This ended up way longer than I intended. And I smiled so big when I proofread it real quick before posting. It turned out so dang fluffy. Just. So much fluff. Wives being good and loving to each other. Love that shit.
“Still in there, Angie?” she
asked. There was a prolonged groan from
within. “I’ll take that as a yes. Can I come in?”
“It’s yer bedroom too, ya know. Come in whenever ya want,” Angie
mumbled. Stana opened the door. Angie was spread-eagled on the bed, almost as
pale as the white dress she was wearing.
“Ugh,” Angie groaned again. Stana
leaned against the doorway.
“What’s wrong this time?” Stana
asked. Angie wiped her forehead.
“Don’t know. Everything?
Nothing? I just- I don’t feel
“Feet and ankles buggin’ ya?”
“Not all that much, I guess.”
“No. Just- I don’t feel good.” Angie sighed.
“The last week, I felt fine! Back
to normal. But now, all day, I haven’t
been feelin’ right. Y’know, the general
sort of yuckiness ya get sometimes when yer sick.”
“You’re not sick, are you?” Stana
asked immediately. “‘Cause if ya are, ya
need to go in.” Angie lifted her head to
look at Stana.
“I ain’t sick. Just got two parasites messin’ with my
“Two para- oh. The babies.”
Angie flopped her head back and rolled onto her side. “Ugh.”
Stana walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. “I think you’ll have to cancel the
reservations,” Angie said, her eyes now closed.
“I don’t think I can go to a fancy restaurant right now.”
I cancelled ‘em hours ago,” Stana replied, idly rubbing Angie’s
back. “I remember how it was. I’ve been through this twice, babe.”
“I know. I’m so sorry, I was lookin’ forward to date
night. Even asked Marley to watch the
girls. Ya called Marley, right? To say that plans changed?”
“What?” Angie opened her eyes. “Why not?”
“Can ya sit up?”
“I ain’t that pregnant yet,” Angie said snidely. It took her a few moments, but she successfully
sat up and adjusted her maternity dress.
Stana smiled fondly. “What?”
“You’re just cute, havin’ a bit
of a stomach for the first time in your life,” Stana said. Angie rolled her eyes. “Anyways, Marley picked up the girls about
half an hour ago.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Angie
remarked, stroking her still small baby bump.
She frowned. “I was prob’ly
“Yeah, you don’t hear anything
when you sleep.”
“Darlin’, did ya have a
direction you were takin’ this conversation?”
“Yes, I do. Come on.
We’re goin’ to the kitchen.”
Stana stood up and held out a hand.
Angie took the offered hand with another small groan. The two of them left the bedroom and walked
down the hall. “Cover your eyes before
we get there.”
“Cover my- what do ya have
planned, Stana McGucket?”
“Come on, humor me!”
“Fine,” Angie sighed. She covered her eyes with her hands. “Now ya have to steer me, though.”
“You got it, babe.” Stana took a hold of Angie’s waist, making
her wife giggle a bit. “Stop bein’ so
“Stop ticklin’ me! You know I’m ticklish!”
“Nah. Your laugh is too cute for that,” Stana said
after a moment. Angie let out a small
chuckle. Stana carefully guided Angie
into the living room, past the couch, and then finally, into the entrance of
the kitchen. “Okay. Open ‘em.”
“Angie, don’t be a wiseass. I’m tryin’ to do somethin’ nice.”
“Okay, okay.” Angie uncovered her eyes. She gaped.
“Oh, honey, ya didn’t need to do this!”
The rough, rather beat up kitchen table was pushed to the side, leaving
room for a smaller table, for two. Angie
took a seat at the table. Stana pushed
her chair in, eliciting another laugh from her wife. Angie played with the dark red tablecloth
covering the table. “Stana, really, ya
didn’t need to set up somethin’ like this.”
Stana turned the lights out; the only sources of illumination now were a
series of candles Stana had strategically placed around the kitchen and living
room. Well, the candles and the hallway
nightlight, a necessity when there were children around that could get
nightmares and need comfort in the middle of the night.
“I thought we should have date night,
even though we couldn’t make it to that fancy, expensive place ya like so much,”
Stana said, taking a seat across from Angie.
Angie reached out her hands.
Stana took Angie’s thin, delicate hands in her large ones.
“Hon, yer just the sweetest
spouse I could ever have,” Angie whispered.
She frowned. “But, uh, yer not
the best cook, darlin’. I’m not sure if
ya made anything or-”
“Nah, you’re right, I can’t cook
worth shit yet. Nothin’ that’s not kid
food, at least.”
“Oh no, are we havin’ chicken
nuggets ‘n mac ‘n cheese?” Angie asked teasingly. Stana grinned.
“Nope. I know you’ve been feelin’ homesick lately,”
“Homesick, mornin’ sick, all
kinds of sick, really.”
“So I went to that not expensive place ya like.”
“Oh?” Angie said, curious.
“The one with cookin’ ya say is
just like your ma’s,” Stana informed her.
“Ya got me some real southern
“Best kinda comfort food there
is. At least, according to you. I got all your favorites. Fried chicken, baked beans, cornbread.” Angie beamed.
“And I even found non-alcoholic wine.”
“They make that?” Angie asked.
“Apparently. But we’ve got sparkling cider, too, if you
don’t wanna bother with wine that won’t get ya drunk,” Stana said. Angie smiled.
“I think I’ll at least try the
“Figured. You’re that kinda person. Willing to drink non-alcoholic versions of beverages
that only exist to get ya drunk,” Stana said, shaking her head. Angie let out a small laugh. She leaned in. Stana echoed her movement. Angie kissed Stana gently. When they broke apart, she stroked Stana’s
“Darlin’, I mean it. Yer the best spouse I could ask for,” Angie
said softly. Her eyes widened.
“I think the babies agree, since
they decided to start kickin’ me like they were in a dojo.”
“Well, tell ‘em to go back to
sleep. They’re not invited on our date.”
Hi, 7goodangel. I am here to ask you about PaperJam as a shy, smol and innocent being (mainly thegreatrouge made him be). There has been some conflicts regarding his trait. Some said his canonical personality is a jerk, like what you wrote in his bio / info and some said that is severely wrong and being shy, (which made him shipped with Fresh), is his canonical personality. What are your thoughts about this? I mean, it is your character and people are taking control of it. Don't you disagree?
Well… I have talked to people and seen public
conversations and this has happened several times to me over months. I guess
I’ve gotten a little numb to it now… or maybe it’s due to school that I
haven’t given it the attention that it deserves. Probably due to school.
I just can’t update constantly like others - even though
some others in school were and are able to update constantly. I can’t keep
going around and holding up my bio of PJ and police people. It’s exhausting to
me… it really takes up the small bit of free time I have.
I think after I get a solid job that I’ll be able to go
around better… but anyway - back to your question.
While I love seeing interpretations and do not want people
to be limited by something and have their imaginations go forth… it’s proving
that a huge con comes with that mentality - which you have pointed out. A lot
of people swear that PJ is the cute, innocent interpretation that really, did
get PJ popular in the first place. While I did have him as a jerk from the
beginning - I kinda kept that info to my RP blog - so you could say it is my
fault this is all happening and I do think that. I could of done something to
make it not as bad as it is now…
It’s just like the NSFW stuff… people just assume the
first thing and run with it. And it really does make me feel like I really am
not needed for my own character at points.
It’s a struggle - I don’t want to have people stop
interpreting PJ within AUs… but I also don’t want people to just see him as
an innocent child to ship with Fresh.
And I’m still trying to find the best solution to it.
But… I feel like the damage is already done. It’s too late
for me to talk to all of these people going around swearing on their life that
PJ is canoncally like Rouge’s interpretation/AUs. It feels like an hopeless
battle to me.
And I guess I needed someone to ask me this question so then
I can fully say my thoughts on this.
So in short, while I love creativity and don’t want to snuff
it out (considering some people would probably think I’m doing that already
with saying “No Sin”), I still don’t like it. It irritates me, irks me,
frustrates me, and I feel like even as the person who thought of PJ in the
first place, my voice isn’t enough. Communities seem like they don’t care about
artists unless they reach a ‘certain goal of popularity’ or seem like they
have a more professional style of art. I know I do not reach either of those
People misspell my username all the time - I actually
claimed ‘7goodangle’ on tumblr for that reason.
People still say “I’m too lazy to find who made PJ”
when they clearly mentioned they looked at the bio on the wiki.
People still go around arguing others on the canon ship of
OmniPJ and swearing that FreshPaper is the true canon ship, when all people are
pointing out is that they need to keep the canon ship in mind when going around
Even just basic personality traits… and these things are
happening on sites that I do not nor want an account for.
I still want others to have fun - to be happy; but I don’t
know… I guess I’m cutting out my own happiness to get everyone else happy? I
want to eventually write a version of PJ within his own universe and story…
and he is more like the version I created within the UT verse. Not exact - but
close. Though who knows… I might shove PJ to the side and replace his role
with another character. I’m still weighing options.
Cause PJ was the first character I ever put this much time
and thought into… my first character that was balanced, well rounded…
And what happens?
You said it Anon.
They took it - changed it (initially as an AU but now people
think it’s canon) - and I can’t do much about it. Due to school and not much
free-time… due to how many don’t know the true creator… and just back
talking anyone who is just mentioning it to people who swear by it.
As an artist and a character designer…
It makes me not want to show designs, characters, and
stories ever again online.
Considering if this is how I was treated on the first one…
why even take a chance at a second one? If it has brought me so much stress,
frustration, and time… why even try it again?
I said I was only going to do fanart so if anyone stole it,
it didn’t really matter.
I think I should have stuck with that thought process.
In conclusion, there are some major things to take away
here. First – that yes, I do not like how it has skewed this far to the point
of arguing over a fandom version with the canon. Canon is canon and I get the
different AUs – this is too far. Way too far. I am emotionally drained from
this – from this whole mess that I have been defending throughout majority of
PJ’s lifespan. I will state this – Paper Jam is my character. He is my original
character that I created more than a year ago. And the UT AU fandom took my
character and warped him to something he is not and all of his original meaning
is lost. I do not like to hurt others or make other sad – but I must put my
foot fully down. This miscommunication needs to stop. I am tired of repeating
things over and over and I have past my breaking point time and time again. I
just want people to see PJ how he really is… and I wish that people could be
focusing more on the reality of him instead of the alternate that they all
claim as truth.
Final words: I still like Undertale – I still like creating
characters and having fun – but the Undertale AU fandom is ridiculous now. The Amino
UT community is insanity in an app, and there is a lot of stuff that has made
many artists and creators to their breaking point and leaving the fandom
entirely. Everyone in this fandom needs to take ten steps back and look at what
they are doing. Go back to the game. Play it again – watch your favorite let’s
player’s videos of it again.
And just… food for thought… please don’t jump the gun on someone else’s OC’s
personality and actions.