He huffed in his own delirious amusement.  "Guess we never decided. That's okay...we'll, uh...we'll figure it out."

He paused, feeling choked up for a second.  But this was a recording for Pepper.  For her to remember him by, not for her to feel sad every time she saw it.  Though, he wouldn't blame her if she did.  He wasn't hiding it well; he was emotional and moody due to lack of, well, everything he needed to survive, and the scar in his abdomen that he healed temporarily was starting to get infected and there was nothing he could do about the pain of that, either.  He looked like a skeleton, his face sunken in and his stomach growling louder than a bear, and there was no cover up for that.  Hopefully, she'd hold onto other memories of him when he was more...himself.

"Hey, I was thinking..." he tried next, tossing a loose screw aside and leaning his head back against the wall behind him, his knees up as arm rests in front of him.  "What if we didn't do the big wedding thing?  Lose all the hype, just...go to a court house or something.  You can invite your family, if you want.  ...You are my family; I don't have anyone else.  Except...Rhodey and Happy, maybe...Morgan?"

He sighed, thinking of their last conversation together.  God, all he wanted was to give her a family.  Give her a shot at something normal...

"I dunno, Pep..." he whispered, looking down at the floor now to hide the way he tried to blink back tears.  "I just felt like..."

No.  This wasn't supposed to make her feel guilty, this was supposed to be an explanation, a promise that he cared for her and that he was doing the right thing when he...passed?

"Never mind, I'm rambling..." he mumbles, shaking his head before running a hand through his hot, messy hair.  "I'm up here in space, you're not."

There was no way for her to be pregnant.  Not now, anyway.  She wasn't before, so she wouldn't be now.  He was sort of needed for that.  He was talking nonsense, just hoping desperately for some kind of confirmation that he did something right before he died.

"Uh...  If you find this recording somehow...if my body makes it back to Earth or something...don't feel bad about it," he requested instead.  "I probably didn't suffer.  Honestly, I'll probably knock out and lose consciousness when I start to run out of air.  It's not a bad way to go, considering all the ways I've cheated death before..."

He chuckled lightly, realizing how much of a lucky son of a bitch he really was, in the scheme of things.

"...Part of the journey is the end.  And...I've reached my end."

But then he quieted, looking out the big window of the ship into starry space.  

"For the record, being adrift in space with...zero promise of rescue...is more fun than it sounds," he sighed, eyes closing as he let his head fall back a second time and he sucked in a deep breath, trying not to gasp for air unless he felt particularly short breathed.  "I thought..." he began, then pressed his lips together, frustrated.  "I used to have those nightmares about it, you know?  The portal and the big dragon things, and...it isn't like that out here.  It's...peaceful.  Maybe it's because nothing exists anymore, maybe you don't even exist anymore, who knows..."

That was the worst part.  Him, recording this, not even sure if Pepper would ever receive it.  If he died, would anyone ever save her?  Bring her back?  Give her the life she deserved, maybe without the pain of knowing him?  He ruined her life, after all.  He made her fall in love with him, just to do this...just to disappear.

"There's just nothing out here," he finally continued, eyes glossing over as he kept his gaze out the window, tone emotionless and exhausted at this point.  "Nothing out here to help, nothing out here to hurt.  It's the first peace and quiet I've had in a very, very long time, actually..."

And then he forced himself to tell her the details, realizing he was getting light headed and it had to be nearing midnight.  He had mere hours left...  Nebula would make it, she was more robot than human, and could function on no oxygen, but he had no chance in hell.

"Food and water ran out four days ago..." he admitted quietly.  "Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning....  And that'll be it."

As he said it, a weird calm overcame him.  Sure, he hadn't lead a good life to start, but he had changed.  He bettered himself to better the rest of the world, and now half of that was gone.  He attempts to redesign his drive...pointless.  What was left of the world...might be better off without his attempts.  He'd just disappear.  But a name in a history book, someone to blame for all of this.  The infamous Iron Man, who couldn't save everyone.  

"I'll just...drift off into sleep," he whispered, bringing his attention back to the helmet as he pushed himself up and knelt down in front of it, knowing his time was coming to an end.  "Just like I do every night.  Nothing new, just...sleep, dreams...  Only this time I won't wake up.  But when I do drift off..." he swallowed, "I'll dream about you."

Sighing, he reached out to turn off the recording, but hesitated, not knowing if it was the right place to end it.

"It's always you..." he added.  "I love you, Pep."

And then a tear finally slipped out of his eye and down his cheek, so he ultimately rushed to turn off the recording and save it, storing it within the helmet.  His hand lingered, caressing the side of it as he remembered.  Remembered the suits, remembered her.  Everything Iron Man meant to him.

He remembered her fiery red hair against that blue dress the first time he saw her.  Really saw her, not just the friend he hired to do all his paperwork, but the woman he...fell in love with, that night, despite what she believed.  He remembered her excitement when he gave her the CEO title, the rush of their first kiss on the roof.  He remembered her voice as it soothed him in his nightmares, her hand when he put the ring into place on her finger, the way she bit her lip when he asked for a kid...  And now it was all gone.

He would've killed - ironic, right - to listen to any of her old voicemails to lull him into sleep, to calm his erratic heart so he could go without panic, but if he did, he would exhaust the last of the power for the helmet and she would never have a chance at getting his message.  So he couldn't.  He would die alone, in space, facing his worst fear without a choice.

Except, he had at least one person.  Nebula, the being he'd befriended over the last...however long it had been, he really had no idea; he'd lost count weeks ago.

He tugged on that old track jacket - the same one he had worn the last day he was with her - and crossed his arms as he scooted back against the floor.  And that's when he heard her footsteps coming to check on him.  She'd given him privacy to record, but even she wanted to say goodbye before he tried to sleep.

"She'll get your message," the blue robot promised, hand on his shoulder as he sat back again, closing his eyes.

"You have to make it back first," he mumbled, and that's when her hand slid back off.

"I will.  I can last out here.  Someone will cross my path eventually."

He sighed, knowing it was a long shot.  They had been powerless for days, and she'd have to eat eventually too...  Sure, her diet was a little different, but she still did have human parts which would expire if they didn't get the things they needed.  She was just less dependent as he was.

"I'll kill Thanos for you," she promised next. "They'll remember you."

And that just made him laugh, smirking that usual Tony Stark smirk.  "Just like he wanted..."

Next came the shared silence of a goodbye, and then the long hours he spent wishing he could sleep but knowing he was too afraid.  He tried to picture her, picture all of the happy smiles they shared...but it was hard.  He hadn't seen her in so long...

"I'm sorry, Pep..." he whispered when he finally gave up.  "God, I'm so sorry..."

And then, as he started to believe maybe there was a chance, his ears began to ring from pressure and he felt faint.  There was no vision, no energy left to open his eyes.  But he swore...he swore on every fiber of his being, as he slowly slipped into an oxygen deprived sleep, the last thing he inhaled through his nostrils was her scent...lemon, ginger, and...Pepper.

[pkducklett]

“...And a Happy New Year”-A Secret Santa Fic

Now Available On Ao3!

Hi, @neutnoise, I was your Secret Santa. I apologize for the lateness of this gift. I hope you had a wonderful Smissmas season that continues to be just as wonderful into the new year.

Characters: Medic and Heavy (Plus Scout and Engie talk a bit)

Summary: Medic and Heavy talk about the future of their relationship as a new years begins to roll around.

Word Count: 1363

“T minus ten minutes to midnight!” Scout shouted. A chorus of half-listening murmurs of agreement responded. The small gathering at the Teufort base could hardly be called a party. It was too quiet, not nearly as lively as a typical New Year’s party. Still with enough excitement on the battlefield, Mann co’s defenders were content with a low energy night of drinking and discussing plans for a new year.

Medic sat on the old couch in the center of the room. Closing his eyes, he could catch bits of his teammates’ conversations. The room around the party was still decorated for Christmas. A dead tree in the corner and lights fixated on the ceiling indeed held a stark contrast to the feeling of renewal the new year was said to bring.

“Maybe they’ll get taken down before Valentine’s.” Engineer remarked before going to get another glass of punch.

The doctor smiled, returning to his own thoughts. It was true that working for Mann co was probably the craziest gig he had ever taken (and that’s including stealing a human skeleton). However, this year had seemed to top it all in crazy; a long lost brother come to claim the family fortune, losing their jobs only to be rehired by the same company, robot doubles, fighting said robot doubles on the same team as people who tried to kill you less than a month ago. It was a mess. Such a mess that it had seemed unlikely that a break like this in late December for the holidays seemed unlikely.

They had only just been able to hold back the robot forces from the surrounding Teufort area, before the mechanical army retreated. The ensuing victory could only bring temporary comfort. No doubt, somewhere Gray Mann’s forces were regrouping for their next strike. That was the reasoning behind staying on base for the holidays. So far, nothing came of another robot attack. The few weeks of peace were a welcome respite of quiet the team needed.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of a hand brushing his shoulder. He looked up to see the source of the hand, Heavy, walking toward the door. The Russian was stopped after taking the doorknob by Scout who informed him that there was only nine and a half minutes to midnight. To which, Heavy assured him that he would be back before the countdown. Satisfied, the runner moved aside letting the larger man through.

Curiosity drove Medic to abandon his seat on the couch and follow him. Reaching the door and stepping out before Scout had a chance to intervene. Outside, the air was considerably cooler. Nowhere near as cold as Germany this time of the year, but still chillier than the scorching heat he had become accustomed to fighting in. The sky was clear so that the stars appeared as a blanket of glittering lights hanging above the base. Medic didn’t have to look far to find his Russian teammate, who had taken a seat in the back of Engie’s pickup and was staring thoughtfully at the sky. He quickened his pace, taking a seat and wiggling under the larger man’s arm.

“Doktor.” Heavy acknowledged the newcomer’s appearance with a soft smile.

Medic squirmed closer and took his hand in response, nuzzling closer and letting his mind wander. In complete truthfulness, he wasn’t sure which of them had proposed the relationship first. He faintly remembered being in awe of Heavy’s strength and prowess on the battlefield, pushing him to want to learn more about his teammate. He could recall their initial meetings and the slight shock he felt discovering the differences between on and off field Heavy. Yet not letting the shock deter him from attempting to learn more. It only made logical sense at the time, he told himself. The Medic and Heavy should work closely for the benefit of the team. He wasn’t sure where benefit of the team faded to the background and benefit to each other came to the forefront. A wiser man should have seen it coming a lot sooner, but it was at their own pace that Medic and Heavy realized their relationship meant just a little more than a battlefield friendship.

That had been only a few months ago, the robot incident had made it harder for them to reflect on the relationship further. Though, at this moment, curled next to his Heavy, he held little doubts for them or their future. Yet he was pulled from his daydream when the arm wrapped around him was untangled from his grip.

“Something wrong, liebe?” he asked, sitting up to look his partner in the eyes.

Inwardly, Heavy could curse Medic’s perceptiveness. He returned the gaze and sighed. “How long until fighting stops?”

Medic blinked, confused. “Vell, surely Gray Mann will run out of robots sooner or later. But if past experiences are to be believed, we likely won’t quit until either he is dead or we are.”

“Or team becomes too old”

“Yes, that is a possibility too.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t understa-”

“Fighting cannot last forever.” It was unlike Heavy to interrupt, a clear indication to Medic that what they were discussing was causing him great distress.

“Vell, the Mann twins’ war lasted over 150 years.”

“But it still ended.”

“Yes, I suppose all wars do end eventually.” Medic admitted.

“Then what happens next?” Heavy asked without looking at Medic.

Medic shrugged “Peace, I guess?”

“And peace here means we go and lea-”

“Vait are you trying to suggest that I would l leave you as soon as the fighting stopped?” As Heavy could curse Medic’s perceptiveness, he could curse the Russian’s inability to directly state what was upsetting him.

The lack of response only served to assure Medic that he had found the source of his partner’s discomfort. He took a deep breath, allowing the intake of air to calm him. “Why would you think that?”

Heavy looked up at nothing in particular. “After Mann brothers died. When we found out there was no more money, and how soon there was no more team.”

He didn’t have to say anymore, Medic understood completely. It was a hectic week when their employers turned up dead. Without the flow of money keeping them tied down, most of their teammates were already preparing to leave on the next plane out. That is until Ms. Pauling turned up in a hurry with a tape from Mann co. CEO, Saxton Hale, as a message that they were in fact, not fired and expected to combine into one team of nine to defend their company.

“How quickly it ended, and was nothing left.” Heavy continued. “What would become of us?”

“I would go with you.” Medic assured him.

“But doesn’t Doktor want to go home after-”

“Honestly I have no home. I could go back to Germany if I wanted to spend the rest of my life hiding from past mistakes.”

“But what about-”

“Heavy I would sooner be with you than anywhere else in this world.”

“Doktor would come with Heavy to Siberia.” Finally a smile returned to his lover’s face, even if it was one of joking disbelief.

“Of course.” Medic adopted a jokingly offended tone in response. “I could handle it. I can’t believe you would doubt me like that.”

A soft chuckle from Heavy was enough to let him know his plan had worked. The tight embrace that followed, only sealed the deal in his mind. “Thank you, Doktor.” Heavy whispered.

“I mean it, you know. You can’t get away from me that easily.” Medic responded in kind. “Come on, why don’t we join the others in waiting for midnight?”

Heavy nodded in agreement, and slid off the end of the truck, Medic following shortly after. The two walked back to the base’s entrance side by side. Inside the seconds to midnight were being called out in loud anticipation.

“5...4...3...2...1...Happy New Year!”

Stopping at the door, the two lovers drew each other close into a kiss. The first to a new year, and the first of many more to come.

[crushingonrazz]

Numbers and Questions

@ollie-oxen-free @queenofbiscuits @gallifreyan-pal @beckyshecky I CHOOSE YOU (you’re tagged and now you have to do this too) But honestly everyone who sees this is now tagged, go!!!!

So I may have stolen this idea from a thing on FanFiction.net. If you are tagged, randomly assign your 12 favorite characters (I stuck purely to the skeletons) to numbers like this:

Pink (ULP)

Red (UFS)

Sans (UTS)

Lust (ULS)

Ink (IS)

Error (ES)

Stretch (USP)

Papyrus (UTP)

Fell (UFP)

Blue (USS)

Razz (SFS)

Slim (SFP)

And then take the questions that I have below the cut and put in your own answers to them with your new list of characters (it works best if your list is truly random), then tag some new people and post it! (tag me too because I really want to see all of your answers and the characters you pick). (also tumblr totally messed up the formatting but whatever you guys get the idea right) I’m going to also post mine in cosos because why not, but I thought it’d be fun to post here!

If anyone has any more questions they’d like me to answer, feel free to send me an ask (i.e. would 3 and 7 make good friends, what would happen if 11 introduced 10 to a life of crime, etc). The questions I have here are more randomized, copied right from the thing, but I definitely don’t mind more purposeful ones being asked.

(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (7) dumps (1) for (9). (1), brokenhearted, goes on one date with (11), has an unhappy breakup with (12), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3).

Pink and Stretch are in a happy relationship until Stretch dumps Pink for Fell. Pink, brokenhearted, goes on one date with Razz, has an unhappy breakup with Slim, then follows the wise advice of Ink and finds true love with Sans.

Sounds like the kind of drama some of ya’ll would love.

 If you wrote a Song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?

(Papyrus) Me Too by Meghan Trainor, probably. That’s gotta be Paps’ theme song.

 3 told you that she will soon be getting married to 2. What is your reaction?

(Sans and Red) Either a lot of hand-flapping or a sort of “duh”.

 When was the last time you read a fic about Five?

(Ink) It has certainly been a minute. I think I read at least part of Fixing Your Errors by SansyFresh last week? I don’t think I’ve read one about him since.

 6 kidnapped you, why is this?

(Error) Probably because he’s fucking insane? Also it’s not like he’s never kidnapped anyone before.

 Does anyone on your friends list consider Three hot?

(Sans) I’m gonna go with yes because duh. Nope, not at all, no one I know thinks Sans is at all hot.

 If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what warning would it have?

(Pink, Error, and Slim) Oh fucking Christ almighty… I don’t even want to think about it.

 6 is extremely pissed off about something, why is this? And what will you do?

(Error) When is Error not pissed about something, honestly? And I would get the hell out of his way.

 Five/Nine or Five/Ten?

(Ink/Fell or Ink/Blue) Ink/Blue because InkBerry is kinda cute but I’ve never even seen anything about Ink/Fell)

 You and 9 get trapped in an elevator together. What happens? And who are the other random people with you two?

(Fell) Honestly probably sitting in opposite corners playing on our phones or something. I’m not about to bother someone who could and would shut me up in a not-so-fun way if he was feeling like it.  

 Would 2 and 6 make a good couple?

(Red and Error) Uh...no? Probably not? I haven’t really thought about it too much but the idea doesn’t appeal to me.

 8 confessed to be a part of your family.

(Papyrus) I’m just gonna go with it, honestly. Papyrus probably adopts people all the time.

 4 and 5 are having an argument. Why is this?

(Lust and Ink) Knowing Lust, he probably walked up and asked Ink if he could taste the rainbow, and Ink may or may not have threatened to let Error take out his AU.

 Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?

(Pink and Papyrus) Oh man I hope so, that would be sweet as fuck. Especially since I headcanon Paps as aro/ace so it would be like a brotp thing probably. But I could see Pink being discouraged at his lack of success with the royal harem and Papyrus would make him comfort oatmeal and they’d watch Ferris Bueller or something.

2 writes you a love song, plays it for you, and then kisses you on the cheek.

(Red) CRUSH.EXE HAS CRASHED

 What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve kissing?

(Stretch, Red and Slim) Depending on his mood? Either back out slowly, or really loudly go “WOW GUYS ARE U GONNA BONE?!” because he’s an obnoxious motherfucker.

 Do you think Four is hot?

(Lust) I don’t think I really have a choice in the matter have you fucking seen him?

 7 cooked you dinner.

(Stretch) What the fuck did you put in it, is this a prank?

 Suggest a title for Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic?

(Stretch and Slim) Uh… Beautiful, it’s True. This question can fuck off.

 9 and 1 accidentally get hooked up on a dating website and are forced to go on a date together.

(Fell and Pink) “Accidentally”, huh, Pink?

 8 gets angry and starts cussing at 6 very loudly. 7 is watching it all and is interested...but why is this?

(Papyrus, Error, Stretch) Because holy fuck Papyrus is cussing someone out, lemme get the popcorn man.

 Do you recall any fics about 9?

(Fell) Oh, y’know, one or two. There’s the occasional UnderFell fic here and there.

 You are about to do something that will make you feel very embarrassed. Will 9 comfort you?

(Fell) Awkwardly and in his own way. He doesn’t quite know how to respond to something like that.

 Does anyone on your friends list read 3?

(Sans) idk guys, have any of you ever read a fic about Sans? Sans the skeleton? Heard of him? He’s the little nerd that loves astronomy and Red and ketchup?

 Would anyone one of your friends list write about Two/Four/Five?

(Red, Lust, Ink) Honestly, Galli would probably write any combination of any of the guys up here. Ollie might if there was a meme involved.

 You're lying on the beach peacefully, and then you turn your head to see 1, 2, and 9, by the water wearing speedos.

(Pink, Red, Fell) I’m honestly not even surprised.

 It's storming outside and 4 allowed you to stay with her at her place until it blows over. And your reaction to this kind gesture is?

(Lust) My reaction to this kind gesture with definitely no ulterior motives at all? Hmmm…..I’d have to think about it…

 Have you read a 6 / 11 fanfic before?

(Error/Razz) Nope and I honestly do not have the inclination?

 5 wakes you up in the middle of the night.

(Ink) Dude I’m sure the multiverse can wait until the morning leave me alone.

 1 asks to talk to you privately. When you are both alone, he admits to you that he is gay.

(Pink) ….Are you absolutely sure because im not really sure you’re sure that outfit is pretty straight dude and im pretty sure ive never ever seen you fuck another dude before sooooooooo (I wouldn’t actually say that don’t get mad at me)

 5 gave you a teddy bear.

(Ink) ...k then????

 You and 10 go out for a picnic. Everything is peaceful until 2 crashes it by showing up and inviting you to go hang out at a cafe. Would you go with 2 or stay with 10?

(10-Blue, 2-Red) WELL FUCK. Way to give me an impossible decision???????? I mean of course I’m gonna go with Red but I’m gonna feel really bad about it for like a whole hour!

 1 walked in on you while you were showering. What is your reaction?

(Pink) This is the third time this week, dude.

 What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?

(Slim, Papyrus) He’d step up and be a good dad and Papyrus would go EXTREME BABY SHOPPING.

 You catch 10 looking at questionable material on the internet.

(Blue) I’m not terribly surprised but I am giggling madly every time I look at him or his significant other for like a month afterwards because oh my hell that is so funny to me.

 Make up a summary of a 3/10 fanfic.

(Sans/Blue) Blue never expected his first patient to be quite so upbeat and full of jokes, especially when his clipboard was telling him that this patient was on suicide watch. (oh my god what do I have to do to get someone to write this, I need it now????)

 All the listed characters get into a very epic and all-out battle. Who will be the last one standing?

Okay first of all fuck yes?? Secondly, it’d be Papyrus. Sans is the most powerful person in the multiverse, especially since Ink and Error would be focusing all of their attention on each other and would then narrow down that power. So Sans would be able to take the rest of them out, but would protect Papyrus more than he protects himself. And if it was left as just the two of them? Sans isn’t about to let himself be the one left.

 7 is having relationship problems, 4 tries to help him out but her advice isn't helpful. Your thoughts about this predicament?

(Stretch, Lust) Lust, you can’t just tell everyone to “suck their dick under the table”, that is not a way to solve most problems.

 Do any of your friends write or draw Eleven?

(Razz) *Narrows my eyes most especially at Ollie*

[mercy-thompson-fanfiction]

Spiderwebs

“Spiderwebs.”  The young woman said again.  Ben’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

“You think the pack bonds are a bunch of spider webs?”  He questioned.  

“Don’t make fun of me, that’s what they feel like.  It’s how they move—hey! Stop laughing!” She threw a pillow at him from her spot on the bed and he caught it.  Porsche had been trying to have a serious talk and he’d dodged it, opened a can of worms that now had him cackling.

“Do you do the mind palace thing, like your mother?”  She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.  “Are you one of those wolves who has to walk inside of the pack bonds to be able to see them right and use them the way you need to?  Or are you one of those ‘second-nature’ ones?”

“I don’t see why that matters.”  The reply brought crossed my arms with it.

“Because if you’re picturing yourself as a spider on a web I want to be able to laugh about it.”  He teased her and she groaned in response.  “You’re probably a ‘second-nature’ type.”  Porsche raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed, but mostly she just wanted to know why he said that.  “You’re pretty dominant for—you’re pretty dominant.”  

He wouldn’t even try to pull the “if you weren’t female” with her.  It’d started a spat last week.

“So?”

“So, dominants pick it up quickly and then they can just use them.”  He shrugged, “You kind of have to work them.”

“Ben.”  She stopped him before he continued on a tangent.  He frowned.  “I want to talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, as shown by the situation.”  He came over to sit down next to her.  “I don’t know how to fix it, I don’t know what’s wrong or what I’m supposed to do, honestly.”

There was no mate bond.  The young half-wolf knew there was some sort of ceremonial something or other, but she also knew you didn’t need that.  As much as she worried her father might hate her for it, but there’d been enough sex that something should have happened by now.

It had scared her when he had said “maybe it’s just not meant to be” last time she’d brought it up.  The night had ended in the woman hiding her face in her hair while she tried desperately to refrain from crying.

Already, her lip was quivering again and she didn’t know how to stop it.

“Porsche, maybe it’s me.”  He brushed a strand of hair out of her face.  “Maybe…”

“Maybe what?” She pushed him a little. The one thing, the only thing the blonde-haired man could ever hate about her was her ability to make him open up.  “Ben…tell me.”

“Maybe it just won’t work because of me.”  He let her curl into him as he moved closer to the center of the bed.  She rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck as he made himself busy playing with a strand of her hair.  “Porsche…” He was whispering and she suspected it was to hide the uncertain waver in his voice.  “I’m scared.” 
She tilted to kiss his jaw.

“I am, too.”  She reassured him.  He shook his head gently, so he didn’t move her too much.

“No, not…” She knew he was struggling with deciphering exactly what it was that scared him.  He did that a lot, when he had strong emotions about something he often couldn’t place why.  “I can’t.”  

He knew he was making her upset now.  He was making her ride a rollercoaster with him this time.  First she was scared he was leaving, then trying to be strong and encouraging, and now she had hit the bottom again.  He gripped her a little tighter when she tried to move to look at him.  He didn’t want her to see he was crying.

“You’re crying.”  She murmured—so much for that plan.  “Benjamin…”

He snorted, trying to rub the tears away with his far shoulder out of embarrassment.

“No I’m not.”  

He could picture her rolling her eyes, something she had learned from her older sister’s visits home, or maybe Adam just brought that out in his children.

“I’m right next to your face and I smell saltwater enough to fill an ocean.”  She poked at his side.  “What’s wrong.”

“Your science.”  He tried to distract her.  “Your science is wrong. Tears are a different ratio of salt-to-water.”

“Shut up,” She ignored him.  “Ben, seriously.”

He had learned to be so much more open about it all, but he’d never wanted to burden her.  He wouldn’t burden her, not yet.  There was so much wrong in his mind and he couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t give her power over him like that.  

He knew where it was, he’d found it.  She would reach out to him without knowing she was doing it—a second-nature type like he’d said.  He’d kept it, for lack of a better word, dead in a corner on purpose.  He wasn’t even sure how their’s would work, but he was dead set against finding out.

Being connected like that could hurt one of them, and he was scared it would be her.

He was somehow more scared it was going to be him.

“I’ll tell you one day.”  He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“That you’re hiding from me?”  She asked and he froze.  “I’m not stupid, Ben.”

He hadn’t thought she was, just up until now she’d made no mention of knowing.  Suddenly, her fear made sense.  She was scared he was choosing to leave her.  She was a woman of the modern world and he’d known he wasn’t her first, she’d no doubt known heartache before.  She knew he was keeping it from her and she thought she knew why.

She had no idea.

“That’s not what I’m doing.”  He disagreed.  “It’s got nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”

“How cliché.“ She responded flatly and he could feel the frustration radiating off of her. “If you’ve decided you’re not that interested, you could just say it.”

“That’s not it at all!” The man protested. “You don’t understand.”

“Make me understand.” She pleaded with him. “Help me understand. I don’t know, you’re right.” Some of her tone was patronizing, but she’d inherited her grandmother’s wide eyes (though her own were a shade of brown) and they were filled with desperation.  "Is it about who I am?“

"It’s about what you are.”

“You don’t like that I’m half coyote.  Is it the aging thing? Because my mom seems to have lasted long enough and she still looks 30–”

“No, it’s…ah…” he was trying to find the words and when he finally blurted it out, he’d done it all wrong. “You’re a woman.”

She pulled out of his arms, even with him having tightened his grip to the point it should have broken bones.

“You’re gay?”

“Oh for fucks sake.”  He’d pull at his hair, but it was too short. “I think you know by now I’m not.”

“I wouldn’t know.” She argued. “Maybe that’s why you’re so upset about telling me–”

“Are you insinuating that I can’t keep it up?”  Ben raised an eyebrow and she had to start laughing at him.

“No, I don’t know. Maybe you’re thinking about banging someone else.”  She was in hysterics, but the good kind. The tears were just because she couldn’t breathe.

“Are you thinking about someone else?”  He was mostly joking, but there was a twinge of jealousy that suddenly raced through him and it only served to make her laugh harder.

“I’m thinking about the Marrok, all 2 million eras of him.”  She kissed his cheek gently.  

“I was always nervous about him.”  Ben admitted, “You know, your mother calls him ‘daddy.’”

“STOP!”  The woman beside him shrieked.  “YOU DON’T—NO!” And she was back to laughing again.  Ben couldn’t avoid smiling, she wouldn’t ever let him frown for long.  She was his little angel in a devil’s body, but he’d never let her know that either.

He kept too many secrets from her, but he reasoned they were his to keep.

“You got all serious again.”  She nudged him.  “How do you drop a bomb like that and get serious?” 
“I’m thinking.”  She sighed loudly and flopped backwards.

“I told you.  If you don’t want this, tell me.  I’ll leave you alone.”  There were a few moments of silence before she said it.  She had been looking for the right words, but there wasn’t anything gentler she could say.  

He took a breath.

“I told you, ‘maybe it’s me’ wasn’t some sort of joke.  It’s a consideration.”  He paused again.  Blue eyes were staring straight ahead, trying not to look at her.  Porsche reached out from her sprawled out position and tugged his arm so he’d look at her.  

“I considered it, and I agree.” She pointed out.  “I don’t understand why.”

“Neither do I.”  She made a face.  “Ok, yes.  I understand why.  I just don’t really know how to talk about it.  There are skeletons in the closet so-to-speak and I’m not ready for them to be buried.  I thought they were.”

“All this closet talk—“

“I promise.”  He cut her off.  He tried to pull her up to him but she protested until he had to meet her where she was. His body unintentionally had pinned her underneath him, legs straddling her not quite at her hip.  He was bigger than her, by quite a bit actually.  As much as she knew he hadn’t meant it that way, her stomach did somersaults when she looked into his eyes.  “I promise I will figure this out.  I don’t know how yet.”

She searched his eyes, scanned over his face, and ignored her current predicament.

“I’m trusting you.”

“I know.”  There was that strained sound to his voice again that made her so anxious to understand what was wrong.  She worried about him, and everyone she asked told her she had to hear it from him by herself.  At this point, his word would have to be good enough to know that it would happen.

“You thinking about Bran Cornick?”  He suddenly smirked and her face flushed.

“No,”  A grin suddenly lit up her face.  “You know who my daddy is.”  She slipped out from under him and across the room.

“Oh fuck you, that’s disgusting!”

A/N

A serious-comedic gift from Paris

Also because I answered that Ask about more Porsche and Ben and never wrote one