have i ever thought this pun before


she was GETTING THERE she was going to do a bit involving “bi the way…” (or possibly “gettin’ bi with a little help from a friend” either way it would have been a BRILLIANT PUN THAT DEFINITELY NO ONE HAS EVER THOUGHT OF BEFORE)

salvainterra  asked:

i love mob so much please for the love of god tell me about ur feelings on 100% ecstasy

OH BOY WILL I !!! ABSOLUTELY 100% (pun unintended but warmly embraced) 

out of all the 100% events, ecstasy is my favorite. the drama… the tragedy… will fiction EVER peak like this again? i don’t think so. but BEFORE I DELVE INTO ALL OF THAT, there’s something i want to talk about first: mob’s psychic powers as an expression of his emotions. 

we all know that mob suppresses his emotions to avoid outbursts of psychic power. but THAT implies that mob’s psychic power is a form of self expression, in the same way that body language is expression. 

he can direct his psychic powers – the same way we can direct our bodies’ actions – but there are other components that are difficult to stop, similar to how people’s shoulders tend to hunch when they’re angry or upset, how they subconsciously cross their arms and direct their feet away when something is making them uncomfortable, etc. 

unless you know about these bits of body language, and make a deliberate attempt to suppress them, it’s difficult to stop your body from revealing something about your emotions. similarly, one function of mob’s psychic power is as an extension of the way he expresses himself. these things happen subconsciously and mostly without mob’s control. 

for example, one of the trademarks of mob’s 100% events is that mob starts releasing waves of psychic power that push his hair back. other side effects include cracking the ground under him, often to dramatic effect.

mob doesn’t push his hair up on purpose, it’s just something that happens – as a result of him releasing his pent-up emotions in the form of psychic power. these little bits of expression aren’t something he can control.

mob also says something REALLY INTERESTING in his first 100% event:

during 100% rage mob uses his psychic powers to fight dimple, yes, but these lines suggest that his outburst of power happened because he finally had to express his anger. and that implies that, in order to show his emotions, and express himself, mob has to use his psychic powers. 

which is something he almost never allows himself to do. 

never forget the disdain / loathing mob had for himself at the beginning of the manga, and how convinced he was that he couldn’t allow himself to express himself OTHERWISE SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN. 

further material to consider: the lines that he said right before his 100% animosity / hostility event 


at this point, mob hasn’t taken any action against koyama yet. his outburst of psychic power, radiating outward and blanketing the area, is not doing anything but expressing his hostility – to the extent that mob expects koyama to be able to feel it. 

in addition to that, during mob’s fight with toichirou, he cycles rapidly through a LOT of emotions, and this is what he says about it:

canon suggests that it’s not just a buildup of of emotions that cause his powers to run amok; allowing his powers to run amok also allows himself to feel the full intensity of his emotions. his psychic powers are key to expressing himself.

I COULD GO ON… but i’ll just leave things here for now. to summarize: mob subconsciously uses his psychic powers to express his emotions, which is why suppressing his emotions also suppresses his psychic powers. 

figure 1: a helpful venn diagram of things 


the fight against toichirou is possibly the first time mob has been able to fully utilize his psychic powers. the first time he’s had to, even. all the unconscious limits he’s put on himself – not allowing his psychic power to go free, stifling his emotions and powers – all come undone. 

mob is allowing himself to be himself, wholly and fully. he’s removed his inhibitions. he’s running wild and free. he’s no longer expending energy trying to regulate his psychic powers – he’s allowing himself to feel. this intensity of emotion and action is something mob has never given himself before, and the freedom of it… feels good. incredibly so. he feels free, he feels alive, and toichirou – the only individual to ever stand on a level close to mob’s – understands perfectly. 

this is a level of joy mob has never felt before. 

the release of his psychic power even comes hand in hand with mob’s body language becoming much freer and more expressive than it is in daily life. look at him go!! mob, for the first time in years… letting himself feel the intensity of his emotions, just as they really are.  

but of course his happiness isn’t going to last 

because mob wants to be a part of society, and he thinks he has to keep his psychic powers sequestered away in order to do that. his greatest fear is accidentally hurting the people he loves with his own psychic power, and when he remembers that possibility… 

the tragedy of 100% ecstasy is that – for just a brief moment, mob released himself from his self-imposed limits. for a moment, he let himself really feel, he let himself be, and in that moment he experienced a richness, an intensity, a moment of being so utterly present and alive that it brought himself to heights he’d never reached before. 

 and mob will never willingly allow himself to do that ever again. 

The imagine is: “What all the skelebros would do if reader got cancer?  How they reacted when they found out from the doctor, how the treatment was for them mentally (cause chemotherapy fucking sucks) and their brothers being there for them and giving them hope, and how they react when the reader got better right when they thought she was gonna die.”

This was submitted by @sparkly-potato-wasteland, who is a total sweetheart and one of the nicest people ever, because her friend is going through this at the moment.  I know it doesn’t have as much fluff as it probably should, but I hope it’s all right. <3


He’s the one that insisted you go to the doctor in the first place, even if he made a few jokes and puns about you being as lethargic as him before he realized you were getting sicker.  Hearing the word cancer immediately terrifies him–he knows what it means.  Cancer may not be a thing for monsters, but he’s studied enough about humans to know what kind of havoc it can cause on a human’s body.  He’s the one that keeps a level head despite his internal turmoil; he’s always been good at pushing his emotions to the back-burner, to process them during the nights when he can’t sleep and ends up alone with his thoughts.  He asks the doctor all the major questions–treatment options, surgery, chemo, success rates, the size of the tumor–and he jots down notes.  He’s going to research everything he can about all of it, and then he’s going to make sure you’re going to the best hospital.

But he doesn’t tell you any of this.  Instead, he keeps his usual grin in-place and shrugs.  "you can beat this, kiddo.  you’re the strongest person i know.“

He means every word.

He never tells you how worried he is, or how this diagnosis–and watching you suffer through chemo–has driven him back into drinking.  He starts thinking about RESETs, and on his darker days, when you’re sleeping and he’s spending the night at Grillby’s, he calls up Frisk and starts slurring about having them RESET.  If anything happens to you… he’ll just make them RESET everything, despite their promise not to.  

Nothing’s ever been permanent before, so why should it start now?  

To your face, however, he’s still his usual self, encouraging you and making jokes and puns.  He watches whatever you like while you rest your head in his lap, but he isn’t sleeping.  He worries all the time, and of course Papyrus notices.  Thankfully, his brother is a pillar of positivity that takes care of both of you.  After all, Papyrus has grown to love you like a member of the family, so you often end up with both skeletons lying with you on the bed or couch. 

Papyrus keeps reassuring Sans–and he confronts him late one night about his drinking–and Sans finally lets a few of his worries slip out.  It makes him feel lighter, telling someone; especially when Papyrus assures him that everything will be all right.  He’s so confident that Sans believes him.

It’s a rocky road to recovery.  At one point, the doctors are laying out the worst-case scenario, and Sans can feel his usual smile slipping.  However, right before you’re going into surgery, he grabs your hand and looks you directly in the eye.  "it’s going to be ok.”

He’s so serious that he resists the easy pun.  And he was right; you pull through and he stays with you when everything hurts and you can barely stomach anything.  He gets you food infused with magic, and he’s there whenever you need anything–as is Papyrus.  

And when you’re sleeping in his lap, and he’s watching your serene expression with a soft smile, he whispers into the night, “see?  told ya you’re the strongest person i know.”


Papyrus doesn’t understand what cancer is, so the word doesn’t scare him like it should.

“OH, SO YOU’RE SICK? THE DOCTORS WILL GET YOU MEDICINE, RIGHT?”  His brows are furrowed, and he looks worried.  He thought your just had a cold.  Sans is the one that ends up explaining the diagnosis to him, since you don’t have the heart to tell Paps–and you’re struggling to accept it yourself.  


He’s as attentive as he says, doing everything possible for you.  Watching you go through the treatments is the toughest part, however.  When you’re weak and throwing up, he feels helpless.  Sans helps him find things that you can keep down, forbidding Papryus from cooking for you himself.  Papyrus is continuously positive, always reassuring you.  "YOUR BODY IS STRONG, HUMAN!  IT’S FIGHTING THIS!  THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL NOT LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU, SO DON’T WORRY!!”  

He doesn’t even let Sans know how worried he is, but he does ask Sans all sorts of questions about the treatment and how safe the surgery is.  Papyrus will always be your pillar of strength, and Sans wisely refuses to let him look up anything on the internet.  If he knew just what surgery entailed, he would likely start crying.  

Still, when you’re being brought back for surgery, he never stops smiling and holding your hand, giving you encouraging words. “I’LL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU WAKE UP!  AND WHEN YOU FEEL BETTER, WE’LL GO WHEREVER YOU WANT, AND I’LL COOK ALL YOUR FAVORITE FOODS!”  He paces for hours in the waiting area, and it’s Sans that tells him everything will be fine.  He really needed to hear it.  

And, well–Sans is right.  Papyrus showers you with skeletal kisses, punctuating each clink of his teeth against your skin with a loud “MUAH!” for emphasis.  And when you feel better, he takes you to all your favorite places and absolutely dotes on you, providing cuddles, kisses, and positivity.  


Red doesn’t handle the news well.  

He knows what cancer is; his background involved experimenting on studying humans before he left The Lab.  He knows how fragile humans can be– how fragile everything can be.  It’s why he kept you at arms’ length for the longest time, keeping his flirting playful and casual.  But, he’s fallen for you–big-time–and he’ll be damned if he lets anything happen to you now.  

He threatens the doctors when you’re not around and researches the best treatment options.   He’s grouchy toward everyone except you–even his brother.  He ends up fighting with Edge when he’s in a particularly bad mood, and when Edge realizes what’s going on, he actually cuts Red some slack.  

You’re asleep when Red’s drinking in the living room, staring at the static on the TV in his own personal hell.  Edge grabs him by the front of his sweater and jerks him off the couch.  Automatically, Red’s eyesocket wisps to life with magic, his sharp teeth bared in a growl that Edge simply scowls at, unperturbed.  


That actually gets through to Red, and he changes his perspective.  He’s always been sweet to you throughout this, cuddling you and rubbing your back when you feel sick and your body aches.  He tries every food he can think of to help you keep it down, and he’ll use his magic to teleport/levitate you around with ease.  

When you’re gearing up for surgery, he’s a bundle of nervous energy, but he still manages a smile as he rubs his hand along your arm.  “sweetheart, everything’ll be fine.  you’re tough; it’s what i like about’cha.  we’ll watch tons of shitty mtt re-runs after this and laugh at the terrible actin’, just ya wait.”

He paces and wrings his hands in the waiting room.  Edge has to tell him to stop and be still, so he reluctantly complies, but fidgets the entire time.  Once it’s over, he sighs in relief as he watches you slowly come to.  He’s holding your hand, touching your face like you’re made of glass, and there are red-tinted tears glinting in his sockets.  

“hey, sweetheart.”  His voice is thick and even gruffer than usual.  “ya did great.  everything’s gonna be ok now, and ’m not leavin’ your side for a minute.”



Edge doesn’t understand the term, and his bony brows furrow together.  Human biology isn’t something he’s all that familiar with, aside from what he already knows about your body.  Illnesses elude him, and the more the doctor explains, the angrier he begins to feel.  You’re strong–you’re kind–you’re everything he’s ever wanted.  You’ve never done anything to deserve this, and yet you have something attacking your body from within.  

He doesn’t know how to protect you.

He’s quiet when he gets home, his body tense.  “…. ARE YOU FEELING ALL RIGHT?”  Even though he’s stressed, he’s going to make sure you’re okay.  He’s going to read to you while you lie on the couch, cuddled up to his chest, and once you fall asleep, he’ll hold you for a moment before he sneaks off to spend the night researching everything he can.  He’ll even swallow his pride and call Alphys up, even though he thinks she’s a “CRAZY BITCH” and ask for her input.   Red ends up being the one to explain a few things to him, and when he notices how tense his brother is, Red moves to touch his shoulder.  Edge flinches, but doesn’t bat him away.

“…it’s gonna be ok, boss.  they’re tough.”

He’s intimidating during doctor’s visits; he doesn’t want anyone to touch you, but he lets them because he’s been told it’s for the best.  He glowers at everyone, but his expression softens whenever he looks at you.  He’s never encountered anything like this; he’s always been able to confront any issue head-on, to do whatever it takes to protect his family.  The fact that you might… that you could…

NO.  He resolutely does not even entertain the idea.  He’s going to will you better with his stubborn attitude.  

When you’re going into surgery, he stands beside you, tenderly touching your cheek.  “….I WON’T LET THEM MESS THIS UP, ALL RIGHT?  I’LL BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND IF IT COMES TO THAT.”  It’s an empty threat, but it makes you smile regardless.  He’s always been so dramatic with his threats.  “BUT YOU’RE STUBBORN, AND YOU’LL BE FINE.  I KNOW HOW STRONG YOU ARE, HOW RESILIENT!”

He works on his traps in a notebook while he’s in the waiting room in an attempt to distract himself and channel his nervous energy into something productive.   As soon as you’re out and moved to a room, he’s immediately at your side; the nurses have to work around him.  He wants to make sure you know he’s been there the entire time.  

“How’d it go?” you manage to voice, still groggy.  


He stays by your side, sleeping uncomfortably in a chair during your hospital stay.  When you’re released, he does the unthinkable and takes personal time off work to take care of you, doing everything in his power to make sure you’re not in pain and recovering your strength.  

From this point forward, he’ll be even more protective over you than usual.  


Ok, so @magicaldestiny was SO KIND to let me off the hook for her birthday fic while I was drowning in Spacedogs stories. So I would like to thank her for that and say….LOOK! I remembered to do the thing, months later. Please forgive the lateness - as well as how incredibly sappy this is m’dear. 

         Will pulled the blanket around him, trying to control the shivers that wracked his body.  This was worse than the cliff - worse than the sound of his skull rattling as Jack screamed for Hannibal to stop the saw. Will let himself loll to the side, head thumping weakly on the arm of the sofa. Through half-closed eyes, Will saw calf-leather loafers shuffling toward him.

         “If you were planning to kill me again, now would be a great time,” Will moaned, letting his eyes fall closed. He heard the clink of a tray as it settled on the coffee table before he felt himself being pulled upright and settled against a warm, solid mass.

         “I wouldn’t dream of killing you,” Hannibal murmured in Will’s ear, offering him a steaming cup of tea. “Unless you wipe your nose on my hand loomed throw again.”

         “I apologized for that.” The tea smelled of ginger, Will gulped it down.

         “Hmmm, and yet the stain remains.”

         “You know you actually gutted me, right? Like, my actual innards spilled out.”

         “I regret that more than you’ll ever know.” Hannibal sighed, pressing a kiss behind Will’s ear. “I’m sure the floors had to be refinished. They were original to the house.”

         “If I wasn’t three seconds from dying, I’d smack you.”

         “Don’t be ridiculous, Will. You’ve got hours before dehydration would even seriously threaten you.” Hannibal held up a bowl of soup and made Will swallow a few spoonfuls. “There, I’ve just bought you another half hour, at least.”

         “Did Hopkins ever talk to you about bedside manor?”

         Hannibal smirked. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

         Will sneered. “Sex puns? When I’m too weak to defend myself? Have you no mercy?”

         “None.”  Hannibal fed Will a few more swallows of soup before setting the bowl on the table. “Now, how shall we wait out this illness? I could read to you? Perhaps play something?”

         Will opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Hannibal frowned.


         “You won’t want to do it.”

         “I would have thought after the incident in Pallentine Chapel, you’d know there is very little I’m not willing to do to and for you.”

         “For the last time, if I had known that goddamn nun was watching us, I wouldn’t have-”

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Summary: In which Bucky has never heard the song Hero by Enrique Iglesias but very quickly remedies that in your honor.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,408

A/N: Imagine inspired by this song. If you’ve never heard it, I recommend giving it a listen. If you have heard it, don’t even lie and say you’ve never sung it at the top of your lungs (I know I have).

Originally posted by kittyseb

“This is my jam!” You exclaim excitedly once you hear the beginning of one of your favorite songs. In no time at all, Enrique Iglesias is blasting through the speakers and you are singing along with him at the top of your lungs.

“What is this?”

At the sound of Bucky’s question, you immediately pause your iPod and stare at him. “What did you just say?”

He gestures towards the speakers you are standing next to. “That song you just stopped playing. What is it?”

You try to tell yourself that his confusion makes perfect sense. It is not his fault that he has spent more than half of his life being used as an assassin for HYDRA. At the same time though, Hero is a classic and everyone should know it - the Winter Soldier included. “I can’t believe you don’t know it.”

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anonymous asked:

32 for jonghyun please (if you still do these), i love your writing 😊

Originally posted by jinqki

Kim Jonghyun+ “When someone kisses the other person’s hand(s)”

She takes a soft breath as she sits in between Jonghyun’s legs, the two of them sitting on the floor of their living room as the warmth that was his body comforted her. There was something about cuddling with Jonghyun, including the normal radiation that his body had to create that warmth that she loved so much, but from his broad shoulders and short legs, she felt like he could protect her from everything and anything. However, at this point she knows that Jonghyun was far too lost in his own thoughts and not paying attention to the movie, since he was far more immersed in playing with the fruits that she had brought for snacks instead of resting his head over her shoulder and look at the TV, like he had been doing before.

She eyes him suspiciously, because he had been laughing softly while munching on a piece of mango and she isn’t sure if he’s planning anything, but he doesn’t look like he’s laughing for nothing. However, she lets it slide as she reaches for the remote, turning the TV off before looking towards Jonghyun, who had stopped laughing to look at her fully.

“What?” He asks and she can’t help but smile at the cuteness of his features. His widened eyes, which resembled the mischief and innocence of a kid, his plump lips that were meant for kissing her lips or her neck. Everything about Jonghyun was simple art, turned into the most beautiful of masterpieces that she just calls…hers. “I thought you liked that movie.”

“You’re acting all weird, Jonghyun, what’s up?” At this time, she crosses her arms over her chest as she looks straight into his eyes, making Jonghyun pucker up his lips before reaching for one of the fruits, an apple to be specific.

“Well, I was just thinking…” He trails his voice and she frowns deeply, seeing him laugh softly to himself before regaining his calm. “That you’re the apple to my eye.” He holds the apple in front of his eye and she looks at him with her mouth agape, blinking softly a few times as he has a smile on his face. She scoffs, reaching for one of the fruits as he starts to talk once again. “Babe-”

“Sh,” She shushes him before placing a piece of fruit inside his mouth. “Just, don’t talk, don’t ever try to make a pun again, it’s…horrible.” However, she can’t help but smile softly when she sees the blush on Jonghyun’s cheeks and the small puffing of his cheeks. Then, she rests her head over his shoulder as he speaks.

Jonghyun swallows his food before speaking. “I guess I just spent too much time with Jinki this weekend…” She laughs softly at the mere thought of the two males, sipping on glasses of wine as they speak about puns and so on. Indeed, what Jonghyun said sounded like something one or the other would have said at least once in their life. “I thought it was funny.” She pats her head before interlocking their fingers together, seeing him lick his lips slowly before pressing a kiss to her cheek. “But you didn’t laugh.” Then, he bites the flesh softly and playfully, and she can’t help but chuckle.

“Sorry.” She whispers before pressing her lips softly over his hands and rushing towards his arms, wrapping hers around his neck as she takes in the scent that represented Jonghyun. Manly, soft and lingering, just the perfect cologne that she won’t ever forget. “I love you so, so much, Jonghyun.” Jonghyun smiles widely, hugging her tighter before wrapping his legs around her body, hearing her laugh softly as he presses audible pecks all around her face. “Sweetheart-”

“I love you, baby girl.” He tells her and she bites her bottom lip, looking up and down his features before wondering…how did she get so lucky?

Don't flirt with goat mom (old audio)

Now for something a little interesting! Believe it or not, this was actually the first audio post/dub I ever created (because sometimes I get excited and make the audio before I’ve even been given permission) BUT I HAVE PERMISSION NOW! Thank you to ruurune for letting me voice this! Thought you guys would be interested in this lil relic.

The Nightmare Before Christmas


“Will… please…”

Nico knelt next to Will, whose broken body was lying on the ground.

Will’s chest was rising and falling, but not at a consistent speed.

Tears streamed down Nico’s face. “Will, don’t leave me… “

Will’s eyes cracked open. He raised a hand, shaking, and touched Nico’s cheek.

“Hey… it’s going to be okay.”

Will’s voice was only a little above a whisper.

Nico held his hand, crying harder.

Will pulled Nico closer to him. “Nico… if- if I don’t make it… I just want you to know. I love you. So much.”

Nico held Will closer as he cried, telling Will that he wasn’t going to die, that he loved him, that he wouldn’t let him leave, but Will’s muscles loosened, and he looked into Nico’s eyes as the light faded from his own.

—– —– —– —–

Nico’s eyes snapped open.

Nightmares. Again.

It had been a year since Will had left, and Nico was still haunted by the memory. In the first few months, he had visited the Underworld, pleading with his father to let Will return to the living.

He had spent hours crying, every day. He still did.

Nico rolled over in his bed, swinging his legs off. He walked over to his bathroom, getting a glass of water and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a sparkle of color outside. Christmas lights. And snow. It was Christmas Eve.

Nico didn’t celebrate Christmas anymore. They’d always celebrated it together, and Nico couldn’t stand to be there without him.

Nico walked back to his bed, and checked the time. 8:00. Too early to be up.

But, he couldn’t go back to sleep, especially not after a nightmare.

Nico pulled a sweatshirt over his head, and walked out the door.

—– —– —– —–

The day passed by in a blur. Percy, Jason, and Leo hovered around him all day, teething trying to improve the mood, but Nico barely listened.

All he could think about was the two Christmases that he had spent with Will.

The eggnog, the movies they watched.


—– —– —–

When the boys finally left him alone, Nico started the wall walk back to his cabin.

The colors and sounds all reminded him of Will. He couldn’t stand this any more.

He slammed the door of his cabin behind him, a few tears making their way down his cheeks.

Nico gasped.

His cabin, which was usually dark, and gloomy, was covered in lights and colors. The walls had strings of lights strung up around, and the fireplace had two rainbow stockings.

And of course, in the middle of it all, was a Christmas tree. It was easily as tall as Jason, with little rooms ornaments hanging ask around it.

When Nico looked closer, the ornaments shimmered, and reflected different scenes from around the camp, memories.

The tree even had presents under it.

And, pinned to the star on the Christmas tree, was a note. Addressed to Nico.

Then, it all crashed down on Nico.

It was beautiful, but it made him angry.

He didn’t want to remember all the times that he spent with Will, because now he was gone, and it was all Nico’s fault.

Whoever had done this wasn’t being kind.

“Go to hell.” Nico muttered under his breath.

No one responded.

Nico reached up for the small letter, and ripped the envelope open. The message was written in a familiar cursive, though he couldn’t put his finger on who it was.

He started to read.

(A/N I’m on a tablet, and can’t figure out how to get italics, so / is italics. Bear with me)

/So, I’m just going to leave a quick message here, hopefully you’ll find it. I was supposed to deliver the information /gift, and I  wanted to keep it a secret, so here you go: Hades sent you a Christmas present. I really hope you’ll like it, and I know that I will./

“Pretty good pun, isn’t it?” Said a soft voice, coming from behind Nico.

He jumped, and in the millisecond before he spun around, he prepared to scream at Percy, or Jason, or whoever it was, that they should have left him alone.

He turned around, breathing heavily, and opened his mouth to speak.

But, the words wouldn’t come.

“Merry Christmas, Nico.”

Stretched out on his bed, was none other than Nico’s boyfriend.

His bright blonde hair glittered in the light of the tree, and his smile was as sunny as ever.

“Oh my gods… I-I thought I’d never see you again… I-”

Nico’s voice cracked, and he fell to his knees, sobbing.

“Hey Sunshine, it’s gonna be okay. I get to stay. For as long as you want me to.”

Will knelt down next to Nico, and pulled him close.

Nico looked up, eyes shining with tears.

“Stay… forever?”

Will tilted Nico’s chin upwards, and pressed his lips to Nico’s.


the space between us (chapter 3)

chapter title: new places and tiny spaces
words: 2.5k
story summary: What’s a ladybug to do when her kitten becomes a cat?

previous chapters: 1, 2

a/n: you can blame @imploder​ for 80% of the bad puns in this chapter.

AO3 | FF

Adrien is stiff.

There’s no other way to describe the way he’s sitting. Every time Marinette looks over at him, he looks like he’s holding his breath, and he startles like a young fawn every time she starts talking to him.

He’s been like this for the past hour and a half, ever since the Gorilla had to brake hard and Marinette fell sideways into his lap, her head hitting his stomach and her hands flying between his legs.

She managed to get up quickly, regaining composure remarkably quickly—Alya would be proud—but since then, the two of them have spent most of it sitting in silence like tightly wound springs, in between brief naps that are more like tense half-awake power naps and less like relaxing.

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Here is the thing..

Here’s the thing, for about a year now I’ve been falling for you more and more each day but lately something has changed. We don’t text everyday like we used to, we no longer have our late night talks about our past before we met or our future together. You no longer tell me that things are going to be okay and that you will always be around. There is no more good morning texts and afternoon check ups almost as if you’ve forgotten that I ever exited. There is nobody there anymore to laugh at my corny puns, or dry the tears off of my cheeks. There are no more innocent I love yous or thoughtful goodbyes. All I’m left with is silence that shatters my walls. I now have these memories of you that I cannot forget and you are everywhere I look. I cannot rid you from my life, and honestly I don’t know if I want to. But the thing is regardless of how easily you left me and forgot what we had I cannot. I still love you more than anything and I believe what we had was real. And the thing is I think that is what is killing me its not you its this ideal of you that I’ve engraved into my mind.

Shrouded heart [open for ask the ghost in the mirror]

(@ask-the-ghost-in-the-mirror​ moving our thread here.)

“Oh you live there, huh?” Sans said, sounding surprised. “I didn’t know that.” He folded his arms and thought for a bit. “Come to think of it, I didn’t think anyone lived there. It’s a nice area though. As long as no one pulls irritating pranks with the echo flowers-like having them sing annoying songs.” He chuckled. “Not that I would ever do that. I would just have ‘em say puns or knock knock jokes.”

“So how long have you lived there?” Sans asked. “I don’t think I’ve seen you there before.”