#kris can't catch a break.

[platyroonism]

ra ta tooey

[lynxgriffin]

I think after the initial shock of it wears off, Kris would just find it really unfair that all their friends get to be cool giant horrors in another universe but they're still a human. Like come on, they just can't catch a break!

[earthstellar]

I think there's a really potentially dark kind of lonely desperation in the way Mirage kidnaps Noah

Like, Noah immediately starts to panic and yell to be let go, and Mirage's response to this is to lock the doors and go faster

It's fucking terrifying from Noah's point of view, he's confused and is in the process of committing a crime--

--He's not just worried about his own safety, he's suddenly been thrown into a high speed, high profile car chase with a multi-vehicle car pursuit and he's going to be unable to help his family if he ends up in prison

And these are city cops in 1994 and Noah is an adult cis male POC, he is absolutely beyond fucked if any of the cops manage to identify him even if they don't outright catch him

And then Mirage creates a copy of him that is sitting in the driver's seat and taunting the fucking cops, fuck fuck fuck

His fear and panic is overwhelming, he's being trapped and driven somewhere and he can't figure out by who or what or for what purpose, and the cops are after him, and if he's busted then what happens to his mother? What happens to his brother?

It's incredible he stays even somewhat calm.

Meanwhile Mirage is fully having a great time.

He finally found a human like Bumblebee did, the human actually found him! How convenient-- Some may even say it's destiny. Even if the human was trying to steal him. Rude!!!

Now he has someone he can play with, though. Optimus might not yell at him too much since it's not really his fault this human tried to steal him.

Stealing the human instead sounds fun to him, actually. Turnabout is fair play, and all that.

And I do believe that on some level, surely Mirage understands this is not great to do, really.

But Mirage also seems really terribly lonely amongst his team; It doesn't feel like he fits in with them quite as well, and we know all the bots miss Cybertron.

Mirage and Bee seem particularly socially oriented, and Mirage seems to be quite possibly even more outgoing than Bumblebee is, based on both of their portrayals in this and the prior film.

So Mirage might have pushed aside his better judgement in the name of companionship and having fun for once, perhaps for the first time in a very long time, fuck it, we ride.

As someone who can't go out and do things because I'm disabled and COVID will take me out, I truly understand the difficulty of forced isolation into perpetuity.

So I can really feel for Mirage -- He just hit his breaking point, and could not resist the joy of treating the highway like the Speedia 500 racetrack, of really letting his rubber burn and having a potential friend along for the ride.

Plus, he got Noah away from the cops, and that's good, right? It must be! I mean he got the attention of even more cops, but they're probably dead now. That was a pretty sturdy road barrier, after all.

But the fear Noah must have felt in that moment is genuinely upsetting.

His brother's life was on the line here, not his own, as far as he's concerned.

And of course, Mirage would not have known that right away, fair enough.

But even when being begged to stop, Mirage egged on more cops, drew more aggro from the authorities than was needed and did so at extreme risk to his passenger, and carried on. He had a good time.

And that's really fucking scary, that Mirage's loneliness and overall sense of isolation was so severe that in many ways it overrode his compassion to some degree.

When Noah is panicking, Mirage was physically feeling Noah's fear. Feet were digging into his interior, fists slapping against his windows, hands gripping him from the inside, tense with anxiety.

We know Mirage cares deeply about Noah, and later on, Kris as well.

But when they first meet, there's this somewhat blatant disregard for Noah's fear that he only sort of half-heartedly, somewhat jokingly even tries to address while he just keeps flooring it.

Sure, at that point, as far as Mirage knows, this dude was just trying to steal him. He doesn't have a feel for who Noah actually is yet. He doesn't know about Kris. He has a right to be a little suspicious, and it's reasonably understandable if he wants to fuck with someone he thinks is just a bog standard petty car thief for a minute.

But Mirage isn't all that suspicious; He knows the power balance is so wildly in his favour that it's sort of whatever, really. Why investigate when you can be driving?

He eventually "tests" Noah when he finally reveals his root mode to him.

And to be fair, he even acknowledges that this is probably a lot for Noah to deal with.

But then he responds to the equivalent of a Barbie doll shaking a twig at him by levelling a charged weapon directly at Noah's head and chest.

We know that Mirage isn't actually going to fire. Probably.

But Noah doesn't, and all he has is a pipe, after a joy ride from hell that scared the living shit out of him and put his entire family's wellbeing at extreme risk.

It's kind of fucked up; Of course it's understandable from both sides, knowing the perspective of both sides. Noah needs that stolen car money. Mirage was about to get stolen.

It's not the greatest situation for them to be meeting in.

But holy shit.

Mirage is a little... Excessive.

Which is consistent with the behaviour we see from him after he gets more familiar with Noah, and we know he's not going to hurt Noah or Kris, and he's just a very energetic type of bot. Okay.

But I wonder how Mirage behaved prior to meeting Noah. How much of his excitability and outgoing nature and willingness to do pretty much anything comes from the joy he gets from having his own human, getting to have a new friend, finally?

How depressed might he have been previously, given how abundantly happy he is, how quick he is to disregard almost anything else in favour of having a friend-- Even if he has to take a human temporarily captive in order to obtain that friendship?

We know his care for Noah ultimately overrides his sense of self-preservation as well.

But Mirage is extremely intense and high energy, and that's interesting, because you wouldn't necessarily think of a fairly isolated, lonely alien lost on a foreign world as being so upbeat and exuberant.

He wants to be happy. And he's very invested in the few people that can make him happy.

Mirage is the definition of ride or die, and that can actually be pretty scary.

He didn't give a second thought to causing at least one likely fatal car crash with his illusions, so that he and Noah could evade arrest.

We already know he's willing to take out humans if need be.

It's a good thing Noah's a good guy, because I can easily imagine Mirage as willing to do nearly anything to keep the new friend he found...

Anyway, my break's over now. lol

[fuckthemforthis]

Maribor recap or long rambling, some pics and trying to make sense in my head:

1. Thank you @chibi-chellist again for reaching out, it meant a lot not to be alone! Rambling about the boys is so much better in person and when it's not one-sided. I enjoyed meeting you and sharing experiences! 💕

2. Kaj pa Ester? is one of the cringiest things I've recently seen, especially dialog wise haha BUT it is also funny and kinda cute. Very teenage-y I guess, with too much lots of kissing and parties for which scenes they used some terrible modern cajke music (like use the good old soul ripping ones that don't mention Elon Musk... teenagers today smh). Anyway, I wouldn't mind it being longer and better developed in the emotional areas which you see they scratched but need deepening to give an actual sense of plot and sense to the movie. Could be due to the fact it was supposed to be a show first tho. However, I couldn't see Bojan's personality, mannerisms or gestures so in that sense I feel he did a great job acting 👏

And THE SCENE. Oh boy. Less sad and more frustrated bojerking. Putting shame aside to admit I would love to have it available on demand, especially for some ragged breathing appreciation...

3. Bought and tried Jan's fav cookies, yaay! They're really soft and don't crumble so I approve and will enjoy. I'm sure sentimental reasons are definitely a big part of why he named them as favorite and when I think about it they really suit him but there are better Slovenian cookies like almost any from Težak bakery in Zreče.

4. Half the venue were teenagers or parents with anything between 4 to 12 year olds. I was surrounded. And since I sat a few rows above the backstage entrance, kids all tried reaching for them as they were going off stage and among all the girls there was an 8 (?) year old boy who reached out and Bojan gave him a high-five... and lemme tell you I very much dislike kids but the way that boy turned and excitedly smiled melted my icy heart.

5. Third concert of theirs, third time on Jan's side. And I think Kris somehow knows & takes revenge by not singing NGVOT whenever I'm in the audience 😔

Well Krisko, princess dear, no photos of you 😝

6. Found it adorable how as ASTP was starting, Nace went to drink some water, took his bottle and clinked it against Jure's 🥂

7. Love that Maks was there again, I like the guy. At some point during the concert he was leaning on the fence above me taking pics and I missed half a song watching him work 🙈

8. As I was behind the loudspeakers, I heard Bojan's singing fine, but talking barely because it was often too distorted. What I did hear was him saying we came there for a workout to burn all the cookie calories from the last few days... and boy are you on the wrong track because I came back home with four different packs of cookies 🍪

9. Band dad Niko's daughter was with him watching the concert from next to the stage and he danced with her and it was adorable. The existence of good dads baffles my poor unloved ass...

10. We all know how in the setlist there's a connection between Padam and Demoni because Bojan even sometimes said "and when we fall they come", but I realised the chain starts with Dopamin. First you get a dopamine rush and feel like flying but soon you experience a crash because your body used up all the good stuff and then comes the falling and the demons (and then you go back to someone so the demons would go away but that someone just plays you again - if I wanna extend it to Katrina). Yes it's kind of a concert - post concert sadness - concert rinse&repeat metaphor

11. Janči had problems with his pedalboard for the first two or three songs, he and Kiki spent minutes fiddling with it trying to get it to work. Poor guy can't catch a break.

12. So yeah, the last point is based on Jan being sick, but it's actually about the main reason I like them so much - the connection, love and care they share.

I realised Jan wasn't okay during the concert so Bojan just confirmed it for me. He obviously still slayed, and he went to play at the front a lot, but there were telling moments.

A) When Bojan came to Jan at one point and rubbed his back in a very non performative way, squeezing at his shoulder and whispering something.

B) When Jan plopped down during Padam I thought "not when he usually goes down, is he okay?" and then Bojan leaned down to stroke his hair.

C) The most telling of all, when he sat down during Umazane misli. I kept looking at him, ignoring the left-front-right karaoke. He looked so tired and off, put his head in his hands and then Kiki gave him a bottle of water. When Nace turned around and noticed him like that, he smiled encouragingly and told him it's okay three times (yep they were close enough to read lips) and that's when I was 100% sure something was wrong and he was either feeling off emotionally or sick. He then got up, went to the front, played his ass off and only when he was walking back was it visable again for a moment how empty his expression was.

D) Jure coming to comfort him and cheer him up as soon as he could lift his ass away from those drums, leading him to the front where in the end Jan turned out to be the one stroking Nace's back in a "yeah it's okay" kinda way

E) As they were leaving for the final time, someone gave Jan a wrapped present he looked actually happy about and he threw back a pick but it fell where the person couldn't reach so Nace took over making sure the person gets it.

That's it. They are all utterly beautiful. And anyone who knows me, knows I use that word to describe people first and foremost on the inside. Beautiful.

[krispdreemurr]

one thing I feel is that like, the tension of Kris being possessed and no one (except Ralsei?) realizing can't hold thru to ch 7. like, it's fascinating rn but there's only so far "no one catches on" can be pushed and with things like Noelle clearly being alerted, an entire chapter spent with Kris' mom right there paying attention to them, Kris ramping up their drastic actions, etc, things are going to break sooner rather than later.

my guess on the When is ch 5 - that leaves a comfortable amount of time for reactions, and if the reveal is a cliffhanger or near the end it'd explain why the next block of chapters was originally meant to be 3-4-5. it could come as soon as the end of ch3, tho!

now how everyone will react is a very different question

[frikatilhi]

Bojan joining the sad bojere bitches club after seeing the shirtless photos of Jere, Alessandra and Häärijä. Jere hung out with another artist backstage on Tavastia, is nothing sacred anymore? 😥

Bojan just can't catch a break 😤

Bojan is absolutely texting him (or the sister-wife group chat) pics of himself squeezing his titties like "see Jere I can do it too please just come to London and I'll let you motorboat", in between of losing it and deteriorating on Insta and Twitter, typing "I love you guys" with one hand and crying

First Kris steals Damon (or the other way around, who the f knows anymore) and now this betrayal 😭😭😭😭

[nyaagolor]

the gavin brothers have been occupying my mind recently. Smth smth Gavin alle Vongole

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"Prosecutor Gavin speaking," Klavier says, the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder as he sorts through his disaster of an office-- that case file has to be *somewhere* in this stack.

"Ah, good evening. This is the California central prison," says the voice on the other end. Klavier's heart drops into his stomach. "Your br-- um. Kristoph wishes to speak to you."

"Tell him to fuck off," Klavier snaps back, and the line is dead before the other man has a chance to respond.

Ten minutes later, they call again. He does not pick up. 

Five minutes later, again. And again. 

And again. He should have known that not even prison could stop the charismatic hurricane that was Defense Attorney Kristoph Gavin. 

He sighs and picks up the phone on the tenth call.

"I am not speaking with him," Klavier snaps.

"I'm hurt," says the other voice, and Klavier realizes with a start that it's not the guard from before. Klavier's breath catches in his throat.

"*Kristoph?*" he says, hoping that his voice doesn't waver.

"I know this may come as a shock, but I have the displeasure of informing you that I am not yet dead, and as your brother, I have come to ask you..." It's Kristoph's voice that sounds tight now, and Klavier can almost see his knit brows and pinched expression over the phone, "... a favor."

Klavier's anger reaches a fever pitch. "Are you fucking serious, Kris?"

"I would not be doing this if I had other options," Kristoph says evenly.

"No, I'm... god, fuck off. I told you I never wanted to speak to you again and I mean it."

His finger is over the end call button before he can think about what he's doing.

"Klavier *please*," Kristoph says, and the rawness gives him pause.

They stay silent for a moment, Klavier unable to disguise the heavy breathing brought on by the rage that still pounds thunderously in his heart. Kristoph clears his throat, and speaks with a tone of desperation that makes Klavier feel sick.

"They won't let me see Vongole. Can you bring her?"

Klavier almost throws the phone to the ground. "That's it? That's all you wanted to ask me about? You're dying tomorrow and the only thing you want me to do is bring you your damn *dog*?"

"You don't have to come in," Kristoph explains as though he hadn't heard. "The guards will bring her to me."

Klavier scoffs. "I can't believe you. Is this the last conversation we're gonna have? Is the only thing on your mind *still* what I can do for you? After all of this? You don't even... you... you just want the dog?"

"You do not need nor want me, Klavier, and in twenty four hours I can promise that my presence will not trouble you again."

"*Fine*," Klavier spits, "I'll bring the dog."

He expects Kristoph to hang up the phone immediately, but he doesn't. Klavier can imagine him now, lingering in the doorway to the room, the slightest hint awkward, the slightest bit unsure. It's a foreign feeling, and after a moment of hearing each other's soft breathing on the phone, Klavier breaks the silence.

"Why do you want to see Vongole so bad? This is the first time you’ve asked to see her," he asks, barely a whisper. A part of him hopes Kristoph didn't hear him.

"I want to say goodbye to the last thing that cares about me."

The line goes dead without fanfare.

[annas-hair-donut]

WIP Tag Game

As everyone knows by now, I probably won't be writing any more new fanfic (but I will finish Head Over Feet). But since @the-red-butterfly tagged me I'll leave this bittersweet list of what could have been:

And If I Change My Mind (Frozen, Kristanna) This is a long fic continuation of the Bandana AU where Anna works in Kris' garage. Lots of friends-to-lovers vibes, forbidden love, workplace romance, trauma recovery, jealousy (Anna was going to date Mattias for a bit there), and I was also going to have some Belle/Ryder shipping going on (trust me, they'd be great together).

C U Next Tuesday (Frozen, Helsa) This was supposed to be for Frozen Smut Week, but, unfortunately, I spent all my time on Good Cop, Bad Cop instead. Hans is a straight-A student, but can't seem to catch a break in his economics class. His TA is a stuck-up B who tells him to come to office hours if he wants any help. He refuses to ask for help, though, even if it means raising his grade. Then one night at a bar, he meets this mysterious woman who shows him what it's really like to be helpless and BDSM changes his life (for the better).

Keelhaul (Frozen, Rydoff) This is another Smut Week fic that didn't happen. Ryder is a stowaway on Kristoff's pirate ship. He was going to be keelhauled (tied on a rope and dragged in the water next to the ship - usually a death sentence), but then Kristoff decides he would do some keelhauling of his own in his cabin.

Sittin' in Your Tree (Frozen, Kristanna) It's sort of a song fic based on the song "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched. Extremely shy widower Kristoff has a second chance with his neighbor from childhood when he enrolls his daughter in her Irish dance class.

Sunflowers Vol. 7 (or so) (Frozen, Kristanna/Rydoff/Hansanna) Based on the song Sunflowers Vol. 6 by Harry Styles. Kristoff (a veterinarian) and Anna (Elsa's chief of staff) are happily married with kids, but Kristoff has a secret he's been hiding from Anna. When Kristoff moves to a new clinic, he meets vet tech Ryder, and Kristoff can no longer keep his secret. Anna leans on worst enemy/douchebag ex-boyfriend/obnoxious lobbyist Hans for support and old feelings rekindle. Told from dual POV.

Anyway, that's what I got!

No pressure tagging: @thefamilybruno @bad-at-names-and-faces @butchbetty @glassslippers-n-cowboyboots @thecassadilla

[loodgack]

now that the year is ending, let's take a look at, how I wrote the relationship between HN characters in the past 5 years.

the funny thing is, everyone has different relationships and I really like writing these and experimenting. separating storylines and creating new ones. maybe because I'm a writer!

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🍓Neighbor and Nicky(Player) OPTION 1: lovers. this is entirely crack ship and headcanons based, it has little to nothing to do with any canon. if I had to put it short, then it's the sassy Neighbor from the early era and the Player character. not nicky for sure. the way the original fandom wrote them. usually the "I chase my prey in a big house, because he keeps breaking in, we're addicted to each other because we're both lonely, and I catch him" base plot. nothing more, people often read too much into it. I have quite a few au's (my first ever au, where Nicky was a journalist, other au's where Nicky takes the role of prealpha player entirely, but I still call him Nicky because yes. The return is a strong exception from all of these, that's my only AU, which is based on the final storyline of HN and happens when the act 3 opening happens. that's the only AU I have, where Nicky is actually Nicky from the og HN game. it was actually hard to write it)

🍓Neighbor and Nicky(Player) OPTION 2: this is an entirely separated option and universe from the first one. would say even, that the characters are entirely different, and my writings show it. it strongly connects to the beta3 family storyline. Nicky is obviously not Nicky here either, because during that storyline, Player was different. I can separate stories and relationships and characters, because so could the HN canon and I'm no different from it; however, Nicky is strongly headcanon based here too, because we don't know his actual personality in beta3. this second option shows the same bodies, with different souls; they're a family. they're related, they don't like each other but a generational trauma connects them. (examples are The kri origins and a few more unreleased AU's, in which they're blood related. I wrote only a few, despite I really like the beta3 storyline.) this option obviously focuses on them as a family, and how they're trying to put their differences aside to function as one, just like in the beta 3 storyline. option 1 and 2 never connect, but I think it's needless to say it.

🍓Smith and HGQuentin: allies. I think in all of my au's, these two are either allies, friends, or a couple. but allies for sure. I'm aware that Smith and Quentin wasn't going to have the best relationship in the canon, that's partly why Smentin exists to begin with. smith is a loner on purpose and Quentin is just an unlucky, loveable loner. in the AS rewritten plot, Quentin is simply on Smiths side, but there are AU's in which these two aren't the center of attention, there it's up to the reader to decide things. but they're allies for sure.

🍓HGQuentin and Neighbor: I mean the HG Quentin here, because I separate Quentins as well. I think I have one HG au, where they're strangers, everywhere else, they're the way Ike Gershowitz and Theodore were in the books. a brother-like relationship, which is trust based "you can always count on me" type. best friends since childhood, but they never argue, because you can't argue with a sweetheart like Quentin.

🍓Smith and Bea: they dislike each other.

🍓Smith and Neighbor: they hate each other. so much, you can't leave them in the same room, because one would murder another. in the Kri origins, Smith and Neighbor are forced to get along, because Smith and Quentin are together and Neighbor and Quentin are like brothers.

🍓Quentin and Beatrix: siblings. or have a sibling-like relationship. it doesn't mean that Bea doesn't look down on Quentin or doesn't find him weird, but I strongly keep the sibling thing, ever since they were introduced. AND MY OH MY!✨

🍓Beatrix and Neighbor: platonic. this one is a very interesting thing to write and think about. I can't see them as a couple with sexual stuff(this doesn't mean that I'll never try writing an au), but in general, I can strongly see them having a thing for each other vice versa. Neighbor is strong and hot af, and Bea wants to hold onto strong men and bond with them. she avoids the hints (Neighbor would surely nonstop flirt with her) but is thankful for the man's loyalty.

🍓Nicky and Smith: they interact in exactly one story so far, and it's the Kri origins. Nicky/Player is an adult there too. they seem to be fine with each other, both of them knowing that Neighbor is just something else. but it's nothing special. would say, they're neutral.

🍓journalist!Quentin and Neighbor: they dislike each other. Quentin's relationship with others is kinda the same as HG Quentin's. despite I think that Norman Darby was HN2 Quentin at some early point, I usually separate Darby and include him as different character.

🍓journalist!Quentin and Smith: enemies to lovers. not exactly, but in short, maybe that's the most fitting sentence. they're rivals, enemies, they don't have the chemistry that HGQuentin and Smith absolutely has in HG. and I can turn them into allies/lovers, but it's much harder to do so. journalist is nowhere as innocent as HGQ was. I have one more interesting headcanon, which is that Gerda and Beatrix had a fight, and Gerda ended up killing her. that's how she owns Imbir now.

that's all for now.

[dont-touch-the-flower-child]

I am thinking about how in Undertale Asriel and Chara are not only siblings but also BEST FRIENDS while in Deltarune Kris is just. Asriel's sibling. Like I have no doubt that Asriel loves them but his best friend is probably someone else

in Undertale Chara and Asriel were similar in age but in Deltarune Asriel is explicitly the older brother. ALSO Chara and Asriel both felt the weight of the kingdom on their shoulders as royal children and that's why they bonded so much and felt they were the only ones who understood each other... but Kris in Deltarune is Hometown's Known Weird Kid and people don't nearly expect as much from them as they do from their overachiever brother i think

Deltarune Azzy's best friend is most likely someone his own age and shares his pressure to always be Perfect... and that person would be Dess Holiday, whose mom is the Very Strict and Humorless mayor who expects a lot from her daughters

And now Dess being missing would mean Asriel once again lost his best friend...poor boy can't catch a break

[lynxgriffin]

I like to imagine that sans and Papyrus are the same people from Undertale and DR I'm Eldritchrune judt wearing human costumes.

So when Kris brings all the Eldritch beasts back to Hometown, they just nope out back to Undertale

Oof that would be pretty bad if they nope on back to the universe where they're stuck underground! Sans can't catch a break!!

Although skeletons wearing human costumes sounds really freaky and unsettling, but when you think about it...aren't we all actually just...skeletons in human costumes...

[earth-b0y]

👄 + Kri's dads?

Oh, those two. They really can't catch a break from you guys! I think they're really doing their best to be good dads for Kri, which I really appreciate. But at the same time.. it's pretty volatile over there. Partly because of the stuff you guys pull all the time, but also... I think Henry and Edwin need to get better at communicating with each other. I can tell they really love each other, and I can tell they're really trying to make everything work...

I don't know. I'm not grown up enough to know exactly what needs to happen

[krispdreemurr]

yesterday upon the stair

[wrote a little thing set in my wildly theoretical pre-reset deltarune timeline, examining the diversion point and the first few moments where it got started.

thank you to Mel @everyone-needs-a-hoopoe and my partners so much for ideas, beta-ing, letting me ramble incoherently abt Kris at them, etc]

The sun is shining, high above. The world is caught in a single beam of sunlight, a ray that crosses from heaven to earth to something deeper down.

It doesn't warm their skin.

They've been walking in the beam for a long time, climbing up steps of frozen light. There's something higher up they need to reach.

There's something far below they don't want to see again.

For a moment, they look down and see the sea of shifting silver.

Then they lift their gaze again.

There's a man beside them, a man who's been there the entire time, matching their steps. The light catches off his face, renders him hard to see, but he is shaped a little like a human.

They want to ask him things. To open their mouth.

No sound. Any sound is drowned out by the light. It speaks for them and speaks through them and anything it hasn't said is barred from them. Their throat fills with gold and they're forced to swallow, coughing, feeling it burn away something inside, feeling reduced.

They try again. Gentler, softer, without opening their mouth at all, without daring to disturb the sunlight.

They ask a question.

The man tilts his head, lifts his hands. They don't know sign well, but meaning writes itself anyways. “You may need to speak up a little more than that,” he says, grinning - or is his face just like that? “Still. It was a good try.”

They nod, focus. Try to catch hold of how he's gently imposing meaning, divorced from motion and from sound.

They ask his name.

“An excellent question,” he answers. “The light offers a choice of roles I could take, but many would limit me. Still, there's one here, half-formed, almost struggling to escape my notice. A role at the edges, but a critical one.”

The grin widens.

“So please address me as Dr. Gaster.”

(A crack of bone. A break in the world. Was his face always broken that way, the deep gashes through it, up and down?)

“It doesn't hurt,” he reassures them. “Simply a part of the process.”

They ask another question. This one is simpler.

“The process of leaving this place to elsewhere.” The man lifts a hand up. “This world you've cut - I suspect nothing of your kind was meant to last here, much less my kind. The gaze it affords backstage is returned in kind with a brighter gaze on us. And so, you will leave, and you will cut down and not up the next time, and we will return only prepared.”

They tilt their head, puzzled. Next time? Returning?

He turns to look at them, expression unreadable.

“You understand it, do you not? Even if you and I cannot name it. You have met with a senseless tragedy tonight, and asked for an answer even as you fought for your escape. And here is that answer. Here is the hand that cast the dice and wrote our stories. Mine, that ended before we ever met; yours, meant to take this moment as backstory and continue on with whatever cruel play it asks of you.”

They don't ask what tragedy. Even now, in this hazy space, if they look down they still see silver waves of dust lapping against their feet.

The man continues on as if their downward gaze was an answer. “We were not meant to see, and yet we have. And with knowing, we see an answer. If we claim this story and seize the role of playwright–”

He laughs, silent, filling the space between them with static.

“Then that should prove very, very interesting.”

If they manage it, then, they start to ask, if they succeed in this…

They can't go on. Her name is too loud, even to imply.

He pauses, then turns. Holds out a hand.

He nods, once.

They take the hand, and walk on.

The light brightens, brightens, as they walk in silence. They don't look up or down, just keep walking.

Just as the weight of the light becomes painful, there is a grey door, incongruously set to the side of the spiral staircase hovering gently in the air.

The man opens it, and beyond is blessed quiet dark.

He steps through, not letting go of their hand, and they move to follow, but–

Just for a moment. Just for a moment, one eye closed like it could protect them, they glance up

and

the sun gazes down on them, and there is no malevolence, there is no hate, there is love and love and love and it is a love that splits flesh and bone and muscle apart and lifts their soul up in its hand a tiny pale light against the beautiful sun and it loves them so much as it opens its mouth and

They are pulled through, forcibly, and the door closes behind them.

They're sprawled on the floor of the bunker, shaking, tears running from one eye. Their brother's voice is coming from somewhere far away, accompanied by metallic pounding, but they still can't make out words.

The floor hatch is behind them. Closed.

For a second, they just look at it. Remembering her stumbling, trying to catch herself, then dropping silently. Her expression in the flickering beam had been bemused, not surprised.

They'd scrambled down the ladder (hatch dropping behind them with a clang), flashlight slipping from their hand as they called her name again and again into the dark. It had been so dark there, and they'd crawled across the floor for what felt like hours, hunting for her, for the flashlight, for anything. The room had been so impossibly cold.

When they'd finally found the light, though, it had been so small.

A few shelves with cans of supplies. A few machines against the walls, squat and looming. Tables with computers and with unknown devices.

On the floor, by the ladder, a little pile of silvery dust.

In a chair, still dressed in tattered rags, almost relaxed as it gazed at Kris with empty eyesockets–

Then the scramble up the ladder, trying to shove the locked hatch up and away, jamming their little pocket knife into the cracks between hatch and ceiling to try and break locks or remove rust or do anything at all to get out and they'd caught hold of something pierced in and the light had spilled outward and and and–

There's something in their hand.

They look down, see the skeletal hand wrapped around theirs.

For a long moment, they just stare - then they sit up, shoving it into their hoodie pocket. They wipe at their eye with a sleeve, feel a flare of pain but manage to dry the tears.

They stand, and they walk to the door.

Beyond, pale winter sunlight, and a brother relieved and a sister in shock, and questions they cannot answer with their voice still drowned and gone.

But they have a promise to hold to.

They close their eyes and remember a truer, brighter sun.

They see, again and again, how good it will be to watch it fall.

[frikatilhi]

Sad bojere bitches thoughts.

Jere sending a selfie of him snuggled up with Pekka to Bojan. Because haha, look how small he is compared to Pekka.

Bojan, who still hasn't got any dick during his London dick quest, realises he can't measure up to the Finnish giant and has a meltdown. He can't give Jere what Pekka or his other older and taller boyfriend candidates can, so what's the point of pining after Jere?

So Bojan continues his dick quest with even more determination because fuck it all.

Poor Bojan. He really can't catch a break, can he?

Every guy he tries to hit on falls for Kris instead. Jere is having the time of his life with giant hockey players who can spoon him so much more efficiently than Bojan ever could. His pathetic pyjamas have nothing on the leggings game those Finns got going on. Jere looks healthy and happy and his cheeks are red and so pinchable and Bojan wants to gnaw his own arm off at the thought that he wasn't the one to do that for him.

So he throws himself even more eagerly into his Quest for Dick, doesn't go for those cool, artist dudes anymore and definitely doesn't introduce them to his friends, but lowers his standards, stays in the shadier side of London, closes his eyes and thinks of England and does what he feels he must. The thing is, he soon finds out that while dick is, in fact, what he is after and prefers, it really does matter who that dick is attached to. And there really is only one that he needs or wants. Which is very a very depressing observation in his current situation.

Uhhhmmmm anyway something something JO intervention Jere finally visiting happy end penis happens yes yes *runs for cover*

[fallenwillow21]

“Hes back!” (1st person)

I set ralsei on his bed after he fainted, he mumbled something like "don't leave me" and "please stay", but I can't stay here forever, he knows that. I sighed, petting ralsei's head, I heard a knock on the door. I got up, going to the door, opening it.

"Wow, your actually in here"

Susie said, then looking at ralsei.

"Holy shit, did you-"

I kicked her leg before she can finish her sentence.

"Ow! You ass! I was joking!"

"Can you lower you voice?"

Susie looked at me after I said that.

"Anyways, we're about to leave"

I looked back at ralsei, the prince was sleeping peacefully. I sighed, looking back at susie.

"Ok, give me a minute"

Shutting the door, I walked back to ralsei's bed. I set my scarf next to him, then kissing his forehead.

"Sorry my prince, but I have to leave.."

I left the castle, seeing susie, Noelle, and berdly wait for me.

"Finally, hurry up next time!"

Susie said, as lancer laughed, then started to speak.

"Yea blue person!"

The two then started laughing. I looked at the other two, asking them a question.

"What did you two think about castle town?"

The two looked at each other, then the bird spoke.

"It's impressive that you two are friends with a prince"

Berdly said, making susie laugh.

"A prince AND a king."

Susie laughed, as lancer spoke.

"That king is me!"

Berdly looked at the two, wondering how a kid could be a fucking king? Honestly, that story is for another time. Noelle looked confused like berdly, as I started to walk to the front.

"Hey! Wait up for us kris!"

Susie yelled, catching up, as the other two followed.

"How is lancer a king? He's just a kid.."

Noelle asked, then realizing something.

"Is his father...dead..?"

Susie scoffed, then speaking.

"God I wish. That asshole doesn't care about anyone but himself."

"Then where is he...?"

I looked at noelle, responding to her.

"In the basement.."

Berdly looked at me and susie as we were about to leave.

"When will we come back?"

Noelle asked, susie sighed and looked at her.

"Me and kris were gonna come back and stay for All of winter break."

We were back at school, in the old classroom. I looked out the window, seeing it was late. Noelle noticed this too, knowing she was gonna get in trouble with her mother, so was I...

"Welp, see ya nerds tomorrow"

Susie said, leaving. Berdly also left, do it was just me and noelle.

"W-well kris, do you wanna go home?"

Noelle asked, as we were walking out of school.

"We can visit your father"

I suggest, Noelle looked at me, smiling.

"Sure! That's what I do after school"

Noelle said, as we started walking to the hospital. When we got there, we both saw that the hospital was closing soon, we both went inside, it was quiet...too quiet... Noelle asked if she and I could see Rudy, which the monster at the front nodded, telling us we have ten minutes.

We both went to the room Rudy was in, only to see someone familiar. Noelle froze, she started to tear up.

"Dess...?"

Noelle ran to to dess, hugging her.

"Noelle! I've missed you so much!"

Dess laughed, does that mean...

"C'mon kris, join the group hug"

Dess said, as I walked to the two, joining the hug. Was she just visiting from collage or was she done?

"Kris, there's a surprise at your house go check it out"

I looked at dess, nodding, rushing to the house.

When I got there, I stared at the door, hesitating to open the door. Why was I hesitant? If he's back, I should be happy... happy the he's back..I sighed, opening the door, closing it from behind.

"There they are!"

I turned, tearing up from seeing him, I ran and hugged him.

"Azzy!"

[drdreamgrave]

It's been eons since I've used Tumblr, bear with me.

So yeah, this whole thing came to me in a dream. If anything in a dream is somewhat off, comes off weird, or is disturbing, I can usually pinpoint what it is that made my subconscious conjure it up, but sometimes I have dreams like this where I have no clue what causes it. I haven't particularly played DR in awhile, or anything that's like the imagery on here. I tried to recreate it to the best of my abilities, this style isn't one I'm used to working with, but I needed something else to draw from my other stuff, and this was enjoyable for me. The story was vague but I'll fill in the blocks and tighten it a bit more.

This starts with Kris and Noelle hanging out together, with Noelle eventually prying it out of Kris the existence of the dark world. She's not too shocked by it, but asks if the two of them can look for Dess in there. Kris begrudgingly agrees, and later, they meet up again behind the police station, where the back door now leads to another Dark Fountain.

Inside isn't as interesting as the last two, it's mostly just some kind of industrial complex lined with metal and with machines everywhere. After a bit of wandering, they reach what they think is the top floor, with nowhere else to go. They start backtracking, but realize the order of all the floors is now different. They can now hear the sounds of machines running. They try to get out as fast as possible, and arrive at a room they've never seen before. Kris realizes Noelle never walked through the door behind him, and it now leads to a black room of nothingness. Kris can still hear Noelle's voice, as can she hear Kris, so they try to lead her to the same room, by listening to her voice getting louder and quieter. Eventually the voice is audibly loud enough that it could be in the next room, when the giant shredding machine across from Kris kicks on. It's unnerving to them, unsure of what to do. They can tell Noelle is really scared at this point, and between one or the other, they tell her to try going into the next room. It's quiet for awhile, before there's a crashing noise and Noelle falls through the roof. Kris catches a glimpse of the accident before turning their head away, some disturbing grinding is followed by a small boom, with the machine turning off, he looks back and only sees her antlers sticking from the top of the machine's entry.

Kris runs into the door they came in from, before realizing they're in some old barn. It clicks that they're now in the Light World, late in the night. Kris goes back through the door, the shredder now sitting in the barn, probably for some meat processing. Under the machine is a tarp with a pile they can't make out, but knows what it is from the smell of blood. They wrap it up, throw it in a wheel barrel, and hightail it to Ice-e's Pezza, eventually breaking in through the back and storing the bagged tarp in the back of their freezer, before running back home in tears.

After a week and the whole town, along with Susie and Ralsel, turned upside down and investigating where Noelle went, Kris finds out in the dark world of a scientist that can fix Noelle and bring her back. They venture alone into another dark fountain underneath the water by the beach. I haven't thought of what this world looks like just yet. Eventually Kris meets with the scientist, who has a machine that can bring back any dead Lightner into the Dark World. As the scientist turns on the machine and it begins making a loud noise, they tell Kris that the only way it will truly work is with a human Soul. Catching them off guard, they stab Kris, attempting to steal his Heart. Kris throws them off into the machine, now making more noises. After a short fight, neither of the two winning more over the other, the machine unexpectedly explodes, sending Kris into a wall. When they come to, they see the burnt remains of the machine, and what very small and charred remains of the scientist remain. They leave the Dark World, defeated.

Emerging from the water, Kris sees the sun setting soon, and police sirens blaring near the town. They creep through and see the cops surrounding Icee-s Pezzaria. Horrified, Kris runs straight to home, Toriel nowhere to be seen. They realize they're still wearing their armor from the Dark World, and before they can question it, hear Toriel pulling up. Kris runs up to his room, quickly throwing all the armor off, wrapping their stab would more tightly, and getting into bed, pretending to sleep. The next morning, Toriel asks if Kris heard the news. They say no, to which Toriel explains they 'may have found out' where Noelle went. Kris is so worked up and panicked by this, that Toriel mistakes it for a fever, and has Kris stay in bed for the next week. Kris thinks that works out for their stab wound, but is left to think alone in their room about what they did and what they should do next. They eventually get a phone call from school. It's Susie. Her and Ralsei are worried about Kris, and they ask if they want to sneak them through to the Dark World for awhile. Kris declines, saying they don't feel so good before hanging up. This doesn't stop Susie from calling Kris throughout the week, growing more and more concerned with Kris' behavior.

A week goes by, Kris feeling better, but fearful of being sent back to school the next day. That night before dinner, the police come knocking at the door. It's Undyne, asking if Kris was home. Toriel, who just got back from the school, is unsure but assumes they are. After checking, she tells Undyne that Kris actually isn't here, and has no idea where they went or why, given they still might be sick and with how heavy the rain is.

As it turns out, Kris was home, but saw the cops pulling up to the house. They escaped through the window, running into the town but realizing there's cops more spread out throughout, with flashlights searchlights all over. Kris somehow sneaks by through to the cemetery. There they see Susie, immediately asking Kris where they've been this past week, and why they never tried calling the school to talk to her. She says she went into the Dark World behind the police station, but she only found one room. The room was described as the same one with the shredder, but it was empty, aside from the floor covered in dried up blood. Susie then tells Kris that Ralsei knew of someone that could help find Noelle by the beach, but they never found him. Only another empty room with some remains of an unknown person. Eventually, Kris breaks down, hugging Susie and telling her everything, which leads into the dialog above.

I had fun throwing this together, and might go back into it and add more as I have the time to. The dialog was a bit difficult to edit but I had fun with the character portraits and messing around with some faces that fit the text. All the resources came from spriters-resource, aside from some of the backgrounds in the first panel. All the dialog was rendered with demirramon's Undertale text box generator. I should note the portraits for Kris are credited to EllisSis. I made a few custom ones using them as a base, and I'd like to give directions to their stuff, but I actually couldn't find anything of them. If anyone knows of EllisSis' blog/renamed blog, or any other socials, please message me.

I did put together a song for this, it's a cover of Traumatic Recollection from the Snowgrave route, but with a different instrumentation and embellished with a pinch more stuff. LMK what you think of it, I might do more sometime. Sorry for the wall of text.