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[bellasweetwriting]

Something sweet about him { clark kent x f. reader }

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plot: maybe the smell of fresh flowers was all Y/N needed to clear her mind, and realize how much she desires her best friend Clark Kent.

tags: smut, fingering, +18 characters, y/n is spelled to act to her desires, what she truly wants

prompt: “maybe I can teach you a thing or two.”

Clark Kent stares at you as you walk across the Talon, holding a tray of recently brewed cappuccinos towards a table to the left of the place. The way your whole body tilts forward as you place the mugs on the round table, letting any passing bystander take a look at the way your jeans hug your thighs nicely, highlighting every inch he just dreams of touching.

“Clark!” Lana calls him, making the guy turn around quickly, embarrassed. “What are you doing?”

“Mhm? Nothing, nothing. Studying… stuff. I have a test soon.”

“You know you can talk to her, right? She’s your friend.”

“Talk to who?”

Lana laughed before walking away, leaving the path clear for you, as you dropped the tray on top of Clark’s table and sat right in front of him, sighing in an exaggerated manner. Your legs were killing you, your arms felt wobbly, and you were just glad to see Clark at your place of work.

“You owe me five bucks,” you said, looking at the books he had on top of the table. “I didn’t drop any coffee today, and in three minutes I finish my shift.”

“Anything could happen in three minutes.”

“You have so little faith in me, Kent, it’s becoming insulting. Besides, I have a deadline.” You showed him your drawings that you kept in your apron’s pocket. “I need to finish these for my composition class.”

“They look really good.”

“They’re trash. I have to start over.” You hand one to him. “Use it as a napkin for all I care.”

“Y/N,” another waitress called you, interrupting your conversation. “There’s a guy on the door for you. And he has flowers.”

You looked up, noticing Ryan, the guy you’ve been seeing for the past two weeks, standing there in front of the door with flowers in his hand, smiling widely. You smiled the same, standing up from the chair.

“I’ll see you at the farm later, Kent. Remember my five bucks.” You pat him on the shoulder, standing up from the chair and walking in his direction.

You’ve been seeing this guy for a few days, and you’re not sure if you see a future, but you’re free for him to change your mind.

“Flowers? I think you have the wrong girl, cowboy,” she joked, receiving them with a smile.

“I know, I know, but the woman that sold them to me said they were perfect to know what a girl truly feels, and there’s nothing I’d like more to actually get to know you, Y/N.”

“Am I that mysterious?” You asked, smiling.

“I’d say good at hiding.”

You looked down at the flowers, leaning over them and sniffing them, the naturalist and feminine smell of it hitting you up like a train, your thoughts suddenly clouded, but immediately cleared into the clearest they’ve ever been. Your thoughts have never been louder than this, clearer, exactly where your mind is has never been so… right.

“Clark,” you muttered.

•••

He wasn’t at the talon, he wasn’t in the loft, so, naturally, you searched for him at his farm, where Mrs. Kent greeted you with a smile on her face and welcoming arms.

“It’s so good to see you, sweetheart,” she mumbled softly as she wrapped you in her arms. “You look so good. So grown up, I’d say.”

“I try my best, Mrs. Kent,” you joked. “Is Clark around?”

“He’s in the kitchen. Come in.” You walked inside, your eyes going straight for the kitchen to see Clark Kent there, fixing the upper cabinet with a screwdriver. “Why are you wearing that big sweater? Aren’t you hot?”

“Boiling,” you muttered, staring at the back of your best friend as it arched.

His big arms, his muscles, all calling you, and finally you’ve being able to see the signal with a clear mind.

“Clark,” Mrs. Kent called him, gaining his attention. “Y/N is here.”

“Y/N, hey,” he said with a smile, dropping the tools on the counter and approaching you. “I thought we had scheduled for later. Where did you drop Ryan off?”

“Who cares about him?” You asked. “Can I show you something at the loft? If you’re not too busy, of course.”

“Yeah, sure. Are you okay, though? You seem a bit strange,” he asked, but you simply grabbed his hand, dragging him outside through the kitchen door. “Alright.”

You practically dragged him outside into the barn. He was probably a foot taller than you, could lift an elephant, and had the strength of a million men, but when it came to you, he let himself being dragged like a dog, a moth to a flame, he did not care.

As you reached the top of the loft, you let yourself fall onto the couch, staring at the object of your true desires clearer than ever.

Maybe the only people that didn’t know Y/N loved Clark Kent where Y/N and Clark Kent, because now that you did, everything seemed so clear. Whatever was in the pollen of that flower let you see things in a different perspective. He was what you wanted. Next to you, on top of you, inside of you. His big arms holding you, his body on top of yours, his hands touching your skin.

Your skin was practically boiling to the thought of Clark Kent without a shirt, let alone without pants.

“How long have we’ve been friends, Clark?” You asked, playing with the zipper of the oversized sweater you were wearing. “You’ve clearly grown up a lot. More than vertically. Do you think I’ve grown up too?”

“Uhm, well… yeah, yeah, you have. What’s going on?”

“And do you like what you see?”

“What?”

“I’ve seen you check me out, Clark. I even know which one of my jeans you like best by the amount of time you keep staring,” you said, playfully, making the big, strong, tall and handsome Clark Kent blush. “Am I wrong?”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.”

“You’re a very bad liar, Kent,” you said, standing up, moving closer in his direction. “I like that you stare. Makes me want to pose more.”

He took a step back, practically crashing against the fence behind him. He let out a nervous chuckle, trying badly to stay away from the imminent force coming in his direction.

“I think something happened to you, Y/N. You’re not acting like yourself.”

“Actually, I think I’ve never seen things more clearer than this. You’re what I want, Clark, you’ve always been. You’ve always just been so… unattainable.”

“Unattainable?”

“Always have kept your distance. And I’ve respected it, rejecting my feelings, fooling myself. But now, for some reason, I’ve never seen the sky so bluer… Everything just makes sense. And I’m going after what I want, and it’s you. I want you.”

You grabbed his hand, making him hold the zipper of your sweater and pulling it down, revealing the outfit you’ve hidden underneath.

A red lace bra and short denim shorts that didn’t leave anything to interpretation.

“Do you want me too?”

He looked down, his breath slowly increasing as the sight of your breasts came so close to him he could practically lose it. He couldn’t contain his smile, your scent of vanilla and cinnamon making his judgement feel clouded, as the closeness of the object of his desires was making him loose his mind.

“Yes,” he said, as if it has slipped out and didn’t have time to even use reason. His heart, and his dick, were thinking for him. “Uhm… what… Uh, what are you wearing? Uhm…”

“Do you like it?”

“I think we need to talk about this first.”

“Don’t you think we’ve done plenty of that already? Maybe what we need is to shut up… and use our mouths for something else.”

The way your lips crashed into his took him by surprise. You tasted like cherry lip balm and fresh coffee, your hair was quick get his hands lost in, he grabbed you by the waist, holding you closer, pushing you deeper, as if the one that had been hiding his desires was him and not you.

He didn’t feel strange, he felt right at home, as if your lips were the most familiar sentiment he had ever experienced, even if it was his first time tasting them. It didn’t feel new, it just felt right.

“Wait,” he said, the sweater that was covering you falling to the floor, and your hands quickly loosening that first button, revealing his neck to you. “Y/N” He mumbled your name as your lips touched the skin of his neck. His eyes practically rolled out of their sockets to the back, his face melting at the touch. “Y/N,” he begged for mercy, placing his hand on the back of your head.

He grabbed the beam of the railing for support, breaking it instantly as he grabbed it too hard, splinters of wood falling all over the place.

“God!” He yelled.

You grabbed him by the shirt, pushing him to the coach. Then, you sat on his laps, the exposed skin of your thighs touching the harsh denim of his jeans. You finally ripped off the last buttons of his shirt, revealing that tone abdomen that drove you crazy all those visits to the lake, where you could see that glorious farm boy all exposed to the sun, the muscles of his back tensing as he swam. You couldn’t help yourself and licked his chest.

“Y/N, I really don’t want to hurt you,” he said, keeping his hands locked onto the coach.

“I’m not fragile, farm boy,” you said, smiling teasingly, “maybe I can teach you a thing or two.” You unbuckled his belt quickly, tossing it aside. “What do you think about riding?”

He gulped. “Horses?”

You smiled. “Sure, Kent,” you said, helping him by driving his hands to your breasts. “Have you ever done this before? Want me to take control?”

But then, a cheeky smile appeared on his face. He grabbed your waist and tossed you to the couch, your whole back leaning on the seat. He placed himself on top of you, the fire in his eyes growing, and you could swear you saw them turn orange like flames.

“I got it,” he said, smiling.

Clark Kent was a man of many mysteries.

“Are you sure want this?”

“I think I’ve been hiding for so long how much I’ve wanted this. How much I’ve wanted you,” you said under your breath, smiling bigger than you’ve ever had before. “Are you going to kiss me or not, Kent?”

“I’m going to do more than that,” he mumbled, joining your lips once more. “I really can’t believe this is happening,” he said, his lips still on top of yours, trying to hold back his smile in order to kiss you, but struggling to do so. “You’re so hot. Fuck…”

“Did you just swear?” You said, chuckling, as his lips found your neck, and his hands found the button of those tiny denim shorts you had on. “God…”

His hand slid inside your panties so quickly you thought it was inhuman. The way his fingers touched your clit made you crumble to pieces, melt into his big muscled arms. They barely touched it, leaving you wanting more. He just move his hand to your butt, squeezing it, smiling.

“You’re so wet,” he said.

“Clark,” you said as his hand move back to your front, his fingers close enough to touch, but not enough to make you feel what you want to. “Please…” you begged.

“I thought you were going to teach me,” he groaned, bitting your earlobe.

“You already know what I want.”

“Teach me how to make you cum,” he asked you lowly to your ear, your legs opening practically to the sound of his voice. “Show me what you like.”

You grabbed his hand, closing in the distance he had with your center, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his warm, rough, touch. You moved his hand in circles, in the rhythm you liked, your eyes on his as he watched you about to cum.

He was so mesmerized by you, by the way your breath was shaking up as you felt so close to completion, the way your face showed how much you liked what he was doing to you, the way he was handling your body.

“Clark,” you called him as your eyes closed. “Oh God, I’m about to…”

He kissed you, letting you moan in his mouth as the orgasm made your body tremble, shake you up.

You were completely out of breath, sweating, while he looked as if nothing had happened, he was completely fine.

“You okay?” He asked you, helping you sit back down on the couch. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no… I was just thinking… Why didn’t I do this sooner?”

“Come to my place in your underwear?”

“No… Just… Stop overthinking. I’ve known about my feelings for a long time. I just had to push those cloudy thoughts away.”

Clark smile, kissing you softly. “It was worth the wait.”

[carlos-in-glasses]

Happy Wednesday! I wanted to do one more share from my recent Work is Published: My Sweet Boy, You Can't Stop Time. I loved working on this fic 🧡 Please join the Strand-Reyes family as they pay a visit to a friend:

“Well, hey there,” Sam beams when he finally clocks them, “There’s a sight for sore eyes.”

Jonah peers out from behind TK. He’s known Sam since he was three. It’s Uncle Sammy. He’s blasted Uncle Sammy directly in the face with a water pistol before, and they’ve played bear and salmon, where Sam was the bear throwing Jonah the salmon into the air. But it’s different to see him like this – propped up in a hospital bed, half-covered by a pale blue blanket and wearing one of those baggy white gowns with broken gray flowers on it. His skin is pale, his eyes dark and small and without sparkle. Sore, indeed.

But Sam is highly entertained already. “I hear you three had an adventure yesterday…”

“Yes. Yes we did,” TK confirms.

“Well, come on in and tell me all about it.”

“Go on,” TK says, giving Jonah a light nudge.

Behind his back, Jonah holds a rolled up drawing that he made for Sam this morning. The plan was that he’d waltz right in and present it to him. That’s what they’d agreed in the car.

But Jonah squeezes his drawing a little too tight in his fist and doesn’t move until TK does.

Carlos doesn’t move at all.

When TK realizes they’ve left Carlos hovering within the doorframe, he turns around. “Baby?”

Carlos looks at Sam, his mouth opening to speak, closing around silence.

“It’s okay, man,” Sam says softly.

Jonah glances between them. There’s something traveling on the air that isn’t a sound or a smell or even something you can see. But Jonah can feel the atmosphere going taut like an elastic. Luckily, he has a lot of experience with this sort of thing, and he knows what to do. Jonah tugs TK’s sleeve and hands him the drawing to look after. Then, he returns to Carlos who is figuratively stuck in the doorway, and can only be extracted with the gentlest touch. Jonah takes Carlos’ hand in his, looking up at him with a coy smile.

Carlos smiles back, gives his hand a little squeeze. Linked together, they both walk forward, all the way up to the foot of Sam’s bed.

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[bednbunfast]

Hey, Hey... Have you heard of the gentle sound of glass, clinking softly against the wind? A song, a lullaby so sweet that it leaves you—... Ah, well.

That era of Windchime is gone and dead (lying).

-—-—-—-—-—-—\\🎐

[ > Where do we even start... Where to start...? ]

[ > Why not the beginning? Hmm? Hmm? Sounds fuuun, right? Everything starts at the... start! ]

[ > AH?! You..! Why are you here?! ]

[ > Silly silly chime chime. I'm a part of you! Hehe, hehe... ]

[ > The smell of rotting fish... Hahahehe... I'll follow you everywhere <3! ]

-—-—-—-—-—-—\\🎐

> The Beginning was that. A beginning. A god was born, at least that's what he remembers. Then they were split, and then there were two. A song and its echo. A stranger's compliment and your lingering doubts. Childish wishes, and the knowledge that it won't ever come true.

> You went down first, and I merely followed. To be apart from is madness. I merely followed.

> A sound encompasses an entire room, but I could never remember the melody. It was you who sung it to me, simple as a windchime. Yet sleeping soundly was just as easy whenever I heard you.

> Or was it me? Who are we? Am I the song, and you the echo? The jingling bells by to the cold winter air? The ashes to the flames of a burnt down home?

[ > Stop making this more complicated than it has to be. ]

[ > Oh, but youuu searched for me. Found me in the strangest of ways. It's charming! So sweet. So lovely. To change yourself, pretend to be entirely new. Admit it! Hehe, you missed me! ]

[ > Windchime. Rain. Egg. Whoever you want to be... I'll merely follow. ]

-—-—-—-—-—-—\\🎐

WINDCHIME // CORPSEFISH

Name: Rain "Windchime" // Corpsefish

Age: 12th Life // Old, older...

Pronouns: They/Them // He/Him

This is mainly for Windchime, but Corpsefish has to follow. It's canon that he's incorporeal, and to those that may see him— Well, they simply go insane.

CF has been searching for the song of to lingering echo. Windchime, or Rain... was that half! Becoming human, like the fool they were. Making CF search... hmph!

The whole Windchime getup is a costume.

-—-—-—-—-—-—\\🎐

I got a little carried away whoops,,, i hope its okay!! I DONT RLLY HAVE A DESIGN YET BUT... Like Listen. I draw Windchime differently everytime anyway its okie. It's fine. They can just interact but not be an actual resident. Call them a renter because CF pays in blood baby lesgo /j I'm kidding.

I just wanted to interact... sob sob,,,

tagging:/// @boiling-potato !!

bonus: old windchime doodles <3 aaaand corpsefish.

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[odd-chips]

So I've been teasing this character in my tags/posts for a while, and she's finally hereeee. Anyways WHOOPS, another self indulgent Lethal Company character who is basically the Wario version of [Cap'n]!

Meet Echo and her crewmates: Orion (goggle'd circle-shaped one), Spade (short one with big arms), and Guy (shapely GNC one). Being the opposite of Cap'n's crew, they're all men EXCEPT for Echo!

At first, she started out as a grown woman having a one-sided, very pathetic beef with Cap'n, but she evolved into an angry teenager who projects all of her issues onto someone who literally doesn't know she exists (and subsequently does something horrible to herself to rectify this weird beef). Did it work? Well no, come on, look at her, now she's even worse GOKJDFMKDF

And when I say "one-sided", I mean it. Genuinely Cap'n doesn't know who she is, like, at all. I think the first time they meet will be the inevitable werewolf fight between the two of them when things get out of hand.

Anyways I love the kidnapper fox, but alas, she was too swag for this world, RIP to a real one that lasted a month and a half. u_u)!!

[chaozfantazy]

I need to shoutout the Chance player who shot his flintlock at me (Telamon) because I walked up behind him and scared him apparently

[somegrumpynerd]

Does anyone else hc that Nightmare can like, absorb his tentacles back into his body sometimes? Like the way Stitch does with his extra arms?

[the-bread-dictatorship]

first dance in the underworld

Fanart based (kinda) on @mostremote’s fic The Shivering Season! <3 thank you so much for creating such a wonderful piece of writing it changed me.

(Some doodles below the cut)

[aure-entuluva-2407]

@majorproblems77

BEHOLD. DAS BRUDERS

I cannot break the number one rule of Star Wars and post them separately. So here they are together, as it should be :D

Featuring: A totally-normal-looking Fives and Actual Ray Of Sunshine Cadet Echo, with whom I had to get creative while shading XD

Enjoy!!!

(part of this game)

hey! if you enjoy my work, please reblog it :)

[kakusu-shipping]

HELLO THERE

My name is Emile, I'm a Proship selfshipper who loves drawing other people's Self Inserts above anything else and for this week and this week only I am opening $10 RUSH ORDER SKETCH COMMISSIONS!

Do you want a drawing of you and your F/O for cheap and don't mind it being a little rough? Consider DMing me and you could get something like This!

For the low low price of $10 a sketch!!!

And as a bonus!! If you end up liking your sketch and would like it lined, colored, or even fully rendered, you can DM me next week and I will happily slash the price of a full piece just for you!!!

From right this very second through Thursday night my DMs will be open to anyone interested! I only have Paypal to accept payment so please be aware of that!

Thankyou for your time!

[numberonetribble]

Hello! Update from me!

In order to not get burnt out on drawing, I like to work on whatever I feel like each day. However, I REALLY want to work on part 2 of the Earthspark comic, BUT it has alot of moving parts and I want to do it right the first time.

So while yes I'm working on it lowkey in the background, there shall be more fun things/non-Piston things in the meantime. Example: I got something going live tomorrow stay tuned!

I'm going to LA TFCon in March and my outfit isn't done yet so I have to work on that as well! It was going to be more elaborate, but, Piston. (If you see me say hello! I'll post what my bag looks like and also I'll have Piston with me)

Also I would like to be emotionally vulnerable for a moment, I never thought people would like Piston so much and it makes me tear up a little bit. No really! Thank you so much, I genuinely mean it! The first time I drew Piston I didn't like it at all and was going to quit but then I drew this on their reference sheet and it changed everything:

I hadn't drawn in years and always wanted to and this little bug got rid of my artist block. So I pursue! Yet, sometimes, I get nervous bc I have some serious not fun story related things planned with them and I don't want tomatoes thrown at my head. Plain to say, no matter what continuation, The Last Mile Marker, Earthspark or TF One, my goofy lamb gets hit with a hammer and has to recover from it, somehow. Piston is my pride and joy and I love them with all my heart, they too shall pursue to stay goofy!

To see such a kind and welcoming embrace from the Transformers community makes me so happy! I love each and every one of you thank you for being so nice!

Here is a teaser of the first page of part 2. I stretched out the canvas to fit one of the sketches. Yes I misspelled peace! Right now I'm working with a friend to figure out the perspective on the last page, safe to say, images that go hard I'm cooking i love colors etc etc. I don't know when it will be done, but it will be!

[wundrousarts]

Going to do a Nevermoor series reread in June + July + August ? if anyone else also wants to do a reread around that time, could be fun to have more of the fandom prepping for Silverborn

Did initially make a roadmap plan to split the books up into weeks on top of already being months, so that people could focus on specific parts and discuss each week….. but between the fact that I messed it up the first time, Silverborn kept getting delayed as I planned it, and I’m actually really bad at keeping to stuff like that (looking at you, Silverborn Countdown Challenge…) I’m deciding to just go for it at whatever pace happens.

[arttsuka]

Ok, here's something I've been meaning to address. In the last 20 days, some people have shown me that they can't respect my decision of not wanting to do art requests at the moment.

When and if I ever decide to start taking requests again, I'd like to set some 'rules'.

This is fine

This is ok (a bit vague, who are these kids?) but you get it

This is not ok

You are sending an art request at a real human, not writing a prompt on chat gpt. It's gonna take me at least 10-30 minutes (if not longer) to draw whatever the ask says, the least you can do is spend 15 seconds and write it as a normal question/sentence.

Same for 'draw xyz'. Idk indulge me, write it differently.

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[sixhumansouls]

Ralsei rambles

Sorry I'm a little obsessed but let me get into a collection of just. Random unorganized thoughts here for fun

So one of the first things we learn about Ralsei is that he's been waiting his whole life to meet Kris and Susie. I'm not going to completely deny the possibility that he's lying about any given thing here (we don't know for sure yet) but for the sake of this post I'll assume he's being honest because I don't think he's an evil liar and that's not how I'm looking at his character right now. So right off the bat- he's been waiting his whole life, in that castle, presumably not talking to people (the great door was closed, he seems very inexperienced in social situations, he's never hugged anyone before, he's never had friends before). So he's a very isolated, touch-starved person relying on a prophecy as his one hope in life.

The legend describes himself being some sort of hero, along with two companions. Before even meeting Kris and Susie, he wants to be friends with them, because he knows they will be heroes and he knows he will meet them and those are some of the only things he knows at all.

His mindset is also very "lightners are like gods, darkners are just objects", which isn't something exclusive to him and I am very curious how the narrative will explore that, I can't imagine it'll stay that way throughout the game (at least not in an all recruits route). Either way, this means he puts the other heroes above himself. You see a lot in chapter one this sort of worship for Kris ("if you ARE jealous, I could find a leaf and fan you!" "I could hem floral patterns into your ascot!"). It's especially with Lightners, but generally I think he is very desperate for validation which is pretty obvious because He's Never Had It Before and he wants to know he's doing things Right.

Also talking about this I am getting vague thoughts of his low self worth sort of being reflected in his stats, his defence and health are very bad and he's most useful to use as a tool to heal the other party members. Kind of interesting.

We don't know what object he is in the light world, but we do know that as a darkner he is a literal object (or I guess some darkners in cyber world are programs so maybe it doesn't have to be something physical? idk but he's probably an object and if not he's still not what we'd traditionally view as a person when not in the dark world) and I think that very much relates to how he views himself. When he says he doesn't know what "being Ralsei-like" means, I think it's in part because he's not used to viewing himself as a person. He is some sort of object, he is a hero in a prophecy already laid out before him, and he is the prince that lives alone in an empty castle. He doesn't have much perception of himself outside of these sort of roles he's been filling out.

I talked about this in my "puppet scarf" fic, but I think Ralsei is a puppet as well. Not as literally as Kris, of course. I think his metaphorical strings are the prophecy, and he's so set in his role that he can't even consider breaking away from it. And, until he does, I think he'll have a hard time finding himself, because he needs to have an identity outside of what's expected of him and right now he doesn't really. I think Susie will almost inevitably help with that, because she's sort of the opposite. She's nothing like what he expected and she's constantly breaking rules and expectations. I think that if anyone could teach Ralsei to be more independent and to break away from his current mindset and perceptions, it would be her.

And she's already started. She's taught him sarcasm, she taught him that a friend isn't necessarily a kind person and that she's great the way she is, she demonstrated that (while breaking away from the team and attacking enemies wasn't necessarily ideal) she was able to find belonging and friendship in that through Lancer. Lancer himself, as far as we've seen, is barely in the prophecy, so him becoming so important was probably unexpected to Ralsei- things are already somewhat diverging from the story laid out before him.

(Super irrelevant side note- Susie says in chapter 2 that she taught Ralsei sarcasm, presumably while the team was split up at the crossroads, but Ralsei actually uses sarcasm in chapter 1 independently from her. When in prison, he says "well this is a fine 'how do you do', isn't it Kris?" and I HIGHLY doubt that that was genuine so.)

Susie and Ralsei's friendship will definitely be an important one. It's harder to speak on him and Kris because we just don't know how Kris feels about him exactly. He clearly resembles a Dreemurr (to the player he most closely resembles Asriel, but we don't yet know how Asriel currently looks in this game and I don't believe any character has directly compared the two out loud yet? Their names are anagrams, but I think all there's been so far is Susie saying he looks like Toriel and Noelle saying "he looks kinda like" before being cut off. Anyway) , and I imagine that probably makes their relationship awkward considering Kris is currently really missing their brother. We don't know how much Kris might know about dark worlds independently of the player, they did have that save point prior to the game, but I doubt they know much more about Ralsei than we do other than maybe something from those brief moments they have alone with him while we're off with Susie.

Other than the resemblance to their brother, we kind of just have the tea to go off of, which gives me the impression that they feel neutral about him. Still heals them, but not as much as other teas. Ralsei and Noelle's teas heal each other just a bit less than Ralsei does for Kris, and I imagine Ralsei and Noelle are about as neutral feeling towards each other as you can get since they Don't Know Each Other, so it being a bit more is probably a good sign? Obviously both Susie tea and Kris tea heal Ralsei a lot those are his best and only friends and he loves them so so so much

I'm not much of a theorizer so overall my thoughts are: Kris feels pretty neutral towards Ralsei. They probably think it's weird that he looks like their brother and there may be context we don't have with their conversations away from the player. Considering that I don't think he has bad intentions, I doubt Kris thinks that either because where would they get that idea if there's nothing to imply it, so I don't think they actively dislike or distrust him. In Puppet Scarf I had them be upset at him for not helping with their soul but they don't hate him there they're just kind of annoyed that he won't even try to help them because he thinks it's all destiny ANYWAY THIS ISN'T ABOUT MY FIC

I do very much like his friendship with Lancer. I've explored it a bit in my fic "uncertainty" and it's certainly a dynamic I think about a lot, I might write another fic about them at some point. As I mentioned earlier Lancer wasn't really in the prophecy beyond "that one teardrop headed kid who's just there to represent darkners" and prior to the game Ralsei's perception of him is probably mostly just "this guy is the king's son and works for the king and therefore is working against us". So Ralsei had like no intention of being his friend because if anything they'd probably be enemies. And yet….

Ralsei I don't think has it in him to be mean just in general- he's not even mean to the King even though he really should be. And Lancer isn't very good at being mean either, considering the way he "insults" Ralsei tends to just be weirdly phrased compliments? ("Kindboy" "Delicious little apple" "sweet little peas we love to see" "earn a second doctorate smart genius"). They both can't help but be nice to each other and through Susie being their mutual friend it's sort of inevitable that they become somewhat unlikely friends. They come from completely different mindsets, Ralsei obviously being super dedicated to the prophecy while Lancer was completely dedicated to his dad and the fountain before meeting Susie (and still probably doesn't care about the prophecy itself, moreso about his friends in particular) but they're both like. Yeah of course they'd be friends anyway.

Also they're both princes which always seemed significant to me. Like we're drawing attention to a parallel. Although I guess now Lancer's a king but shhh. Also neither of them know how to run a kingdom who left these kids in charge

Anyway um. I like Ralsei a normal amount clearly. Very excited to see where his arc is going I hope he finds the journey of self discovery fulfilling and I hope he finds freedom from the roles he's been assigned

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