silly_scoundrel
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Sometimes, she thought about what might have happened if things had gone the way the adults imagined.
She’d marry Kris. Probably stay in town. She’d go to church with her mom. Kris would wear a nice shirt and stand quietly beside her. Maybe they’d live in a quiet house near the pond where the ducks still came in spring.
It wouldn’t be bad. It might even be nice.
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on growing up together and the expectations placed on you because of it
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05 Jul 2025
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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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ode to the cathode
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05 Jul 2025
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She showed up at Kris’s door with her hood up and her tail twitching, smelling like smoke that wasn’t hers. She had one of her mother’s old flannels tied around her waist, the sleeves long and dragging. Kris didn’t ask. Just stepped aside.
Toriel, from the kitchen, poked her head out and said only: “Shoes off, dear. I just mopped.”
Like Susie belonged there.
Like she wasn’t a guest anymore.
Kris gave her the couch and curled up on Chariel. Susie protested, at first—“It’s your damn house, dude,” she said, “I can sleep on the floor, I’ve done it before”—but Kris was already half-buried in blankets and completely silent, which meant the conversation was over.
At some point, when the house had gone completely quiet and the shadows settled, Susie whispered:
“Hey.”
Kris shifted their head to look at her.
The moonlight caught her hair, the jagged edge of her teeth. Her eyes were clearer than they ever were at school. No posturing. No sneer. Just Susie. Bare and real in a borrowed T-shirt, her knees pulled up, her voice a rasp.
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i have extremely specific thoughts on krusie
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There was this day—cold, late March, wind still mean—that stuck in Noelle’s mind like a grain of rice behind the gums.
She’d ducked into the corner store after school. Her mom didn’t like her going there, said the magazines by the register were trash and the cashier had too many piercings. But Noelle wanted a soda. Something sweet, just for her.
Kris and Susie were there already. Neither of them saw her. They were standing by the fridges in the back, heads close together. Susie was laughing at something Kris said. Kris’s hands were in their pockets, a little hunched, but their shoulders relaxed in that way they never were around anyone else.
And it was nothing. It was two people in a corner store. They weren’t touching, weren’t kissing, weren’t anything. But it was everything.
Noelle left without the soda.
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noelle watches from the sidelines
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05 Jul 2025
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playing catch-up by Pangolin_404
Fandoms: Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake (Cartoon 2023)
20 Oct 2023
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Suddenly, Prismo vanishes, leaving Scarab to only guess at what happened to his dreaming body. Dreading the worst, he immediately goes to find Prismo's body to find out what happened.
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05 Jul 2025