#that's your skeleton calling👀

[shalomniscient]

CAT & MOUSE || jane doe x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

“I didn’t think you could be this good, little mouse,” you remark, lounging back in the plush of your leather office chair, swirling your glass of tequila in one hand. One of your legs is crossed over the other, the polished sheen of your shoe gleaming in the low light, almost reflecting the serene smile of the woman before you. Her long, wiry tail flicks idly on the ground, deceptively casual, as if she isn’t holding you at corporate gunpoint. The ice in your glass clinks as it shifts, melting and dissolving into the depths of your drink. “At the sex, or the espionage?” she asks, and you indulge in a thin smile of your own at her confidence. “Both,” you answer, and it’s the only honest thing either of you will tell each other tonight. Or, your secretary turns out to not just be a regular secretary. Which is bad, because she’s seen both the corporate skeletons in your closet and the delicate sheets of your bed, and that’s far too much of your figurative and literal furniture for anyone not on your payroll to know. Though at the very least, you plan on making what should be your last night as CEO an enjoyable one—which interestingly enough, is a sentiment your traitorous little secretary seems to share.

cw. [NSFT][MDNI] strap-ons, hair pulling, tail pulling (?), degradation, biting, rough sex

notes. this one’s for u @nbdaddykink 🫡🫡🫡 bon appetitty 👀👀👀 also reader has some cat thiren (?) characteristics because themes, and also a bit of a corporate scumbag. also written before character release !!! if this becomes ooc post-release please do not kill me tq

“Your name isn’t even Natasha, is it?” you ask idly, despite already knowing the answer. You rest one arm on the armrest of your chair, leaning your head against your knuckles as you drink in the sight of her. The shadows cut her into a new light, an odd little contradiction you’ve come to realise that she quite adores. To be seen more clearly in the dark, and to catch cats in mousetraps—you can’t help the grudging smile on your face as you muse to yourself. What an odd little creature she is.

“No,” she replies eventually, that picture perfect smile never once leaving her expression. After a beat, she tilts her head, tail swishing behind her. “But you can call me Jane.”

You hum. “Is that your real name, then?”

“What is real and what isn’t only comes down to a matter of perception.”

You almost laugh at the non-answer, sheer excellence in corporate deflection. “It’s really a shame, little mouse. You were the best secretary I ever had.”

“Don’t worry,” she returns, a smirk tugging on her painted lips, “you’ll have no need for secretaries where you’re going.”

You do laugh at that, just a little. A jail cell? What a cute pipe dream. You’d get a home arrest at worst—though you can indulge in the idealism of it for a little. You take a sip of your drink, keeping your eyes trained on her as the liquid burns like fire down your throat. Your ears twitch, and you can hear her heartbeat; calm and steady. You like it more when it’s racing.

You set down your glass with an exaggerated sigh. “And here I thought we had something good going, Jane. I even packed a little surprise for you tonight.”

Her pulse jumps, and you have to bite back the victorious upward quirk of your lip. For all she seemed to be a consummate professional at whatever her real job is, you’ve found that Jane has a remarkable weakness—or fondness—for debauchery. Not that you’re complaining, of course; not when Jane looks like that. You make a show of uncrossing your legs, clearly displaying the outline of your strap under your slacks. Those sharp eyes immediately fly down to your crotch, and this time there’s no holding back your smug grin.

“Is this a bribe?” she manages after a beat, her voice light and airy despite her words. “That’s a felony too, you know.”

“I’d never do such a thing,” you say dryly. “Consider it an offer from a… friend. For old times’ sake, hm?”

Something glints in Jane’s eyes, and for all she can set up her little mousetraps, so can you. You were not born without these teeth and claws for no reason, after all. Hunting is in your DNA, and there’s a dull ache in your canines as you wait for her answer. She gives it to you by striding forward to shamelessly sit herself in your lap.

“I suppose I can indulge you in a little bit of fun,” she breathes, leaning in close enough for her breath to tickle the tufted fur of your ears. “You’re a damn good fuck, anyways.”

You manage a low hiss before crashing your lips against hers. Her tongue pushes its way into your mouth, and you abandon your glass in favor of gripping her waist in your hands—small enough that your thumbs nearly meet over her belly. You barely manage to suppress the full- body shudder that threatens to consume you at the thought of stuffing her full of your cock soon, and watching the ridge in her cute tummy appear and disappear as you fuck into her.

Jane’s kisses have always been greedy, needy things that leave your lips kiss-swollen after. Her teeth nip on your lower lip and you growl, before rising to your feet. Jane makes a small, surprised noise before wrapping her legs around you, her tail looping deliberately lower to squeeze your ass. You swallow her little giggle with another hungry kiss as you walk over to your desk, before unceremoniously dumping her onto the hardwood and hiking her skirt up.

Her scent fills your lungs as one of your hands leaves her waist to trail a finger up her clothed, dripping cunt. You give an experimental roll of your hips, the tip of your faux cock pressing against her through the layers of fabric, and she exhales a pleased sigh like music to your ears. “Did you like that, little mouse?” you hum, your other hand squeezing her thigh and pushing it up until her ankle rests on your shoulder, spreading her nice and open for you. “Always so needy.”

Jane only looks at you with eyes half-lidded, a lazy smirk on her face, though the pure desire in her eyes is unmistakable. “Says the one who offered.”

Touché, you think, not that you’d ever admit that to her. Instead you settle for tugging her ruined underwear to the side, retracting your claws and pushing two fingers knuckle deep into her wet cunt. Jane arches her back at the sudden intrusion, squeezing tight around your fingers, any more of her smartness dying in her throat. You don’t give her a moment of reprieve, fucking your fingers into her with such force and speed that the wet sounds of you working her dripping cunt echo throughout your office. Your other hand presses down on her stomach, keeping her in place as she rockets and writhes to orgasm beneath you. Her legs wrap tighter around you, her tail snaking down to constrict around one of your legs.

“Gonna cum, little mouse?” you ask, voice low. Your thumb presses against her clit, and Jane’s body jerks, a pitchy squeak leaving her lips. She’s definitely close. You work your entire hand harder against her, inside her, your two fingers ruthlessly rubbing against the patch of nerves in her cunt as your thumb draws figure-eights on her stiff clit.

Jane's eyes meet yours through her long lashes, and you can tell she's close. There's a dusting of red on her plush, round cheeks, and you have to resist the urge to lean down and nip at them. Her little ears twitch, pressed flat to her skull from how you play her body like a damn instrument. The look in her eyes is hungry, almost as if she wants to devour you, instead. It stokes a bigger fire in you than anything you've ever experienced. With one more practiced curl of your fingers, you draw Jane over the edge, and she cums with a high-pitched whine, blunt nails digging into the finely pressed suit on your back. Her cunt bears down like a vise on your fingers, squeezing so tightly as if she's trying to cut off your circulation. Her tail lashes back and forth like a whip, the sharp end scoring lines into the wooden paneling of your office floor.

You don't give her any sort of reprieve, though. After all, she still betrayed you—you have some steam to work off. So you withdraw your fingers with a slick squelching noise and flip her onto her front, one hand pressing her into the desk by the small of her back, just above where her tail begins, while the other hurriedly undoes the zipper of your slacks. She pants as she throws a look at you over her shoulder, eyes blown wide, only to roll back into her skull when you shove all eight inches into her sopping cunt with one smooth thrust.

"That's it," you croon, "such a good whore, aren't you?" Jane's fingers claw into your desk as she scrabbles for purchase, for some sort of grounding as you rearrange her guts. Her tail twitches each time you bottom out in her, and you take the opportunity to wrap the thin length of it around your hand before using it to pull her back onto your cock with each thrust you make forward. Jane shrieks beneath you, and some lingering primal instinct in your brain snarls in victory at the sound.

You lean down, hips battering against her perfect, round ass that bounces with each drive of your dick. You nip at her little mousey ear, delighting in the squeaky noise that leaves her lips at the feel of your fangs. "Maybe you should have invested in a collar instead of a mousetrap," you sneer, moving lower to sink your teeth into her shoulder. Your breath cascades over her skin and you feel her shiver beneath you.

A shame that your cock is only plastic. You would’ve loved to know how her cunt feels, clenching down on her. But this is fine too, as you watch the reverb of her plush ass every time your hips collide with it. Your free hand can’t help but be drawn towards it, squeezing one cheek until red lines appear on her creamy skin. Everything about her is so… bitable. All you want to do is sink your teeth into her and never let go. You double your efforts, and you’re rewarded by another whiny moan from the woman beneath you. Her legs kick out, or at least attempt to, as the pleasure mounts and mounts low in her belly.

“F-fuck,” she gasps, panting in between her lewd cries, “fuck, I’m going to—“

Your hand travels from her ass, under her body and back to her clit, and Jane groans. Her fingers find the edge of your desk and she grips it until her knuckles go white with force. You flick at her clit before rubbing it between the pads of your fingers, your other hand tugging back on her tail again. You trade your speed for depth, ensuring the tip of your cock kisses as close as possible to her cervix.

“Go on,” you command, “cum on my cock, like I know you want to.”

It’s perhaps the last order you’ll ever give her, and Jane obeys gorgeously. A scream rips from her lips, her entire body jerking with the force of her orgasm. You pin her to the desk with your hands and your hips as she thrashes, utterly lost in the throes of pleasure, your cock seated as deeply as it can go inside her tight pussy. You can’t help but lean down and sink your teeth into the nape of her neck at the sight, some intrinsic instinct to mate taking over you.

It takes some time before Jane returns to her senses, and uncoils her tail from your hand. You move to withdraw, but the prehensile appendage loops around your waist, all while she still rests against your desk.

“Oh?” you hum, as the tip of her tail travels up your body, the sharp ends prodding at your jugular. Jane pushes herself up from your desk, the image of debauchery, with her makeup smudged but still holding that insatiable hunger in her eyes. She glances out of the large office window at the glittering city below, the lights shining more like starlight than anything that could be seen from above. When she turns to you, her expression is an invitation.

“There’s still some time left,” she says after a beat. “Maybe we can make the most of it.”

She doesn’t need to tell you twice.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Do Ghost and Jade's kids don't know about their careers (or in Jade's case, former career)? Cause the comic you made of Andrew seeing Ghost in the middle of the night sorta implies they don't know about their parents' military background.

HMMM HM HM Good catch right there 👀👀

So this is also a part of what I've been thinking inside the Riley family after they have kids.

- I feel like the kids would definitely know about Simon's career as a soldier. BUT, as they are still in their early teens, I'd imagine that Andrew, Gracie, and later Orion know that their dad is a soldier, but that's the extent of their knowledge. They do know about Simon's nickname "Ghost", but they don't know how Simon operates inside the Task Force, they're not aware that their dad is an officer of one of the most elite and dangerous task force in the world. As far as they know, their dad only has edgy hobbies that involves black outfits and skull/skeleton themed. Heck, they even made fun of his preferences in outfits.

- But dear God, they never saw him in a full-on combat gear, in the dark of the night.

- Ghost is an officer, so day by day, he'd left the house with open face, and only wears the mask inside the car. After work day, he'd take off the mask before entering the house. If he's too tired, he'd try to sneak in in the deep of the night without making a sound. He'd sworn to himself that 'Ghost' will never enter his family and children's house/lives. They do not need trouble and his dangerous line of work to enter the one thing he cherishes the most.

- However, once you have kids, you can't hide anything forever. They'll find out by themselves (in this case, Andrew is entering his puberty and needs some midnight munchies). Simon and Lottie knows this, so they already have everything figured out. What would Andrew's reaction be, what would Gracie's reaction be, what would Orion's reaction be. They've discussed what they'd reveal, and what they'd still keep a secret, again, until they're old enough to know. They tread VERY carefully about it.

- About their mother though, that's a whole different story. After their marriage, Jade has strictly commited to be a mother for her kids, and opened a branch of The Garden in Herefordshire. She's an ✨ entrepreneur ✨. She's not that active to be called into deployment as before she had kids. If she's used to be 60% florist and 40% TF141 ally, after she had kids she'd be 98% Mum and Florist, and 2% TF141 Ally. Her kids literally only knows her as a florist, and that's it. Up until their late teens, Andrew, Gracie, and Orion would have no clue nor idea about her past with MI6. She didn't lie, she's just holding the truth until they're big enough to understand.

- In fact, Ghost BEGGED and asked Jade to not be active inside the TF141 or any conflicts anymore, considering Ghost would be deployed a lot (and how he's promoted to Captain and above), he'd want his wife to be with her kids. Jade herself also agreed, but she also told Ghost to not die and do stupid stuff. Even though married and less involved in the TF141 business, her resolve stayed the same. If he's missing, she'd pick up the guns in a heartbeat.

- Now, back to the kids. I'd imagine that because of how eventful each of Simon and Lottie's lives are, it sort of like become a game to the family. Each birthdays of the kids, Simon has established a "3 Question" rule game, where the kids can ask their parents anything about their lives. From Andrew and Orion, it's usually trivial and simple stuffs like "What's the naughtiest things you've ever done" "What's your favorite bla bla bla". HOWEVER, with Gracie, its always "What's your favourite mission?" "What's the worst condition of a dead body you've ever find?" "Who's the most difficult bad man you've ever encountered?" "Where is he now?"

- Ghost and Jade would answer with only two sentences. Looking at each other for approval. Gracie is most definitely Simon's daughter with that line of questioning. BUT, again, with every birthdays, and with their increasing age and they become more mature, they'll reveal everything bit after bit.

- By the time they finally know everything about their parents, they'd be in college years, probably, and Simon would no longer be the Ghost (he might be one of the higher ranked officer at this point), and Lottie would be completely out of the Task Force 141 game, becoming a regular civilian. Still, it'd be a legendary story to tell.

WOOHOO I kinda yapped a bit there, but hope that answer your question!

[mourningsbane]

Hi hello, just find out your blog IM SO NOT WELL ABOUT IT'S IT'S SOOOOO GOOD. Love the artstyle, love the story, love how ghoulish it is!

That being said, little theory time.

Oh Honeyspirng, Love, I might not know what killed you, but it seems like you are so so deep under the soil. You are the dirty little secret, a curse, a literal skeleton in the non-existent closet. You and your missing kittens, taken away from you (by the order of your love [the deputy, Frail was the name?] who hoped they were alive), so you rot somewhere beneath the dirt. You are alone, with no warmth to call your own. They buried you with no proper care, tossed aside, without zero concern of you. So StarClan won't claim you, they cannot. So you linger a constant reminder of the terrible negligence the clan put you though, don't you.

From Pretty words to simple words, I just found this blog and i am pretty darn sure that Honeyspirng can't know peace and hunts the clan cuz they fuged the burial. No respect to the dead as in desecration of the dead in hope to safe kittens who would never be born but also no proper grave to call thier own made them this way. Perhaps they were stuffed into a burrow? That would explain the first bit with "can't breath". StarClan nor DarkForest can claim them, so she lingers. Looking for her kits and hoping for connection they loved so so much in life.

And why would they do that? Well my only bet is on a little bit of prevention, Honeyspirng was sick so a quick burial would be safer - the sickness would not spread, and a little bit of superstition - Honeyspirng's kits weren't looking like regular kittens so the clan might have took it as a bad omen, and not burring them properly would be an act to try and shield the clan of any negative consecration the kits and Honey could bring after death, which frankly resulted in them being hunted. Which could be considered a great mistake, error in judgement that lead them here👀

-🐰

Oooh! I love reading theories like this! It makes me happy to know that people find my little story interesting enough to theorize, and I love seeing people's different ideas! I especially love your word choice!

That being said, you're certainly on the right track. A LOT of things were fudged regarding Honeyspring's everything, and it's certainly going to come back to bite.

In life, Honeyspring was responsible for expanding the burrows, and when she passed, the clan buried her in a burrow she was working on before she became so gravely ill; it was supposed to be a nursery. The kits did not come out of Honeyspring's womb dead, but they didn't (couldn't) live long. When her kits passed shortly after, they were taken by Tanglefern to be buried separately.

If it helps, ALL of the main cats (Tanglefern, Flaildrizzle, Rootstar, Bearface, even Sweetkit) have a fatal flaw. Tanglefern's is cowardice, he'd never admit to his mistake.

[jcollinswrites]

How the fudge are you writting so fast??? I sit down to write and end up with nothing or reworking plot instead of writing 😭Have any tips you want to share? Perhaps the ingredients to the dark ritual you perform to get the motivation and remain focused 👀👀👀

So, first of all, you'll need half a newborn, shaken, not stirred…

lol jk (don't shake babies)

Believe it or not I'm the same as you, so here are some stuff that helped me tremendously, especially with my squirrel ADHD brain:

NUMBER ONE that I needed 20 years to learn, is that… forget editing, man. You can't edit if there is nothing to edit, so first you have to sit ya ass down and just fuckin' do it. It doesn't matter if it's shit at first. It's called work in progress for a reason. Who cares if it's shit? You can edit it LATER when the whole thing is already done. What you're reading in my game is literally my first draft. Lots of scenes might change later. In fact, I'm already changing scenes in the background, I'm just not always telling you. It doesn't matter. If anyone gives you shit for it, tell them to kindly fuck right off.

Have a plan for the book (written down. Not just in your head). Don't even start writing until you have a plan for the entire book. It doesn't have to be detailed. Mine is just bulletpoints, but you should know which chapter will contain what, including plot points, character development, relationship progress etc, otherwise you'll get lost, especially in a big IF. And then as you get closer to the next chapter, you can work out more details in the plan to help the actual writing.

If you don't feel like writing a scene, then don't write it. Leave a placeholder word there (I use 'mandarin' because that word likely won't come up anywhere else in the text), and instantly move on to another scene that you have inspiration for. Later, you can just search for 'mandarin' and add the scene when you feel like it. If you accidentally come across any MANDARINs in my game, that's the reason lol.

If you are writing an IF, it helps to start simple. Write the story until a choice comes up, then write the title of the choices, and continue ONLY with the route you feel the most inspired for atm (use mandarin for the rest). Don't let your momentum die by getting bogged down in choices. That's why I have so many greyed out choices when I start a new origin or chapter. I just write write write until the end of the chapter, THEN I go back to whatever choice is the simplest to add, and put the variations in the already-existing text if needed. Repeat until all the choices are written and coded in. This way, the text might feel more organic too, because you already have a pre-written skeleton that you can just add variations in.

Keep notes. It helps to have them on paper, next to you, so f.ex. when you make 9 different deities to choose from, you don't have to go back to the beginning of the chapter every single time to look up which deities those were and what they mean, you can simply turn your head to the side lol.

Take regular breaks. Exercise, stretch. Keep a daily schedule. Eat and drink enough. Try to keep a good health. Your brain won't work if it's starved.

Know yourself and your habits, and be honest with yourself. I know of myself that once I start working on the big plot points, I won't have any motivation to come back to the beginning again. That's why I'm writing all the origin stories first, because I know that if I start going into chapter 2, I definitely won't feel like coming back to start yet another route from the very beginning. So if you don't feel like doing something, then just… don't do it. Or do it simpler. Do it smarter. Trick that asshole brain into cooperating.

Last but not least, guys, 90% of my motivation COMES FROM YOU! Your engagement, your messages, your feedback, every little interaction is what keeps me going! So write me! I will answer! (if you aren't a dick). Literally, about anything. Even if it's just "hey I really liked this small detail here", that will already make my day, seriously. I LOVE talking about my work, and I'm pretty sure every author is like that, so keep engaging with writers, because that's 90% of the reason when a novel gets finished! I'm writing for YOU! Your enjoyment, your fun, because I love telling stories, but those stories don't mean anything if no one is reading them.

[mikimakiboo]

Surprise adoption

Once again based on @ancientschampionau 's Real Age AU

Soooo surprise surprise, I may have done a little something with your little something 👀

Quick summary: For some reason a Nightmare from a Dadmare au found baby Nightmare and decided he will be his fifth kid, the gang is not happy with that

Some notes at the end

How did Nightmare ended up in this AU ? Did he open the wrong portal again ? He wasn't at the supermarket, he was standing in front of a farm. Was he in Farmtale ? No, he had already been to Farmtale multiple times, he would have recognized the magical signature of the universe. A new timeline maybe ? One he hadn't explored yet ? Maybe... but he didn't have time to explore it, he left the castle to go grocery shopping for his four boys, and he couldn't just leave them alone for too long or else they would make a mess in the house again. He didn't want to clean up tonight.

He sighed, turning around, but as he lifted his hand to summon a new portal he saw someone, well, not someone, himself, he saw himself standing in front of him, himself from when he was six with his bright lavender eyelights and white bones... what was he doing here ? It wasn't his AU, why wasn't he in Dreamtale ? Did he get ejected from his AU ? Did the AU collapsed and this Nightmare found himself in this timeline as an outcode ? It wasn't his place, it wasn't a place for a child... he looked at his portal... the groceries will have to wait, he couldn't just leave him there, when he was his age he would have killed for someone to take care of him, if he could give that to this tiny version of him, he would do it, especially since the apple incident visibly didn't happen yet. No one saved him, but he would be the one to save himself.

The little Nightmare on the other side... did not expect to be grabbed by this adult corrupted version of himself, like, at all. It was a nice day today, Horror told him he could play in the backyard while he was making dinner, it was supposed to be safe, he was just behind the house after all. When a portal opened he quickly got up with excitement, thinking it was Error paying him a visit, but it wasn't, since he found himself standing un front of, well, himself, but an adult version of himself, a real adult version. He didn't know what to say. What did that mean ? Was their AU, their home, under attack ? Was this Nightmare's gang, if he had one, going to make an entrance too ? Did the multiverse simply replace him since he wasn't fulfilling his guardian role anymore ? He didn't understand. And what he also didn't understand was why the adult just grabbed him out of nowhere to cross the portal again. Was he allowed to leave this AU ? Probably not. But he also wasn't allowed to follow strangers and technically the adult wasn't exactly a stranger. Plus it wasn't his fault, he didn't even follow him, and he wasn't sensing any vile intention from him either, so he would probably be fine, it would just be a small trip, he would be back before dinner !

On the other side of the portal Nightmare recognized the castle, it was practically the same as his, which made sense because since they were alternative versions of each other it was logical for them to choose the same place to live. He wondered if the gang was the same as his or if he picked different versions, maybe they came from a Fell universe ?

- Boys I'm back !

The adult called, closing his portal with one hand, holding the child against his chest with his other arm. Nightmare turned to look as he heard rapid, and little, footsteps coming from the hallway.

- Dad !

An excited high voice yelled as a small skeleton entered the room, not older than six years old, he had tar leaking from his eyesockets. Nightmare recognized him immediately despite his surprise: Killer was a kid ? Another skeleton followed, arriving just as fast as Killer and bumping into him, this one had a hoodie on with mismatched eyelights: Dust, who looked the same age as Killer. The two children rolled together on the ground, none of them looked hurt and judging by the sigh the adult let out it was most likely an habit for them. Nightmare looked at them, now fully expecting everyone to be a kid, and his theory was soon confirmed as the two remaining skeletons entered, much more calm than the previous two: Horror, who looked older than the others, maybe eight, was holding a little Cross by the hand, he looked four. So this Nightmare's gang were kids... he had heard about some AUs where he would take care of his gang as children, Dadmare and Mommymare AUs, if he remembered correctly, and since Killer called him "dad" he was pretty sure this one was a Dadmare AU, which meant this was one of the safest AU he could have ended up in with Dadmares usually being pretty chill.

- Who's this ?!

Killer asked as he got up, spotting the tiny Nightmare in his dad's arm. The adult kneeled so all the children would be on the same level.

- He's your new friend, his name is.. uh..

- Night.

Night answered before the adult could come up with anything. He didn't particularly want to change his name, but two Nightmares would be confusing and he didn't want anyone to choose how people called him, this choice was his to make, and "Night" wasn't that far from his real name.

The four kids looked at him with different level of curiosity, out of everyone Killer was the most excited to have a new friend.

- My name is Killer ! This is Dust, this is Horror and this is Cross !

He happily introduced everyone, unaware that Night already knew them. He simply nodded.

- Did you found him like you found me ?!

Killer asked Nightmare, his dad.

- You could say that.

- Dad found you in the trash.

Dust added, looking at Killer. These two seemed to tease each other just like in Night's AU. Nightmare frowned.

- Dust, don't say that.

- But that is true ! You found him in a bin !

Dust argued.

- That... that is true but it is still not a nice thing to say.

Dust mumbled a "sorry", earning a little pat on the head as to show it wasn't a big mistake and that Nightmare wasn't mad.

- How old is he ?

Night didn't notice Horror and Cross getting closer. Horror was the one who asked the question, Cross hiding behind his leg.

- I'm six.

Night answered.

- Six ? But you're the same height as Cross ! And he's four !

Killer noted. Night simply shrugged, he didn't have an answer to that, at least he didn't have one that didn't involve malnourishment, near death experience or physical abuse, so he decided to not say anything, it wasn't worth it, especially considering he wouldn't stay too long in here, he had a home to get back to after all.

Nightmare put him down, and the moment Night was on his feet Killer grabbed his hand.

- Come, we'll show you our room !

And with that he pulled him to go to their room, a big room where they all slept and played together. Night let out a little yelp when Killer suddenly ran, he wasn't used to run anymore and he felt a pinch in his back, luckily the room wasn't far so he didn't have to run for too long. Horror opened the door, never letting go of Cross, and they all went inside.

The room was heavily decorated with lots of toys and posters, no doubt the children choose their decoration themselves and Nightmare didn't object. Killer let go of his hand to go stand in the middle of the room, his little arms stretched out to show everything.

- This is where we all sleep and play ! Dad doesn't let us bring food here but don't worry ! We found a way to sneak some food in here without him knowing !

- Dad knows, he just doesn't say anything because he thinks it helps us develop our skills.

Horror contradicted him, but Killer wasn't listenning, already looking through their box of toys. Night noticed Cross staring at him, he was the only one who hadn't said anything yet and stayed close to Horror, he couldn't blame him: Horror was a reassuring presence. He waved at him, making the small skeleton flinch but shyly wave back.

Killer finally found what he was looking for and brought back multiple little cars and action figures.

- Here ! All we need to play !

Dust grabbed some pillows, putting them on the floor to lay on them so they would be more comfortable. Night looked at them settle before going next to Dust.

- Can I sit here ?

He asked. He wanted to be with Dust, he knew he was different from his own Dust, but he was still a Dust, he felt safe with him. He felt safe with everyone, but Dust was just.. special to him.. he couldn't explain it, he just felt it.

Dust looked at him for a moment before nodding and looking at the new kid settling down on the pillow.

It was nice, very nice even, to play with kids his age, especially when these kids were alternate versions of his family. For how long had Night wished to have friends ? For how long had he looked at the villagers, wishing that at least one of them would want to play with him ? He knew his gang would arrive soon, but he kinda wished they wouldn't arrive too soon, he wanted to play a little longer, to enjoy something that had always been denied to him. He felt good here.

- What do you mean he's gone ?! You were watching him !

Back in Farmtale, a scream emerged from the house, making the birds flee from a tree nearby.

- I mean he's gone ! He's not in the garden ! I looked at him, put the chicken in the oven, and he wasn't there anymore !

Horror screamed back at Killer, worried but also pissed that he was insinuating that he failed watching over the child. Killer didn't mean it like that, it actually came out meaner than he thought, but it didn't matter now: Nightmare was gone and they didn't know where he was.

- Who the f#ck would kidnap a random child ?!

Dust asked, clearly as mad and worried as everyone. Cross tried to calm him down, to reassure him, maybe Nightmare wasn't far, maybe he was in the vine field or the woods, he always liked taking walks in the woods before. But it wasn't like before. He wasn't as strong as before. If something happened, he couldn't defend himself.

- Don't you ever read the news ? Kids get kidnapped everyday !

- Killer, please, you're not helping...

Cross gently scolded him, they were already worried enough, no need to add such information.

- What if the Stars found him ?

Dust blurted out. They looked at each other, they all thought of that but no one dared to say it out loud, as if not saying it would prevent it from being real.

- We need to search the AUs.

- That would take ages to look through all of them !

Horror claimed. He was right, that would take long, especially when they didn't know which one to begin with.

- Do you perhaps have a better idea ?

Killer asked, losing patience. That's when Cross remembered something.

- I have one; when I went shopping with Nightmare Error opened a portal above us and told us he sometimes looks to make sure everything's fine, maybe we could try to leave a sign so that the next time he looks he knows something is wrong ? And then he can localize Nightmare's code in the multiverse ?

They thought about it for a moment. That could work, Error could find his code faster than they could, and even if Killer didn't particularly like the idea of seeking Error's help, he was their best and only solution at the moment.

- But how are we gonna leave him a sign ? We don't know when he's looking.

Horror asked before a glitchy voice interrupted their thoughts.

- No need for a sign, I heard you talking about me. What do you want ? And make it quick, I have other things to do.

It was late in the AU Night was in, he didn't know if time was passing at the same speed for him as it was for his gang, but here it was almost dinner time. Would it be okay if he ate here ? He was hungry, but he was already supposed to have dinner at home, would Horror be mad if he ate before dinner ? They were still so cautious about what he ate, what would they say if he ate something that his magic couldn't digest yet ? Maybe he shouldn't eat, but he was hungry... he would just ask for a little plate, not too much food should be fine, he would say his tummy hurt a little and he didn't feel like eating a lot. It would be fine, surely it would be fine.

- Boys, dinner is ready !

Nightmare called. The boys rejoiced and quickly abandoned their toys to get up, Killer left the room first, followed by Dust, Horror helped Cross getting up and looked at Night.

- You're coming ?

Night looked at him for a second before nodding and getting up. A pinch. His back hurt. He must have made a face because Horror was still looking at him, frowning.

- Are you okay ?

Night nodded again, he didn't want to worry them, his back would probably be fine, it was just a pinch. Horror didn't insist, Cross tugged on his arm, he wanted to eat but didn't want to speak, eyeing Night. He seemed shy. Night followed Horror in the dinning room to the big table. His back hurt when he walked, he just hoped his wound didn't reopen, because there was no one there to take care of it properly. He watched as they all sat at their respective seats and before he could ask anything he felt the adult grab him to sit him down on a chair.

- You can sit here, I hope you like cannellonnis ?

He asked as Night looked at the plate in the middle of the table, it looked like tube shaped pastas with meat and tomato sauce inside and grilled cheese on top. It looked good, but he still couldn't eat too much.

- Can I have only a little please ? I'm not very hungry and I don't want to waste..

The adult looked at him with some worry before smiling.

- Of course, you eat as much as you want.

Once the food had been served, they all started to eat, Nightmare helping Cross to eat and not make a mess but still watching Night to make sure everything was okay with him.

- What do you mean he's in a Dad AU ? What the f#ck is a Dad AU ?!

Killer asked, not satisfied by the localisation Error gave them. The Destroyer sighed, did he really have to teach them everything ?

- A Dad AU is an AU where Nightmare, usually called Dadmare, takes care of kids, with most of the time the kids being you but it can be anyone.

- Why would he be there ?

Dust asked, not satisfied as well but not yelling like Killer.

- How the hell would I know ? You asked me where he was, not how he got there !

Error responded, quite pissed with all the questions.

- Can you make a portal to this AU ?

Cross asked before they could start a fight that they clearly didn't have the need of right now. Error sighed before raising his arm in the air, focusing for a second to find the right line of code and tearing it open to create a portal.

Night was hiding. His back hurt. It was fine before dinner, hurt a little during, and started to hurt a lot when he went back to play with the others. He got scared, he wanted to go back home now, he liked playing here, he really liked it, he liked having friends, but his back hurt and he didn't want to be touched, he didn't want to be with strangers when it hurts, even if he technically knew everyone here, he wanted his gang, he wanted his family, he wanted Dusty...

- Night ? Where are you ? Come out please, we're not gonna hurt you..

He heard the adult version of himself looking for him. He curled up even more in his hiding spot, trying not to make noise as he felt tears forming in his eyesockets.

- Why are you crying ?

Night flinched at the voice and quickly looked on his left: Horror was sitting next to him, he didn't hear him arrive. He shouldn't be surprised, Horror had always been the best at finding things, of course he would have found him before the others.

- I wanna go back home...

Night sobbed, he was tired. Horror looked at him with sympathy.

- Why didn't you tell dad you had a home ?

He shrugged, he didn't know why, he was just curious to see what would happen.

- Dad brought us here because we didn't have a home anymore.

Horror explained.

- But if you have one then you should go back to it. Do you have parents too ?

Night nodded, he did have parents, he didn't know if they considered themselves as parents or simply as caretakers, but to him they were his parents, his family.

- Then you should go back, they must be worried. Come, we will talk to dad.

Horror got up, stretched out his hand for Night to grab and get up too. He didn't let go of the older child's hand, clinging onto it as he left his hiding spot. He followed Horror until they both stopped. There were screams, people were yelling, and Night knew these voices.

- Where is he ?!

Killer, the adult, yelled. Him and Dust were the first to cross the portal, Horror was in the middle of it and Cross was on his side. Nightmare was in front of them, visibly confused by the sight of the adult versions of his kids, worried for their safety and mad that these people broke into his house to scream some nonsense at him.

- Where is our kid ?!

- I don't have your kid ! How many times do I have to tell you ?! Get out of my castle !

Night tightened his grip on Horror's hand.

- They're my family...

He said quietly to the older child who seemed pretty confused by the strangers and why did they look like them. Horror still nodded, he knew universes existed, since their dad brought them all from different places, but he had never seen other versions of himself. He wasn't supposed to, as they weren't allowed to leave the castle without Nightmare and he never took them with him when he made his portals. They got closer, just enough for the adult version of Dust to spot them.

- Nightmare !

He rushed to his side, but before he could get close enough to grab him a tentacle blocked him, impaling the floor in front of his feet between him and the child who grabbed Horror's arm for more reassurance. They were fighting because of him, he didn't like that.

- You are NOT taking him away.

Nightmare growled, his corruption dripping. When Night still had his corruption it would sometimes drip too, usually when he was really angry or too sick or tired to maintain it in place.

The other kids were on the doorstep, alerted by all the noise and scarred for their dad.

- You were the one to take him when he was in our backyard !

Horror accused him.

- Because he belongs here ! He needs someone to take care of him ! To protect him ! I need t- He needs to be safe !

Nobody responded. Cross looked at Horror to see if they understood the same thing. They did. This Nightmare was still a Nightmare, he had his own bagage of trauma, and he found himself in front of his kid version, of course he would want to protect him, how could they not figure that out before lashing out on him ? He faced terrible things, and he faced them alone, he didn't have anyone to protect him, he must have thought that protecting this tiny version of himself would help him cope with everything he went through... he was not a monster, he was just hurt and nobody ever saw it, nobody ever tried to understand what he felt and to help him...

Horror took a step forward, Nightmare tensed but didn't attack, he knew his boys were there, if a fight started he couldn't protect them alone against four. Could he even fight them ? Could he fight when his opponents had his kids' faces ?

Horror spoke, calmly.

- He is safe. We can assure you that he has everything he needs and is being taken care of by all of us. He is not in any danger.

Killer didn't understand what he was doing, why was he so calm when their baby clearly got kidnapped ? He was about to say something when Cross made a quick hand gesture to tell him not to, to let Horror manage it.

- No one is gonna hurt him, no one is gonna approach him like that again, he isn't in danger anymore. He is safe now. I promise.

Nightmare's gaze locked on him as he was speaking, his corruption dripped less and his tentacle relaxed a bit.

- We just want to take him back home, we don't want to fight, I'm sure you can understand that.

Nightmare felt a tug on his shorts. He looked down: Cross, his baby, was looking at him, his eyesockets filled with tears. He bent down to hold him against his chest, standing back up with his kid in his arms. He couldn't imagine his life without them, without his children, his little gang as he called them, if anyone tried to take them away from him he would tear up the whole multiverse just to take them back. These four adults seemed to have done just the same for their kid. He didn't have the right to take him from them. He retracted his tentacle.

Dust quickly grabbed his baby and pulled him against his chest, returning with the others as he looked at the black skeleton. Night looked at them too.

- Can we come back some times... ?

He hesitantly asked Dust. He liked his new friends, it was fun to play with them, at least when his back wasn't hurting. Dust looked up at the others, Killer didn't seem to like this idea, but it looked like he was the only one as Horror and Cross both seemed okay with that and the group of kids was looking at them expectantly. The little Horror went back to his dad's side.

- The kids liked him...

Nightmare simply said, gently rocking his baby Cross in his arms. Horror smiled softly, this Nightmare wasn't dangerous, he could tell he really took care of the children and they all genuinely liked and trusted him. This castle was a safe place.

- Of course, we're happy he made some friends.

He agreed, shushing Killer before he could protest. The kids looked happy, and a quick look at their own baby comfired he was pleased too.

- We have to go now, we can't be gone for too long.

- Of course, I'm sorry.. for what I did..

- You better be.

Killer spat before crossing the portal again, rapidly followed by Dust, he needed to check Night's wounds.

Horror nodded at Nightmare, and he too returned home with the others, Error closing the portal behind them. Their baby was safe, it was all that mattered at the moment, that he was back in their home...

It mattered so much that no one noticed that the chicken burnt in the oven. Good thing Nightmare already ate.

- the end -

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I'M DOOOOOONE

So many characters it was hard to keep track sometimes :')

The baby got kidnapped, but he made some friends ! So it wasn't that bad

Dw about Killer he was just very worried for his tiny baby, Horror did explain everything to him afterwards and, yes, he did feel a little bad, but not too much, because this other Nightmare still stole his baby, and that is unforgivable

@ancientschampionau here's your surprise ! If you're wondering why I asked you about Cross's and Horror's age/responsibility it was because I couldn't decide which one should be 8 and which one should be 4, but I didn't want to spoil so I asked the question like that ;3

Also i HAD to put some angst I love writing angst SO MUCH so here you go, a little bit of angst sprinkled on the fic

Was Nightmare projecting his trauma onto baby Noot ? Yes, yes he was

Hope you'll like it !

I proof read this at 3am so there is a HIGH possibility that there are still mistakes left

[floofyroro]

With my ✨golden birthday✨ approaching, I think I’ll finally post part 1 of my Crosshair/fem!reader fic this week. 👀

I’m itching for feedback so I think this will be good motivation to polish and edit this week so that it’s ready to be uploaded by Sunday evening, CST.

Here’s a sneakpeek in the meantime.

Consider it a small taste of what’s to come. 🤫

The Herbalist

Summary: A year after rescuing Omega from Tantiss, Crosshair is still adjusting to life on Pabu. You're the island herbalist who has just returned from a year-long pilgrimage on Naboo. As you familiarize yourself with the island newcomers, you grow close with Omega, who becomes your little helper in the gardens. Somehow, you continue crossing paths with her intimidating brother and you find that you're drawn to his elusiveness. (Slight AU because Tech is alive.)

His name is called amidst the clamor of the crowd and Crosshair squints as he scans his surroundings, only to find Omega waving from a corner stall. The humidity clings to Crosshair as he parts through a throng of people and he’s lost track of how many times he has cursed the climate. The familiar training blacks he’s worn for most his life were recently confiscated by Omega, in the name of ‘relaxation.’ 

You need a fresh start. I think most things hold memories, whether good and bad, she had argued.

After that, their unconventional squad were given the island’s finest garments made of kelpcotton and linenfiber, courtesy of Shep. The boys knew it was all Omega’s doing as it has her fingerprints all over it. Crosshair shoves thoughts of his beloved training blacks aside when he’s met with Omega’s eager energy as she stands next to another stall.

She’s practically beaming as she holds a jar up to him. It’s seemingly filled with an organic mixture of sorts, the contents rolling to one side due to Omega’s tilted grasp on it. She then pops the lid open and a waft of earthy aroma hits Crosshair’s senses immediately. 

“Do you recognize it?”

Before Crosshair can even respond to Omega’s prompt, his brother interjects.

“Our evening tea!” Tech leans in closer to sniff. “We made our last brew just last night. Excellent thinking, we’re in need of a restock.” He winks at her then, and Omega nods in resolve, snapping the lid shut. 

She then motions behind the stall, bringing attention to you. 

That overpowering aroma of tea hits Crosshair's senses once more. You emit an air of quiet confidence as you stand surrounded by what he surmises is your livelihood; hanging foliage, dry and fresh alike strung together, creating a cascading effect around your stall. Vitality is the word that resounds in his mind, perhaps due to the nature of the items you’re offering to sell. 

And maybe due to the healthy glow of your skin.

Omega tugs at his sleeve, drawing his attention from you. 

“You’ve been sleeping better at night, right?” 

He pauses to consider. It’s been evident that the past two weeks have garnered the most restorative rest Crosshair is able to experience. Nightmares still plague him most nights, but considering his sleep over the past three years, the difference is night and day. He ignored Wrecker’s comment the other evening that he no longer resembles a human skeleton and that his skin has lost that dull, transparent sheen to it. 

One could also blame that on the relentless sun, Crosshair had countered. 

Or on the meditation! Omega had chirruped.

So, Crosshair waits for Omega to continue because surely she has some sort of agenda to share. 

“Well, that’s thanks to the herbalist,” Omega finally says, pointing to you. “She’s been showing me how to take care of the island’s garden plots and greenhouses.” 

A connection is made then; when Omega wants a break from training, whether that be piloting with Tech or hand-to-hand with Hunter, she’ll disappear from the household until it’s time to commune for dinner. She almost always returns with tousled hair and a thin layer of dirt coating her skin. Your name is mentioned in passing during their evening meals but Crosshair has never thought twice about you. Now he’s putting face to name and realizing that she’s been assisting you all along.

[sillygh0st]

I vodwatched Cellbit first qsmp vod and wrote down MANY moments that I barely see people talking about o/

Felps crashing the ship bc he trought that It was like using a bike is well know on the comunity, but the ship was also haunted btw

Mike first interaction with richas was him joking about sitting on Richas to hatch him??? My headcanon about qmike being a creeper hybrid with pink feathers was born after this lol

Roier giving diamonds to Cellbit :')

“There's always a fool and a scoundrel leaving the house, you're the scoundrel" (Tem sempre um otário e um malandro saindo de casa, você é o malandro) Cellbit to Richas

Richas taking time to write and writing that she would like to live with her parents :')

Cellbit asked richas who were his parents and Richas responded “vocês” (pac mike Cellbit e felps) <3

Cellbit saying 4 papais aww

Richas saying that he will live wherever his parents want :')

They calling quackity a vagabundo 😭

Slime with Richas for 0.1 seconds and cellbit coming shouting "não não Richas!! Papais!! Papais!!” ( He didn't wanted richas to be with slime and wanted richas to be with his papais :’)

He keeps saying "our son" awwww

"Take the sword your pai gave you!" (Pega a espada que o pai te deu!)

Richas raising the "feed" sign and his 4 papais all desperate looking for food to feed him :'))

Cellbit fighting with Bobby oh no

Cellbit saying he loves Roier but not Bobby aww :’)

Cellbit e slime KISSING!!!!

"Desculpa sou meio manco" (1:49:21)

Cellbit talking photo of them together ,,

"Abrigado pela comida"

"Você só odeia os ovos pq não tem um!!"

Quackity 1% Richas father + Cellbit 24% too yayyy

“You teach spanish and we teach crimes and guns!” Cellbit to quackity talking about Richas LMAO

Quackity singing nossa nossa assim você me mata omg I forgot about this momment

SHAKE BOLOLO

“oi filho!” (Cellbit to Richas)

Everyone dying bc of a bull and a muscle zombie 😭😭

Richas model disappearing and everyone freaking out bc he turned into a tall white thing 😭😭😭 also first time that cucurucho got mentioned for the Brazilians :O (Cellbit and felps were saying his name wrong for like 20 minutes LMAO)

“seus outros papais” “papai felps”

Mac e pike 😭

Richas doing parkour and Cellbit freaking out about him taking fall damage :’)

Richas falling into a hole and Cellbit screaming “tá tudo bem!! papai tá aqui) (its okay!! papai is here) :’(((((

felps said "eu peguei 4 packs" (I got 4 packs) and clarified that wasn't about pac their friend (pegar can be "got" or even "make out", even bc pac and pack rhyme ) and Cellbit said that was the first day, and that they needed a party before??????? while felps said "Not yet" about making out with pac???? ON THEIR FIRST TWO HOURS ON THE SERVER???

Cellbit and felps wanting to teach richas how to kill and richas that he will become a murder machine awwww

Richas died :’) cellbit screaming on chat saying everything wrong was funny

Cellbit telling felps that they need to lie about what killed richas LMAO they didn't wanted the others papais to be mad at them so yeah the necromancer appeared spawned 10 skeletons said “he is watching” and vanished cellps my beloved

Now cellbid said that they need to say that the necromancer had white eyes bc they have herobrine trauma LMAO (pac e mike old series)

“WE ARE CLONES FELPS” (seeing their dead bodies) is also the first time of cellbit saying that there is something wrong on the island :)

Cellps telling tazercraft and quackity ABOUT the “necromancer” but mike don't believe anything that they said LMAO

“Cocorocho vagabundo” - pac

OHHHH FUGA CRUMPS 👀 some long time before this cellbit and richas they hide them under a chest, after (2:42:00) mike says that he saw a white figure (they were saying cucurucho) opened and put something on the chest, felps went to open It and the tnt exploded, killing him. Richas almost split out that It was her and pai Cellbit that put the tnt there, Cellbit says that he didn't put in there, Pac says “oh yeah I don't think you would do this with …. felps'', saying it on a weird and different tone, probably the CC remembering that on fuga cell killed felps 👀👀👀👀👀 FUGA CRUMPS FUGA CRUMPS

Cellbit and pac went to a cave and the iconic celltw kiss happened omg

Cellbit talked with pac about them (fuga four) creating a secret laboratory under the favela where they would do secret and paranormal experiments ohhhhhhhh (chume paranormal LMAO)

Cellbit and pac founded a very weird place that looks like a mine maid by player with MANY torches, one moment cellbit lost pac and freaked out LMAO (they keep calling the place the herobrine cave lol)

“A casa do cocorocho” (they got cucurucho name wrong)

Cellbit wants to sing a lullaby for richas :’) pac is getting Diamonds to do a armor for Richas too awww

Cellbit gave pac a pickaxe and also asked for a stick while pac said “por você cellbit eu te dou 10 paus” (“for you cellbit, i gave to you 10 paus”, pau = stick/dick) and they both laughed

Cellbit almost threw away richas slime "não vou jogar fora o primeiro presente do meu filho” (im not going to throw away my first gift of my son) :’)

THEY LEFT THE CAVE AND ENDED UP ON FIT HOUSE. PAC SAID THAT IT'S A PRETTY AND DIFFERENT HOUSE GUYS GUYS. And now they ARE on Ramon house walking around ,,,,,, guys ,,,

CELLTW AGAIN. They are returning to the favela and Pac said that the day was beautiful and Cellbit straight up said that “com você nele o dia é sempre mais bonito né pac” (With you in it, the day is always more beautiful, right?)

Cellbit and pac returned to the favela with felps Mike e Richas!!! Felps and pac (idk who else too) honked to each other???? 😭 awww also Cellbit screaming for richas and running for him :’)

MIKE PAINTING OF RICHAS :’)

Cellbit and felps screaming and calling each other Crazy for talking alone (with their chats) lol

They are going to do richas first quests!! They are going to give a bath to Richas, Cellbit accidentally hit (pinched) him oh no babie :( they finished their bath and Richas Said “obrigado pais!” While Cellbit and felps suffered from how cute it was

RICHAS ON BED WITH HER FIRST LULLABY BY HER 4 PAPAIS :((((( richas sleeping while they try to be quiet to not wake up the baby!!! They are calling him cute <3

Oh wait they are singing a demoniac lullaby to awake her? 😭😭😭😭 What's wrong with them <3 they want richas to never get caught with his guard down, “olhos sempre abertos richarlyson” ,,,

“sleep with your eyes open" *kisses sounds from all her fathers*

mike caught richas getting up (prob richas admin geting ready to leave) and they started to be like “oh no he is in that age already ,,,,” and while calling their child cucurucho and STILL kept getting cucurucho name wrong LMAO

Richas sleeping model was put into their only bed and now are incredible sad that they lost their only bed 😭😭😭

RICHAS SLIME!! his placenta haha :’) they are so happy framing It on their house aww

Cellbit dancing to the sounds of a dying skeleton? 😭

Pac e Mike logging out!!! Also Cellbit sending kisses to pac and pac too omg celltw ,,😭😭

“beijinhos!!” (little kisses) - Pac e Cellbit for each other AWWWW

Cellbit talking with felps about bbh being the “necromancer and 100% ready to throw the blame on him 😭😭

Cellbit seeing felps talking to himself on the other house and calling him crazy while felps do the same for him god cellps I love you

Bbh appeared to talk with felps and Cellbit and give to them armor, cucurucho also appeared but disappeared quickly D:

Bbh talked with them about the federation oooooooh

Bbh left and after richas woke up!! Bom dia Richarlyson!!

They are making richas cativeiro room!!

“tem cheiro de cativeiro, tem som de cativeiro, tem gosto de cativeiro, mas não é um cativeiro!” felps to richas LMAO

They are putting him to sleep now!! cellbit tried to sing a demoniac lullaby for her but felps stopped him saying that it's a too old song!! So felps singed a song with alien high pitched noises 😭😭

Moments from the vod to yall!!!! so many lgbtqsmp moments and cute ones :3333

[zelphin124]

Summer x YN Short Story

It's about time I feed the simps 👀.

Anyway, my short stories won't have any images until I can adequately draw. People don't like the use of AI, I guess.

Time to use your imaginations, you simps.

TW: SUGGESTIVE, PG-13

~o0o~

The ball wasn't as loud as you expected it to be.

In fact, one of the main reasons why you didn't want to come was the discomfort of a loud environment, along with the group of people that would constantly crowd you. Although you would suck it up until the end of the celebration, you couldn't say you enjoyed the mass amounts of people.

You weren't exactly sure what the event even was. Ink Sans had invited you and told you to wear something nice, as it involved people of royalty showing up. When you arrived, however, he was nowhere to be found. You figured he forgot about it... again.

As you stood by the snack section, you reopened the invitation. Apparently, this AU you were in was called SeasonTale. You'd never heard of it, and you didn't have much time to explore before being guided to a fancy palace near the beach. The AU in the doodle sphere seemed odd, too… instead of a single sheet of paper or one island… this AU had four papers overlapping each other, and the island version was expansive and had four sides to it. You wondered if that was due to the four seasons inhabiting one alternate universe.

You sat the glass of your favorite drink on the table before entering the crowd. Maybe Ink was somewhere in the mass of monsters, and you didn't see him. He was way shorter than everyone else anyway. You weaved through the crowd to spot a familiar scarf-

"Pardon me, dear~"

You knew that voice was directed at you. You spun around, looking for the source of the... very soothing and charming voice. You'd never heard someone speak so eloquently, which only grew your curiosity.

You spun around a few times, unable to find the source of the voice until he stepped forward. Immediately, you saw how tall, powerful, and proud this skeleton was. He wore a fancy yellow crown that signified status. His face had many yellow prints, including a star and a sun. You guessed that he usually wore a yellow outfit to compliment his sun-like eyes, but he was dressed in a beautiful royal blue garment that fell to his feet. His pants fell into his long white boots. His eyes were locked onto you, and his smile was always present on his face.

He looked like a king.

You greeted him with a bow and a few chosen words, unable to mutter anymore. Your favorite-colored outfit flew against your body gracefully as you paid your respect. Perhaps he was just a king of the Summer Kingdom, but you had a feeling it was much more than that.

"No need to bow, darling~" he shook his hand. "Being in your presence, the honor is mine."

You weren't sure how to reply to such a compliment as he took a few steps towards you. He towered over you and continued to smile as he looked down. Your face became flushed when you realized his ribs were showing.

"The music will start soon," he extended his hand toward you. "Allow me this dance?"

Although you couldn't dance very well, you figured denying a king to a dance would be rude. You took his hand gently, realizing your hand was small in his.

"Heh, your hand is adorable," he didn't hesitate to grasp your hand before pulling you closer to him. "And so are you~"

Your blush covered your face, and you could not react appropriately before the king swept you off your feet into a rhythmic dance. The only thing you could muster to do was to look up at him as he guided you across the marble floor.

You decided to concentrate on dancing. However, when this man was leading, it didn't seem so hard. In fact, you realized he was perfectly guiding you in each step, making your task very easy as the swaying music continued to gently play in the background.

The murmurs around you hushed quietly. You felt various people staring at you and the king before some of them decided to dance themselves. Despite your wandering attention, the king's gaze stayed transfixed on you.

"What's your name, doll?" His voice as smooth as butter rang through your ears. His smile had softened as his feet still moved gracefully.

You tell him your name with a couple of stutters. The butterflies in your stomach and the heat coming from your face did not help you speak clearly. You were so flustered by this monster's presence, your mind felt fuzzy. Did he put some sort of spell on you? Did someone put something in your drink earlier? Were there-

"What a lovely name for a glorious person," he soothed, his right hand pulling your waist closer to him before twirling you around. "You may call me Summer, skip the formalities."

The smirk that grew upon his face was accompanied by a small chuckle as he continued to observe you. It was obvious he found whatever noise came out of your mouth adorable. Normally, you would find someone staring at you this long to be uncomfortable. But this king, Summer, he was different. You wanted him to continue looking at you. You wanted him to stare, as if you were addicted to his gaze.

To say you felt attracted to him was an understatement.

Summer continued to ask questions about you, always putting in some sort of pet name like doll, darling, sweetheart, sunflower, sunshine, and many more. He constantly flirted with you. Although embarrassed, you didn't exactly want him to stop. He was giving you so much attention, almost too much. It was nice and something you hadn't experienced before.

"Has anyone told you that you're the most beautiful person in the room?" Summer cooed. "Cuz' you are, sunflower."

Finally, your brain was able to function. You asked him what he ruled over, hoping to change the subject.

"I rule over all of SeasonTale, darling~" he smiled as he slowed down, swaying more than dancing. "And you?"

You chuckled in embarrassment, as the only thing you really ruled over was your stuff animal collection.

The sun king laughed in amusement. "How adorable!" He glanced to the side before looking back at you.

You decided to interrupt him by asking him why he was paying so much attention to you. Although it wasn't a topic you would have brought up initially, due to the amount of flirting he did, you were curious.

"If it wasn't by my actions..." Summer paused, twirling his thumbs inside of your hand palms. "I've taken quite an interest in you."

You told him to drop the formalities.

"All of em?" He chuckled before his face got closer to your own. "You... you're stunning... you're stunningly beautiful... I've never seen anyone like you before," he whispered, his voice soft. His grip tightened around you, and his eyes were shining. "My dear, will you give me the honor of getting to know you? I can't let an opportunity like you go..."

The king of SeasonTale was enthralled with you and wanted to get to know you. You thought you were dreaming. You weren't going to let this go to waste. You accept his offer, asking him what he would like to do after the party.

"Oh, not tonight," he chuckled, his hand grazing your cheek as he sighed. "I have too many kingly things to do... What about tomorrow? I can take you to my favorite cafe... It'll be on me, I'm sure you'll love it, my little sunflower."

Your heart was pounding harder than you thought possible. Your face was so red, it was unbelievable. You barely were able to utter the word 'yes' before you hid your face in his chest.

The king chuckled and stroked your back gently. "You adorable little thing~" he smiled before pulling you away to look into your eyes. You would always remember his smirk.

"See you there, cutie~" he cooed, leaning closer to you until you felt a gentle kiss on your cheek. It was gentle, soft, and sent shivers down your spine.

Before you could process what was happening, Summer backed up, winked, twirled in his robe, and vanished from sight.

"There you are!" Your friend Ink came bounding toward you. "I was looking for you everywhere! Granted, I was thirty minutes late... but dang you're really good at hiding in the crowds!"

You couldn't even look in his direction as your own hand traced where Summer had kissed your cheek. You stared at where he disappeared. You were in awe of what had just happened.

He captivated you.

"Y/N?" Ink's eyes became question marks as he stepped in front of you, snapping you out of your gaze.

You greeted Ink before taking his hand to go find Error. Apparently, the artist wanted to annoy the destroyer 'for funsies' as he put it. You glance back at the spot where you last saw the king. You blushed as you saw a note on the floor that he knew he left you.

Cocoa Cafe, 1pm, CoffeeTale.

________________________________

Continue?

YES NO

[yappacadaver]

All my notes from the Q+A, organized by topic

Going as in depth here as my notes allow, was doing this at work so I may have missed some things. This will be long. but here’s the gist of it below 👇

Companions

Switch from 4 person squad to 3 person squad

For the sake of combat gameplay, 3 seemed to be the right fit

Was described as more “immersive” and “intimate”

The team wanted to “spotlight” these characters and give them more presence

Romances and relationships

All seven companions will be romanceable by any Rook

All are pansexual, none are asexual

Companions will romance each other if Rook doesn’t

Confirmed Harding/Taash as a possible companion romance

Companions may “temporarily leave” based on Rook’s decisions but will still “always fight for Thedas” as “this is the greatest threat we’ve seen”

Heavily teased permadeath

When asked abt the possibility of a Manfred romance: “not THAT skeleton, but not NO skeletons”

Misc Companion/Npc info

Inky will be coming back, as confirmed before

Devs excited for the “authenticity” of our new companions, and the fact that they “feel like dear friends”

Companions’ looks will be somewhat customizable, like in DA2 where their fit could change depending on story beats, but with a wider range of choices

These will be the “deepest companion arcs we’ve ever done”

Combat

Mechanics

The combat will be “quite tactical” with more opportunities for strategy in higher difficulty settings

A “robust difficulty system”

Tactical mode will not be overhead, but will be a targeting system as shown in the demo

Tactical mode will be used in and out of combat

Emphasis on synergies and combos

Companions will be controlled via issuing “commands”

Rook’s death/downed status will cause a save to reload unless one of your companions has learned the revive spell

Healing magic is coming back

Class specifics

Some specializations for mages were mentioned including Necromancy, “Combat Mage” which promised more close quarters fighting, and “something more elemental”

Dual wielding is coming back but is once again for rogues only, not warriors

Warriors will have a choice of ‘sword and board’ or two-handed

Cone of Cold and Fireball are getting revamped versions, namely Frost Nova and Meteor

Character creation

Appearance

Everyone who spoke about the character creator was very excited to mention how robust it is

Extra attention paid to hair styles and physics

“Magnificent” dwarf beards

More tattoo variations for different cultures

Body sliders and a wide range of skin tones

The character creator will be shown off in more depth in the future before launch (👀)

Roleplaying and story

Rook will be from one of six factions, that will combine with a "lineage" to provide context for our character

There will be no playable origins, but we will be given opportunities to define the character through play

This includes defining emotional reactions to the mentioned events of Rook's background and lineage

Rook can be nonbinary, with He/She/They pronoun options

Crafting will, while revamped, make a return. You will be able to "improve and customize" your character's look

Somehow, they were not able to reveal more about crafting because it gets into spoiler territory ("a mysterious entity helps you")

The Keep will not be coming back, instead you will be able to define your choices from previous games through the character creator in a "Last time on Dragon Age" type of recap

Gameplay

Locations

The game begins in Minrathous, as confirmed by the gameplay teaser, but doesn't stay there

Rook will be visiting plenty of new locations previously unseen in gameplay such as Arlathan forest (where there will apparently be many "fade touched" enemies)

Kal Sharok was mentioned, with no confirmation that we would actively go there in-game, but they promised to "show what they can" of this location

We will have a hub (like skyhold/haven) called The Lighthouse

While war table missions won't be making a comeback, the lighthouse will have it's own gameplay functions

Locations will change based on player actions

More brand new locations will be "drip-fed" to us in references, like Tevinter was in dao

No more mounts, as locations are trimmed down and more linear we will not need them

Dialogue

Tone/Emotion/Choice wheels are coming back

Emphasis on making clear what Rook will be saying/choosing (hopefully no more mishaps a la "glass him")

Wanted "choices to be explicitly clear, consequences less so"

Dev notes

What everyone on the team is excited for

Character creator got huge shoutout

Companions were also hyped (story arcs feel deep and authentic, characters react to you in a meaningful way)

Art team received a big shoutout as well, with this being their "best attempt yet" at visual storytelling (not just codex entries and conversations)

Veilguard is meant to combine "familiarity and novelty" with the team saying it should feel like coming home to longtime fans, and also be something fresh for new players

Team Promises

A focus on delivering a complete single-player experience (no microtransactions, no subscription, no live service)

More VA information and teasers in the future pre-launch

More information on pre-orders soon

Side quests will be "handcrafted" and "support the narrative" ie no more collecting shards, no more getting locations locked behind power mechanics

Accessibility features were glossed over, but there was some talk of saving this info for launch (???)

Random bits

We will have many opportunities to hug and pet Assan the griffon

Elves went bald after living a millennium, this is why solas is an egg

The inquisitor will be heavily tied to solas' story and will appear in the flesh

The decision of who was left behind in the fade will not be important to Veilguard, but was heavily implied to be relevant in the future (not in this game but...)

[misc-obeyme]

You know how (almost) every Demon has their Little D? I was thinking, what if there's a Barbatos Little D? I mean, he neither confirmed nor denied it 👀

Let's call him Little D no. 8 (Barbatos is once again the number 8 lol). Little D no. 8 is rarely seen and works most of the time down below the torture dungeon. they're so good at hiding that most Demons don't even know they exist. But then Mc, who got lost wandering around the castle, accidentally tripped over the little D no. 8 and quickly finds out that: Yes, Barbatos does indeed have his own Little D! Big Evidence to the Skeleton bat wings horns! (I don't know how else to call them?)

But I like to think Little D no 8 is a little bit more expressive than Barbatos. So, pre relationship with Barbatos and MC, Little D no 8, knowing exactly how his Boss feels towards them, made it his mission to play wingman. Little D no 8 is constantly complimenting, staying close to Mc, helping them out if they need a hand, and bragging how amazing, skilled, talented, and hardworking their Boss is!

Honestly, personally, since I love the little D's so much, I would probably neglect Barbatos for his Little D because they're so CUTE! Or I would go, "This is our child now." Forget Papa Mammon, here comes Papa Barbatos! I swear this old ancient Demon can't catch a break.

Papa Barbatos a;dkfkdlfj

Nooooo but I can't help thinking Barbatos would be extra strict with his own Little D. Like I dunno, just imagine him having a look he gives the Little D that like instantly makes Little D back off, you know what I'm saying?

Then again, Barbatos is probably already in love with MC so he'd end up being more indulgent about the whole thing.

I've seen some interesting ideas about Barb's Little D or even whether or not Barb himself is a Little D.

But I like this idea... it's very cute~

If Barbatos had a Little D I'd never let them out of my sight!! Tell me all about how amazing your Boss is, little friend!! 😭

[osleeplessflowero]

Could you write something with classic papyrus 👀 if your requests are open still

Love your stuff btw

let's see...i sure can, anon! (i'm glad you like my content :])

Word Count: 3,601

It's a warm, welcoming day. You sit casually in your living room on the couch reading over one of your favorite novels, humming a familiar tune as you use your imagination to the fullest. Mystical worlds full of wonder and mystery..that sounds like a wonderful place to explore.

Your peace is interrupted by the ball of energy that is your datemate, Papyrus, opening the front door to your shared home with a wide smile, shifting to what he deems a "cooler" pose as he leans against it.

"I Have Returned From Gardening With The King, My Love! I Sincerely Hope I Hadn't Kept You Waiting Too Long." He shoots a wink in your direction, earning a little laugh as you walk over and press a kiss to the skeleton's cheekbone. His cheekbones then proceed to flush as a smitten expression overtakes the previous one.

"Don't worry, Paps. You're right on time. So..any big plans?" You tilt your head as the skeleton snaps out of his dizziness, putting his hands on his hips as he stands up straighter.

"Now That You Mention It, I Do!" He holds out his hands for you to take them, so you do. He leads you into the living room, motioning for you to wait a second as he..floats to his room to put his things away. Sometimes you forget he can do that.

He walks right back in moments later, proudly smiling.

"So! I Have Spent Some Time With My Good Friend Mettaton, And With His Advice I Would Like To Properly Court You!"

"Court me?" You smile, raising a brow at your partner's antics.

"Yes! See..We Haven't Had A Proper Date Before, But Now I'd Like To Take You Somewhere Nice! ..For The Both Of Us."

You let out a hum as he kneels before you in a knight-like fashion, gently holding your hand in his own as if you were royalty.

"Would You Do Me The Honor Of Going On A Date With Me?" He smiles up at you, eyelights shining..how could you say no to that? Letting out a chuckle, you nod your head and jolt a little when he stands up abruptly.

"Excellent! Well, I'd Best Take Some Time To Plan...I Want To Surprise You! Will A Few...erm. ..Hours Be Alright?" He asks, holding his hand up to his chin to think. You smile amusedly at that.

"Yeah, I don't have any plans anyway. Do whatever you think is right, Paps." You give him a hug from behind, making him smile before letting him rush away to start planning. A warm feeling creeps its way into your heart..he's putting so much thought into this, all for you..such a sweetheart.

You decide to go into your room while he's planning, rummaging through your closet for something you'd like to wear. It's a bit of a difficult task as you don't know exactly where he wants to go, so you go with something not too formal, but not too casual either.

Papyrus paces back and forth, writing ideas down and even going as far as to call his brother for some ideas as to where to go. Eventually, after planning for hours, he'd found himself ready to go and walks over to his closet, looking for something appropriate for the evening.

You sit in the living room, scrolling away on your phone through different socials before you hear footsteps approaching. Your eyes shift up as you see your datemate standing before you, taking in his attire.

He had chosen to wear a red jacket and his usual "Cool Dude" shirt beneath it, with slightly torn black jeans, some shades resting on his head to complete the look. His signature gloves are still present on his hands, as well as his signature smile on his face.

"Oh, Paps..you look so handsome. But then again, you're always handsome, so nothing's really changed." You stand, walking over to your partner with a warm smile.

He smiles, putting a hand on your cheek. "You Look Wonderful Yourself!"

"You're gonna make me blush." You grin, putting your hand over his and leaning into it.

He lets out a nyeh heh, before you lean back a little.

"So, Paps..where to first?" You ask him curiously, raising a brow as you face him.

"That Is For Me To Know, And For You To Find Out!" He grins, leading you outside and gently closing the door behind you as you both walk to his bright red convertible. You hold up your phone when you get a text, reading it.

punmaster - now

good luck

You - now

okay now im scared what's goin on

punmaster - now

dw about it

You - now

what are yall up to??

punmaster - now

cant tell im sworn to secrecy ;p

"Dearest, Are You Coming?" You raise your head to see your datemate smiling a little worriedly, sitting in the car already. Your face flushes when you realize you'd been distracted, walking over and getting in.

"Sorry, got sidetracked." You smile apologetically at him and he assures that it's okay, that he does that all the time.

Once you're properly buckled, Papyrus begins to drive. His convertible is definitely one of his favorite possessions in the world, the two of you often going for rides with no particular destination in mind, just wanting to enjoy the scenery and each other's company. The wind hits you both as he cruises through the streets, moving your clothes back just a little. Too much wind would be annoying to deal with.

Both humans and monsters alike wave as you both stop at a red light. Papyrus greets those he recognizes cheerfully as always as you both wait, waving them off once you remind him the light's green again.

"Sooo.. where are we headed, anyway?" You turn to him, a curious glint in your eye as you look him over. He shakes his head but keeps his eyes on the road, adjusting his mirror a bit.

"Oh No You Don't, I'm Not Telling You Anything! That'd Ruin It. I Am Not Going To Ruin The Surprise! Nobody Enjoys That." He chuckles as he speaks, an amused tone to his voice as he sees you cross your arms in response.

"Oh, c'mon! At least let me know what I'm wearing is appropriate." You gesture to yourself, frowning. It'd be pretty awkward if you showed up somewhere nice without the proper clothes for it..

He gives you another glance before shifting his eyelights back to the road. "You Look Lovely As Always, Dearest, You'll Be Just Fine As You Are!" He grins.

You sigh, deciding to leave it at that since his replies aren't getting you anywhere. He turns up the radio to a comfortable level as he turns in another direction, you decide to hum along as you scroll on your phone to keep yourself occupied. Excitement consumes you as you wonder where he could possibly be taking you. Curse you, surprises! But at least it'll be worth it when you get there.

Papyrus bounces a bit in his seat, excited to see your reaction. He'd put a lot of thought into how he wanted the evening to go, and with his brother's assistance he thinks he's managed to plan out the perfect evening. As..long as everything goes according to plan..

"..I'd Thought Of Doing Something Simple, Like A Dinner Of Sorts, But When I Thought About It A Little More I'd Realized That Wouldn't Be Enough Time. I'd Like To Spend Lots Of Time With You, So.. What Better Way To Do That Than Go Somewhere Fun?" He turns one more time, parking and taking the key. You lift your head as you pocket your phone, grinning wide when you realize just where he's taken you.

"A Carnival?!" You exclaim, smiling and getting out of the car as Papyrus makes sure the top is up, joining you. "Paps, how did you know they'd be hosting one?"

"I Had A Little Help." He winks, holding out his arm for you to take it. You wrap your arms around it, chuckling.

"Remind me to tackle Sans when we go see him."

He lets out a laugh, guiding you into the carnival. The wait beforehand was worth it in your eyes, since it's fairly late all of the lights have been turned on, making the space colorful and bright. You can hear some upbeat music playing through speakers set up, lightly bopping your head to the beat. The most eye-catching part of the carnival itself is definitely the large, illuminated ferris wheel behind the games with people lining up to enter.

"How long do you think they'll be open for?"

"Well, I Believe The Website Said That They'd Be Open Until Midnight Tonight, So There Will Be Plenty Of Time To Explore!"

"Let's get started then!" You drag him along, hearing him laugh a bit.

"Hold On A Moment! We Can't Do Anything Without Tickets. Wait Here!" He rushes away, leaving you standing in place. You let out a sigh, smiling fondly as he runs off.

"he's the coolest, huh?"

"Yeah.." Wait a minute. You turn your head, seeing the shorter skeleton beside you. "Sans?! What are you doing here?"

"i'm helping out over at one of the more obviously rigged games. they said if anything's left over at the end of the week i can keep it. i'll probably sell the prizes, or give 'em to paps. he loves collecting plushes. well, that and action figure sets."

"I hear that. Well, it's good to see you. Were you the one that gave him the idea for this?" You tilt your head, seeing him shrug in response.

"maybe i was, maybe i wasn't. either way, don't let him know you saw me. i wanna surprise him." He chuckles, before hearing him approach and shortcutting away abruptly.

"I've Returned! Ready To Go?" He holds out his arm for you, and you take it.

"You know it, Paps." You smile, leading him down a path to choose between the games.

Up first, you decided to go for a shooting game, sliding over a ticket and picking up a water gun. "So yeah, this one's pretty simple. You just shoot the targets until time runs out. The more targets you hit, the more points you get. And however many points you get determines what kind of plush you can get from up there."

"Sounds Fairly Simple! What's The Catch?" He raises a browbone, a curious glint in his eyelights.

"Well, there shouldn't be one to this game, but you've gotta be careful with some other ones. They tend to be rigged a lot of the time." You grin, waiting for the carny to start up the game and begin firing randomly at whatever targets you can. Papyrus watches you intently, mentally noting how the game is played. Once you finally run out of time, you step aside so Papyrus can give it a whirl.

"I'll pick something out after him." You smile, the carny nodding in understanding before looking back down at their phone. They're probably just working here as a summer job..makes sense.

Papyrus focuses his aim, before finally beginning to shoot. He hits quite a few targets! About as many as you do, only off by about one or two.

"You did great, Paps! Alright, which of these silly critters should we choose?" You look over the selection. The carny looks at the amount of points you'd gotten that they wrote down, saying you could pick from any of the medium-sized plushes.

Papyrus decides to get a bunny plush, a very cute white one with a red ribbon around its neck. One of its eyes are missing, but that just makes him want it even more. You smile fondly at the sight, still struggling a little to pick yourself, when you finally decide on a matching plush you can put in your room, only this bun is black and just so happens to have a ribbon the same color as your soul. Perfectly fitting!

You both step away from the game, looking for another one. A montage of sorts begins..

When apple bobbing, Papyrus manages to win almost immediately, using his teeth to his advantage. When playing a ring toss game, you both end up realizing the game's rigged and ditch it. When playing a duck game, you manage to grab the duck with the highest number, and receive a little set of rubber ducks as a prize. Oh, are you going to torment Paps with these for the next few weeks..he shakes his head as you deviously smile.

When playing a strength test game, Paps..almost breaks it. Almost.

"Paps- I knew you were strong, but not "break the machine" strong." You stare in awe at his score, while his skull flushes as he smiles beside you.

"I Suppose I Don't Know My Own Strength Sometimes!" "Explains why you can carry me and Sans so easily." You huff amusedly, dragging him in a different direction.

"Oh, let's go over to the Dunk Tank! I wanna sink somebody."

"A..Dunk Tank? Elaborate, Please."

"A dunk tank is a sorta game where you try to throw a baseball at a target so the person sitting above the tank falls into the water. There aren't prizes for those, but it's pretty funny to watch them fall."

"I've Got A..Sinking Feeling About This One." He smirks, proud of himself. You snicker, which makes his smile grow even more. These skeletons and their puns.. Sans is a lot more prone to telling them than Paps is, but when he cracks one or two it's always a delight!

"Don't worry, the person in the tank is totally okay. They're able to swim up and all, then the next person gets to try to sink them."

"I See..How Interesting!" He accompanies you over to the tank, but stops when he sees just who's in the tank, pointing a finger accusingly (and very overdramatically). "BROTHER?!"

"oh, hey guys. been watching you walk around. wanna give it a go?" Sans waves down at the two of you as you approach the tank. Somehow him having this role makes the most sense out of all the other ones. You can't exactly put your finger on why..

"How Long Have You Been Here?"

"the whole time. wanted to surprise you while i'm workin' here for a little bit." The lazier skeleton shrugs, his typical lazy grin there to match.

Papyrus sighs. "Of Course, That's Why You Suggested The Idea To Me, Wasn't It?"

"partially. other half is so you lovebirds could have some fun." Sans looks down at you. "should've heard this guy walkin' around in circles and ramblin' like a madman."

"Sans!" Papyrus' cheekbones flush, and you can't help but laugh in reply. Stars, you love your datemate.

"anyway," Sans clears his nonexistent throat, "which one of you wants to give it a shot first?"

"I'll give it a whirl." You pick up a ball, backing up a bit. Sans gives you a thumbs up, smug on his seat above the water. There's no water on the ground, so maybe nobody's managed to sink him yet. Well, you're not about to let that slide.

You move your arm back, then..throw!

You miss. Dang it.

"two more shots. c'mon, i believe in you."

You nod, throwing again. Another miss. A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you pick up the last ball, throwing it..but the hit isn't strong enough to knock him down.

"There's no way this shit isn't rigged."

Sans shrugs. "i don't even know myself."

Papyrus puts his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him, raising a brow. A determined glint is visible in his eyesockets as he grins down at you.

"Stand Back, Dearest. I Can Do This."

"give it a shot, bro." Sans gives him a thumbs up. You wipe a fake tear away from your eye, swooning dramatically as Papyrus steps up to avenge your attempts..and then, he throws.

SPLASH!

Sans falls right into the water. You both laugh at the sight as Sans shortcuts right back up, grinning. "nice job, bro. knew you could do it."

"Damn Right!" Papyrus laugh, putting an arm around your shoulders.

"you wanna do it again?"

"What do you thi.." You pause mid sentence, feeling a droplet hit your shoulder. You look up, seeing more droplets begin to fall. Papyrus' eyelights shrink as he looks to you.

"It's raining." You state, holding your hand out as droplets begin to hit it.

"It Wasn't Supposed To Rain Today! I Checked The Weather Beforehand!" He sounds stressed, glancing around.

You put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Paps, it's okay. There's a reason they're called weather predictions."

His focus stops on the ferris wheel, and his smile picks up. "We Can Ride The Ferris Wheel! The Seats Are Covered So We'd Be Shielded From The Rain!"

"Brilliant idea, Paps!" You run over with him (not without bidding goodbye to Sans of course), waiting in line eagerly before finally sitting down with him. You both sit across from each other, enjoying the sights. You find yourself looking out of the window as the raindrops hit it, smiling softly at the view of the city area nearby.

Papyrus watches you with a warm smile, eyelights shining with joy as he takes in your curious expressions..something so truly perfect to him. For a short while..everything is peaceful between you. You reach across to hold his hand as he joins you in observing the view..the other couples and friends alike alongside you doing the same.

..The wheel stops. Why has it stopped?

You both turn to look at each other, worry slowly consuming your previous expressions. You both look down as the person running the wheel who seems to be panicking, calling someone over to take a look.

"Yikes..looks like we'll be stuck here a while. But at least we're together, right Paps?" When he doesn't reply, you look to him. "Paps?"

He stares down at the floor, frowning. A stressed expression crosses his face.

"Paps, what's wrong? You can tell me." You speak softly so as not to upset him. He looks up at you, before looking back down. He hesitates a moment before speaking.

"This Is All Wrong." He rests his arms in his lap.

"What do you mean?"

"We Were Supposed To Have A Peaceful Evening, One We'd Remember For A Long Time..One Where Nothing Goes Wrong. But Now We're Here, Stuck In The Rain And Stuck In The Air For Who Knows How Long? I Just..I Suppose I Wanted This Evening To Go Perfectly. Now It's Ruined." He looks up at you.

You pause, thinking carefully about what he's said, before letting out a laugh. He furrows his browbones, putting his hands on his hips.

"It's Not Funny!" He cries as you calm yourself down, standing up and moving over to his side.

"You're too sweet, Paps. Nothing's ruined at all. I'm..super touched you care so much for me. I've had so much fun this afternoon with you. Just playing games, taking in the sights, you sinking Sans in the Dunk Tank.. and even if we're stuck up here, we're stuck together.. and I don't mind that at all."

His eyelights sparkle.

"This has been so much fun..being anywhere with you is worth it, no matter the circumstance. So what if some rain poured? We can still save the evening. It's not like it's totally lost just because some stuff didn't go according to plan. I've got you..and you've got me! And that's all we need, right?"

He smiles, visibly relaxing as he turns towards you.

"You're Right. I Need To Stop Obsessing Over The Little Things. We Can Still Have Fun! In Our Own Way. I Can't Believe I Was So Worried About That.."

"I love you for your imperfections, Paps. Nothing's ever truly perfect, anyway. And that's just fine."

You put your hand over his, your hands intertwining. His eyes soften as he shifts his position a little, raising a hand to hold your cheek..ensuring that you look up at him. You both smile at each other fondly, silently giving each other permission. He leans forwards..pressing his teeth to your lips, the two of you sharing a warm and loving kiss that could stop time. Not that you would complain if it did.

Almost as if it was your doing, the wheel starts moving again. You lean back a bit, surprised, before the both of you laugh. Everyone is slowly let off of the ride, and you plan an escape route.

Papyrus slides off his jacket, holding it above you both. "I Have A Crazy Idea!"

"Well, let's go with it!"

"Alright, Let's Run To The Car As Fast As We Can! Think You Can Keep Up With Me?" He looks down at you with that determined smile you know and love.

"I'll do my best!" You grin up at him, equally determined.

Aaand then you both just start running and screaming as you dart out of the carnival and into Paps' car. You both pause a second in your seats to catch your breath, before looking at each other and letting out a good laugh.

"Come On! The Night Can Still Be Saved. Let's Go Home And Change, Then Figure Out What We'll Do Next!"

"You've got it, Paps." You grin, turning up the radio as he begins to drive off.

Sans watches the car leave as he dries himself off with a towel, letting out an amused chuckle.

"those two were made for each other."

[gatitties]

Please please please part 10 of the seijoh manager!!!

Manager Miniseries

─Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─Summary: you were trying to have a relaxing afternoon playing minecraft with the team and ended up making a new friend

─Warnings: none

It's your lucky day because I was thinking of updating this miniseries soon so… 👀

9 < 10 > 11

You sat on your chair, turning around a couple of times until decided that you should enter the Discord voice chat that you shared with the guys on the team, you didn't use it much, but it was fine when you all had to discuss some things about training. But today you weren't here for any of that. You clicked on the group icon, immediately being greeted by different voices.

"Are we all here?"

"I don't understand why I'm doing this."

"It will be fun Iwa-chan!"

You sighed silencing the group until you could enter the game,you had been very addicted these last few days playing Minecraft, so much so that you proposed to create a server to be able to connect with friends and play. You clicked on the logo waiting several minutes, when it was loaded you went back to Discord to let them know that they could enter the world now but you only heard screams and screams from your classmates calling you.

"(N)?"

"(Nn)? Have you forsaken us?"

"She's been online the whole time."

"Is she muted? It doesn't surprise who would want to listen to shittikawa?""

"Hey! shut up, I'll make a better house than yours and then I'll hunt you Iwa-chan!"

"That, that! Show him who's boss Oikawa."

Matsukawa's laughter was heard, encouraging the rivalry between friends.

"I don't think Iwaizumi will be defeated so easily, right?"

"I'll kill that idiot and have the best house."

"I bet on Oikawa."

"Huh? Really Makki? then I go for Iwaizumi."

"Oi don't bet on us!"

"Makki you have made a good choice! but what exactly are we betting?"

"Mmh, now that you mention it I don't know, any ideas guys?"

"Whoever loses pays for a dinner for the whole team."

Both parts agreed with the proposal that Kunimi had made, immediately reaching a deal, chaos would return to the chat if it weren't for a grunt and a blow, creating a silence, which you took advantage of to speak.

"Guys, you can join the server now."

"I'll win against Iwa-chan so that he and Mattsun pay!"

"I don't think it was a good idea to agree to join."

"Yahaba, don't be so negative, I'll help you with your house and get materials."

"Thank you (N), I really adore you."

"Could I also have some help?"

"Sure Kindaichi, I guess I'll have to help you with the main thing."

You all started with the basics, gather some wood, kill a couple of sheep, create a small house until it got dark. Right now you were playing alone without using voice chat, you were concentrating on mining until you heard an explosion followed by a message in the in-game chat.

[King_Oikawa has been blown up by a creeper]

You couldn't help but giggle as watched your companions foolishly die one after the other because of the creatures of the night.

[Makkinotfound has been killed by a zombie]

[Yahaba_pro has tried swimming in lava]

[xXKentaroXx has drowned]

[Mattsun777 exploded]

[Iwaplay has fallen from a very high place]

You came out of your house armed with a stone sword, killing some zombies and skeletons, you met the first year boys who were trying not to get killed by a mini zombie that was running around like a demon. You got into a voice chat where only the three of you were, you were trying to help them.

"Help us please, we haven't finished the house yet."

"Sure, what do you need?"

"How do you make a torch?"

"Oh, Kunimi, let me guide you while Kindaichi finishes filling that hole with this."

You tossed Kindaichi some wood, then you explain to his partner how to craft some things, Kunimi really got interested in how to build a bed while the turnip boy was trying not to get hit by arrows. After a long while and ending up helping the third year pranksters a bit as well, you muted the voice chat again. You frowned looking at the game screen where a new message had appeared, apparently no one had noticed that another person had entered the game.

[Applepie has entered]

'I forgot to put a password to the server? what if they're a hacker or something? Nah.'

[(N): hello??]

[Applepie: oh I think I got the wrong serv]

[(N): don't worry, at least you're not a hacker or something]

[(N): or so I hope…]

[Applepie: I'm not]

[Applepie: Some servers are down and I thought this would be fine, your IP was open]

[(N): well it's just a server between friends, but you can stay and play :)]

[Applepie: thanks]

[Applepie: I think I'll stay, no lag here]

[(N): feel comfortable in Seijoland]

[Applepie: I will]

[(N): maybe we could talk on discord? If you don't mind of course]

[(N): I would like to have a internet friend]

[Applepie: ok]

You practically spent the whole afternoon playing with the boy named Kenma, you both had a good time, apparently had some things in common.

"Then he left me in the tree for an hour."

"I should meet your friends, they seem interesting."

You laughed at Kenma's story, according to a very tall boy from his club, he left him on the branch of a tree to take a picture of him as if he were a kitten but forgot to come back for him.

"Your friends also seem… curious."

"Believe me, you couldn't bear to spend much time with them."

[King_Oikawa: i just finished my house]

[King_Oikawa: mattsun and Iwa will be paying the team a dinner!!]

[Mattsun777: sorry dude, i don't think so]

A 'tss' followed by an in-game explosion was heard, the characters of Kenma and you looked at each other silently wondering the same thing in their minds.

"Did they just blow up the house of that 'King Oikawa'?"

"Yeah, they're betting."

"I guess they take it very seriously."

"No one wants to pay a dinner for the entire team."

"Understandable."

You two continued to ignore the boys chatting about Oikawa's house, while you asked your online friend for help to build something like an area so they could fight for that dinner. The rest of the team seemed to be starting to understand the game more so they were exploring everything without any help from their manager.

"Kenma, are you playing again?"

A faint voice came over the call, as Kenma's character stopped.

"Don't you have to bother Lev or something?"

"No, I like to bother you." the voice was getting closer to the microphone "Are you playing with someone else?"

"Yes."

You laughed at the clear irritation of your recent friend, catching the newcomer's attention.

"Hey? Are you playing with a girl?"

"Yeah, and she's listening to you, so shut up."

"Hello! I'm Ku-"

There was a blow followed by curses, several whispers, and finally Kenma spoke again, irritation spilling over his tone.

"I'm disconnecting now, my friend is very annoying."

"Okay, see you Kenma."

"Bye (N)."

Before he could hang up you heard a scream over the line.

"Now I know her name!"

Returning to your team who were still arguing over who should pay, you decided that was enough. You went through all the houses not understanding how Mattsun and Makki had built a bunker out of diamond blocks, Kunimi and Kindaichi had accidentally burned down their house for trying to make a Nether portal, or how Kyotani was chasing Yahaba with a bucket of lava because apparently he had accidentally killed Kentaro's dog. You blinked a few times to laugh out loud hitting your desk and inadvertently joining the voice call again.

"What is (N) laughing at?"

"From your trash home Iwa-chan."

"The only garbage here is you."

[Iwaplay has killed King_Oikawa]

"Hey! That's cheating."

When your laughing fit stopped, you were able to speak correctly, still with a mocking smile on face, trying to stabilize yourself, since it began to hurt your chest from laughing so much.

"Guys, why are your houses totally blown up?"

Apparently neither Iwaizumi nor Oikawa were near their houses because just hearing what you said they screamed in surprise.

"WHAT?"

"NOO my house dude!"

[zenpai-senpai]

Meet minty fresh!

A Fresh Sans varient, minty was found a lonely young parasite housed in a female sans body by fresh when she was a child. Being a parasite, it was rough for minty and she had a tough time finding a place to call home and friends. Seeing a bit of himself in minty, fresh adopted her as a little sister of sorts, raising her and showing her how to properly parasize. Minty remains in the body of a singular sans Instead of jumping from body to body, able to maintain its form without dusting due to her parasite's odd ice powers.

As a result of her time roaming the multiverse, minty is cautious of people she doesn't know, hiding her fear of abandonment and violence under a facade of excitement, bubbilyness and friendly jokeing. However, shes very curious and, to her brother's chagrin, very interested in pushing the mold he put her in of moral ambiguity. Though he himself is morally grey and tends to roll closer to the star sanses and "the good guys", minty seems more interested in the bad Sanses, Nightmare's crew and thus, more prone to selfish actions. Her kindness and feelings are not a facade but she won't hesitate to go to any measure if you get in the way of her curiousity and loves to see what makes others tick.

She takes " it was just a joke" to the very crumbling edge of good-faithedness. She wants to see the extent of everything from how much sadness dose it takes for you to feel numb to how far you can twist your arm till it breaks. Her dark curiosity knows no bounds and that certainly interests the type of nightmares and errors than dreams and inks. It doesn't help she seems to have a thing for bad boys thou 👀

While fresh is 90s fashion and greaser is 50s fashion, Minty is pure Y2k/2000s. She was mostly inspired, as are some of her other outfits (not pictured) by winter/Christmas outfits give to the Bratz dolls, in this case, Sasha's. She's a lot more stylish than this I swear lol this is her utility gear

Please don't ship her or draw her romantically/sexually with fresh (greaser and other fresh variants are fine), he may not be her blood brother/clutchmate but he raised her so they have a very close sibling relationship and i don't want my characters involved in incest ships. Just about every other ship is fine though. I obviously can't stop you but I will block you.

Alittle sketch/personality page

Here's her head!

(one with her hat and glasses and one with her ecto hair. I love box braids so much 🥺. Bonus her goggles and her ecto hair)

Info beneath the cut!

Name: "Minty" Fresh

Gender: Demi-Girl

Pronouns: She/They

Orientation: Bi

Species: Skeleton

Age: ??? (Adult)

Birthday: 04/24

Personality:

Excitable

Cautious

Nervous

Magic Color: Lilac

Parents:

???

[superbfirnacho]

Hey.

Hey! I heard you might have been sad...

So I'm here to give you a big ol' virtual hug! I hope you feel better soon! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ 💜💜💜

Oh and here's a cute picture of some chicks we raised last Spring if you haven't smiled yet.

If you're still not smiling... I might have to go call in a favour with a certain skellie...

Awwwww no this makes me feel so much better! (Though I wouldn’t mind a favour from my favourite skeleton👀) this made me so happy and the chicks are adorable! Thank you for being in of my biggest supporters, I’ll forever appreciate you for that my lovely friend. (Also, I answered your ask abt swap ivy if you haven’t seen it yet! :3)

love you❤️❤️/pla

[localcryptic]

i saw you reblog the sidestep asks so 👀 being honest I don't know any of your sidesteps so lets start with some introduction questions: 1 + 3 + 4 + 17 for sidestep(s) of choice?

thank you for asking !!

what is their secret identity? do they have any nicknames? what is the meaning behind them?

Taliesin Becker (they/them/he) usually goes by just Tal. they hadn't even considered going by a nickname after picking out a name for themself, but Ortega started calling them Tal back when they were Sidestep, and it just stuck. it's how they introduce themself now.

3. what is their villain name? why did they choose it?

Retribution. Tal believes in enacting justice and taking down those in power. they want revenge against the specific people who hurt them, as much as they want to destroy the systems that allowed for any of this to happen in the first place. so, embodying that sense of divine punishment feels right to them.

and also yeah, when i first played Rebirth in like 2019 or whatever i was like :O woah that sounds cool... AND ITS THE NAME OF THE SECOND GAME??? and it just stuck. a runner up name i've considered for them is Ruin

4. what does their villain armor look like? what is their typical style of dress?

Their armor is shadowed, mirrored and mysterious. they want to remain as anonymous as ever, remaining faceless and seeming almost ghostly in their movements, making them impossible to place.

since Tal is quite tech-savvy, i imagined the armor to have a lot of technical detail even available on the surface, going off of sort of cyberpunk armor designs for inspiration. the multiple metallic planes almost make it harder to tell what you're looking at when they're in motion- creating a camouflage through the visual noise.

since they have enhanced armor as one of the design choices, i always imagined it built out with more structure, padding, plated portions, and with additional supports to head, neck, and spine, to avoid major injury.

even though they like to seem mysterious, they'd allow a little ornamentation: ridges of armor to protect their back follow the skeleton underneath, and their helmet appears spiked, emulating horns. there's a visual cross between Techwear, Human Anatomy, and Gothic Architecture.

oh, and a cape, of course.

their regular fashion sense is much more boring. i think they ultimately dress for comfort, but have embraced some more off-beat, grungy and edgy styles, especially now that they don't have to worry quite as much about standing out. Tal prefers masculine looks, baggy clothes, and of course, lots of layers (wish them luck in the LD heat). even though they can afford to get new things, they prefer to shop second hand or mend what they already own. they're no stranger to a DIY project and it's easier than trying to go to some place like a mall with all those people and security cameras. since the events of Rebirth, they've upgraded their grown out haircut to a more intentional edgy sideshave/queer mullet vibe. it compliments their new piercings very well :)

17. what is their ultimate goal?

i answered this a little bit earlier by accident oops but Tal wants to dismantle the system and create some real change. obviously the government has too much corruption for anybody to fix the issues from the inside, so an outside force has to be the next best thing. they can't help the idealist inside of them.

Tal became Sidestep back in the day because they thought that was how they could make a difference and do some good for people. but since Heartbreak, and going back to The Farm... the only way to keep this from happening to anybody else, to get the justice they want, is to break the world as they know it. disrupt the system, break the cycle, expose the corruption.

honestly, they're terrible at being a villain <3 but the vigilante route already failed them, so there's only one way out

(here's a link to all the questions, thank you again for asking!)

[honeyuuyuu]

any art blog recommendations?

Art blog recommends you say? 👀

I have plenty of them! I’ll try giving as much of a summary of some of their main themes are! These are TWST art blogs tho ^^

Most of these people are older than me and I- errr- I look up to them 👉👈

@bunnwich -> They are a huge Leona simp, and their Yuusona is Yuuta, a green-haired bunny who is also very cool ✨

@beats-7979 -> Tweel simp with incredible art! She had commissions before but I’m not sure if she’s opened shop now but if she does, please do support her! Her OC is really pretty, too!

@leonakingscholarship -> A Leona, Vil and now a Cater simp! Best themes I’ve seen and she loves the Pomefiore aesthetic. She also has really aesthetic and unique OCs!

@loneliness-of-spring -> Another amazing artist who can also fill your dash with the most funniest reblogs accompanied by the most funniest tags. Super cute Yuusona and also met them before irl and they’re really cool!

@daily-trey -> They don’t know me but errrr- hey- love how- it’s just- T*ey- yeah- and your art is very cool, and very funny it makes my day- NONE OF YOU SAY A WORD- I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GONNA SAY MOVE YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD I AM NOT A T*EY SIMP- i think-

@evilcokito -> Incredible art and OCs (Sandra-), and they draw Sam a lot and give a lot of limelight for the staff which is very neat. Also they’re very funny ✨

@comingyourlugubriousness -> Precious Idia simp, with cute art and they are vibing. Very nice and wholesome art, support their commissions too if you can!

@twixxsted -> I HAVEN’T SEEN THEM FOR A LONG TIME BUT TRULY, TRULY, TRULY THEY HAVE INCREDIBLE ART AND A BEAUTIFUL DIVA OC CALLED MUNA PLEASE SUPPORT EVEN THOUGH THEY AREN’T HERE AS OFTEN

@vaporvipermedia -> They have amazing art, a big Rook simp, and they colour so nicely it scratches your brain in all good ways ✨

@tunabesimpin -> Funniest artist I’ve ever met- cute art style and even cuter Yuusona. Need I say more? And they’re a Floyd stan-

@moomoomooing -> Another super cute art style with an even cuter OC! A Leona simp who is very wholesome and I love talking to them they are amazing 💕

@oseathepebble -> A Jack simp with funky OCs and funny memes drawn by them, they are slay ✨

@paporuii -> They have the cutest, comforting art I’ve seen and I always feel very happy when they post something. Not always TWST but it’s always so beautiful and adorable 💕

@cleumuu -> I’m pretty sure you know them they’re like pretty famous but I will reiterate myself: JAMIL (yes they are a Jamil simp) X CUTEST YUUSONA CREATED BY THEM- also they have really cute art of Grim and their overal art style is pretty!

@forgwater -> While they do make a lot of funny meme edits, they have pretty cool art. Most of them are cursed but it really is worth it- it’s funny af- makes me hysterical laugh in a good way-✨

@nicoliharu -> Another pretty famous artist but I will reiterate: Ruggie simp with a Diva OC, they are a power couple but also very cute together. And their art is gorgeous!

@akaipepo -> Not as active but that’s okay. They have beautiful art when you see them absolutely gorgeous 💕

@raix-lv -> Mostly a writer but they make pretty pencil sketch art when they post their own drawings I love them 💕💕

@the-trinket-witch -> Funny Octavinelle simp, funky skeleton OC and they’re art is very cute, but also cool. Idk how to describe it well it’s just very unique and I love it 💕

@thetwstwildcard -> They have very pretty OCs, and one time they drew Aepper’s chibi Sprite as a surprise gift and that was very nice of them! But besides that, very cute and pretty art and I hope they’re doing well!

There’s many more artist, but like goddamnit all of them are talented 💕💕