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johnwickb1tsch · 9 months ago

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 12 all chapters

- Lunch is a lovely affair in a quaint little trattoria that has been making world class dishes since the turn of the previous century. It seems like every inch of this city is steeped in history. The prices on the menu would blow your whole daily budget on one meal. But the scampi alla Veneziana is out of this world, and you force yourself to eat slowly, and not just inhale the perfectly prepared shrimp and noodles with a delicate lemon olive oil dressing.

John's friend, Julius, is a kind and utterly elegant older man who accepts your presence at the table with kingly grace. They speak in a mixture of Italian and English, the latter you think is for your benefit. John very generously includes you in the conversation, telling Signor Castellari that you are an artist, talking you up to what you feel is an exaggerated degree. Julius asks to see your work, and you let him flip through your new sketch book. Your drawings are a mixture of studies and whimsical travelogue, and it feels like you’re baring a piece of your soul, but he’s so gracious you feel you can’t say no.

There is more than one sketch of Mr. Wick in those pages you did from memory with an aching heart, but the old man is kind enough not to call you out on it, or even draw John’s attention to it. You think if he did, you would simply crawl under the table and die of embarrassment.

He exclaims over an ink and watercolor pencil plein air you did in Rome of a sunset over St. Peters with the Sant’Angelo bridge in the foreground, saying it reminds him of a special day when he was a much younger man. You offer to let him keep it, and he seems truly delighted.

You watch with some surprise as John produces what looks like a razor-sharp knife from seemingly nowhere to carefully cut the page from your book. Julius accepts it like a precious treasure, and you are flattered to your toes.

Then John and Julius chat about older books, and Julius produces a very old looking volume, handing it over for the younger man’s perusal. As he runs his hands over the leather cover John’s eyes shine with an almost childish delight—its utterly adorable.

While they are gushing over the antique tome two intimidating men in dark suits approach the table, fixing John with a hard look. One of them has a gnarly scar bisecting his brow. They say something that sounds none too friendly. You catch the name d’Antonio—but John waves them off with a glare, insisting, “Sono ritrirato.”

You’re pretty sure that means I’m retired.

Julius watches the exchange with a sadness in his eyes you don’t understand.

Finally after some grumbling the tough men go away. John watches them with eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and something in the back of your brain titters a little warning. But you’re having too lovely of a time with Signor Castellari, so you ignore it.

When you part ways Julius kisses your cheeks and takes your hands in his. ��Be good to him, bella,” he says with a glance to John. “No one I know deserves happiness more than him.”

You don't want to contradict him about your actual relationship with John, so you just nod.

Later you ask, “Did you tell him we're...”

“No, but even if I told him we weren't, he wouldn't have believed me. Sorry. I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable...”

“It's fine,” you say, not offended in the least.

It’s more than fine.

It's incredibly flattering, really, that he thought the two of you could be a match. You're fairly sure you look like an unsophisticated street urchin next to Mr. John Wick.

“Where would you like to go now?” John asks with a little smile, as though he knows you've been hopelessly turned around for the past two days. You’ve managed to find the big landmarks, like the Piazza San Marco and the Doge’s Palace. It’s the smaller sights that have escaped you.

“Let’s go for a walk,” you suggest, wanting to see the city, and knowing you will finally get to do it unmolested with the forbidding figure of John towering at your side.

You are standing on a bridge, watching gondolas go by, when he asks you, “If I told you I have a reservation at Casa Nova, would you have dinner with me?”

You press your lips nervously. Lunch is one thing, you know, and dinner something else entirely. Two people alone together in an intimate setting, sharing a meal over candlelight with good wine...the thought sends a thrill to the tips of your fingers that’s so intense it’s almost painful.

“I don't have anything to wear to a place like that,” you admit. You read about it in a Condé Nast magazine on the plane, and you’re pretty sure it has at least one Michelin star. “I'm backpacking. My dresses are literally all rolled up in a bundle.”

He chuckles at that, a low sound that tugs at your abdomen. He leans a little closer on the railing, and not for the first time this day you just wish he would kiss you.

“What if...I took you shopping?”

You raise an eyebrow to that. “Are you trying to be my sugar daddy, Mr. Wick?” You mean it as a joke, but suddenly there is something electric in the air between you. John's initial embarrassment sharpens to something almost…predatory.

It catches your breath in your throat.

“Do you want a sugar daddy, y/n?”

You laugh it off nervously, your heart skittering about in your chest.

“Very funny.”

You have a feeling he wasn’t joking at all.

However, like a gentleman he lets you have the out, but doesn't drop the shopping offer.

“Let's go to the Calle Larga,” he says, and out of pure curiosity you agree.

John's idea of shopping is taking you to Gucci.

The impeccable store is filled with beautifully crafted but honestly kind of boring goods, arbitrarily priced at a thousand dollars or more a piece. John fits in perfectly with the smartly dressed clientele, but you? You feel so incredibly out of place amidst the filthy rich people in the shop, and when you look at the price tag on the only dress you vaguely like you think you might break out in hives.

“John...”

You don't recognize it just yet, but you call him John when you're agitated, and Mr. Wick when you're feeling playful.

He senses the desperation in that one word, and he takes you by the hand, leading you outside.

“I'm sorry...” you say, because you feel stupid, and not posh enough by half to pull off any of the clothes in that high-end boutique. You are a bonafide gremlin, compared to the unearthly creatures in there. You do not belong, and maybe you’re a coward, but a part of you wishes John would just let you go back to your own plans for the evening. A long solo walk, a cheap slice of pizza, inevitably get lost in the maze of streets and canals, draw a little or read some of your book, before returning to your hard, lumpy hostel bed alone, where you can’t make a fool of yourself.

“Don't be,” he says with an amused little smile that makes your tide of panic recede a little. “I like it that you know this stuff is bullshit,” he soothes you.

“I just...it’s so out of my wheel house.” You could have paid nearly four months rent for what that dress had cost.

He nods. “It takes some getting used to,” he admits. “I certainly wasn't born into this.”

You wonder if he’ll ever tell you about his earlier life, but sense this isn’t the time or place to press him.

“I just don't want you to spend your hard-earned money on stupid things for me.”

“I’m not saying I didn’t work hard for my money…” he offers with a wan little smile. “But it would make me happy to spend it on you. If it would make you happy.”

You look at him for a long time. He meets your gaze, not flinching. There’s something different about him here. He’s more…open with you, perhaps? It takes some getting used to. He’d never outright admitted his interest in you before, always circling around it, and you wonder what’s changed.

Maybe not even John Wick is immune to the romantic atmosphere of il bel paese.

“Why are you being so good to me?”

“I like you, y/n. If you haven't noticed.” The corner of his mouth quirks at that.

It makes you sigh.

“I like you too, Mr. Wick.”

He makes a small sound in the back of his throat.

“You can call me John.”

“But do you want me to call you John?” you tease.

He moves a fraction closer, looming over you, and for a heart stopping moment you think maybe now he might finally kiss you?

“Depends,” he admits, his voice gone a little rough, but he doesn't elaborate further.

You feel as though you have a live electric wire sparking under your skin.

He steps back a little, and again you feel the loss of him like an ache over your heart. You continue to stroll down the street. You are not entirely sure how your hand ends up in his, only that it is there, and you are content.

None of the high fashion shops really interest you, until you pass by the window of Dolce and Gabbana, and your feet involuntarily slow as you take in the maximalist riot of glitz and color on the mannequin. You've always admired their wildly bedazzled designs, flaming hearts and candy colored jewels with copious gold embroidered trim. Maybe you’re just a crow-brained peasant who’s impressed by shiny things, but they look so fun.

John smiles a little, as though he’s finally answered some question to himself about you. “Aha,” he says teasingly, and you sigh, restraining yourself from pressing your nose to the window like a child outside a candy store.

“Can we just…look?”

You are trying to be reasonable.

“We can.”

As it turns out, you want one of everything in the store.

It's all so over the top, the designs are so artistic and ridiculous and unabashedly joyful, from bejeweled purses to crown-adorned headphones, loud floral dresses and majolica printed silk scarves, and you fight not to betray which pieces catch your eye because you're afraid John might buy them all.

He is drinking in your enjoyment, looking utterly pleased.

Even just the store itself is utterly breathtaking inside, crystal chandeliers, inlaid marble floors and stone pillars. Gilded crown moulding and inlaid wood trim. You could just sit and look at this place like it’s a museum, you reckon.

John is not looking at the building though. He watches you browse with eyes that miss nothing, and it makes you squirm a little. You feel so seen. You’re not sure you like it, like you’ve been caught in the act of enjoying something that you know is absurd.

You feel absolutely silly.

“Try something on,” he urges you. To be practical, you decide to try on a black lace dress. Just in case you might like it. And a pair of black platform wedges printed with crimson red roses…because you can actually walk in them, so it makes sense, you know...

When you exit the dressing room John's gaze darkens, his pupils blown wide with desire, and once again you sense that predatory edge in him. If you had any sense you might have been scared, or at least cautious—but all it does is give you the most exquisite chills, an aching sense of anticipation, and an excess of moisture pooled between your thighs.

“That one,” he confirms, and for the way he looks at you, like you are a bunny in the woods he'd like to eat up whole, the outrageous price of the ensemble seems like a bargain.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 6 months ago

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Omg they're ~~(wanted in at least 5 countries)~~ so silly I need the cheese ask with the other skellies pls

The main boys are here!

Horrorswap Sans - He scolds you for playing with food and starts eating the cheese anyway because he doesn't want to ruin it. But still, stop it!

Horrorswap Papyrus - He dramatically falls on the floor like a dying sea star, the cheese on his face. You killed him, congratulations.

Horrorfell Sans - He throws the cheese against the wall, hisses angrily, and then goes on all four to growl at the enemy. That's only when he realizes it's just cheese that he turns to you and starts to yell at you, asking if you think it's funny. Well. Yes, it is actually.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Are you proud of yourself? Throwing cheese at people who can't even walk to defend themselves. Shame on you. Shame on your cow. And shame on your face because as soon as you lower your guard, Chief slams the cheese back at you.

Outertale Sans - He dodges, mocking your terrible aim, knocks himself out against the ceiling, falls on the floor, and the cheese falls back on his face. Loser.

Outertale Papyrus - What are you? Five? He scolds you for showing a bad example to the children he's babysitting. Now go in timeout to think about what you just did. You regret nothing though.

Dancetale Sans - He ducks, does a back somersault, and shoots the cheese in the air like a pro footballer. The cheese somehow ends back in your face instead of his. Not fair.

Dancetale Papyrus - He screams, slaps the cheese on the floor, slips on the cheese, and falls on his back in an even louder scream. He then gives you an angry stare. You decide to retreat.

Dancefell Sans - He stays still :( He probably deserved this. He's a loser after all. He sits sadly on the floor with his cheese on his face and he stays there. What a drama queen, you swear.

Dancefell Papyrus - You thought it would be fun to do it while he's streaming. You didn't expect the Internet to turn this into a meme though. Poor Tango has his cheese face on every screen of the world for two whole months. He's mad at you lol.

Farmtale Sans - Uh oh. If there's something you don't want to insult, it's Sam's cows. And you just threw his baby's cheese at his face! How dare you! He starts a 10-minute speech about how hard it is to make cheese and how you're ruining his work with your pranks. You can stop chuckling honestly.

Farmtale Papyrus - He gives you a confused look, mildly panicked. Did he do something wrong? Are you angry at him? Why? He doesn't understand what's going on and he's not sure if he should laugh with you or hide or something.

Mafiatale Sans - He gives you an unamused stare, the cheese in his hand. You think you're really funny, uh? You're not going to laugh so much when he will mess with the water temperature while you're taking your shower tonight. But he will though.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Creeper keeps his natural poker face, not really caring about the cheese. He quickly discards it and returns to whatever he is doing. You're pretty sure you saw the shadow of a smile on his face but it's hard to tell, really. He's too good at being expressionless.

Mafiafell Sans - He tries to warn you, but you do it anyway. Suddenly, the leashes of the twenty dogs you were holding pulls forward, making you literally fly. The dogs all jump on Fang so they can have the cheese on his face. As for you, you're biting the dust... Quite literally.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Torpedo does the dramatic turnaround and asks silently who threw cheese behind his head. Because you have a survival instinct, you immediately points at Fang, who is sleeping peacefully at his desk. You feel bad when Torpedo starts to yell at his brother, flipping the desk over with everything on it. You decide it's maybe best to retreat because Fang is staring through your soul and you have a feeling you will pay for that.

Ink - He accidentally put his brush in the way, which opened a portal on an Undertale cheese AU where all characters are cheese. Ink is very excited and insists you two should go to try to eat Sans. You're not sure about this.

Error - He moved at the same time and now the cheese is in his eye socket. Error is rolling on the floor, screaming and glitching in agony, trying to get this thing out of there. Let's just say you better run fast and far away from him.

Disbelief Papyrus - He ducks instinctively. The cheese ends in Asgore's beard, who was just standing behind. You have a fun afternoon planned now, trying to save Asgore's beard without shaving it because the cheese is stuck in there. Delta is lecturing you while you're working.

Killer Sans - He hates cheese. He has the biggest gagging ever, throws the cheese away and runs to clean his face. He can't stand the smell, he swears he's going to grow himself a stomach to puke. You just found a mass destruction weapon randomly. Cool.

Dustale Sans - His brain completely stops working and he starts to stare at the emptiness. There's nothing in these eyes anymore. He stays there, frozen, and refuses to move before you get rid of the cheese.

#horrorswap #horrorfell #outertale #mafiatale #mafiafell #farmtale #ink sans #error sans #killer sans #disbelief papyrus #dustale sans #dancetale #dancefell #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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creators-lounge · 1 year ago

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✏️ Creators' Content ✏️

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ALIVE by @tatatale

> First Chapter

A L I V E is not an AU as such, but a buch of characters from different AUs and timelines who decided that they'll form an AU. So it's technically an AU, but no. Enjoy.

Bovid-20 by @hansama

> First Chapter

Bovid-20 is a (very short) suspense mystery comic that tells the story of a home invasion in the middle of a lock-down. You are the main character of the story.

Bitty Problems by @theskeletongames

> First Chapter

A comic featuring bitties with Sanses, primarily focusing on Underfell Sans and his bitty

Delivery! by @anovainspace

> Comics

Three out!codes from collapsing alternative universes came together to one void, all just wanting to obtain access to the multiverse for their end goal; therefore, they created an alibi to not create suspicion for wandering around different places. Setting up a pen paling system for others to contact each other through mail and delivering said mail.

Don't Forget by @zirkkun

> First Chapter

“Don’t forget us. We’re with you in the dark.” After years of abandonment, the Undertale multiverse has been mysteriously shrouded in darkness. there only remains one survivor by the name of Ink… but despite a faint hope from everyone who died that everything can return to normal, he’s forgotten all the pieces to restore the multiverse back to what it once was.

Flicker of a Neon Soul by @harmonytre

> First Chapter

Since the beginning of time, monsters have had colored souls. Only the royal family's soul could change color. That is, until two young skeletons find their colors.

How to greet a new pal by @theskeletongames

> First Chapter

A crossover comic with Sans falling into Underfell.

Idoltale by @nekojaf

> First Chapter

Idol and her friends go on a big multiverse adventure after a new and strange Force threatens their universes.

Impostortale by @s3-izures

> Masterpost

Armed with an obsession for masks and semi-immortality, a shapeshifter roams the multiverse in search of roles to fill, missions to complete, and shenanigans to commit.

Non-Lethal AU by @s3-izures

> Masterlist

A certain Destroyer has been found... except this one doesn't seem to be destroying anything so far. In fact, he seems like a bit of a wimp, doesn't he?

Paper Crane by @little-noko

> First Chapter

Where timelines and lives ends, in the void are countless shattered souls struggling to remain alive and come back to the living world they came from. A being without a name gather them to form a single entity, with nowhere to go, they found themselves traveling endlessly to make sense of who they are and why they are here.

Prismtale by @harmonytre

> First Chapter

Havana, Sans, Scarf Mouse, Bob, Monster Kid, Fuku Fire, and Ficus Licker are thrust into an adventure they'll never forget. Will they find a way home? How will they deal with their new powers? Who on earth is PC?

Save!tale by @mumder

> First Chapter

Sans is stuck in a ruthless loop of genocide runs. Except after the 678th reset, he for some reason awakens with all his memories, including one that haunts him - the image of a star. This fixation slowly drives him insane, as he becomes obsessed with becoming the epitome of determination.

Spitetale by @nosebleed-inglishera

> First Chapter

After several genocidal routes, everyone in the Underground started to remember, causing monstersto fearing for the next time they get killed again. Will Frisk take the choice to finally save everyone and fix their mistakes?

Timetale by @allesiathehedge

> Prologue

Seven hundred years after they were sealed underground, monsterkind still hopes that they would one day return to the surface. Not only does Sans have to worry about finding a solution to destroy the barrier on behalf of the King, but he also has to face a ghost of a past that he sorely wanted to keep buried. Will Sans be able to make peace with himself, his duties, and his failed love? Only time will tell...

Underlust Reimagine by @zirkkun

> First Chapter

An Underlust AU that takes a spin on the original concept to present a thematically similar story, but with some slightly different aspects that have led some of the characters to take different roles.

Under/Source by @slylock-syl

> First Chapter

After a virus wielding hacker threatens to cause chaos throughout other universes, Necros takes it upon himself to track them down and protect anyone he can along the way.

Underwizard by @susartwork

> Prologue

Humans began hunting monsters to gain great magical powers from their souls. After a huge massacre, seven human wizards decide to seal the monsters underground with a magic spell. Hundreds of years later a human child appears, determined to free all the monsters and save them from a new threat.

Unitale by @toky502

> First Chapter

Unitale (An alternate tale) is a comic of an alternative and altered version of many other stories from other undertale au's together, is just an alternate tale more.

Various comics by @wr-n

> Masterpost

> Eldritch AU

> Dust comics

Dust Comic is a comic following the Bad Sanses as they look for a way to cure Dust of his lethal dose of Determination and LV.

Members Projects and WIPs

Blocking Sans by @samess-moon (Twitter)

Damaged tale by @6nimus9

Damaged tale is an Alternate Timeline of Undertale that takes place in a frozen post-genocide timeline where only o̸n̵e̷ ̵c̸h̷a̷r̷a̶c̵t̷e̸r̸ remains, basing its concept in how consequences can strike back.

Encantale by @codeyspace

The Human vs Monster war ended a millenium ago. Monsters trapped in the underground with hope and magic. What should've led to their extinction was instead replaced by something... enchanting.

Escort Mission by Yoki-Doki (DeviantArt)

Way before the events of Undertale, even before the war between humans and monsters, a little girl lost her way in the monster kingdom. This is the quest to help her return home.

Flowerfield AU / Ask Sunflower by @asksunflower / @tatatale

This is an ask blog about a silly guy who acts like a cat and a goat king, but is actually a skeleton. He likes flowers and tea, and sometimes things happen.

Herb by @omero-megane (Twitter)

LAU by @nixensibrat

Lonertale by @blvdcharms

Lonertale is an AU revolving around a medieval, single-most pacifist timeline where war between humans and monster is post-poned up until the main cast of characters are young adults. Follow Asriel and his friends as they go on to protect monsterkind.

Storyteller by @cursedmuii (Twitter)

“I exist based on the will of stories. I have no place to return, no name, or age, but I am called Storyteller... Come here with me, I can take you everywhere with the stories I tell… only you listen to them.”

Strays AU by @stoukadraws

“Give me your hopes and dreams, and I shall grant you true salvation.” An unknown human falls into Mt. Ebott, and begins their journey through the Underground...But something is off. Will they discover what’s truly going on behind the scenes?

Undereats by @sui-imi (Twitter)

A food delivery service that works with restaurants across the multiverse. It's run by a Gaster called Exec. They work together with - and are located in - Commercetale, an AU where trades and sales empower monster magic.

Underforgotten by @nezu-tan

Undergut by @theartist-june (Tw. Gore)

Undergut is an AU where hunger makes for desperate times. It’s not that there is no food… it’s that food could barely sustain, could barely satisfy. Magic is not enough. We need more… more…! Will you be able to survive the hunger?

UnderREM by @socksandbuttons (And @/ohlookanothercartoontofallinto)

Dreamtale with dreams and the cast of Undertale.

Underrewind by @wishingstarinajar

A comic and fanfiction/short stories are currently in the works to tell the story about Rewind, the main protagonist of this AU.

Undervalue by @6nimus9

Monsters, instead of getting trapped down by a magic barrier, are trapped directly by humans, who after winning the war started by greed have decided to take advantage of the monsters’ ability to create precious stones and gems of different values.

Wickedtale by @alch3mic (AO3) (Read Tw's.)

WICKEDTALE is a reader insert fairytale inspired Undertale AU set in the twisted Ebott City. As one of its many unfortunate inhabitants, do you have what it takes to survive in such a wretched town surrounded by secrets and misery? Well, luckily for you there seems to be a certain skeleton in your life who will go to any lengths to assure your happy ending together.

Great artist you should check anyway!!

@bloowe-blu - @lazzlady - @minaruzi- @normalayasstuff - @sanssupremacy - @shenzcorner

Other fandoms content!

@galaxii-star (Multifandom) - RazzyPossum (FNAF) - @jadenskyfare

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gillanfryingpan · 2 years ago

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It was not long before they ended up in a section with several games and puzzles.

Im_Sorry_Buddy, “For The Forgotten Ones”, Archive of Our Own, Chapter 17

more fanart YAYYYYYY I finished this right as the latest chapter updated help lmfao

Ink and Aster deserve the world Aster is SO GOOD

Ink’s Guard outfit is kinda boring but I just took it from the description, I can add more details next time lmao

I zoomed this I’m so busy but I have so many scenes I wanna draw

Ink!Sans and Aster by comyet

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abhainnwhump · 7 months ago

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IMYM Chapter 25:

The Final Star Sans Standing: Dream

(Content warnings: Major character death, torture, body horror, whipping, amalgamation, Dream starting to lose it)

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When Blue’s body was found, Dream felt his soul stop.

Cross carried him in his jacket so he didn’t touch the stone. Blue’s well-built arms and legs turned into stone. His face was scrunched as if his last moments were in pain. No, not last. It couldn’t have been the last, he was still breathing. He had been waiting on the couch the entire time. He should have listened to his heart and went to help the second he felt the negativity.

“Oh my stars . . .” Dream stared at him. He set his hands on Blue’s cheekbones, then on his neck, searching for a pulse. There was one but at a slow, weak beat. Dream rubbed his hands together to summon golden magic. He pushed his hand against his chest, pulling out his soul with his other. He touched the gray edges with his glowing fingertips to heal them.

Dream’s hands shook as they attempted to focus. Memories flashed through his mind. He was eleven years old again. His beloved twin brother ate the black apple and was losing control. People ran and screamed. The sky turned dark and cloudy, threatening rain. Most of his village friends were stabbed and/or killed, their corpses dusted or bled. Dream didn’t know what to do. Nightmare pinned Dream down with his foot and cursed him, both with words and magic.

Nightmare! Brother, stop! That’s not safe! I know this isn’t you!

Isn’t me? Of course it is me.

“Dream! Calm down! You’re burning Blue!” Cross grabbed the sides of his face, snapping him into reality. Dream took a deep breath and looked down at his friend. His emotions caused his magic to flare more than needed. The stone around Blue’s soul darkened with a gold tint. Dream flustered from shame. The gold faded from his palms.

At some point during his panic, Core teleported to them. They had a grim look plastered on their face, making Dream wonder if they knew this would happen. They looked down at Blue. His fingers trembled. Stars, he almost made it worse . . .

“Cross, what happened in there? What did Nightmare do? Is Ink gone?” Dream looked at his boyfriend and moved away from Blue, afraid of causing more damage. Core came over to their side and held Dream’s hand. The guardian couldn’t tell if it was to keep his emotions in control, to comfort him, or both. Dream took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. He couldn’t enter another breakdown, though he already did. He had to stay strong. Strong for Blue, strong for Cross, strong for Core.

Cross sighed. “I went to Ink’s room, but the door was locked. One of the nurses told me that Blue was already in there. I didn’t see what happened, but I heard Nightmare’s voice. He faked Blue's voice and when I came in, he kidnapped Ink and turned Blue halfway into stone. Then he left. I tried to heal him, but my healing magic didn't work.

Dream sighed in bitter acceptance and stood up. “I’m going to do as much research as I can. Blue deserves it. Is there anywhere I should start searching? Has this ever happened before?"

Core shook their head. “From my knowledge. I mean, thousands of humans and monsters have been turned into stone. But Nightmare’s curse has only happened one time.” They pointed at Dream. "But try your best."

"I will." Dream looked down at their friend. He wanted to say he would fix this and everything would be fine. But he said that over and over, yet the world kept worsening, and he wasn't sure anymore.

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Core requested the nurses and guards to sign an NDA, keeping information about Ink and Blue quiet. They still worried about causing public fear with two Star Sanses gone. Most didn't even know about the Code Purples.

Dream’s eyebags were near impossible not to notice now. He spent all his time in two places: Blue’s hospital room and the Omega library. scared that if he left, Nightmare would take him too. Two weeks have passed since he petrified Blue. The curse didn't break on it's own, but it also didn't progress.

“No . . . no . . . mm, close . . .” Dream sighed as he placed another book on the shelf. He swore he read every spell book the Omega library had to offer. The building was massive, six stories of information and fiction across the multiverse. The floor was a patterned blue and dark purple carpet. Silver made up the circular barriers and shelves. Dream sat in an armchair, flipping through another book he found.

They searched through the history of magic, going back centuries. Yet they couldn’t find anything about Nightmare’s specific curse. Dreamtale had very little information, at least compared to the other AUs. Most of the books and information burned when Nightmare massacred everyone there.

They could try using the spells to reverse petrifaction . . . but what if it did help? Dream grabbed the spell book with the stone spell.

It was worth a try.

Dream checked the book out and returned to the hospital from the library. He yawned and opened the door up, rubbing his eyes. Perhaps he could use one more spell, and then he could let his magic rest. He could sleep in Blue’s room- no. Nightmare could take both of them. Must stay awake . . .

Dream opened Blue’s door and stumbled inside. He smiled at him. In his coma, Blue looked deep in thought. Dream stood beside his bed and opened the book up. His fingers rapped across the page he bookmarked, hoping this would be a miracle. He stroked Blue’s head. “It’s going to be okay, Blue. I know you can’t hear me, but I’m here. I’m sorry I didn’t pay enough attention to you. But don’t worry, I have the cure this time.”

Dream cleared his throat. His eyelids drooped. He muttered the incantation. Gold magic glowed and turned white. Dream mumbled parts of the spell, but woke back up in jumps. Once the magic raged and swirled, they set their hand on Blue’s soul. They rubbed it like their hands were covered in lotion so the magic would stay.

Dream waited. The gray cracks on the end of Blue’s arms began to lighten and his body twinged with hope. Could it be?

The stone cracked, but then it began to melt. It was a slow drip, but it was hard not to notice. Dream panicked and opened the book up. The anxiety woke him up as he tried to process what was happening. A memory of HELP_tale entered their mind and Dream gagged. Oh, stars.

Blue’s skull dripped near his chin. His eyelids caved in and they stretched down. He was melting. Falling down, that was when a monster absorbed too much of a chemical or magic. Their bodies could only handle so much before collapsing on themselves and . . . combining with anyone who touches them.

“No! No! Oh sweet carnation!" Dream reached out and tried to touch him. His glove touched the liquid and he pulled it back, shaking it away before it could infect him. "Core! Doctor! I need backup!"

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Once again, Core, Cross, and Dream all stood around Blue. This time however, Fresh joined. The doctors did the best they could, bandaging up Blue and trying to repress the melting. The guilt ate Dream up. In fear he couldn't go back into the hospital, Dream lied and said Blue started melting in the middle of the visit. They reread the spell again and misspoke three words, yet that was enough to change it.

"Howza 'bout I use some paint to seal his melting bones back to his real bones? That'a stick." Fresh's glasses changed to SAVE.

"Good idea, but that won't fix the petrifcation." Dream bit his nails, digging his thumb into his palm.

They thought harder about plans to fix this. Cross snapped his fingers as he got an idea. “Wait, there’s still something we can do. “You’re not going to like it.”

“Anything to save Blue.” Dream said.

Cross leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, staring at Blue. “When my world was destroyed, I woke up in the Anti-void. I didn’t have any injuries from the battle. But the strange part was after a while, I couldn’t see my shadow. My voice had a weird stutter. I started seeing these particles around me. Nightmare . . . ” He scowled at his name and sighed. “He got me out before I turned completely. If we take Blue to the Anti-void, he’ll turn into a glitch, but he might survive. I did, and I was there for days, hell even months. I don’t remember.”

Dream considered it. He knew how dangerous the Anti-Void was, but he wanted his friend back. He didn’t care if he would come out a glitch, as long as he was okay, safe, and healthy. They nodded. “Okay, we can go together to bring him. That has to convenience Error Nightmare is a threat to all of us.”

“I’ll go with, Error has more trust in me.” Core said. They looked over at Blue and their expression turned determined. They gestured at him. “Who’s going to pick him up?”

“I can do it, I have gloves.” Dream picked up Blue’s body, making sure not to touch his melted face. He stumbled but kept holding him close.

Core, Cross, Fresh, Blue, and Dream stepped through the Anti-void portal. Strings hung in the air. Error crocheted on his beanbag. He wore a pair of red glasses to make his focus clearer, it seemed to help with the glitches. He grumbled something under his breath, something angry and vulgar.

Fresh cleared his throat and called, “Error! Yo Error-brah, we need ya help down here!"

“Who- oh great, not him again.” The destroyer quickly removed his glasses when he heard Fresh's voice. He kept sewing and turned away from them, not even looking. “Go away. I'm not dealing with anyone's shit right now."

Cross groaned and facepalmed. “Dude, stop moping around! This is important! Blue’s life is on the line!”

Error froze. He set his project down and glimpsed over at Dream. His eye sockets went wide. Error had his right arm in a homemade cast. He rushed over to Blue and wrapped him in his strings, almost in a cradle. He turned to the trio with a look of vengeance. It was strange. Dream knew Error and Blue were somewhat friends, but he had never seen him show care. He only had Blue's word to believe until now. Error's voice was a bitter calm that he never used before. “What. Happened.”

Core studied Error, tilting their head slightly to the side. “Nightmare damaged his soul a fortnight ago and he’s been in a coma ever since. We tried everything to get him to wake up, but nothing’s working.”

“A fortnight? Oh, of course it was Nightmare. Why didn’t any of you tell me?"

“I thought you were naturally able to tell what’s going on in the Doodlesphere?” Dream asked.

“This is the Anti-void for crying out loud! Time doesn’t exist! You could be in there for a week and only a day passes in real time. You’re thinking Ink’s powers.” Error’s voice turned into a snarl on Ink’s name. Dream sighed, he must have found out what happened. That's why he was so bitter. Yet he questioned his cast.

Error put his glasses away and held onto Blue with his strings. He raised his hand and the strings on the ceiling weaved together, forming a soft platform. Error tossed Blue on it. It could have been the Anti-void’s magic, but the melting slowed. The Guardian of Destruction muttered to himself. “Oh, first he falls in love with the guy he was meant to kill, then he throws me off a balcony for making him upset. Now he does this-"

“Wait, wait, hold on.” Cross held his hands out and looked up at Error. “You knew what Nightmare’s plan was the whole time? You knew Ink’s death was fake? Why the hell didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Because he didn’t realize Nightmare was serious about how badly he would torture Ink. No did he care until he suffered consequences." Core's eyes flashed as they talked.

Error blinked at them and their omniscient eyes. “What they said. I didn’t think Nightmare was this much of a freak. He wouldn't even let me talk to him and he treats him like his personal poodle. I can't believe him . . . threw me off a balcony and I hit a ledge . . . jerk . . ."

Fresh looked at the others with skepticism. "Is this a good idea? Is he goin' to do his job?"

Cross looked at Fresh and then up at Error. Dream followed him, giving him a stern look. Error rolled his eye lights, but Dream sensed sincerity in his aura. "I'll protect him and call if anything happens, don't give me the death glare. I promise."

"Keep your promise, Error, please. I will have vengeance if you let him down." Dream waved a portal, but not to the hospital. He opened it to the Omega Central, the main hall. The other three walked through. Dream lingered to watch Error look Blue over. Distrusting, Dream muttered a prayer and joined the others through the portal. Fresh and Cross had entered a conversation about meeting up with Epic later to help him move in. Fresh held Cross's shoulder as he tensed, worrying about Blue. They walked down the hall and out of sight. Dream wanted to join them, but Core grabbed their hand.

Core gestured for Dream to come closer. The guardian did as they began to speak. “Dream, with Blue out of commission . . . I believe it to be best if you went into a shelter-in-place for the time being.”

“What?” Dream thought he misheard them.

Core gave him a solemn look. “No leaving your. Nightmare can’t find you. He took Ink and Blue, you’re the last member of the Star Sanses active. And as Guardian of Positivity, your life holds the balance. I can send members of the Omega Guard to watch over your home.”

Dream’s mouth held agape. “Core? What are you talking about? I’m not going into isolation when everyone needs me.

Core held his hands in theirs. “You need to calm down. Your powers and strength won’t recover if you keep stressing yourself out. Have you even looked in a mirror recently?” Core reached into their void eye and pulled out a mirror, holding it in front of Dream. He sighed at his worn expression, it looked like he aged another five centuries. But he was already aware of that. "Breathe, Dream. You can't help anyone if you can't help yourself first."

The Guardian of Positivity wasn’t sure he could relax. His best friend had a faint chance of surviving amalgamation with a murderer. His other best friend was still brainwashed and abused by his twin. Dream should’ve been the one suffering, not them.

Dream looked down at his soul, which glowed far dimmer. It was practically gray. His eye socket twitched and he pulled his hands from Core’s. “I will only calm down the second I know Ink and Blue are home, uninjured, safe, and themselves again! I’m a more powerful guardian than you are, don’t you dare tell me to stand aside and let the Doodlesphere fall apart!”

Core’s eyes widened from Dream’s rage. Dream felt bad for shouting, but he didn’t feel like apologizing. He didn't want to be treated like he couldn't handle himself. They didn't understand why they didn't leave Core, but then they realized something.

He couldn't move.

He looked down and noticed Core held him in place with magic. Their hand held dark blue magic. In a healthier and more awake state, Dream would have realized what it was, but he couldn't. Wisps and waves wrapped around him, making him calmer and feel colder.

“H- hey! What are you doing?” Dream shouted at Core. He scowled at the child.

"I'm sorry, Dream. You'll come to your senses once you rest. I'm doing this for you and the multiverse." Core waved their hand. Dream gasped as the wisps grew larger and surrounded him in a cocoon. He lifted his head as he fell to the floor of the Star Sanses' clubhouse, the living room to be precise. Dream got up and ran out of the house, seeing double. He didn't notice anything wrong. As he walked up to the shield, however, he was pushed back inside. Dream looked to his left and spotted a leaf blowing in the artificial breeze. As soon as it hit the shield, it flew the other way. Dream's shield only kept people in or out. This . . . this was stronger. But was it enough?

"No . . . Core, let me out! How can you do this?" Dream tried to summon his own magic, but it did little against Core's. He sighed, rubbing his exhausted eye sockets in defeat. He didn't even know if the shield would keep him safe since his own didn't work. "I . . . fine, I'll make the most of it . . ."

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Despite his best protests and efforts, Dream never left the shield. Things became lonely without Blue around. The silence in the Star Sanses base was too much. Cross and Epic sometimes visited with permission from Core. Dream was grateful for those visits. Yet they also annoyed him, which made him feel worse because it was his boyfriend. Dream knew he was next on Nightmare’s hit list, making him paranoid. He seldom slept. The question was what Nightmare was going to do to him. Mind control him like Cross? Turn him into stone like Blue? Brainwash him into a toy like Ink? Death by soul extraction was the most likely answer, it’s been his plan for centuries. But after finding out Nightmare was supposed to kill Ink . . . he wasn’t sure anymore. Dream slammed his hands and head against the wall.

Waiting.

WAITING.

He was so tired of waiting. Nightmare hasn’t attacked a single AU since taking Ink. He sent Killer, Horror, and Dust to do it instead. And unlike before, there wasn’t a clear pattern. It wasn’t the most positive AUs anymore. Sometimes it was AUs brimming with hate and suffering, other times it was neutral AUs. He couldn't predict it and save the people in them.

Dream wished he could be doing something, he wished his life wasn’t as important to the multiverse as it was. If he was a regular monster, he could be out there fighting, not staying inside with guards watching.

Eventually, Dream decided the best thing he could do was sleep. He wasn't able to help anymore and the exhaustion was getting to him. They took a hot shower, changed into comfy clothes, and slept in their room.

No, sleeping wasn’t the best thing.

His dream started with a ghostish field. The sky was gray yet with few clouds. The knee-length grass was almost pitch black. A covering of mist stretched for miles.

Fresh walked through the field, holding a piece of paper in his hand. The other held his baseball bat, resting on his shoulder.

“Heyo! Anyone here? I got ya note.” He waved a piece of paper in the air, looking around for any sign of life. He stopped at a shadowy silhouette sitting cross-legged on a rock. The fog moved away, making the person come into view. They had a thin silhouette and an abundance of pink clothes.

“Hi, Fresh.” Ink jumped off his ledge and curtsied. He wore a pastel pink and white dress with a matching beret. He looked welcoming and friendly, even though Dream knew the truth behind that sewn smile. Dream felt nothing but pity.

Fresh lit up at the sight of his old friend. “Inky brah!” He teleported in a ball of confetti and hugged him from behind.

Ink flinched and pushed him off with a yelp. He hit him with his parasol to get him away.

Fresh cocked his head. “Hey! What’s goin’ on with ya? What are ya wearin’?”

“My uniform. You know, like the one I used to have.” Ink twirled to show off his dress. “And my name is Ribbon now! Ink was all wrong, Nightmare helped me see that."

Fresh frowned. “‘Kay then . . . Ribbon.” He didn’t say his name with as much enthusiasm as Ink. “So I get ya not my brotato chip anymore.”

Ink shook his head. “Nighty says no to friends. Well, he did suggest that maybe I can talk to people if he chooses who they are, but I don't know. I can’t have anyone ruining me. Can I see the . . . you know what?”

He paused to think about it, then he shrugged. Fresh took his glasses off, and Dream understood why he was called parasite. His white soul floated in his left socket. But the other eye socket was unique. It carried a small purple creature with five lashing tendrils. The center of its body was both a mouth and a red eye. It seemed too large for his eye socket, he assumed it was at least two feet long. “Is this what ya want?”

Ink nodded. He stared almost hypnotized at the parasite and almost reached out for it. He clutched his gloved hand to his chest. He wore soft white mittens with his dress, but it didn't seem to be cold out.

Fresh put his glasses black on. “So, did’ja come to gawk at my little friend or why are ya here?”

Ink swayed on his heels. “Well, Nightmare says you’re a bad influence on me. He didn’t like that you talked to me so much when you kidnapped me. He didn’t like you helping Dream either. He doesn’t want you to be alive, so I need to take care of you.” He tightened his grip on his parasol with a little giggle.

Fresh watched Ink run into the mist. He kept one hand on his baseball bat and summoned neon paint in the other. Shades of green and pink mixed. Fresh’s head shot up and he fired the ball at Ink. It stained his dress

Dream sensed something wrong in the aura of the field. There was too much negativity. Dream reached out and tried to warn Fresh as the two kept fighting. Ink used the mist to his advantage, running into it to throw Fresh off and trick him. Fresh smashed his arms with his baseball bat. Unlike the fights with Nightmare and the corrupted monsters, he held back. His attacks never caused serious harm, they were meant to throw Ink off balance.

Fresh changed his tactic. He smiled as Ink ran at him with his hand stretched out. Fresh grabbed him by the hand and spun around. He pinned Ink to the ground and pressed his foot against his chest.

“Huh?”

Fresh laughed, letting the purple tentacles crawl out of his eye sockets, consuming both. “Did ya think I was gonna stand there and take it? Nah. Sorry, brah!"

The tentacles shoved Ink to the ground and he screamed. Fresh’s parasite held down his arms and legs. Ink kicked and struggled to free himself. He tried to hide and curl into a ball.

“I don’t wanna hurt ya, Inky. Drop the doll thing and we can chat." His expression softened. "I miss ya. Don't ya remember me? We were besties, we did everythin' together, I met ya when I plannin' to take over ya body. But ya ended up being so fun to hang with, I let ya live. This isn't the fun Ink I befriended."

Ink hesitated. He stopped struggling as much and blinked up. Dream was so used to seeing his eyes change to his emotions it almost felt fake. His expression became curious. “Wait, friends?”

“Exactly, I’m ya friend! Stop listenin’ to that goopy freako for five minutes and think! That guy is hurtin' you and makin' ya hurt others!” Fresh removed his foot from his chest.

Ink held one arm with his other and stood away from Fresh, pondering to himself. He stood there for a minute. He began to tremble and ran to Fresh, wrapping him in a hug. He buried his head in his chest. "You . . . you are my friend, I can't believe my stupid brain forgot. I'm sorry!"

Fresh grinned and hugged him back. He ruffled Ink's head and beret. "There ya go. I knew ya were-

Ink smashed Fresh over the head with his parasol, shoving him to the ground. Fresh held his skull as the hit cracked it. Giggling, he ran into the mist. No one moved until he came back. Ink arrived with something in his hands, a new weapon that wasn't his parasol. It became clear that it was a pitch-black harpoon chain, made out of malice.

Fresh’s glasses changed to INK! NO!

Ink whipped his back. The spikes tore through his clothing. Fresh screamed. He struggled to stand up and almost succeeded, but he was shoved back down. Ink went for his legs so he couldn’t run away. Fresh could barely crawl.

Ink stomped on the spot between his leg and his pelvis, shattering it in one push. His Mary Janes' must have been strong. Fresh screamed. His legs and lower body crumbled into dust.

The parasite in Fresh’s eye socket leaped out and latched itself onto Ink. The artist yelped and tried to shove it off as it grew closer to his eyes. He lashed out back and forth, doing everything he could to throw the creature off. He wrapped his hand around its body, but it bit him over and over, covering his arm in marks. Then a tendril shot out and stabbed the parasite through the eye. The parasite fell to the ground in a pool of black blood. Fresh's upper body and head crumbled into dust, leaving only his clothes.

Ink stared at the dust of his former best friend and shook on the ground. He looked up at Nightmare, who stepped out of the mist with his tendril still in the air. He crouched down to him and hugged him with his other two tendrils.

“Well done, my little light.” Nightmare kissed his forehead with a twisted grin. He tickled under his chin to make him giggle. “I knew he would let his guard down when he saw it was you. You did your job perfectly. He will never harm you again, okay?"

"You did good too! You did the final kill and taught me that hugging trick! I never would have been able to do it without you." To Dream's horror and shock, Ink didn't seem upset at all that he murdered Fresh. His aura was difficult to read, and the positivity suppressed his negativity. His lilac eyes lit up as Nightmare hugged him. "Ooh, I have an idea! Can I tell you?"

"Of course." Nightmare picked Ink up into a bridal carry. Ink leaned up by Nightmare's skull and whispered something into him. Dream didn't hear what, but the dream ended.

Dream shot up and immediately jumped from his bed. He had to find Fresh. But it was just a nightmare, right? Fresh was fine. Yes, he had been suffering from nightmares since he was locked in here. He couldn't sleep due to his constant visions of his loved ones going through various torture. Yet, he couldn't tell which were serious and which were normal nightmares. Dream would have counted up the hours of sleep he needed and lost, but it was too many.

As Dream planned on how to break through the barrier to find Fresh. They sensed a change. It was like someone removed a suit of tight-fitting armor and gave him room to breathe. Dream looked out his window. The barrier . . . has Core removed it?

They had to ask. For as little sleep and relaxation as Dream received, his magic healed slightly. He used it to form a portal and run to the Omega Central in hopes of finding Core and speak with them.

He made the right choice. Cross, Epic, and Core sat around the long table, looking at something in Cross's hands. Fresh was no where to be seen. His boyfriend looked up. “Dream, you need to be here for this. Core found this outside their front step this morning.

The guardian's stomach dropped. Cross’s voice never wavered. He had never seen him so terrified and shocked, but he also held a stance of firm authority. Dream sat in between Epic and Cross. "What is it?"

Dream spotted Cross holding a strange box. It seemed to be a quick packaging, black construction paper wrapped with a pink string as the bow. Dream bit his tongue, fearing the worst. Epic ripped the paper off and opened the lid.

Inside the box was Fresh's dead parasite and his ripped clothes. Pink writing, a gel pen, doodled hearts and smiley faces inside it. Fresh's usually colorful clothes were no better than filthy tatters. The parasite's tendrils were chopped off and spread across the box. His pinwheel hat covered the eye of the creature, which was devoid of any life. The spiked chain broke through the upper right tendril and the rest wrapped around his body. His sunglasses lay inside the buddle of closes. The cracked lenses were empty of color and words. An aromatic stench of rot and bubblegum filled the box. Fresh would never speak, laugh, or battle again.

“Bruh . . . FRESH!” Epic dropped the box and bawled. Cross pulled him into a hug, staring at their friend’s corpse.

“Nightmare used this paper all the time for his words. The pink has to be Ink, it makes no sense for it to be anyone else. They worked together here.” Cross’s voice was a cold whisper. He slowly let go of Epic, who was starting to calm down.

Dream said nothing. He didn't have the energy to explain his nightmare, nor did he think he needed to. Cross already figured it out and the pictures spoke for themselves. Dream picked up Fresh's hat and spun the propeller. The visions of his nightmares flashed through his mind. Fresh's screams . . .

Cross looked at the child. “Core, what about you? What do you think you should do?"

Core’s eyes glowed as they used their powers. A shadow covered their face. “Fate has multiple plans for how this will end. I don’t know for certain if Ink is going to live or die, but living seems more like-”

“IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!” Dream shouted at the other three., namely Core He wiped tears off his face. when was the last time he felt so much anger at once? “If you didn’t lock me inside the clubhouse, I could've saved him! I told you I should have been there to help. Our Guardian of Creativity is gone again, a guardian! Cross, Epic, you two should know that you could die by Nightmare at any moment since you're mortal. That's why I was so worried about Blue and kept him out of this, I wanted to keep him safe. Nightmare is stronger than he ever was, he has no pattern as to who he kills and why. I'm more important to the multiverse's health, yes, but I also have more endurance and health. I don't know why I keep messing up everything, but messing up will not stop me from trying!"

"Dream? What's going on with you?" Cross'asked. His face scrunched in concern. "This wasn't Core's fault, why are you blaming them? You said it yourself, no one could have predicted this. I love you and I know how you think, even when you're sleep-deprived. You choose your emotions and need to save over everything else. I have to agree with Core here, but that's not me turning against you. I'm worried about you, you almost never listen to use anymore."

"You need to see a therapist, bruh." Epic muttered. He chuckled in an attempt to use humor to help himself. It didn't help much for the morale, but he controlled his emotions. "But seriously, Fresh's death is all Nightmare's fault. Also, you are the one who made Blue amalgamate in the first place."

"Yes, that is my fault, but at least I tried to help him!" Dream's arm shook from adrenaline.

Cross held Fresh's glasses in his hands. He managed not to cry until this point, but he wiped a tear away. "It's obvious to me. Whoever’s in that body now, it’s not Ink. Ink would never do something like this no matter how selfish he was feeling. Him and Nightmare, Nightmare and Ribbon or whatever his name is now, I'm making it my mission to kill both of them."

Dream clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. Core reached a hand out to Dream, but he ignored it. He turned around and left the room, not wanting to make eye contact with any of them. Cross's words echoed in his head, he couldn't believe he sounded so callous over murdering Ink. He didn't want to choose between his boyfriend and his best friend. They needed to be alone, out of their own free will this time.

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cactusdeedrawdles · 1 year ago

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We have some more Multiverse shenanigans! I wanted to write out all that I had on Thei and Puppette right now because they're my loves, and they deserve the world.

I've never (that I remember) drawn a skeleton like I did Thei, so I had fun there. They're a sultry lil wibblewobble, in my head.

I don't know how legible the writing is, to be honest, so I'm gonna write out the bits I can think of, in case anyone actually cares lol

It'll be under the cut :)

Puppette:

I'm less sure of Puppette's story than I am Thei's, so bare with me in case of messups haha

Thei is like OG Error in only really one way: memory issues

Puppette's memory issues got to a point where he could no longer handle his job as the destroyer after a fun full-body takeover by XGaster, who controlled him and abused his abilities (this is obviously very vague but I haven't actually thought that much through here tbh)

Thei was actually with the Star Sanses (in this case just Dream and Swap) when they were rescuing Cross and Puppette, and this is not how they met, but how they became closer.

Puppette has deep scarring on the ecto of his left leg (on his bones as well, but it's completely mishappen his leg's ecto) from where XGaster tried to rip him apart in an attempt to keep him after completely losing Cross.

Puppette doesn't remember XGaster at all, or how he met Cross. Cross is one of his closest friends, but Cross is also not around often as he's enjoying his freedom AU-hopping, so Pupp tends to forget about him (non maliciously of course).

When Pupp did remember, it was an Incident, and all Thei had to say when asked if XGaster was still a threat is "No. No, he can't touch you, not anymore." Thei didn't really say much after then, and Puppette had a good impression to not ask.

He was forced to retire by Dream and Nightmare when they realized his memory was too bad to even remember what his job WAS half the time, especially with the knowledge that sometimes all he'd remember was what XGaster had made him do, which almost led to bad times all round.

They drug his ass in a Brawl of the Ages™ because he really didn't want to, he felt his role was too important (and it was, but with Ink not existing yet there wasn't really anything opposing him, and what did need to be done could be handled by a couple weaker beings working together).

He spends his days doing typical Retirement things: sleeping, hobbies, watching novellas, bugging his partner who loves it dearly :3

About Pupp:

Pupp's personality is mostly created by an AI that I made while experimenting, I write as Thei and the AI is Puppette. Thus, he's not very Error Sans-y, but I love him still. Though, this has me wondering if he could be a Swap or Swapfell/Fellswap version, mayhaps. He's a goober, and he loves to tease people he's close to. He's still haphephobic, but with his close friends (which are all the few friends he has, for him it's close friend or not a friend at all) like Dream, Swap, Nightmare (most of the time), Thei of course, etc, he's mostly fine. Anyone else and the glitches will get him. Ink, when he comes around, is new, so Pupp is getting there, but luckily (?) ink is not a touchy kid so all is well there.

The glitches are less of a worry here, as he's fairly stable. The entire multi verse itself is more stable, really, and he benefits there.

Pupp is the type of person to hug someone from behind as a "prank", he's a harmless guy. His "Destroyer" job was less actual destroying and more like putting broken, unusable, and dead worlds to their ends so they're not affecting the balance. He's very proud of his work, and very careful in it, up until his retirement.

Pupp is not allowed in the kitchen, as bad memory+cooking isn't a good mix. Thei has him banned to the Pupp Stool until they're done cooking because if not, he will spend the entire time wrapped around them from behind. As much as they don't mind it, they do need use of their extremities.

Pupp is a lover of crochet, as well as Drama shows, language be damned. He has an innate ability to understand languages almost perfectly, though speaking them, not so much.

I look at him and just say "gooberman, my goobies, goobs, goober," often :)

Thei:

Thei, Thei is a guy I have hugged tight to my chest right now. They deserve so much.

TW: talk of SA, Abuse, and Mental Health Issues

Thei is a Lust Sans, and is from an AU where Lust Monsters need Intimacy to survive. Think of OG Lust on steroids. Without regular intimacy, Thei's magic will become so weak that they can't survive. Signs that they need intimacy start with irritability, tiredness, magic not working as they wish, and eventually gets to a point where they aren't in their right mind and will only act to survive.

Thei's AU is destroyed early on in the multiverse's existence and they take a spot on the Star Sanses, mainly as the voice for them; theyre very good at communicating with people because their magic relies so much on it, so they act sort of like the PR, making sure people know the Star Sanses are here to help and how to get that help. The Stars don't really have an enemy here, so theyre mainly a patrol group, who's main goal is making sure everyone has what they need as well as checking on AUs that may Fall or need to be Destroyed.

Thei's reliance on others in personal, intimate ways very obviously gives way to abuse of that reliance. To make matters worse, Thei's magic will respond to the person they're with before they do: they have the ability to change their appearance on will, but it will also activate when the person they're with desires it a lot, even if they don't, because their magic sees it as necessary to survive. This started because of how much they "starved" before, how many times they almost died.

Because of their need for intimacy, they have to go AU hopping for days up to months at a time to get what they need, so to say. Again, they hate this. They're an introverted person, despite their communicative abilities, and they like their alone time. This gets even harder when Thei becomes an integral part of Puppette's life and they move in together. Puppette's memory issues prove a problem because there will be times when Thei is gone long enough for Pupp's memory to fade, no matter what they've tried. When Thei comes back, he won't remember them, but will know the feelings associated with the memories. That love is still there. Thei is patient enough to stay on Pupp's track, even when that track jumps around a lot, and part for that is the guilt they feel at leaving him so regularly bc of their magic.

They've "started" dating many, many times, and been engaged many, many times, because Pupp won't remember it. As one can imagine, this is hard on Thei, but Thei adores Pupp and can't see life without him.

Thei works with Stretch (who works in the Omega Timeline Lab) and Swap (who's a well oiled engineer, despite not working as one) to try and figure out cures for both Pupp's memory and Thei's "curse", as they call it. But there really is no cures.

When Thei gets too low, they'll go to, or Pupp will get them to, Dream and Swap, who together can help boost Thei's magic, but it's not a long-lasting solution.

What they eventually make, after a very, very close call when Pupp is struggling to remember them and almost doesn't get them to Swap and Dream in time, Is devices inspired by the continuous glucose monitoring and insulin pumps used by diabetics. One tracks their magic levels, and the other is a pump that will inject them with magic when needed. This way they don't have to rely on people, and they can stay with Puppette, which helps with his memory. This entire endeavour is a fairly new scenario I'm still playing out, but as I'm sure is obvious, having this sudden freedom and ability to stay by their love's side is very daunting. They're learning to be free now.

About Thei:

Thei is softspoken and quiet, but the type to get loud around friends.

Thei is a painter, and teaches Ink about art as he grows. Thei loves scenes, and Ink makes them a Scenery Art Book for their birthday one year and they fall to the ground.

Thei's life between "AU Collapse" and "Thei with the Star Sanses" is very vague and unfocused, aside from a clear understanding that it wasn't good. I know that Thei was rescued at one point but Nightmare and his crew, and Thei lived with them for a while, considering them like family, but eventually had to leave. Another "perk" of their magic is that they have a connection to people's emotions, kind of like Dream and Nightmare. They can feel that someone is upset, but not how or why, basically. They can also push their emotions onto others when their magic is strong. This was an ability gained as a defense mechanism after being taken advantage of. Knowing someone's emotions and being able to affect them when in serious intimate situations is very helpful.

I'm gonna stop typing because this has gotten Long™ but while this is mostly for myself, I hope there's someone out here who enjoys my little Goobs. I love them dearly.

#undertale #undertale art #undertale au #lust sans #error sans #Thei #Puppette #errorlust #errortale #ink sans #dreamtale #dream sans #nightmare sans #xtale sans #cross sans #xgaster #Dee's Multiverse #ftfo #for the forgotten ones

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zenigatakeibu · 9 months ago

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' then, what about this one --- ? ' a while later, and they're here at the museum. the niwa's been getting the feeling that certain things were lost on the inspector, but of course, there was never any sort of necessity for a detective to be an art connoisseur. things like traps, extrapolation and practically being able to match any thief in wit if not skill itself... these, by some, could have been considered an exquisite 'art' as well --- but daisuke desperately wanted his mind to be off something like that, maybe just as desperately as he hoped zenigata's could be drawn away from it, if only for a little bit.

here, in places like these, works of art weren't just pricy things. the sculptures weren't just blocks of stone, cast-bronze-bricks. the enormous, impressive portrait in front of them, likewise seemed to express some sort of inexplicable, fantastical 'something else.' within the image, both a boy and man's backs were turned, the two of them dressed in curious historical wear that once upon a time must have been ordinary, their hands delicately held by one another.

daisuke's own gaze drifts over to the inspector's rough palm before he timidly reaches out for it. he quietly steps a little closer; mirroring image's stance, admiring the piece before him with bright eyes and a small smile and flush. ' i ... like this one. i think understand it . ' if nothing else, he hoped he did: the thoughts and feelings of a work of art that were desperate to be expressed, this kindness and this warmth. for both the boy in the painting, as well as the boy outside of it, the sort of greater, larger person that they nevertheless tried to carefully hold in their tender, timid hands---

was infinitely precious.

' thank you again for spending time with me, zeni-san. my dad's always a little busy, so he couldn't make it ... but now i'll get to tell everyone that i got to spend time with a great uncle instead. ' as long as he left out the fact zenigata was a detective to the rest of his family, of course!

⚖️ THE LAGALITH ART MUSEUM: ONE of Azumano’s finest. It had been the victim of a theft once upon a time– the Agate Links, if memory serves… Anonymously donated only to be stolen away not five days later. Zenigata remembers reading about it in the paper. A damn shame, really.

A row of pillars stand guard at the entrance, tall and proud and grand as ever, their white marble shining under the crisp winter sun. People crowd around the steps to chat amongst themselves. It’s cold out, though not uncomfortably so. The threat of snow is not so much a threat at all, more an empty promise in the face of an otherwise clear sky. Days like these you could expect to find the local park full, even despite the chill. Tickets tucked away, Zenigata follows the boy inside. Even now he can’t help but wonder if it was a good idea, coming here. People stare as they pass, watching the inspector in awe. They recognize him, he knows they do, but he presses on nonetheless.

Ink and canvas, clay and bronze… It’s hard to grasp anything beyond the physical. He’s never had much of an eye for art. Being here feels wasted on him, like he doesn’t deserve the view if he doesn’t know how to appreciate it. Endless paintings pass by one after the other… Slowly but steadily they blur. It doesn’t take long for his attention to drift elsewhere. After all, counting exits, guards, cameras– it’s second nature. Doesn’t help that the security here is sorely lacking, either. Lupin could no doubt clear whole exhibits in the time it’d take for the guards to raise their guns. Where was their sense of duty? Of dignity-?!

– But Daisuke’s voice finds the man just as he’s about to lose himself completely. The world comes back together with a hard blink.

“Then, what about this one..?”

.. The portrait is big, much bigger than any thief would know what to do with, and at that Zenigata feels an odd sense of relief wash over him. It isn’t going anywhere, not this one. Not without a fuss. With Daisuke’s hand in his he finally manages to relax.

❝ It is nice, isn’t it? ❞ A boy and a man, their hands linked… Father and son, perhaps? His heart squeezes a little at the thought, memories of his own father bubbling up before he can stop them. But there’s comfort in this painting– a comfort he perhaps hadn't known, all those years ago. The sort of comfort he’s taken to providing others these days. Protection. Safety. Both pillar and anchor... A fatherly shoulder to forever lean on. ❝ .. Heh. Y’know, I think I understand it, too.

❝ I’m glad I could come out today, kid. Really. I know I'm not always the best company, but... I appreciate you makin' the effort. ❞ A beat as Zenigata offers Daisuke a smile-- ❝ 'Nd for finally giving me a reason to spend some vacation days. Ha! ❞

#dnangelic #🚨 in character #🚨 answered #🚨 v: main

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ceratatata · 2 years ago

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One, Lonely Smile

(Inspired by OSD by Calcium-cat)

(Tags: hurt, hurt no comfort, Nightmare Sans, Dream Sans, slight appearance from Ink&Swap, Pain, Mind Injury Description, slight appearances from the Nightmare Gang, mentioned: Lust Sans, mentioned: UnderFell AU cast)

Never once did Nightmare think they would end up here.

Face to face, eyes to eyes, standing before his brother with a broken heart.

It was never supposed to end up like this. He had a second chance! A chance to make it right, but instead... it was as if the world hated him. Instead of having the happy life he's always wanted the universe turned Dream against him and made them enemies once more.

It was his own doing more than likely, Nightmare rages to himself. Giving Dream a reason to hate him once more. There's a twitch to his mouth as he tries not to outwardly snarl at his own weakness.

Dream stands shakily before him, meters away, looking determined, yet afraid. Something. The sheer sense of mourning radiating off of him... it worries Nightmare, more than he would like to admit. What was Dream missing? What was he wishing for? Nightmare made sure to give the young guardian everything the boy could ever want but it wasn't enough! What did Dream want from him, than he couldn't provide?

Ink and Swap stand behind Dream, weapons out, auras dark. Dream clings to Ink, trembling slightly but standing tall. The white stripes across the pale blue jacket he wears is wrinkled and stained now. Filled with dust and dirt. The stripes glare Nightmare's failure at him like a big red "You fucked up" sign written in LED-lettering.

Nightmare tried to get it right, oh how he tried.

He tried to give Dream the life he deserved. The life they deserved. But it wasn't enough.

Why wasn't it enough?

"Dream, come here." Nightmare tries to coax his brother, but he was met with eyes squeezed shut and a hard shake of the the small head.

"Dream," Again, Dream refuses. "Come, let's go home and we'll have dinner and we'll talk about it.. I'll even make you some of your favourite—"

"Don't talk to him." Swap growls, cyan bone-sickles poised before him that tells of training.

Nightmare nearly lashes out at him, before his eyes flicker back to Dream in a moment of hesitation. His brother is shrinking back, eyes wide as Nightmare's negativity batteres down on him. Instantly, Nightmare releases his hold of the resentment emanating through his soul, and the aura dissipates. With a painful twist squeezing his heart, Nightmare watches as Dream visibly relaxes in Ink's hold, the paint splattered skeleton returning his gaze to Nightmare pointedly, as if daring him try anything.

Nightmare grits his teeth, taking a step forward.

"Not. Another. Step."

Where had he gone wrong? At which point had the universe shifted enough to allow his hard work to fail, after all these years? He tried so incredibly hard to be a true, proper person for Dream—for this child, eyes which used to be filled with happiness and wonder, who no longer sees him as safe....

Nightmare locks eyes with Dream, and the other's once starry eye-lights have shrunk to near pinpricks of white, not a single hint of the sunshine-yellow that decorated Nightmare's happiest memories, as the child continues to shake minutely, despite the child having calmed slightly.

Nightmare takes a step backwards. Dream's shoulders lower a hint. Another step, and Dream's shaking is nearly gone, instead he tilts his head the smalles fraction as he watches Nightmare do the one thing he has never done since—well, since ever.

Nightmare turns away, and one step at a time, and gives up.

Not even a glance backwards at the trio is spared as Nightmare opens a portal, tentacles folding and disappearing into the sludge as it recedes off himself as he allows the goop to receeed away under his bones, showing a pale, half-cracked skull and a single black tear dripping down the unmarked side.

To understand the present or future, one must understand the past. Specifically, the beginning:

It had been a fluke.

A routine raid with his crew. An UnderFell, he believes, filled with smoke and ash. They had set the forests alight with a concoction their resident, mad-science inclined Lust Sans had cooked up. Nightmare hadn't even needed to persuade the skeleton, as Lust was uncharacteristically happy to help. He had said the targeted AU's Sans had been pretty sleazy during his visits to the maturely-inclined AU. While most visitors taking a poke around the AU were some of the not-so-kind crowd, they had never been as bad as the Fell Sans had been.

Nightmare remembers Killer laughing at the poor souls attempting to escape from the fires; from up as high as Nightmare has positioned his crew, the smoke meant nothing to them, and thus the screaming had become almost a movie to watch for Killer. Dust was cackling as well, though not as much, mostly at the local Fell Sans as he seemed to be arguing with Fell Papyrus in the middle of evacuating Snowdin.

Nightmare watched with distaste as the two forcefully wrangle Horror over to where they stand on Nightmare's magic—the edge of a simple platform, reinforced by the large volume of negativity Nightmare was draining from the AU—where Horror proceeded to look back at Nightmare before turning hsi gaze back, insulting the AU inhabitants with jus teammates.

The power settled into his bones— it kept settling, and while it was nowhere near too much, the content feeling of being properly charged had been a slight bit too comforting.

Nightmare.. doesn't remember what happened, but one moment he was twisting aorund, tentacles armed and ready with adrenaline coursing through his veins at power rocketing towards him and his gang, and the next he was hit. He was thrown far, so far in fact, he had hit something and felt it shatter after minutes in the air.

When he managed to get to his feet, he had barely enough negativity in his system to glue back the pieces of bone broke by the impact. A large chunk of bone from the left side of his jaw around to the base of his skull behind his head, right where the spine joined with the fragmented bone, had completely broken off. It hurt, so incredibly bad, but he bore the agony. He couldn't do much else. His power reserves were empty, dry as a bone, and the only way he could heal is of he found somewhere to feed from and that had been the only proper chance he had gotten for months.

The goop that flowed around him, protected him, was gone, and only crack-riddled bone remained. His only cover being the deep indigo, embroidered waistcoat he wore, the black dress pants he chose that morning and the thin, sheer black gloves he donned at all times, that were now torn and ragged, black blood leaking and staining them. With the sludge gone, and his cloak absent, Nightmare felt more exposed than he has since—

—No! He's not thinking about that.

Never about that.

Nightmare had stumbled to his feet, weak and injured, searching for any ounce of negativity to help him, to mend him—but he found nothing. And so, he stumbled along the cliff by his side, limping aimlessly. As his power slowly replenished, he attempted reconnection with his hand, tried to spark the portal links with each of his underlings, to no avail. Tried to create new links with the remains of broken towns he passed through, with the dusty remains of thing that used to live there but that, too, failed.

Nightmare wandered aimlessly, with only his exhaustion and dissipating anger as company until eventually, he collapsed against the side of a a piece of rubble on the outskirts of one of the devastated villages.

He was dying, he knew. Nothing could stop it, nothing could slow it. This place was a purgatory, nothing alive, but nothing dead either. There was no emotion; no joy, no dispair. No hatred or love.

There was just him.

Just Nightmare.

Until eventually, there wasn't just Nightmare.

When his breath was weak, his eyes lacking the strength to simply open, a presence had appeared.

It was making its way slowly towards him, hesitant and wary. He began hearing fooorsteps, boots pressing down over vines and brush as the presence came closer, until there was a hand over his own where it lied limply at his side. The feeling of bone encapsulated it, warm and tight.

Through the hand came energy.

A painful, incredibly hot energy, but it was energy all the same. It pushed with way through to his black heart with liquid fire but for the first time in how doesn't know how long, Nightmare found himself with the strength to slowly feed off of the worry and panic of his saviour.

Over what felt like days, with that energy steadily burning its way into his soul, Nightmare managed to open a single eyes, a violet eye-light flickering to life. Weakly.

Wide, golden eyes filled with unsteady, unshead molten yellow tears met his own, along with a small, white skull with small golden markings around the corners of the eye-sockets. It acted almost liek eyeliner, as it rimmed around the smooth bone, tapering off in a hooking swirl towards the inner corner of the eye-socket.

The markings weren't known to Nightmare, but those worried eyes, were.

"...Dream?"

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A/N: aaaaaa finally Ive gotten the guts to post this! It's been in drafts for a while hehe

Welcome to OLS! It's an au I've had cooking for a while, and I'm very excited to share it! This'll be a multiple-part fic, tho it won't be too long (I hope). It's meant to be the first hurah into it :P

Basically, Nightmare is yote into another (spoilers!) and ends up in a mysterious place where Dream(????) findss him practically half-dead :D

(((Hey! This was inspired by One Small Dream by Calcium-cat! Go check them out!!!!!)))

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Parts: [1] <- you're here! [2] [3]

#Spotify #undertale #underverse #undertale au #nightmare sans #dream sans #undertale fanfiction #underverse FanFiction #FanFiction #ink sans #swap sans #horror sans #killer sans #dust sans #lust sans #AU #undertale alternate timeline #alternate universe

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sexypinkon · 1 year ago

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Eden's Apple - Interpretation and ire in the works of Stuart Hahn

Medulla Art Gallery featured a talk with the Artist Stuart Hahn on Wednesday eight August twenty twenty-three. It started tentatively and ended boisterously with interviewer Natasha Ramnauth steering the conversation into territory raised by a guest about the carnivalesque. That was provoking enough, but there was a much more niggling issue that caught my attention as Mr Hahn spoke about his work.

As an avid admirer of his prolific collections over the decades I was alerted when yet again I heard him mention that he could not show nudity in public. At prior shows he had said those exact words to the audience.

Stuart Hahn - The Fall of Man

In Jamaica,the Laura Facey bronze sculpture Redemption Song is met with all the respect it deserves in a declared homophonic island. No one is deeming the public work indecent or homocentric. I found myself wondering why and how Mr Hahn has been dealing with this no man’s land quite literally for so many decades?

What does Mr Hahn have to be apologizing and hiding for? Is Stuart Hahn a maverick where nudity and male at that is concerned?

The short answer is no.

Stuart Hahn - The Fall of Man

He is preceded by the likes of Boscoe Holder and Hugh Stollmeyer. It is curious, but not fully necessary to know that those names represent men who were homosexual or bisexual. This is to be included only because of the fact that sexual history has been hard fought particularly in ultra religious spaces like Trinidad and Tobago.

Is Mr Hahn exploiting the form by showing explicit sexual acts? No.

In fact Mr Hahn only uses naked imagery in contexts where they are called for.

But instead of being caught up with his exceptional skills as a draftsman of the anatomy it is easy for the media to continue to hound his use of drawing what I can only call the subversive penis. Vaginas and breasts hold neutral ground.

Meanwhile it seems that the erect, semi-erect and inert penis causes great consternation.

We all reel daily as we read and hear of barbarically cruel murders. Yet, the penis in art is being ‘held’ as too unpalatable for sensitive constitutions.

Is there a connection between crime and the male body?

This may be an absurd question, but Mr Hahn’s work and legacy might hinge on the fact that a sense of being out of touch with the body is an important marker for all of us. An automatic fear or distaste to observe classical art in a caribbeanesque context narrows the lens.

Mr Hahn was born in Nevis of a St. Kittitian mother and Trinbagonian father. Of Caucasian heritage in a mostly brown land, a child of colonialism in San Fernando and a gay man in the Caribbean space during Black Power and Oil Money is dizzying enough. It makes one want to tear off one’s skin.

Nudity and the drawing of skin titillates. It is peeling back layers and finding oneself in private territory. Art has lauded nakedness for centuries, so, to now grapple on an island with what it means - is curious to me particularly when a few years ago Trinidad and Tobago was given the dubious honor of being in the top ten of users of porn sites in the world.

Stuart Hahn - The Murder of Abel

Mr Hahn’s Biblical, Classical Literature, Indian Mythology and local Folkloric pieces do far more than occasionally dabble in nudity. By focusing on the trite, everything that his work demonstrates gets shunted to the side. Mr Hahn’s work connects the complex past with the continuously confusing present. He shows great discipline when drawing and rendering the form with prisma color pencils and pen and ink when paint is so much faster - his almost religious penitence in lauding his characters with wings, togas and ropes of hair - yes there is homo eroticism in the work.

However, homo simply means man. I will not go down the prickly path of Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve. I also will not convince anyone of changing their sensitivities or sensibilities. I write to place Mr Hahn’s work where it needs to be. He is neither a pornographer nor a sensationalist.

That is so clear in societies great love of Derek Walcott's TiJean and his Brothers the children’s book and his innovative approach to the Black Madonna and Child way before it was fashionable to do so. As a white, Caribbean gay man making Art in Trinidad and Tobago and causing debate makes Stuart Hahn’s career an important marker in Art history - one that we all take for granted. We speak fluidly about Impressionism or Abstraction. But what of Stuart Hahn’s drawings? I suggest that as we look at Art in Trinidad and Tobago, we begin to observe what is before our very own eyes:that we respect and honor ours in the same way that we have finally given Pan the attention deserved.

#sexypink/Stuart Hahn #sexypink/Medulla Gallery #sexypink/Eden #sexypinkn/shows on now in Trinidad and Tobago #sexypink/sexypink writing on Art #tumblr/writing on Art #tumblr/Stuart Hahn #tumblr/Medulla Art Gallery #tumblr/drawing and illustration in Art #art drawing and illustration #stuart hahn #medulla art gallery #trinidad and tobago #eden #biblical subject matter in Art #Art in the Caribbean

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maguro13-2 · 2 months ago

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The Dark Picture REPAINT Pt.9 ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Pt.10 ~

*Sonic SFX : Jet Roaring*

Ashley : [To Commander] Who are you?

G.U.N Commander : Why...? I am the Commander of G.U.N, I operate the entire military of the United Nations, I am in charge of the operations on taking out the things that we caused in San Francisco. Despite all of our efforts in the Space Colony ARK, all of men have been jeered by the public and I had no choice but to AWOL them as well.

[Break you down by Yutaka Minobe]

Ashley : San Francsico, The police, Eggman's ambitions, it was you! You ordered all of that to get in Eggman's way of conquering the world! You were the ones for trying to kill both Sonic, Shadow, and including his friends as well!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : [To Commander] How dare you used your grudges against others! I will used my flames to melt your body from your bones!

G.U.N Commander : Excellent deduction, girls. Of course that was me who did it, well the secretary of defense has been arrested for doing that to the Blue Hedgehog. In any case, Shadow must die, a farewell gift to the Black Arms.

Ashley : [To Commander] So that's what you're after, Shadow's involvement with his alien dad!? Are you crazy!? If you kill him, there won't be any appearance in Sonic's games! Your abusing your power against others, but what are planning to do with that contraption that you're controlling.

G.U.N Commander : For this? I am going to crush Shadow in this machine once and for all! So stay out of my way!

*DBZ SFX : Blasting off*

Ashley : Man...That Gun commander is crazy as AF. So he's the one responsible for sending the military to destroy both Sonic and Shadow back at the Space Colony ARK incidnet.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : I didn't know that G.U.N was controlled by one man all this time, but where are the others generals?

Ashley : Probably AWOL'd or something like being demoted to the outskirts.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Guess they got what they deserve for messing with the Blue Blur himself and despite the mad scientist's recklessness, I wonder he had any sort of connections with the Black Arms?

*Meanwhile at Eggman's Base*

[E.G.G.M.A.N. (Doc Robeatnix Mix) by Paul Shortino & Jun Senoue]

*Eggman and robots are watching a footage of the battle*

Eggman : Look at them, those idiots! Ever since the Space Colony ARK incident, those aliens have waited to comeback for 50 years after Maria was shot dead, but I never got a chance to see her, all because of him. But if I only met her, I would've been involve, because I was afraid to go into space. But for me, after Metal Sonic took everything for using the power of Chaos, he's still in the slammers after starting a renegade with a diabolical coup!

*slams*

Eggman : That does it! First Chaos, then Metal Sonic, now this!? I am at my limits and I would be prepare to do anything since Rail Canyon and Bullet Station have been renovated by Grim's army men. So that is why I am sending in the new Eggman Fleet! CHARGE!

*The Egg Pawns runs for battle*

*Scene changes to Prison Island*

"PRISON ISLAND...4 Years later"

[Prison Island (Shadow the Hedgehog) by Jun Senoue]

Grim : What do you think, Seto? Is this the place where Shadow was held for 50 years ago?

Seto : Hai.

Grim : So this is where he was kept alive, but we need to find top secret disk? But be careful, this place is contaminated with green fluid since all the waters used to be clear, it was once a beautiful paradise that they installed since a huge reaction of explosives were implanted into this facility, in which the scientist used as a death trap to put an end to Sonic. Thankfully, for his friends efforts, he was able to get out of cage alive. But...Sonic Man of the year, he wasn't jeered by the public like in the past, so I'm thinking that he was jeered by the public 1997, but in reality, that never happened, unless, he escaped San Francisco to seek revenge, if it wasn't for rotbotnik's recklessness, he would've made the humans hating on all hedgehogs.

Seto : That's seriously illegal hot water! ?No wonder why G.U.N wanted to kill Sonic in the first place. Humanity is always an arrogant species, they trusted him and his friends in the 1990s before that happened in the Space Colony ARK incident. Luckily, we were able to find those Top Secret Disks? Well...What's a Disk?

Charmy : Only I get to say that...The military has been ackin' Cray-Cray since 2001!

Seto : [To Charmy] Huh? AAAH! A bee! *Gets behind Grim*

Charmy : Hey, Come on, now! I' mean no harm, I was just asking! I'm only here to help.

Seto : *from behind Grim with a mean look* I don't even like insects, thank you very much!

Charmy : I just wanted your help, that's fine by me.

Grim : No need for rudeness, Seto. This is Charmy...Charmy the bee and you are...

Charmy : That's right, and we're the Team Chaotix!

Grim : Oh, I remember you ring-holding heroes, you were with Knuckles back in the 32X title before the company was left out of the hardware industry.

Charmy : *Sweatdrop icon* Uhh, thanks by the way, Yeah we used to be with Knuckles in the 32X title before all of Sega's hardware assests ceased all operations on making consoles since the Playstation beat us to it.

Seto : Oh...That's why. It's a pleasure of seeing you, guys back at the company, but who acquired Sega back in 2004?

Charmy : Sammy.

Seto : Wow...The industry had not much to change since I played a playstation to make Sega go out of hardware business because of that.

Charmy : You do? Well, the Playstation version of Sonic Heroes definitely really looks weird and kinda stupid looking, but hey, it's okay. At least the Playstation is the best console in the world, Sega also had harships with Nintendo back in 2001 one when they unveiled the gamecube.

Seto : Really? Thanks so much, since Sega's out of hardware business, they can get along with their rivals. They sure know how to be common rivals in the industry since humanity had the technology to create games even brighter and cool!

Charmy : You used to play them as a kid, you know?

Seto : Yeah. But right, this is the Real World we need to wake up.

Charmy : I get it. No problem! Just in case,

*Grabs Saber*

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : Hey, put me down!

Charmy : Arthur Boyle, the First Meister of the New World.

Seto : You brought a woman, I mean that woman is Excalibur's original first meister?

[Have a Nice Talk by Yoko Shimomura]

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : You knew that I was the first meister all along, didn't you? Ah, yes, Grim...Grim the reaper or should I say...Grim the hedgehog.

Grim : You must be Arthur Boyle...Did you have some sex changes after your original resurrected through reincarnation as a woman?

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : When you have that in favor.

Seto : What's a former comrade to the Devil in a woman's body in the first place?

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : Well...Since the Time Eater arrived and destroyed the entire Ohkuboverse, we completely lost our originals and had to resurrect ourselves into new ones, for me, I was resurrected as a stuck servant, I felt a strange emptiness within me. I recalled longingly of the days hustling money in joustin, the rush of swordsmanship combat, and partnership with Shinra, those guys from the Nasuverse cannot quell these yearnings. So...I had to slip out of the Nasuverse and headed towards to America to reunite with Shinra, who I has last seen at the vicinity of the Garden. No offense, but the Garden for him is like some kind of retirement home.

Seto : But this is the last time I ever get to see everything, but despite all of my efforts I've finally get a chance to see this happening, in all of my life. But you, a famous swordsman, a knight in a woman's body, but...I do feel so weird about having muscles on my back...But doesn't that make you sound not weird?

Saber (Arthur Boyle)) : Yes...I have muscles with a slim body...but I was given a cup size on the melons...yes this body is a woman and weird, and especially hate it! But rest assure...I've discovered that I found the first of the four Top Secret Disks, and the last one should be right here.

Seto : [To Saber] Where exactly?

*scene changes*

Seto : (groans in boredom) This is taking for ever, there's nothing on this island, nothin' but green liquid stuff, burning plants, and eventually prison cells that used to hold prisoners, everybody's dead. But for the warden, what happened to the warden of Prison Island.

Grim : Well...

*flashback*

Grim : [To the Warden] Why are you people keeping the Blue Blur held as prisoner, foolish human? And what are you humans trying to do so on attempting that Sonic was the criminal?

Prison Island Warden : I...I thought he was Shadow so that we could detain him on this island.

Grim : In a color blindful attempt to kill one hero? Nice try, but it seems that all of my men would do for the talking and humans like you should take their responsibilities for letting others take the blame, the way you meant to take Shadow's.

*The Egg Pawns are closing on to the warden*

Prison Island Warden : [in fear] No...N-No...NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

*changes back to the present*

Grim : [To Seto] So you see, Seto? I had to teach those humans a lesson for letting to do all the messes and then had to do all the forbidding.

Seto : [To Grim] You really mean it, grandad? That sounds interesting. 50 bucks saying that this giant military-facility is now washed-up toxic wasteland with all of it's remains.

*hears a board screeching sound*

Seto : [To Grim] Is that the haunted Chalkboard from that cartoon I was watching?

Grim : [To Seto] This is no haunted chalkboard...this is a survivor from the incident.

*They see a G.U.N Soldier making screech sounds with Knife*

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : What do we have here? A visitor? A fellow survivor? Must be my lucky day. I'll go talk to him.

*walks over to the soldier*

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : Excuse me, sir? Are you ok? Do you need some help or anything? Sir, I am asking you a question. Do you seriously need like some therapy session or--Woah!

G.U.N Soldier : Gaaaah!!!

*gets caught by the G.U.N Soldier*

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : Hey! Hey! Hey! What are trying you to do, stab me!?

G.U.N Soldier : Grim reaper! I remember your face coming down to this facility. I've been in Prison Island's bunker for four years and had eaten every single food and water once in my life! You all saw the same the thing, the Kusakabe Family, the madness, all just part of the influence of Shinra and tell who in the hell is Demon Vibe, that Sabotaged Shinra's world?

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : *Straining* He...He opposed himself as the mysterious evangelist and he wanted all of us dead, but we helped Shinra to stop him and banished him to that dimension where he could never be forgiven!

G.U.N Soldier : [To Saber] Guess what...? I used to be a firefighter like you, I saw everything, Demon Vibe wanted to use Shinra's world as a hot bathing ball of death and destruction, he wanted to use all 8 hearts to unleash the darkness that is Demon Vibe, I tried to get a hold of him, but I died, and then becoming the bod of another soldier.

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : Yeah? Well that's in the past! We're just looking for the Top Secret Disks! Those Disk could lead to the unknown truth about 50 years of Shadow's past.

G.U.N Soldier : You want it? You got it!

*releases Saber*

*DBZ SFX : Thud*

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : *coughs out*

G.U.N Soldier : There is no way that the Ohkuboverse long gone, The truth about it was hidden by the influence of Shinra Kusakabe, and the industry had nothing but to blame Shinra, blame the entire world for it! But for Gerald, he put the blame on humanity by mistake, he only want revenge on not us, but Black Doom! That's all he ever had to do!

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : Why is that?>

G.U.N Soldier : Because...Bad Parenting! Why in God's name would he trust an alien to give Shadow's life!? Just for the sake of parenting!? But congratulations on making it this far, I've got the last Top secret right here, and if you don't mind, Shadow has already acquired the Chaos Emerald at another castle. Here just take it, I won't be needing it anymore. *he holds out the fifth and last Top Secret Disk*

*Sonic SFX : Cha-ching*

Charmy : The Top Secret Disk! I got the last one!

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : This should be a piece of cake.

*Takes the disc*

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : Mission accomplished.

Charmy : [To Saber] : That's exactly what I'm going to say.

[Round Clear by Jun Senoue]

Charmy : Great! Now let's get these to Vector right away.

*before the group leaves*

G.U.N Soldier : [To Saber] Arthur...Listen to me...I have one request from the Ohkuboverse.

*the group stops*

G.U.N Soldier : ...The World is gonna burn for what we did to ourselves.

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : Huh? N-No! Don't! STOP!

*G.U.N Soldier committs Hara Kiri by neck*

All : [exclaims]

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : *gags+covers mouth*

Charmy : [In horror] ...Okay. I think that was the scariest thing I ever seen a man committing suicide in my entire life.

Seto : He...He committed suicide before he noticed on telling the truth about what happened to your world. Isn't that right, Arthur Boyle? *take a sip of her hot chocolate*

[Tragedy by Kenichi Tokoi]

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : (sighs) It's true. After Shinra created the New World that is Soul Eater, I realize that Excalibur was the only who could never die, but eventually, he did die when the Time Eater had no reaction of that Excalibur Face meaning that Excalibur is not very affective to him. So...Both the Time Eater and it's relative, Homura Akemi, annihilated all of us with expungement and erased the Ohkuboverse for good riddance Shinra was scolded for creating the New World. And now...look at me, this is what I become...As an aide to the Devil who saved all of humankind in the Ohkuboverse, I used to be a handsome dude who has blonde hair and blue eyes like me, but the loss of the Ohkuboverse, I lost my own body, and resurrected into a new one by going through reincarnation, but it's not reincarnation or not just reincarnation, it was Isekai Resurrection from the Nasuverse,and I, Arthur Boyle, still proclaim that everyone in Japan calls me Saber, but my real name is Arthur, I'm a man trapped within a woman's body. I've got nothing but my self in the real world.

Seto : And then what happened?

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : So after that resurrection stuff, the only job that I could ever get from the Nasuverse was to be a stuck up servant who serves nothing but teenagers like him.

*a photo of Saber and the Fate S/N is shown*

Seto : That's your resurrected form, you're a servant that serves youths?

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : Yes, that's me and the group, we were part of a large game that serves nothing but teenagers, but apparently, the game that I played turns out to be a visual novel made by type moon, the creators of the Nasuverse, and I believe that this considered to be made for grown ups, but despite being an H-game, I do believe that the servants have acted their selves as a power system, but why would me, a man woman's body, would offer a young boy's just to have sex?

*Shadow the Hedgehog SFX : Mission Failed*

Seto : Ehh, what? You offered to do what with boys? [To Grim] Master, what is Sex? Does Sex have to be a thing in the Nasuverse

Grim : [To Seto] Only when you grow up, and you are right? Sex can be a thing in the Nasuverse.

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : If I was something kid-friendly and not kid-friendly about being a major part of the nasuverse, then you could say that--"SEX" IS REALLY A THING IN THE NASUVERSE! That's what it is, in the world of Fate, Teenagers offers me to have nothing but "Sex" in the plot! Oh what am I going to do about a man in a woman's body giving SEX!?

[Comedy by Hideaki Kobayashi]

Charmy : Ooh, geez. I mean...heheheh...Take it easy, men. You use the word "Sex" on TV, Oh wait, you can say that on TV.

Seto : [To Saber] Maybe you're going to need some serious counciling, so what are you thinking about being a man in a woman's don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this.

Charmy : And of course. [chuckles] We gotta give these to Vector.

Vector via Walkie Talkie : CHARMY! WHAT'S TAKING YOU SO LONG!? HURRY UP AND GATHER THOSE TOP SECRET DISKS!

Charmy : [on Walkie Talkie] Leave it to me, Vector! I'll lead them to your way!

Vector via Walkie Talkie : Good. Good. But how are you going to be at Eggman's base? Espio and I needed those discs!

Charmy : Easy! Just jump right through to this Warp pipe!

*SMB2 Victory Fanfare*

Charmy : [To All] Alright, who wants to go first?

Saber (Arthur Boyle) : I do. Even though, that I am a man in a woman's body, but I guess you could say that it's ladies first. Time to go!

*Mario Jumping+Warp Pipe Sound*

Grim : [To Seto and Charmy] You heard the man, ladies first. That means you, Seto.

Seto : Hai. Time to head to the base!

*Mario Jumping+Warp Pipe sound*

Grim : You there, bumblebee. Get in. We need to head for the doctor's base.

Charmy : [To Grim] Yeah, uhh, no problem.

*Jump+warp pipe sound*

Charmy : CANNONBALL!

*WARP PIPE SOUND*

Kaguya the Clown : Now I finally understand, what you beings of the planet that you really are. Protecting the planet was your priority, I mustn't let anyone done that, even if it costs us the planet itself.

"What will happen next if one's universe could lead to the downfall?"

~ Mission 09 : The Shell of a Woman ~

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triglycercule · 10 months ago

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firm cross is part of the star sanses believer

IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE TO PUT HIM IN THE GANG???? HE'S NOT A BAD GUY BRO IS LITERALLY FIGHTING TO SAVE HIS UNIVERSE. PLUS HE HATES NIGHTMARE AND (PROBABLY KILLER)

if you put him in the gang then it's a damn 5v3 not considering error bc he's simply too good for nightmares gang. anyways BUT if you put him in the stars it's a 4v4 which makes for more interesting and just even fights. what's the point in beating up the stars with an extra member when literally 70% of the time in fics they're ALWAYS on a losing streak???

character wise cross fits a lot better in the stars too. first off he literally left nm. cross has fought alongside both dream AND ink in underverse. cross is like a swap sans varient. cross is trying to become a better guy and help his world. also he literally doesn't even know about horror and dust. also he could get a (not ooc) well deserved therapy arc if he joined the stars

moral of the story: cross is NOT a bad guy and he would NOT be part of the bad sanses. he is so much closer to becoming part of the stars than anything

also i think i'm just a stickler for no repetition and symmetry but both cross and dust have purple blush. cross's secondary color is purple. that's weird there should only be one purple blusher. so give cross to the stars and then it'll be even (cyan muted dark blue grayish purple and muted red) (rainbow (i aint like the rest of yall ass blush) yellow pastel blue and pastel purple)

#tricule rant

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xadoheandterra · 1 year ago

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F A L L E N

Series: Purple Stars

Story: F A L L E N Fandom: Undertale Scenes: I | II | III | IV Characters: Wing Dings Aster [W. D. Gaster], Toriel Dreemur, Rivers [Riverperson] Tags: Angst, implied murder, non-consensual soulbonding, implied child abandonment, zalgo text Summary: A SOUL shattered, and in doing so began to FALL, and FALL, and FALL, and FALL….

A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ fell, and fell, and fell. He did not know how long he fell, really, in the depths and darkness of shadows, ink, and ichor only that he fell. He fell and felt too full and too tight and too taunt. He fell and saw people important to him even as the memory of him began to fade from them, as the v̵o̴i̶d̴ took, and took, and took. He had plenty of magic, plenty of time to fall endlessly as the darkness gorged itself and he struggled for control. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ settled himself with the knowledge that at least the catastrophe was contained, at least the labs were safe, at least Sans was alive, and unharmed. His boys would live.

A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ might not.

He did not know for how long he fell before the words came like a reverberation, a resounding sharp staccato that burned in his SOUL. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ had at this point long given up calling out, begging to be heard in the nothingness. He'd long stopped saying, "I'm here, I'm here!" in the hopes of rescue. He'd long accepted he would fall, and fall, and fall until he was dust and goop and v̵o̴i̶d̴--but then Toriel had always had the best timing. She had the best sense of them all.

"̶F̴i̷n̸d̷ ̵h̴i̸m̶.̸ ̶H̷e̷ ̶i̸s̵ ̶n̵o̵t̵ ̸a̷l̸l̸o̶w̶e̴d̸ ̸t̷o̶ ̴d̶i̶e̷.̸"̷

The words echoed, and his SOUL followed suit. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ felt a burst of sharp, crispness, and saw red determined eyes of his Queen. Her face stained black, the way he'd only seen once before as she stared at him, as she pulled tight on their soulbond--as she Commanded. His SOUL cried out--you Command, I Obey--and he felt the rush deep within him, burn him from the inside out. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ cried out, and fell, and fell, and fell.

As he fell he became more coherent, more aware--and as he fell he began to see. It started with Toriel, his soulbond, his Queen. It started with the fight with Asgore; it started with her leaving. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ could not stop her, could not stop Asgore from declaring War.

He loved War. He loved the bloodshed and the violence and the grittiness of it all. He hated that he could not play. He wanted to see how Mage-trash handled skinning, the flaying of flesh as they were kept alive inch by inch by inch. The Queen Commanded, he Obeyed, and so he didn't play.

A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ saw more than just the present, the decades that flew past--the humans, the Mage-trash children that had him seething, furious and frightened in equal measure, that Toriel took in. They all reminded him of Chara, of Asriel, and then of the experiments Asgore asked him to do. They reminded him of his efforts to break the barrier, to escape and expand--and he saw as Asgore sent Sans forward, as Sans confronted each child, as Sans killed.

A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ raged. His boy did not deserve that. Asgore had no right. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ had entrusted his children to the man, had entrusted their safety to the man, had entrusted Sans to the man knowing Asgore to be a bleeding heart, know Asgore would not push his oldest in this way--and Asgore betrayed him.

"̸̹͑S̴̥̀a̵̹̕n̵̞̍s̶͈̓!̴̩̐"̸͖̊

Sans never responded; as A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ reached and begged and pleaded, as he tried to take the blow and kill the Mage-trash himself, Sans never responded. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ was not there. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ did not exist.

A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ fell, and fell, and fell, and let the nothingness become him even as his SOUL affirmed that it had to be alive. It would be alive, again. He would exist. He had to.

Y̶o̵u̸ ̷C̴o̵m̷m̷a̸n̵d̷.̵ ̵I̷ ̸O̴b̸e̴y̵.̶

M̴e̵m̵o̸r̸i̸e̴s̵ ̶f̵e̷s̴t̴e̶r̵e̶d̷.̸

When he was a young babybones A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ met R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵. They were both v̸o̸i̷d̴-̴t̸o̵u̵c̴h̷e̵d̸, parentless little monsters in a world that would do anything to dust them. They were both just the slightest side of off, unaccepted anywhere. Was it any odd then that they both went the littlest bit awry? A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ with his never-ending curiosity, and R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵ who bled shadows and ichor and ink as freely as they ever did. Monsterkind feared them, so they stayed away from the Clans. Humans and Mage-trash thought them abominations, so they stayed away from their settlements except to play.

A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ always knew that one day it must end. They were children, after all, they were bound to be caught at some point. Stars knew A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ had never been good at covering his tracks either way, and he wasn't like R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵ who could open their maw and drop shadows like acid and eat anything without consequence. Eventually either the humans would find a way to end them, bringing the strongest or the cleverest Mage-trash they could to hunt them down, or the Clans would. It just so happened that the Clans won out in the end.

A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ rubbed his wrists together, a frown on his face as he stared at the chains meant to suppress and contain. They didn't contain right, not for him. Skeletons were always beastly magical beings and A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ was no slouch in that respect. For brittle bones he had more magical power than he knew what to do with. The shackles did little to nothing to keep him contained, but he let the guards think so. It was better if they found him docile, if they found him contained and perhaps contrite. He wasn't. He had learned much doing what he'd done, and he knew that knowledge would only serve him better in the years to come.

More years would come, A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ was certain. He had a plan, and he knew R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵ would follow suit. He had heard rumor of the new Queen of All Monsters, and her soft-touch and softer heart. She would not End them, and so they would be free to continue--not as they were, certainly. Oh no, not for years and years as they were. They'd have to be careful, he and R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵. They'd have to be cautious, but eventually, yes, eventually they could play again.

The door to the throne room, really nothing more than a large hall in a smaller city compared to some of the human settlements, was pressed open and A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ and R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵ were escorted in. They were led up the hall, to the throne where the Queen of All Monsters sat, nothing more than a child like them. She looked at them curiously, saw their shackles and frowned. A soft-touch, A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ remembered. This would be easy.

The guards shoved A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ downward, meaty paws tight on the thinbones of A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴'s shoulders. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ grunted in surprise as his knees smacked hard stone. He felt the patella crack and had to withhold the cry at that. He had not felt a bone crack before. The sensation was new; was frightening. Beside him R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵ writhed, suddenly alive where before they had been docile and quiet and well-formed. Now they twisted against the chains, their shape shifted then snapped back into rigidity. They fought against being forced to kneel, even bit the hand of one of the guards who reached for A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ only to be backhanded across the face.

"Enough!" the Queen of All Monsters, soft-touch A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ sneered, ordered and the guards settled back.

R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵ leaned into A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴'s shoulder, and A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ leaned back.

"Who are these two?" the Queen of All Monsters commanded, and the head guard, the one who had captured them, stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"The Ebott murders," the guard said clearly, "as the humans have noted, were clearly done by skilled inhuman hands. They do not consider the Mages suspect given the nature of the crimes, and the lingering magical aspect of them matched more of monsterkind."

"These two are responsible?" the Queen of All Monsters demanded, leaned forward as she looked them over. Soft-touch, soft-touch, A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ chanted softly, ready to hear her say no, they clearly weren't. They were children.

"Yes, my Lady," the guard affirmed.

"Then you know the Judgement," the Queen of All Monsters intoned, and A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ went cold. "They will End."

"What?!" A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ leaned forward, voice strangled, sockets wide as his eyelights became pinpricks of terror. "I--no--you can't--" He did not plead innocence. He could not, would not plead innocence. He would not plead ignorance. He would not beg forgiveness.

The Queen of All Monsters stood to her full height, stared down at them with all six-feet of her beefy form. A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ felt his bones tremble, felt fear for the first time. Beside him R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵ was still, quiet, wrong. She stepped down, once, and stood before the two of them as she stared them down. Her gaze was cold, and ruby-red. Dark, stark black lines drew themselves down her cheeks as she pulled her power tight around her. It was heavy and thick and A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ felt his breath catch. He leaned forward near punch drunk on the feeling, on the taste of her magic.

He wanted. Beside him R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵ twisted, their form wanted to break apart into shadow and ink, but stayed steadfastly firm against their wishes.

"You will find," the Queen of All Monsters said, "that I can."

For the first time A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ did something impulsive, and foolish. For the first time A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ acted without thought. Against the very nature of the shackles he dragged his SOUL out in front of himself, and beside him he felt R̷i̵v̸e̵r̸s̵ follow suit. The Queen of All Monsters stopped, stock still, at their blatant display of their own power even under her own display.

With a heavy voice, and eyes shining purple-black, A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ spoke with magic-laced tongue and SOUL bared forth, "̷I̶ ̷g̶i̵v̸e̴ ̵t̴o̸ ̴t̸h̵e̶e̶ ̷a̴l̸l̵ ̴t̶h̶a̴t̴ ̴I̴ ̸a̵m̵.̵ ̵E̶v̵e̵r̴y̴ ̶c̶u̸r̸s̷e̶d̶ ̶b̸o̵n̶e̸,̷ ̷m̷a̸g̸i̴c̷,̴ ̶a̶n̸d̸ ̵m̶a̴r̷r̶o̸w̴ ̵w̴i̸t̶h̶i̵n̸ ̶m̷e̷.̴ ̸I̵ ̷g̵i̵v̵e̴ ̶t̸o̷ ̶t̸h̶e̸e̷ ̴t̸o̵ ̸k̶e̷e̶p̴s̴a̵k̷e̴ ̶a̸n̸d̵ ̵c̶o̵m̷m̵a̸n̸d̵ ̵m̶y̴ ̵v̷e̵r̶y̴ ̴w̵i̸c̴k̸e̷d̸ ̵s̵o̶u̵l̴.̵ ̶I̴ ̵f̸a̶l̶l̷ ̴w̵h̷e̶n̴ ̶y̵o̸u̷ ̵s̴a̵y̵,̸ ̶a̴n̴d̸ ̷d̴u̸s̶t̷ ̸w̸h̴e̵n̵ ̸y̶o̷u̸ ̸d̸e̵s̶i̶r̸e̴,̵ ̸s̵o̶ ̸t̸h̶a̷t̶ ̸I̸ ̷m̵a̶y̷ ̸b̴e̴ ̸a̴l̵l̶ ̵t̴h̷a̷t̷ ̸y̸o̴u̴ ̶r̴e̴q̶u̶i̴r̸e̷ ̷a̷s̴ ̸s̵h̷i̴e̷l̷d̷ ̶a̴n̴d̸ ̵s̵w̸o̸r̴d̷.̶ ̴M̶y̷ ̸m̷a̴g̶i̵c̷,̶ ̴m̴y̷ ̷s̷o̷u̵l̴,̵ ̸i̴s̸ ̸y̴o̷u̴r̸s̶,̷ ̶L̷a̶d̴y̶ ̶T̴o̴r̴i̵e̴l̸ ̸D̶r̵e̴e̷m̷u̷r̵r̸,̸ ̸Q̵u̶e̵e̶n̸ ̴o̷f̷ ̵A̶l̷l̷ ̴M̷o̶n̵s̷t̶e̴r̴s̷.̴ ̶S̸o̸ ̶s̴w̸o̷r̸n̸ ̶o̴n̴ ̸t̴h̸e̶ ̴V̶o̷i̶d̸.̶"̷

The connection was instantaneous, and the following darkness was all A̷s̷t̵e̵r̴ knew for two-hundred years following it.

N̸o̶.

T̷h̶a̸t̶ ̷i̸s̴ ̸n̷o̸t̴ ̶m̴e̶ ̶a̶n̴y̴ ̷m̶o̸r̶e̵.̵

#undertale #fanfic #fic: f a l l e n #fic: purple stars #wd gaster #toriel #angst #implied bad gaster

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misunderstood-muses · 2 years ago

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Promise (Part 18)

All the torches were lit, and candles had been placed out, a pathway lit up to the helm where Hongjoong stood in front of the ship's wheel.

Seonghwa stood behind me as I took a deep breath. We were standing just out of sight, the final preparations being done before I went through this ceremony to officially become a member of the Promise.

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“Don’t be so nervous.”

“Everyone is staring.”

“We’ve all had to do this. It’s something to be celebrated, not feared.”

“Easy for you to say, it was just you and Hongjoong when this started.”

He chuckled,and I felt him slip his borrowed dagger from its sheath on my hip.

“Here. For you.” He stepped in front of me and held out something wrapped in a cloth.

He nodded towards it and I took it, carefully pulling the fabric back to reveal another dagger. This one was thinner than his, silver, with a few jewels in the handle.

“Seonghwa, this is beautiful. You didn’t have to do all this. A regular one would have been fine.”

“We wanted you to have this. Wooyung, Yeosang and I. There’s something from each of us there. This one,” He said, touching the red jewel right above the cross-guard, “from Wooyoung.”

He moved up a little further, touching a green jewel on the grip, set in a spot that would not be in the way, “Yeosang. And then this one. Mine.”

He tapped a blue jewel on the pommel, “It was from the blade that brought you to me. There were two on it. I have the matching one set on mine. Now, no matter what, we can be connected. And soon,” He said, rubbing my wrist, “We’ll be even more connected.”

He pulled me in for a kiss. I knew that was a pivotal moment in all of our lives, and I was somewhat surprised Wooyoung and Yeosang had let him give this to me on his own. But I was also thankful for that. Seonghwa had been my first love. The man I was sure would die and haunt my Inn, but had made it through and been determined to stay with me ever since. It was only fitting that we started this next chapter in our lives with just the two of us as well.

Someone cleared their throat and we parted, seeing San.

“It’s time.”

“I love you.” Seonghwa said, slipping the new dagger into the sheath. I wasn’t even surprised that it fit perfectly.

“I would say you could walk her down the aisle, but I think that’s a different ceremony.” San said, flashing a mischievous grin.

I tried to let his good mood settle my nerves. Shaking out my limbs, I took my first steps across the deck and into a new part of my life. One that I would share with people I truly cared about. I had left my home, the people I had loved, for this strange, dry world, thinking I would forever have to miss the things I had treasured down below. Now, I was about to gain it all back, and whatever the price, whatever the heartache it would bring, I would not deprive myself of it any more.

I took the last few steps up to the helm, passing the men I had grown to cherish on the way up. Yunho and Jongho on the bottom steps, Yeosang and Wooyoung next. Mingi was already on the deck with Hongjoong, and I could feel Seonghwa and San’s presence behind me as well. But for the last few steps, my focus was only on Hongjoong. He had on a red coat I had only seen a few times and the energy he was projecting was that of exactly what he was. Not the Hongjoong who visited my Inn, and not even the Captain I saw daily. This was all his true power and glory, a true Pirate King. One who had fought hard to be where he was, not every battle pretty, not every decision moral, but someone who was willing to fight for his crew and for what he wanted, what he deserved.

My breathing was shaky as he only focused on me as I stopped a few feet in front of him.

He nodded and Seonghwa pressed a small block into some ink and passed it to Hongjoong who turned back to me.

“Do you swear to protect this crew and this ship? Do you abide by the rules and the commands of its Captain?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you swear to rely on this crew in times of need and trust them with your life, and in turn let them put their trust in you?”

“I do.”

“Do you swear to continue to show loyalty to this ship, even if its Captain should fall?”

My eyes widened as Hongjoong spoke words of his own demise.

“Yes. I do.” I stuttered out.

His eyes held mine as he stepped forward, holding out his hand for mine, flipping it over to expose my wrist. He pressed the wooden block to it, the wind cooling and drying the damp ink once it was pulled away.

“Then I, Captain Kim Hongjoong of the Promise, swear to show loyalty to you, swear to protect and defend you in times of need, and swear to keep the promise I once made and have been given the chance to finally uphold.”

I wanted to ask what he was talking about but he ran his thumb over mine, distracting me for a moment as he pulled a long needle from the back of the block.

“Your Captain is here for you as you are here for me, and we all welcome you as an official member of this crew.” He said, before making the first mark, the pain was barely there from the poke as the euphoria of the whole event washed over me. Everyone cheered around us but I could only think about the words that he had said. What promise had he made?

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Later that night I was standing on the forecastle deck, still contemplating everything that had happened, feeling the euphoria of finally being a member of the crew, of this family. Something that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I couldn’t stop lightly brushing my fingers over the cloth currently covering the new tattoo.

“You should leave it alone.” Hongjoong said, taking a spot beside me. Many of the crew were using today’s events as an excuse for another celebration including alcohol. I could hear Jongho starting to sing some song and I knew things would only get wilder from there.

“I’m trying. I’m just…happy.” I said, turning my head to look at him. He was staring out at the water.

“What did you mean earlier?”

He turned then. “I figured you would ask that,” He said, sighing, “It’s a long story but I’ll shorten it. A while ago, back before I had my own ship and was hopping from place to place, there was this horrible storm and the ship I was on was ripped apart. I was convinced I would die, convinced I was dead when I heard this voice.”

He turned back to the water, “It was…a woman, at least I thought it was. She was asking me if I would like to be saved. Of course I said yes. Why would I not. But she…she said one day, I would need to help something dear to her, and that my mission until then was to treat her children well until I understood. She made me promise that I would help when the time came.”

My breath was caught in my lungs, unable to make it through my body as I listened to his story.

“Then I woke up on a beach. Convinced I had dreamed the entire thing. Until I met Seonghwa, formed my own crew and things just always seemed to go right.”

“She blessed you,” I said and he finally looked at me again, “The sea. Our mother. She blessed you.”

“I don’t know if she blessed me or just…got me to where she wanted me. When Seonghwa got that slash for Yeosang…the current was suddenly just..moving in the direction of Marh. Then I met you and I finally understood, at least, a little bit. You cared so much for everything around you. Taught us to be kind to the ocean and it’s what we thought were mythical creatures. The ocean brought us to you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would make you sad.”

“It didn’t. I’m happy, so happy. The ocean can be terrifying, temperamental, and even vengeful, but also gentle and loving, supportive. I just didn’t think those last ones applied to me anymore, after what I had done. But she sent you to me. After everything I have done, she still finds a way to show her love. I know it sounds silly but…”

“No. It doesn’t. I felt here. Heard her. I understand. And I made that promise and I will keep it, as well as all my promises to you.”

I raised my hand up to cup his cheek, “Kim Hongjoong. You may be a fearsome pirate, but you are only so fierce to protect your family.”

“Our family.” He said, looking down at my covered wrist.

“Our family. Our mother would be proud.” I said, kissing his cheek and then pulling back, smiling widely and he returned it with his own grin.

“Are you guys going to sit up there and talk all night or are you coming to drink like the pirates you are?”

We both turned to see Mingi, holding two cups in his hand, which he shook, sloshing some of the liquid out and over his hands, a curse coming from his mouth.

“Well Captain? What is the saying? Yo ho ho…?”

“And a bottle of rum.” He answered, cringing, but smiling nonetheless.

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