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autistichalsin · 23 days

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In retrospect, four years later, I feel like the Isabel Fall incident was just the biggest ignored cautionary tale modern fandom spaces have ever had. Yes, it wasn't limited to fandom, it was also a professional author/booktok type argument, but it had a lot of crossover.

Stop me if you've heard this one before: a writer, whether fan or pro, publishes a work. If one were to judge a book by its cover, something we are all taught in Kindergarten shouldn't happen but has a way of occurring regardless, one might find that there was something that seemed deeply problematic about this work. Maybe the title or summary alluded to something Wrong happening, or maybe the tags indicated there was problematic kinks or relationships. And that meant the story was Bad. So, a group of people takes to the Twittersphere to inform everyone who will listen why the work, and therefore the author, are Bad. The author, receiving an avalanche of abuse and harassment, deactivates their account, and checks into a mental health facility for monitoring for suicidal ideation. They never return to their writing space, and the harassers get a slap on the wrist (if that- usually they get praise and high-fives all around) and start waiting for their next victim to transgress.

Sounds awful familiar, doesn't it?

Isabel Fall's case, though, was even more extreme for many reasons. See, she made the terrible mistake of using a transphobic meme as the genesis to actually explore issues of gender identity.

More specifically, she used the phrase "I sexually identify as an attack helicopter" to examine how marginalized identities, when they become more accepted, become nothing more than a tool for the military-industrial complex to rebrand itself as a more personable and inclusive atrocity; a chance to pursue praise for bombing brown children while being progressive, because queer people, too, can help blow up brown children now! It also contained an examination of identity and how queerness is intrinsic to a person, etc.

But... well, if harassers ever bothered to read the things they critique, we wouldn't be here, would we? So instead, they called Isabel a transphobic monster for the title alone, even starting a misinformation campaign to claim she was, in fact, a cis male nazi using a fake identity to psyop the queer community.

A few days later, after days of horrific abuse and harassment, Isabel requested that Clarkesworld magazine pull the story. She checked in to a psych ward with suicidal thoughts. That wasn't all, though; the harassment was so bad that she was forced to out herself as trans to defend against the claims.

Only... we know this type of person, the fandom harassers, don't we? You know where this is going. Outing herself did nothing to stop the harassment. No one was willing to read the book, much less examine how her sexuality and gender might have influenced her when writing it.

So some time later, Isabel deleted her social media. She is still alive, but "Isabel Fall" is not- because the harassment was so bad that Isabel detransitioned/closeted herself, too traumatized to continue living her authentic life.

Supposed trans allies were so outraged at a fictional portrayal of transness, written by a trans woman, that they harassed a real life trans woman into detransitioning.

It's heartbreakingly familiar, isn't it? Many of us in fandom communities have been in Isabel's shoes, even if the outcome wasn't so extreme (or in some cases, when it truly was). Most especially, many of us, as marginalized writers speaking from our own experiences in some way, have found that others did not enjoy our framework for examining these things, and hurt us, members of those identities, in defense of "the community" as a nebulous undefined entity.

There's a quote that was posted in a news writeup about the whole saga that was published a year after the fact. The quote is:

The delineation between paranoid and reparative readings originated in 1995, with influential critic Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick. A paranoid reading focuses on what’s wrong or problematic about a work of art. A reparative reading seeks out what might be nourishing or healing in a work of art, even if the work is flawed. Importantly, a reparative reading also tends to consider what might be nourishing or healing in a work of art for someone who isn’t the reader. This kind of nuance gets completely worn away on Twitter, home of paranoid readings. “[You might tweet], ‘Well, they didn’t discuss X, Y, or Z, so that’s bad!’ Or, ‘They didn’t’ — in this case — ‘discuss transness in a way that felt like what I feel about transness, therefore it is bad.’ That flattens everything into this very individual, very hostile way of reading,” Mandelo says. “Part of reparative reading is trying to think about how a story cannot do everything. Nothing can do everything. If you’re reading every text, fiction, or criticism looking for it to tick a bunch of boxes — like if it represents X, Y, and Z appropriately to my definitions of appropriate, and if it’s missing any of those things, it’s not good — you’re not really seeing the close focus that it has on something else.”

A paranoid reading describes perfectly what fandom culture has become in the modern times. It is why "proship", once simply a word for common sense "don't engage with what you don't like, and don't harass people who create it either" philosophies, has become the boogeyman of fandom, a bad and dangerous word. The days of reparative readings, where you would look for things you enjoyed, are all but dead. Fiction is rarely a chance to feel joy; it's an excuse to get angry, to vitriolically attack those different from oneself while surrounded with those who are the same as oneself. It's an excuse to form in-groups and out-groups that must necessarily be in a constant state of conflict, lest it come across like This side is accepting That side's faults. In other words, fandom has become the exact sort of space as the nonfandom spaces it used to seek to define itself against.

It's not about joy. It's not about resonance with plot or characters. It's about hate. It's about finding fault. If they can't find any in the story, they will, rest assured, create it by instigating fan wars- dividing fandom into factions and mercilessly attacking the other.

And that's if they even went so far as to read the work they're critiquing. The ones they don't bother to read, as you saw above, fare even worse. If an AO3 writer tagged an abuser/victim ship, it's bad, it's fetishism, even if the story is about how the victim escapes. If a trans writer uses the title "I Sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter" to find a framework to dissect rainbow-washing the military-industrial complex, it's unforgivable. It's a cesspool of kneejerk reactions, moralizing discomfort, treating good/evil as dichotomous categories that can never be escaped, and using that complex as an excuse to heap harassment on people who "deserve it." Because once you are Bad, there is no action against you that is too Bad for you to deserve.

Isabel Fall's story follows this so step-by-step that it's like a textbook case study on modern fandom behavior.

Isabel Fall wrote a short story with an inflammatory title, with a genesis in transphobic mockery, in the hopes of turning it into a genuine treatise on the intersection of gender and sexuality and the military-industrial complex. But because audiences are unprepared for the idea of inflammatory rhetoric as a tool to force discomfort to then force deeper introspection... they zeroed in on the discomfort. "I Sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter"- the title phrase, not the work- made them uncomfortable. We no longer teach people how to handle discomfort; we live in a world of euphemism and glossing over, a world where people can't even type out the words "kill" and rape", instead substituting "unalive" and "grape." We don't deal with uncomfortable feelings anymore; we censor them, we transform them, we sanitize them. When you are unable to process discomfort, when you are never given self-soothing tools, your only possible conclusion is that anything Uncomfortable must be Bad, and the creator must either be censored too, or attacked into conformity so that you never again experience the horrors of being Uncomfortable.

So the masses took to Twitter, outraged. They were Uncomfortable, and that de facto meant that they had been Wronged. Because the content was related to trans identity issues, that became the accusation; it was transphobic, inherently. It couldn't be a critique of bigger and more fluid systems than gender identity alone; it was a slight against trans people. And no amount of explanations would change their minds now, because they had already been aggrieved and made to feel Uncomfortable.

Isabel Fall was now a Bad Person, and we all know what fandom spaces do to Bad People. Bad People, because they are Bad, will always be deserving of suicide bait and namecalling and threatening. Once a person is Bad, there is no way to ever become Good again. Not by refuting the accusations (because the accusations are now self-evident facts; "there is a callout thread against them" is its own tautological proof that wrongdoing has happened regardless of the veracity of the claims in the callout) and not by apologizing and changing, because if you apologize and admit you did the Bad thing, you are still Bad, and no matter what you do in future, you were once Bad and that needs to be brought up every time you are mentioned. If you are bad, you can NEVER be more than what you were at your worst (in their definition) moment. Your are now ontologically evil, and there is no action taken against you that can be immoral.

So Isabel was doomed, naturally. It didn't matter that she outed herself to explain that she personally had lived the experience of a trans woman and could speak with authority on the atrocity of rainbow-washing the military industrial complex as a proaganda tool to capture progressives. None of it mattered. She had written a work with an Uncomfortable phrase for a title, the readers were Uncomfortable, and someone had to pay for it.

And that's the key; pay for it. Punishment. Revenge. It's never about correcting behavior. Restorative justice is not in this group's vocabulary. You will, incidentally, never find one of these folks have a stance against the death penalty; if you did Bad as a verb, you are Bad as an intrinsic, inescapable adjective, and what can you do to incorrigible people but kill them to save the Normal people? This is the same principle, on a smaller scale, that underscores their fandom activities; if a Bad fan writes Bad fiction, they are a Bad person, and their fandom persona needs to die to save Normal fans the pain of feeling Uncomfortable.

And that's what happened to Isabel Fall. The person who wrote the short story is very much alive, but the pseudonym of Isabel Fall, the identity, the lived experiences coming together in concert with imagination to form a speculative work to critique deeply problematic sociopolitical structures? That is dead. Isabel Fall will never write again, even if by some miracle the person who once used the name does. Even if she ever decides to restart her transition, she will be permanently scarred by this experience, and will never again be able to share her experience with us as a way to grow our own empathy and challenge our understanding of the world. In spirit, but not body, fandom spaces murdered Isabel Fall.

And that's... fandom, anymore. That's just what is done, routinely and without question, to Bad people. Good people are Good, so they don't make mistakes, and they never go too far when dealing with Bad people. And Bad people, well, they should have thought before they did something Bad which made them Bad people.

Isabel Fall's harassment happened in early 2020, before quarantine started, but it was in so many ways a final chance for fandom to hit the breaks. A chance for fandom to think collectively about what it wanted to be, who it wanted to be for and how it wanted to do it. And fandom looked at this and said, "more, please." It continues to harass marginalized people, especially fans of color and queen fans, into suffering mental breakdowns. With gusto.

Any ideas of reparative reading is dead. Fandom runs solely on paranoid readings. And so too is restorative justice gone for fandom transgressions, real or imagined. It is now solely about punitive, vigilante justice. It's a concerted campaign to make sure oddballs conform or die (in spirit, but sometimes even physically given how often mentally ill individuals are pushed into committing suicide).

It's a deeply toxic environment and I'm sad to say that Isabel Fall's story was, in retrospect, a sort of event horizon for the fandom. The gravitational pull of these harassment campaigns is entirely too strong now and there is no escaping it. I'm sorry, I hate to say something so bleak, but thinking the last few days about the state of fandom (not just my current one but also others I watch from the outside), I just don't think we can ever go back to peaceful "for joy" engagement, not when so many people are determined to use it as an outlet for lateral aggression against other people.

#isabel fall #fandom #proship #proshippers please interact #proship please interact #profiction

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dragon0va · 9 months

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so like you know how monster high has rebranded and rebooted to be less dark? i guess?

can the that happen to ever after high but they make it darker. PLEEEEAAASEEE- a dark fairy tale is all i want. you could make it Fucked Up

on another notte anyone know any good eah fics that just take the story and make it super dark. i need my yearly dose of a dark dystopian fairy tale

#pretty please #eah #ever after high #eah reboot #ever after high reboot #monster high

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t4tails · 6 months

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can i ask abt ur thing w the dolls? like what's the beef? also monster high ftw, the designs weren't all great but most of them ate down

lmao okay, so rainbow high has been one of the biggest brands in the doll collecting world for the past few years - theyre made by MGA, same ppl behind bratz, and the 2nd biggest doll company behind mattel (barbie and monster high + others). im putting the rest of this under a cut because im under the assumption you are not plugged into the doll community at all lol

they were particularly popular because unlike a lot of other brands, they deliberately catered towards older audiences beyond one or two releases a year. they would listen to criticism in regards to diversity; the first series was almost all white girls with the same face, but by the 4th series had multiple different face molds and were incorporating things like vitiligo, albinism, and henna into the dolls, and all at the retail price of $20-30 with fantastic quality clothes.

they also introduced shadow high, a companion brand that was much more, i guess avant garde? than literally anyone is used to seeing from playline fashion dolls

however, at the end of 2023, right after a heavily criticized release of dolls with childish names like "pinkly paige" and "blu brooks"

MGA announced a rebrand for 2024! since leaks in december, rainbow high has completely shifted focus to a much, much younger audience. they ditched later, more interesting and diverse designs in favor of exclusively sticking to the original series 1 cast, and the first release post-rebrand having a SLIME GIMMICK where you fill the dolls clothes and their pets (also new?!) with slime. the outfits were blatant worse ripoffs of the original series 1, and all the dolls come with irremovable glitter on their t-zones. they also completely got rid of wrist articulation.

since then, we've gotten more leaks of the later lines in this rebrand, and its all... well, bad. the winter ones that i was complaining about earlier are just the tip of the iceberg, there also "moonbows" a line with no knee articulation in favor of glitter in their legs, and the already released slumber party line that when compared with the previous pajama line pre-rebrand is just laughable

basically, the current state of the rainbow high brand and its status in collectors minds is kind of a trainwreck you cant look away from

#og post #ask #anon

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freaky-flawless · 1 year

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Did anyone else think that Monster High Live seemed a bit....ambitious? Considering the brand has only been revived for a year?

And not only revived but fully rebranded. I just don't really feel like they've built up enough buzz around it, and a good portion of the buzz they did have was negative.

Then again I'm looking at it from the perspective of someone who enages with the brand only on tumblr and the occasional instagram post if I'm feeling brave, so I really have no sense of how well it's doing with actual kiddos.

#monster high #monster high live #monster high g3 #now i havent really engaged with the show all that much but i think were atill so surface level with the story atm #in hindsight tho all the music videos make sense #and those did get a lot of views #sometimes i have to remember that im an adult collector that pretty much only engages with other adult collectors #i really have no sense of how well this brand is doing with its target demographic #text post

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haveamagicalday · 4 months

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Introducing the Monster High Monster Mash!

I had so much fun with Battle of the Barbies so I decided to do another doll tournament. I was in college when Monster High first launched and I'm so mad about it because I would have ate these dolls up as a kid.

So here's how this is going to work. First round is going to be the dolls that have multiple generation debuts to pick the best one. I'm using the first doll that appeared in each generation with the exception of the core dolls that had another rebrand in generation 3 and the budget dolls.

Then we will move on to pitting the dolls against each other to determine the best monster high doll of them all! I've grouped the dolls into categories as follows:

Core

Undead

Under the Sea

Sci-Fi

Freaky Fusion

Mythology/Folklore

Cryptids

Animals/Nature

Fright-mares

Mansters

Garden Ghouls

Collectors (bonus, not included in tournament)

#monster high #monster high monster mash #monster mash #my post #dolls #doll #dollcore #doll collector #doll collection #monster high dolls #battle of the barbies

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tjmystic · 2 years

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This will eventually go into my Steve Harrington Isn’t That Bad fic series, but I don’t know when, and I don’t want to wait to share it, so... tah dah :D

There are a couple notable downsides to the kids knowing about him and Steve. They’re absolutely relentless in their teasing, for one thing. And they like to try pitting them against one another like an actual mom and dad. Eddie would like to say that he and Steve are immune to that particular trick, but, unfortunately, they’re both competitive as hell, and the kids know just where to push them.

But the good stuff outweighs the bad by, like, at least a thousand metric tons, as far as Eddie’s concerned. They don’t have to watch what they say. They don’t have to treat each other like some dirty secret (not that that’s ever what was going on between them). They can show each other off, let their hands linger in back pockets, kiss each other on the cheek (on the mouth) without worry of anything worse than a groan of, “Get a room!” They don’t have to pretend that this thing between them isn’t serious.

Which is great, cause Eddie’s never been good at hiding shit that makes him happy. And Steve? Yeah, well, “happy” doesn’t even cover an eighth of it.

“Did you know he got me a half-birthday present?” he gushes, feet kicked up over the wrong side of the glider in his backyard. “He said he missed the real one in February, so he had to make up for it. Like, who does shit like that? Who?”

Henderson hums noncommittally from the steps of the patio. Will, however, stops to give him a smile from behind his easel. The two of them are getting ready for their first high school campaign without Eddie, Dustin by painting miniatures and Will by painting immersive and truly extensive backgrounds.

Ostensibly, the two of them came over while Wayne’s at work to get feedback on the fully-rebranded Hellfire Club (Board Game Club, he thinks they’re calling it, and, much is it makes him want to tear out his hair, he has to admit the generic name is a safe call). Eddie was all-too-happy to provide. He even dug out his copy of the Monster Manual so they could track down some truly obscure creatures to battle off. Granted, only Will knows that all the slime and goo monsters Eddie threw out as suggestions will ultimately lead up to a final battle against Jubilex, but that’s his right as DM. Henderson can complain to them about it later. That is, if he isn’t wowed by the traps Will the Wise has devised for them.

So, yeah. Eddie’s done a fantastic job guiding his prodigies, if he says so himself.

At least, he did for the first two hours. Then, Steve called on his lunch break, just because he missed his boyfriend (after one whole day of not seeing each other, and goddamn if that doesn’t make Eddie feel starry-eyed and weak-kneed). Since then, Eddie’s been well and truly worthless.

Frankly, he doesn’t give a shit.

“It’s an exact replica of Perseus’s sword from Clash of the Titans. An exact replica. Can you believe that shit?”

“Yep,” Dustin mutters. “Just like I believed it the first three times you told us.”

“It has the gold-wire hilt and the engraving and everything. Do you know how much he must have spent on that? And he put a note in the box, the fucking sap. ‘A real sword for a real hero,’ it says.”

(It also had a really bad joke about Eddie’s skills at giving head rather than taking heads, but he still has enough braincells left to leave that part out.)

Will reaches for the glass of milk he’s set to the side, grinning at Eddie as he takes a sip. “That’s really sweet, man.”

“I know, right? And he, like, hand-delivered it. To my door. In a goddamn suit and tie. For my half birthday. That’s not even a thing, guys!” Eddie rights himself a bit on the glider, resting his head over one of the armrests. He can feel how moony his eyes have gotten, how sappy his own smile must be. “He’s just the best, man. Everything about him. He makes my heart, like, actually, literally, skip a beat.”

“That’s not romance, Eddie, that’s arrhythmia.”

Will snorts so hard that milk comes from his nose. And, just like that, Eddie’s yanked back down from Cloud 9.

“Excuse me?”

“Or atrial fibrillation. Could be that, too.”

Eddie gives him another blank look. Will buries his whole face behind his canvas. Dustin just groans.

“Your heart skipping a beat, Eddie. It’s a real thing, and it’s a serious medical emergency. It means you’re having heart palpitations. So I really doubt that’s how Steve ‘literally’ makes you feel. Figuratively? Sure. Literally? You need to go back to the hospital.”

#steddie #steddie fanfic #both sides of the story

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hnnny · 9 months

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We gotta new year, new me situation on our hands!!

I drew this alien self portrait a while back, but decided it would be fun to rebrand and make it my new profile picture. I really love how the new logo came out. It's a lot less stiff than the old one (although I still love the old one), and it's much more indicative of my stronger illustration skills.

Below the cut is the original character designs for my alien self (which was originally an attempt to make myself into a Monster High doll lol)

#art #monster high #alien #self portrait #original #fan art #character design #graphic design #logo #background #space #sci fi #galaxy #my art #hnnny #portrait

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zannia · 26 days

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The shelves thus far!

🩷The Barbies! Lashana Barbra and Daphne. Barbie dolls stopped coming with names so I had to come up with my own. (I hate dolls not having names tbh)

🩷Monster High Scaradise Island. Really thought this line was cute, waiting for a huge sale to consider buying Heath (no one on FB Marketplace sells boy dolls). Venus is there because she met them in the show at Scaradise island (had no space on the other MH shelf)

🩷More Monster High. Mostly signature dolls + monster ball. Oh and monster fest Clawdeen (she's just leaning against the wall because i ran out of stands and she refuses to stand on her own.)

🩷Mini dolls! Crybabies BFF & Magic Mixies Pixlings so far. I have the hardest time trying to hunt down the crybabies and I want more pixlings.

🩷 Rainbow High. I love these dolls so much sad about the rebranding because the new dolls are so hideous unappealing to me. There's still plenty i want to get but these are so annoying to get on the 2nd hand market NIB

🩷 Shadow High. Sad they've been discontinued but i really love fantasy skin tones. These are also impossible to find NIB on the 2nd hand market.

🩷 O.M.G! Love these so much and how easy they are to find in thrift stores, mercari, goodwill, and flea markets.

🩷 Bratz! The only two I own. A birthday gift from 2022 🥰 I want to get more but I'm not paying $60+ for an unarticulated doll with missing clothing/accessories. I'm hoping one day I'll come across one in the wild at the thrift store or something. I want more but they're sooooo annoying to collect rn.

🩷 Also 2 Bratz chairs, both NIB one full price (🤢) and the other found on fb marketplace. I def want more doll furniture/playsets but i don't have much space to work with.

Just my shelves as of 2024. I'm two years into this and wow there's a lot of dolls. I went a little overboard in 2022 & early 2023 💀 but super happy and love all the ones I have. Wanted a visual archive for when i eventually move shelves around or finally get new furniture to display them on. Also interested in what my opinion will be in a few months/years if I still like my collection (or collecting in general?) or which dolls fall out of favor etc etc.

#my dolls #ignore this i have an obsession 😭

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beadickel · 9 months

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Um rebranding de Rainbow High???

Ontem descobri que Rainbow High vai passar por um "rebranding".... tipo um reboot. Masgente? Essa série não tem nem 4 anos ainda!

Dei uma olhada em uns vídeos e reviews das bonecas novas, e fiquei muito decepcionada (igual todo mundo). Elas perderam bastante qualidade, principalmente nas roupas e acessórios. Acho que isso não só vai entristecer os cecionadores adultos como eu, mas também as crianças que brincam com as dolls e que gostam do estilo delas.

Sinto que esse rebranding é totalmente desnecessário, mas o que podemos fazer? Foi tipo a G2 de Monster High, eu acho... algo que ninguém pediu, e mesmo com as expectativas já bem baixas, conseguiu ser pior ainda...

Queria ser rica pra conseguir todas as dolls que provavelmente vão sair de linha dessa série 🙃

#aleatório #rainbow high #shadow high

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futureplayboibunnie · 2 years

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‘Miss me?’

Dr Strange x villain! fem! reader

THIS ONE IS ANGSTY I LOVE IT + SMUT

MINORS GO AWAY

You gazed down at your hand, mindlessly twiddling with a seemingly invisible ring that was once held hospice there- your mind straying away from what truly mattered.

He said he wanted to marry you. You said no- you didn't need a stick of metal and a big rock to prove an incandescent love but now you were regretting ever saying no to Stephen.

Stephen, I don't want to use my powers to help this. Getting the Darkhold will destroy everything within you. I can't let you do this.

He left you. He left the room without seeing your face as you denounced the Mystic Arts. Being left isolated in the deep desolate cave of an abandoned metallic warehouse, you found time to contemplate in which the ways Stephen had betrayed you, mishandled your trust and exploited your powers.

That didn't matter now, because Stephen twisted the knife that would inevitably seal your fated course, seal your past, present and future. While his life bore the fruits of status and power, yours rotted poisonous envy and unbridled plans of revenge. Stephen's silence was the biggest response, coming from the main who would never shut up damned the consequences was radio silent. You grew into the monster that you were afraid the Darkhold would turn him into. Seeming to rebrand yourself and your image, you found that this cold barren warehouse was a place you could really thrive in terms of scheming such cold hearted revenge of the man that you once loved.

The man that you wanted to protect- he scoffed in your face at your empathy, you'll show him how empathetic you were when you drive a knife through his chest. Sporting some silk black finery with some envy green details, your dress was very well slit, evil and intensely cunning indeed.

You glanced down at your fingers again, you were still playing with an invisible ring. Fuck him. Death will dawn upon him and you'll look him right in the eye when you do so.

Now Stephen was in front of vou- tied to a chair with your magic. His breath becoming cool in the metallic atmosphere as his eyes were wild in anticipation, darting all around him to register where he was and how he could get out of such a scenario. Your back was against him, hood of your robe pulled up as your perfectly manicured nails curled into a fist clenching at your sides. You took Stephen's sling ring so he had no chance of escaping now.

‘’Who are you?! What do you want from me?!’’ Stephen gritted, the bones of his teeth crunching together.

‘’I'm upset that vou can't remember me- am I really that forgettable, honey?’’You purred as you turned and revealed who you turly were. Stephen's face fell from stern and hard to lost and defeated. His eyes lost all the fire burning inside of him to be set free but when he saw your face again...he stilled at your dispostion. You wore yourself raggedly, eyes smeared yet sleek with the dark pigment of eyeliner and nails as sharp of as a carnivorous panther but you carried yourself with grace with each clack of your impossibly high stillettos that inched towards him.

‘’Y/N? What are you doing here? Is this where you've been all this time?’’His defeated eyes followed you, his breath shallow and terrified- you can be cruel when you want to be.

‘’I see this pretty face hasn't been corrupted by the Darkhold, or your soul for that matter. I missed you baby.’’ You smirked menacingly as your fingers traced around the outlines of his face. He tugged his head back to stray away from your cold and lifeless touch.

‘’No. It was destroyed before I could get it.’’ Stephen replied with a mutter, he couldn't look you dead in the eye because if he did every single moment he shared with you would be more potent than ever.

‘’So you lost me for no reason Stephen? I'm annoyed.’’You lifted your leg and lifted a heel to his neck, just another inch forward and it would have impaled him where he sat- and he knew it.

‘’I never stopped looking for you.’’ Stephen admitted through a sigh, his hands gripped at the chair in annoyance.

‘’Don't lie!’’ You yelled and your heel started digging into his skin and he winced in pain before you ultimately let go of him. You needed to drag this out, emotionally and physically torture him till he begs for mercy.

‘’You think I'd decide to be funny and lie to you while you have me strapped to a goddamn chair?!’’ He bellowed back at you, echoing the warehouse in the process. You turned your back on him again, bordering the lines of pacing where you stood.

‘’It was funny when you shut me out when all I wanted to do was protect you, you bargained me and you chose that damned book over me. And now you have neither. Is this what you strived for!?’

Your words made Stephen think a lot more about his loss than he cared to admit, he didn't have the book and he didn't have you...he needed you to come back. But you never did- he stopped hoping, he'd stare at the stars at night and call your phone begging for an answer, begging you to come home to him and live in his arms. But you never did. He couldn't portal to you either, it was physcially impossible to even locate your wherabouts.

‘’So what is this then. Punishment? Judge, jury and executioner? You think waiting for you to come back wasn't punishment enough for me?’’ Stephen's eyes were hard and soft at the same, as if he was remembering some gruelling life event borne of indescribable trauma. Your chest was thrumming with adrenaline as your face contorted from a sour frown into a mischevious and almost flirtatious gawk.

‘’It's been a while since you asked me to punish you.’’ Your finger stroked his chest as you circled around him so your front was to his back. Bending down, you purred in his ear allowing him to remember the last time you had deliciously had your way with him.

Stephen remembered it as clear as day. You were riding him, grinding onto him with no remorse but the catch was he couldn't touch you. If he grazed a finger on your skin, he wouldn't get to cum. He'd let you play your little game, let you have fun with it like a dumb cat with a shoelace and after he'd unleash his aggression onto you after- this time bound by his belt.

‘’I'm sure it was me who punished you sweetheart.’’ Stephen couldn't help but fall into your salacious flirt. Two can play at that game.

Before you could speak, you held a knife to his throat. You tugged his hair back from behind you as you whispered in his ear.

‘’Stephen, so help me God, I'll plunge this into your neck and watch you bleed out if-‘’

‘’If what? Hm?’’ He cut you off before you could finish your whispered threat.

The blade dug into his skin sharper in response, you tugged his hair harder and he let out a moan. You raised your eyebrow slightly at that.

Too distracted by his bodily administration, he broke free of your magic restraints, stood up and twisted your arm back. ‘’Don't fight me Y/N.’’ He warned.

You seethed at your own reaction more than anything, you let out a gutteral noise of exasperation as you elbowed him in the face with your free arm. The knife that clattered to the ground was all your mind was focused on, as you scrambled to reach it he conjured up his own mystical dagger with quick work of his hands. When you turned to face him, your knives were pointing against each other- the tense energy was palpable by you both and the air felt singed as you paused to register what was even happening.

Stephen noticed that the colour of your eye was barely visible, you were barely holding on. Your face was blank with fear and worry and it made him feel awful about all the pain and suffering he made you face. He made you turn poisonous. Your eyes told him all he needed to know.

He dropped his dagger and watched the metal clang onto the cold hard floor Stephen charged towards you even with the knife still extended out to him.

‘’Come closer and I'll dig it into your face.’’ You cautioned him harshly.

Instead he grabbed you by the waist with one hand and roughly pulled you against him and with the other hand was placed on the wrist in which the knife was being held. His fingers dug into your skin but all you could care about was the fact his hands were on you after all this time. You didn't lie at the beginnng of it all, you missed him. So. Much

‘’Let. Go.’’ Stephen's blue eyes were thinned and boring into yours, his fingernails nipped your skin and his grip on you became tighter and tighter You felt your inhibitions leave you as you mindlessly let go and let the knife fall to the ground ungraciously. Your face became hard and unforgiving

Your faces were so close to each other, you hadn't been this close to him in so long. His breath fanning over your face only proved it.

‘’You never looked for me.’’

‘’It was always impossible to understand you, let alone know where you were going next.’’ His eyes flitted to your lips and you frowned at him.

‘’You left me.’’

‘’You could never go through with it.’’ Stephen's thumb brushed your bottom lip as he lifted your chin upward. ‘’Nice try though.’’ He let out a half smile.

That set you off. You grabbed at the extra knife you stored in your high holster as you knew the egotistical prick would think he won you over You held it to his neck and watch the life slowly leave from his eyes as you grabbed him by his cloak collar.

‘’I can. You haven't even seen the things I've done and what I've turned to since you walked away from me.’’ Your voice was hoarse with pain and you felt your eyes start to glaze slightly with the telltale tang of tears.

He paused as he saw the abundance of pain in your eyes

‘’You haven't seen the state you turned me into when you left. You think for a moment that I haven't spent every second of every day missing you? Missing you to the point where I used the time stone and tampered with the very fabric of space and time just to take back every wrongdoing I've ever done to you. I went back in time just to see your face again. Is it so wrong to still want you when you're standing right in front of me right now?’’ His prominent features were etched in the painful memory of losing you and you felt your heart soften a little, a tear fell from your eye as you dropped the knife and closed the space between you and kissed the pain away from his lips.

Stephen kissed you back with a newly lit fervour which you were reciprocating now. Your mouth encompassed his as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and your hands cradled his face and reached for the back of his neck to make the kiss that much more deep. His eyes were screwed shut as he was lost in the taste of you, the taste he missed so much it could almost make him cry in relief. Your mouth was exotic and your skin was smooth, he was dying to feel the rest of you again. Tongues were locked in an endless battle of control with each kiss.

While your mouth was on his, you reached for the sling ring you took from him earlier - reaching behind him as his hands were still on your waist, you slipped the ring onto his finger and he smirked against your lips. You were hoping he'd get the hint that you wanted him to portal you backto his bed. As obliged and lips still biting against lips, he swirled his fingers behind your back and opened a portal ultimately pushing you through. His bed was exactly the way you remember it, large and impossibly regal. Stephen threw you onto it as he slung off his cloak, you kicked your heels off too.

‘’Dear God I've missed your body so much. So fucking perfect.’’ He muttered as he began stripping you of your dress. Before you knew it you were naked, the man in front of you was desperate enough to rip the fabric off of you. Only being clothed in the lace of your underwear and your empty thigh holster. You smiled up at him teasingly as he stipped you of your underwear You pussy was glistening and it made him salivate already.

‘’Don't drool honey. Show me how much you missed me.’’ You leaned up on your elbows, sprawled out on top of the bed as Stephen began to undress himself Your hair was angelic and messy at the same time; you were so effortlessly attractive. He tugged your ankles forward so your legs were dangling against the edge, you yelped at the unexpected action. You assessed the rippling panes of his chest muscles and the curve of his bicep as he was left in nothing but his boxers.

‘’Thigh holster? That's very Russian assassin of you.’’ Stephen raised a flirty eyebrow at you.

‘’I should've bought more. My knife collection is getting...big.’’ You squeaked the last word as Stephen's cock hit your lower stomach; you darted your face down to remark at how thick he was. You forgot how fucking huge he was, it was a mistake on your part.

‘’You forgot?’’He questioned lowly.

You froze.

‘’Let me remind you how nice it was.’’

Stephen guided his cock through your wet folds as your legs rested agains his shoulders. He pawed at your tits ferociously when his cock found hospice on your clit, your body had a mind of its own whenever Stephen played with your tits.

His dark eyes bore into your desperate face as he rammed himself into you, the wince of your face whenever he stretched you out was always his favourite part. Stephen gripped onto the back of your soft thighs as he pistoned himself in and out of you, watching his cock disappear and appear

‘’Stephen...You feel so fucking good. Harder.’’ You rasped breathlessly but when your eyes connected with his all you saw was a smug superior look on his face.

‘’Beg me. Be nice and say please.’’Stephen replied condescendingly, his aim of embarrassing you becoming more and more ugent as he began to slow his movements down. Wich was the last thing you wanted. To your dismay, you gave in.

‘’Please. Please. I'm begging you just make me cum onyou.’’ You gasped at him. He took pleasure in seeing the sweet look on your face and that only translated into the brute force of his thrusts.

‘Missed fucking this so much.’’ He groaned as his cock went deeper into the hilt. Your pants were bordering on delusion.

You were done for. You let go with a scream as your knuckles gripping the sheets turned paper white. The hazy cloud of intense release raining down on you blurred your peripheral and in that moment you sensed that Stephen came undone too. Ever the gentleman always making sure you finished first.

He leaned down to rest your foreheads against each other after being finished and washes of euphoria began to soak away into your skin. Your hands cradled his face as foreheads were pressed against foreheads tenderly, you smiled up at him bashfully as bright inquisitive eyes met his.

You missed feeling anything other than bitterness. You missed him. You missed it all. You smiled bashfully and he thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

‘’I started my day being strapped to a chair by you and now you're in my bed.’’

Your thumb brushed against the lips that were curling up into a flirty smile.

‘’I can be so merciful when I want to be. Maybe I should've punished you again and ride you without letting you touch me’’

‘’Dear God I wanna marry you.’’

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Welcome to this very Ask Blog!

This takes place after the pacifist run where all the monsters are finally living in peace. However, as you all know, Frisk wasn't the one who saved them

It was Bete Noire, an oc who belonged to Camila Cuevas. Due to some stuff happening to their background, I decided to take action and rebrand her ocs

Meet our characters!

Bete Noire 💗

"A robot created by her creator, Copper Lightvale who managed to manifest the soul of DETERMINATION. She was the last individual to fall down to the underground and set the monsters free. With her trustful best friend, Akumu, they're an unstoppable duo!"

Age: 12

Gender: Genderless (Preferably female)

Soul Trait: DETERMINATION

LVL: 1

Weapon of Choice: Scythe

Item: Headphones

Abilities:

"You'll not die."

She can rewind all injuries of a deceased person. However, this will hurt herself with the same amount of pain that person felt before dying

"I detect a nearby commotion here.."

Due to her being a robot, she can scan around the area or a specific person about their whereabouts.

"Akumu, we got trouble."

Akumu is the Pink Echo Flower that hangs around with her so often, declaring on how it's her best friend. Akumu can summon out vines to attack others and summon out echo flowers to heal Bete.

"Initiating Battle.."

Her scythe can cut through objects

Eleazar Aaron 🩵

"The fifth human to fall down into the underground. He spends most of his time with his friends rather than his own family due to his 'speciality'. He barely smiles nowadays, but he's friends are always there to cheer him up!"

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Soul Trait: PATIENCE

Lvl: 16

Weapon of choice: Sharp Knife

Item: Red Ribbon

Abilities:

"Rest well."

He can summon out rags to tangle out enemies before making in the big cut

"Let's slow down.."

He can manipulate time momentarily.

"I'll slice you down."

His knife can grow bigger to increase damage of his weapon

"I-I feel..hollow."

Hero Blackwell 🧡

If he managed to stay still at the exact amount of time, the attack can phase through him

"The eighth human to fall down into the underground. Hero wishes to follow his brother's steps, to become known, to become a strong soldier like him! He's always there for his friends in case of trouble!"

Age: 10

Gender: male

Soul Trait: BRAVERY

Lvl: 4

Weapon of Choice: Boxing Gloves

Item: Bandana

Abilities:

"Watch this!"

He has more durability and speed than the rest of the heroes due to his soul Trait. He can also lift heavy objects with ease despite his body size

"Just make sure not to look down!"

He's good in reaching up high places without needs of equipments

"Oi! Leave them alone!"

He can summon out orange coloured fists to punch enemies. He sometimes uses them to do his chores (His brother had to make sure he wasn't cheating)

"Let's warm you up shall we?"

Hero's Bandana can turn itself into a cape which can be used to give warmth towards those who needs it best

Mabel Chávez 💙

"The fourth human to fall into the underground. She was a former dancer forced by her own father before his arrest. She's currently living with Sierra and her aunt. It's best if her face remains hidden, she's more comfortable that way."

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Soul Trait: INTEGRITY

Lvl: 8

Weapon of Choice: Ballet shoes

Item: Tutu

Abilities:

(Disclaimer: She rarely talks so pretend that she manages to make up these dialogues)

"Shooting Star!~"

She can summon out stars which can act like shields and platforms to step on.

"Goodnight.."

She can summon out gas from her mask to put people to sleep

"Let's dance, punk."

She can easily dodge the enemies attack with grace if there were music to play

"Let's tidy up now."

Similar to Eleazar, she can summon out ribbons to tangle up enemies

Kaspar Zephaniah 💜

"The third human to fall into the underground. He seemed to be raised by one crime syndicate, making him a villain this young. He would help his friends up by researching using his numerous devices he got up his sleeves (Or scarves)."

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Soul Trait: PERSEVERANCE

Lvl: 11

Weapon of Choice: Notebook

Item: Glasses

Abilities:

"Ever heard of the Wizard of Oz?"

He can bring fictional characters to life using his notebook

"AHAHAHA! GET A LOAD OF THIS!"

His scarves support him by being a transportation or attacks enemies. It can also convert itself into a bunch of televisions or blasters

"Let the professional handle this."

He can hack into systems easily due to his time inside a crime syndicate. He can also understand codes and a variety of languages very well, even knowing what device can benefit better

"Wait hold up- I got something!"

His glasses acts like night vision goggles for him to see easily in the dark

Sierra Festus 💚

"The sixth human to fall into the underground. She stayed with her aunt after the tragedy of both of her parents and learnt how to cook thanks to her. Her apron would be used as a cape to show such honor and will be sure to look after her friends."

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Soul Trait: KINDNESS

Lvl: 2

Weapon of Choice: Frying Pan

Item: Apron

Abilities:

"Do you wish for the usual?"

She can treat injuries by healing them. Unlike Bete, she cannot bring someone back to life

"W-Watch out!"

Her frying pan acts like a shield to protect herself and the others

"Hold on, that must be poisonous.."

She can easily tell if one food can still be edible and safe to be eaten thanks to her chef speciality

"I think Mr.Bear has something to say!"

No animal can never harm her, no matter the effort.

Rafflesia Simpur 💛

"The seventh human to fall into the underground. She's known for her famous Wild West Movies, making her one Superstar for a cowgirl! Even if she's no real cowgirl, she knows best for her morals."

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Soul Trait: JUSTICE

Lvl: 8

Weapon of Choice: Pistol

Item: Cowboy Hat

Abilities:

"You sure are one rookie."

Her pistol can fire out bullets with random effects, she doesn't know what will come out of it

"Looks like it's time for my lasso!"

Her lasso is unbreakable, meaning that she uses it often to capture enemies and parkour through dangerous obstacles

"Hold it, are you sure that's the culprit?"

She can detect if there's something wrong happening inside a situation

"Hah, I got ya'll!"

She's a great actor, meaning that she can act very well to trick enemies before alerting the others

More will be coming soon!

Rules

For the love of god, no NSFW.

This takes place after the pacifist route, Bete isn't aware of the resets but the others do.

No Transphobia or pedophiles here please

Along with Zionists, Proshippers, etc.

You can interact with the kids, I don't mind!

#undertale #undertale ask blog #undertale souls

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