A/N: This isn’t even 1/3 of what the full epilogue is going to end up being. But I am so frustrated about not having posted in like 2 weeks so take this fro suspense I guess??? @marquiis-de-la-baguette you wanted suspense?!
flutter open, there’s a bright light and your eyes can’t focus on it. Philip…where is…where’s Philip? Your
eyes were starting to adjust but things were still a bit hazy. You looked to
your right and saw a silhouette, warm skin, dark and wavy hair. Angie…? The figure came closer to you
and you were met with an emerald green. Wait…Rachel?
You blinked away the metaphorical film over your eyes. There she was.
“Oh my God… Oh my God! You’re alive! Oh God…!” She was
crying, tears staining a face you had almost forgotten.
“A-Anna…? Where…What’s going on?” You wheezed. She looked
tired, like she had stayed up for days.
“We were jumped; don’t you remember?” Yeah, I do remember. I also faintly recall a bullet passing through my
skull. “Some asshole tried to mug
us, he pulled out a gun and everything! You saved my fucking life! You gave me
a chance to run and call the cops. I heard a gunshot and I thought…I thought
you were dead. But when the ambulance came, you were still alive! Apparently
the bullet got lodged in the chamber and exploded, you only got some of the
fragments. The real problem was that after the shot didn’t work, he used the
handle to hit over the head. You’ve been pretty much unconscious for eight
days… But you’re awake! You are never allowed to almost die on me again, you
“Yeah, we were all starting to think that…that you wouldn’t
make it… But on that second night, you woke up for a little bit! It meant you
had a chance! I missed you so much, nerd bucket!” she cried, you felt your eyes
burn a bit from tears pricking at the edges.
“I missed you too, smarty pants!”
to spend a few extra days in the hospital for observation and that gave you a
chance to get caught up. All of your friends and family sent their regards and
you were glad to hear from them after so long, but that was the thing. Time was
odd for you. The memory of waking up under the lamp post felt like it was four
years ago, but the shot happening in the street and the shot from Eacker felt
like they just happened. It was like both worlds existed simultaneously for
you, and you simply moved yourself between them. You felt like you were
forgetting something, there was a gap of time missing from between your second
death and you waking up in the hospital. It was blank slate that troubled you.
However, something else was bugging you even more. Philip. It was gnawing at
you, you didn’t have answers, you hated not having answers. Was it really all just a dream? No, it
couldn’t have been! He…he was real… You’d see the sun rise every morning
and smile, forgetting that he wasn’t going to say hello to you before
breakfast. When the sun would set you’d cry, because you knew that he wouldn’t
read you a poem he wrote earlier that day. You were unbelievably depressed,
even more than you had been in the past. You lost someone, you sacrificed
yourself for them and for what? This loneliness, this feeling of something
The days felt longer and all you
had to do all day was think about him. You wanted answers but had no way of
getting them yet. You were lucky to have Anna around, honestly she was the only
reason why you’d smile for a while there. You were the one to die, but it felt
as if he had. You didn’t have any way of knowing if the world had just reset
itself, and truthfully that scared you more. What if none of it happened? None
of it mattered? But some things were different, something had to have changed. Your
hands, they weren’t calloused from the years of work and writing with a stupid
feather. There were no scars on your palms from breaking that fragile teacup.
They were exactly how you remembered them to be. You looked into the mirror,
Anna warned you not to freak out. All across your right temple and some of that
side of your forehead were tiny red indents. According to the doctors, the
broken shrapnel hit you and would definitely leave scarring. Every night you
looked at the dots and remembered what Philip said to you on that night. ‘Now
we match! I have spots on my face and you have some on yours!’ ‘Baby’s breath,
it looks like the stars. Well, and you remind me of the stars.’ It felt almost
taunting to you.
“I guess now we really do match sunshine…” You heard a knock
at your door.
“Come in!” You called out, you heard her voice.
“Hey, sister! I come baring something you’re going to love!”
You flinched a bit when you heard Anna call you ‘sister’, you weren’t sure why,
that was one of her nicknames for you. It just had an odd sense of familiarity.
“What’s up?” You tried to sound as much like your old self
as possible. You felt like you were four years older than your body.
“I got you a lil present!” She skipped over to you and
handed you an envelope. “Open it! The anticipation is killing me!” She whined.
You chuckled softly and carefully tore it open. Reaching your hand in, you
pulled out two small pieces of paper. No…fucking…way! “Hamilton tickets!
Richard Rogers Theater, on Broadway! How
much do you love me?” She raised an eyebrow. You were completely astonished.
“How did…when did… Who did you have to kill to get these?”
“No killing involved, honey! And when it comes to getting
them…let’s just say I know a guy who bought them a long time ago and doesn’t
need them anymore.”
“That sounds…ominous. Your eyes are doing that scary glint
“They are not, my eyes are beautiful and the most impressive
shade of hazel you will ever see!” She snapped her fingers.
“For the last time, your eyes are green, they’re only brown
on the very edge and honestly it’s closer to a black color.” You two had this
fight all the time, it was honestly just an inside joke between you both at this
point. She rolled her eyes.
“The doctors said that you could be signed out after in a
few more days! We’ll go have a girls’ day out on Wednesday and then finish it
all off with the show! Doesn’t that sound awesome?” She sounded so happy and
hopeful, you always appreciated her energy.
“Are you sure you can do that? I know you’ve been missing a
lot of school because of me, wouldn’t that hurt your grade? How am I supposed
to feel when I find out that my best friend’s political career is ruined?”
“Nerd bucket, you don’t need to worry about anything. The
teachers adore me and my grades are perfect! Do not ever question my
capabilities! Also, Roxanne called this morning, she can’t wait to see you,
she’s making cookies for you.” She informed.
“Aw! Roxanne is such a sweetie! Seriously, how did you
manage to convince that angel to date you for this long?” You joked. Roxanne was
Anna’s girlfriend; they were honestly the perfect couple.
to spend a few more days in the hospital, no phone or anything like that. It
got boring very quickly. Luckily you had your theories, those kept your mind
going. You wanted to know what happened but you were forced to wait. When you
were finally cleared to leave, you had every intention of figuring out what was
going on. Unfortunately, that’s not how it went down. Anna was around you the
whole day, most of the time was spent at the mall trying to find something to
wear. She picked out a flowy, lavender dress with small flowering on the
bodice. She snagged a simple, peachy dress that looked amazing on her. You
questioned whether you’d be over dressed and she told you that you can never be
over dressed. It was odd, putting on a dress that didn’t involve a million
years’ worth of undergarments and metal death traps. The two of you went back
to the apartment and you were hit with a tsunami of nostalgia. She did your
hair and makeup and once the time arrived you left.
“We should’ve left early so we could grab dinner!” You
stated, she shook her head mischievously.
“We’re getting diner after the show, I’ve always got more
surprises up my sleeve!” She chuckled to herself. Oh my god, and she says I’m a nerd. What a fucking dork! She linked
your arms together and hailed a cab, you usually didn’t like to take them
because of the traffic but it wasn’t that far since you had walked for a little
bit. It wasn’t long before you were standing in front of Richard Rogers Theater
and you were completely geeking out. Anna looked at her watch.
“Fuck! I was hoping to get here a bit earlier to check on
something! Whatever, let’s just get inside!” She led you by the arm into the
theater. Oh my fucking God!! There are
the lights! There’s the stage! LOOK AT THAT SET!! You both took your seats,
which were surprisingly good, and waited anxiously.
“This is literally the second coolest thing to ever happen
to me!” You said giddily.
“Well, get ready sweetheart! It’s about to be number one!” The
lights went down and the whole audience was submerged in darkness for a moment.
I still remember the words…this is so weird. The show began, the familiar
melody of the opening song filled the room. A man with dark skin appeared on
Burr: “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?”
Wow…he looks just
like…Wait! More people were flooding onto the stage from different points.
Laurens: “The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.”
Philip? This time,
you did feel your thought fall from your lips. That looks…
Jefferson: “And every day while slaves were being slaughtered
Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter.”
I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR
YOU JEFFERSON, I’M HAVING A CRISIS RIGHT NOW!
Madison: “Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain.”
I haven’t seen you in
a while…Mulligan? Madison? Shit I’m confused now. The song continued, your
curiosity growing at every face that reminded you of someone else, someone you
knew, someone you loved. And then you wondered more and more about that man. He looks like my sunshine… But for some
reason, it didn’t feel right. You didn’t get the butterflies in your stomach
when you looked at this person, it was like he had the cover of a book you
adored but it ended up being a different tale entirely. You felt that the song
was going to end soon.
Mulligan/Lafayette: “We fought with him.”
Philip: “Me? I lost for him.”
Angelica/Eliza/???: “Me? I loved him.”
Burr: “And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him.”
Lost? I thought that
line was ‘I died for him’? Did he get it wrong? The song ended as you
finished that thought. The rest of Act 1 played through and you were blown away
by how incredible it was. There were so many things that reminded you of your
time with them. It was bittersweet. Act 2 came in with a bang. Thomass
Jeffershit! The man playing him got his looks and personality down to the T.
Take a break came on and you couldn’t help but giggle at the person playing
Philip. He really was my poet… When
Say No to This faded in, chills ran down your spine. Nope, don’t want to think about that! Weird train of thought! WEIRD
TRAIN OF THOUGHT!! Everything was going along normally until Cabinet Battle
#2 ended. You were expecting to hear the words of Aaron Burr in Washington On
Your Side, but another, familiar sound faded in. What is this? Doesn’t a different song break up the narrative of
following along with the Washington theme?! There was some sort of hasty
knocking sound, the woman playing Eliza ran in with someone draped under her
arm. It was the woman who played Peggy and Maria, except her outfit was different.
She had a cloth tied around her head, her dress was much flatter than the other
and was white like the ensemble characters. There was a purple slip over the
top of it but it had an opening on the front to show the white part. Who in the hell…?
Onsenmatsu-san Stamp Rally
Turtty Uproar: Brothers 1, 2, and
3 Course Translation
Something I meant to post a really long time ago and forgot about. I’ve seen a partial translation before, but I couldn’t find a full translation easily so forgive me if it’s been done before. Sadly it’s been so long I don’t remember the audio part at the end in enough detail to do it justice. It was spectacular, though.
Brothers 1, 2, and
Totty has lost his precious thingy and turned into Turtty. (*Note:
A pun on the Japanese word tsuru tsuru meaning
smooth, slippery, bald, etc.) Osomatsu, Karamatsu, and Todomatsu are looking
around for Todomatsu’s lost thingy. Will they be able to find it alright?
Please please please stay strong. This time of year is tough for a lot of us for different reasons. Some of us are been rejected from all colleges and others are getting into their dream schools but are denied financial aid. Whatever the situation is please remember that your self-worth is much greater than this and where you are accepted (or not) does not reflect who you are. Please stay positive and remember that whatever is meant to happen will happen and you are worth so much more than some number on a paper.
I know it’s a common joke/fanon in the YGO fandom that Atem was a merciless murderer in Season 0/the early manga.
But while he definitely was a very different character back then and was pretty eager to punish people for their wrongdoings, there were also moments like this (while this scene exists also in the first episode of DM, it’s originally from the Death-T arc of the manga, which happens during the “Season 0″ timeline)
“I’m scared… I’m scared of drawing the last card…”
(he’s remembering Anzu’s words, “If you ever feel lonely, remember this circle of friendship we made…”)
“Yuugi, we’re here with you!” “Everyone!” “…I have everyone by my side.”
YES THIS IS SEASON 0 ATEM
LOOK AT THIS CUTE, ADORABLE, HAPPY BABY
LOOK AT HIS SHINING SMILE AS HE THINKS ABOUT HIS FRIENDS
LOOK AT HIS FACE
Yep, in the very first YGO chapters Atem was pretty messed up. But he got better quickly. Season 0 Atem could be harsh and creepy… but he could also be very sweet and supportive. After all, deep down Atem is a young boy who loves and cares about his friends so very much.
No Light, No Light (reader x Bucky) [Accidents Happen pt 6]
Hey, everyone! I meant to post this hours ago but my power went out for the 3rd time this week (yeah, seriously ironic considering the title) and I was without wifi. But I’m back, baby!! I wrote most of this in one long stretch of 4-ish hours this afternoon. It’s intense so I’m excited to hear your responses.
Also, this part is close to my heart because of the post-war PTSD references. I have a brother in the military who has gone overseas many times and he has struggled returning to life and relationships afterward. I don’t take this lightly, I just wanted to give some idea of what Bucky might be dealing with.
I’ve been on a Florence + the Machine kick while writing lately andthis particular song just really struck me hard as fitting for Bucky.
So here we go! Send me an ask or message with any thoughts.
Tags At the End
No Light, No Light (reader x Bucky) [Accidents Happen pt 6]
Characters: reader x Bucky, Natasha
Summary: After returning from a mission, you spend the morning with Bucky and later he finally confides in you how he’s been feeling.
Warnings: fluff, angst, sad Bucky, mentions of violence, more fluff, then a surprise/cliffhanger-ish ending?
Morning came and went and the two of you slept on. Since neither of you apparently slept well at all the past week it was catch up time. Luckily, Steve gave everyone the whole day off to recover and rest after the mission. Sometime a little after noon, Bucky began to stir which finally woke you as well. You were still lying on your side with your back to him in a spooning fashion, a cool metal arm around your waist. Bucky’s arm tightened around you to bring you closer and you hissed in pain from the movement.
Bucky immediately released his grip on you. “What? What happened, did I hurt you?” he asked in deep concern.
“No, no! I’m fine. Really.”
He doubted your declaration as he tossed off the blankets and with your camisole lifted up slightly, he could see the bruise blooming on your left side over your ribs.
your a pretty popular namjin shipper on this website so im pretty sure youve noticed ppl dragging this ship under the tags laterly (dont blame them). and how some of you namjin shippers have nothing more going for your ship other than the fact that its a parent ship which at this point is ridiculous because yoonjin or even yoonseok hold that dynamic better than namjin ever could. mayne speak up about all this and how because of you ppl jin has been labeled as nothing more than a mom.
Well, I was on hiatus but then I saw this ask in my email and had no choice but to come back and address a few issues. Yes, I have definitely noticed namjin being “dragged” under the tag recently and here is my 2 cents on it.
About them being known as the “parent ship” and how you and others not agreeing with that. Honestly, I dont care what you believe. I’m not coming after people who don’t agree me. No one is forcing you to agree either. You can label tae/kook as the parent ship and all I’ll say to you is you do you fam.
If you think yoon/jin or yoon/seok deserve the title of being Bangtan’s parent ship then again, no one is stopping you. I wish you hadnt mentioned those ships in your ask though b/c now this post is going to be under the yoon/jin and yoon/seok tag. And quite frankly, I think you’re just embarrassing yourself and your ships b/c you’re coming after another ship for what? Being a popular otp? Being known as the parent ship? Kinda petty don’t you think?
And about Jin being labeled as a mom. Clearly you haven’t followed my blog for a long time, or at all b/c I stopped doing that a long ass time ago. I realized some people didn’t like that. Not that I ever meant it in a negative way or was trying to emasculate him. Moms are fucking awesome. Yes, knowing how to cook doesn’t necessarily make you a mom. I am aware. But I am like, 99.99% sure the intentions of people who do say that wasn’t bad. I think someone said that Jin himself said (in a v live i think?) that he doesnt want to be called a mom so again, I stopped doing that long ago and I hope others are aware.
And just to address all of your concerns, I’ll let you know that in this blog, I’ve never called Jin a princess, deleted tags where I called Jin the wife. I’ll even stop calling them dads too if people feel like by doing this, I’m painting namjin with one label and that it could have negative consequences and come off the wrong way.
It would have been nicer to answer this ask b/c I feel like you did bring up one good point, but majority of it seemed like you just not liking the fact that namjin are known as the parent ship and that other ships are more deserving of that title. Which sounds ridiculous as I’m typing b/c dear lord, shipping is not suppose to be this serious. Bangtan could have 2 parent ships can they not? They could have 3. They could all be parents if you like.
I’m Ash Legion, in full service to the Order of Whispers. Some time ago, I was sent on an infiltration mission into Flame ranks. They needed a guy on the inside, a guy good with glamours and illusions so they’d be hard to suspect of foul play, and they decided that I fit the bill.
I… I’m starting to forget what I was meant to be keeping an eye on in the first place. It’s been a long time since I took up post here, and since the debacle with dragons and Scarlet… I haven’t had a handler check in on me in some time. These days, every time one of those Flame Legionnaires opens their mouth…
It’s getting really bad. I could do with an out before I forget who I am completely.”
“Hey, Brendon.” You greet as you sit down across from him at a lunch table. You pull a wrinkled brown paper bag out of your backpack and set it on the table. Brendon smiles at you as he chews his sandwich, looking adorable.
“Hey, what’s up, (Y/N)?” he asks and you respond with a shrug.
“Not much. Mr. Armstrong was being a dick, per usual, so I got detention again.” you mumble angrily, ending with a sigh.
“Well that sucks. I guess I’ll just have to get detention too then…” He winks and you roll your eyes.
“As if that should be difficult for you. You’re always getting into trouble anyways, do you even have to try?” You ask, then take a sip from your water bottle.
He laughs and it gives you butterflies in you stomach. Seeing him happy gives you one of the best feeling in the world. He’s only your best friend but best friends can feel like this, right? He’s always walking around flashing that 1000 watt smile and it makes your heart skip a beat. There’s definitely something else going on in your mind with Brendon but you just refuse to admit it. He’s cute an all but he’s a free spirit, you can’t even remember the last time he dated someone because he simply doesn’t give a shit about that kind of stuff. It never seems to cross his mind.
“Oh, I forgot, I need to show you something.” He stands up from the table and motions for you to follow him. You crumple up the paper bag and throw it away as you exit the cafeteria. As the two of you walk down the hall, you check the time on your phone to see how much time was left in the period. About 50 minutes. Brendon suddenly grabs your hand and starts jogging towards a door at the end of the hall: The Darkroom.
“Brendon, this door is always locked, how are you gonna get in?” You ask. The darkroom is always locked because people would keep stealing or moving around the photos from the photography class. He pulls a key out of his pocket and smiles at you.
“Where did you get that from?” You loudly whisper, suddenly aware of how much trouble you guys could get in if you get caught.
“Ms. Williams gave it to me. I always stay late after school to work on my projects so she just gave me the key which I have to return by the next morning. I’m just not allowed to tell anyone.”
He puts the key in the keyhole and looks around to make sure no one’s looking before he pushes the door open and pulls you inside. He shuts the door behind us and locks it.
The room is creepily dark, except for the red lights that illuminate the photos hanging on strings or sitting on the tables around the room. Brendon taps you on the shoulder which makes you jump a bit in fright. You turn to see him waving you to follow him into the back of the room. Once you do, you finally see what he’s been wanting to show you. There are about 20 magnificent pictures strung up across about 5 feet of space, suspended in the air. They’re all so beautiful and expertly photographed. All you can do is stand in awe.
"I call it ‘New Perspective’. I was just thinking about how even though everything can be seen from multiple points of views, there’s usually one way that the majority of people see something, whether that be literally or metaphorically. Ms. Williams wants to give me my own exhibition at the art show this summer.”
You continue to walk down the line of photos of people or nature or cars, just life really, but they’re all shot from 2 or 3 different perspectives. Finally, you get to the last two which are candids.…of you. You gasp at how insanely beautiful he can make you look just from his amazing photography skills.
“You were my muse, (Y/N). You created this entire project.” You divert your attention to him, staring with parted lips because you didn’t know what to say.
“W-what do you mean?” You ask as your heart beat picks up a little bit. Brendon chuckles and looks down, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“I’ve always admired the way you see things differently than everybody else. You view the world in such a way that I’ve never seen before, your thinking process and how you form opinions is so new and unique to you, it’s truly amazing, (Y/N). As a photographer, I obviously had to somehow document this and….” He trails off motioning towards the photos hanging above. You smile at him and can see his cheeks turning pink, even in the glow of the red light. He continues to step towards you, getting closer with each passing second.
“That’s when I realized, I wanna see things that way, I wanna think the way you do, I wanna live a life from a new perspective.”
Your bodies are now less than an inch apart from each other, You’re positive he can hear your heart thumping in your chest at this point. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and his hands slowly slip out of his pockets as you lean closer to each other, the space between your faces disappearing. You feel his hands cup around your face as your lips move in sync. This is it, the thing you’d been waiting for. You thought you were dreaming but it felt way too real to be a dream. Because it wasn’t. This was in fact real life and your best friend, Brendon Urie, who you’ve been in love with for the past 2 years is kissing you. You pull away for air and he rests his forehead against yours.
“You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). And I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while: I’m completely, head over heels, in love with you. I can’t hide it anymore.” You had the biggest smile on your face.
“I-I’m in love with you too, Brendon. I just didn’t think you would feel the same way.” You can see him return the smile in the dim light. His smile turns into a smirk and you already know where this is headed.
“I’ve also been meaning to do this…” He reconnects your lips with his but this time me grabs your ass, tapping the back of your thigh twice which indicates you to jump. You wrap your legs around his body and he slams your back against the wall. Your breathing gets heavy as he pulls away for a split second to remove your shirt. You start to fumble with the cold metal button on his black skinny jeans until it finally comes undone. He sheds himself of his pants, as do you which went a lot quicker because you could slide out easier, considering yours weren’t so tight.
You trail you hand over his bulge which causes him to shiver and gasp a little. Your hands make their way up his body and into his hair which you tug a little, making him let out a low moan and you smile into the kiss, feeling accomplished. He uses his body and other arm to press you up against the wall while his other hand sneaks its way into your panties. With any hesitation, he slips a finger into your dripping wet core automatically is responded with a moan. You can see the smirk on his face before he leans in to suck on your neck, definitely leaving a mark on your skin. He adds another finger and begins to pump faster and faster.
“Oh shit, Brendon…” You moan out as you feel your stomach tightening up. Suddenly, he stops and takes his fingers out. He brings them to your mouth and his eyes become even darker as you part your lips to allow them to enter. You suck on his fingers which makes him grow harder by the second.
“I bet you taste so sweet, babe. Do you taste sweet?” He asks and all you can do is nod, unable to catch your breath. The smirk never leaves his face as he pulls your panties down and moves them out of the way. Your eyes trail down to his bulge as he takes his shirt off and you admire his toned body. He pulls down his boxers and pumps himself a few times before looking at you in confirmation.
“You ready?” he asks and you nod. Neither of you were a virgin and you both knew that, but of course he was going to ask, he’s a sweet guy.
“You’re sure you want to do this?” You were getting frustrated and at this point, he knew it.
“No hesitation?” Okay, now he’s just being funny.
“Brendon, I swear to god, just get inside me right now! I can’t-“ You were cut off by Brendon thrusting into you once. You let out a loud moan as he lets you adjust to his size which didn’t take long.
“M-move,” You stutter out and he slowly begins to push in and out of you. As he moves faster, you tangle your hands in his hair and pull it again which you’ve now found out he loves. That makes him him moan and thrust harder.
“Fuck, (Y/N), do that again.” You continue to tug on his hair as he fucks you against the wall. As the minutes pass you both get once step closer to your climax. The only sounds heard are moaning and skin slapping.
“Shit, Bren, I’m close!” You nearly scream, you have to remember to be quiet because you’re still at school, even though everyone’s probably still at lunch.
“Me too, babe. Just hold it a little longer.” You’re not sure if you can. You core is now sopping and the familiar tightening in your stomach is getting stronger.
“Now!” You both come undone with loud moans and heavy sighs. Brendon keeps thrusting slowly so you can ride out your highs then finally sets you down. Your legs are wobbly and he has to catch you so you don’t fall.
“Woah, you okay?” You nod, your breath still shaky.
“Jesus christ, Brendon.” He chuckles. You lean against the wall for support and he presses his body to yours.
“I should’ve done that a long time ago.” he says, bending down to pick up his clothes and you do the same.
Once you both are fully clothed again, you wrap your arms around his neck as he smiles down at you uncontrollably.
“I love you so much, (Y/N). More than you could ever know.” He says.
“I’m just glad we finally ended up together. I was beginning to think it wouldn’t happen.” You admit, chuckling a bit at the end.
“I guess we were just meant for each other.“
This is the very first imagine I have ever posted on tumblr ever! Finally did it! If people start requesting I’ll start writing them regularly. Also I know the smut sucked but inbox me and let me know what you think! :)
So we've got reason to believe there was a third goaty Boss Monster around. Where are they now?
“O-oh… you’re clever, huh?”
“Th-that was me. Asriel… A long time ago. Don’t tell anyone, okay? Only Frisk knows that.”
“I was… really angry back then. I hated a lot. I hated people, and I hated monsters, and I hated myself. But being angry was good. It meant power. My father said that the flames you cast burn hotter with rage, and never to forget the scars the humans left on us and blah blah blah.
When Chara fell, I… if it had been any other day, I would have attacked them. I kinda want to cry just thinking about it… haha. I’m still a crybaby, I guess.”
“I… I was so mean to them anyway… And when we fused, all my anger came out, and I–”
“Hey! Hey. It’s okay now! You m– I mean, I bet you made them really happy. You freed all monsters in the end. I didn’t do much… it was all because of you.”
“Heheh, I know.”
“I… I don’t know who’s asking these, but… I got my second chance after all, so it’s okay. A-and if you’re having a tough time too, just remember your best friend Flowey! I’ll be cheering for you, too!”
The double clutching came from a quote off of a post on the confessions blog. There was a lot of discussion about it and Leli being "powerfed" a few weeks ago. Oh did I say discussion? I meant mud slinging with almost no real fact checking and not involving you, the actual owner, at all.
Have I stated just how much I hate that blog before? Yes? Yeah still hate it. I have stated, many many many MANY times that people are welcome to approach me, as long as they are polite, and I will reply and take what they have to say into consideration. I have even said that they can ask me to PM them or answer privately so they don’t get negative attention from it. I always will. Also, there is a huge difference between over feeding and power feeding. I did over feed her without realizing it when I first got her (she has been on a proper diet for YEARS now), but it was no where near power feeding.