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Fairy Tail members and where I think they live.

Apologies if it’s out of character/goes against information said in canon, I’ve just started to rewatch the series.

This series includes all the members listed in the wiki. Let me know if I missed any. Not proofread.

Warning for spoilers throughout the series

Male members:

Alzack Connel: his home is quite far from the guild, on a ranch a city away. Has folks there. However, he lives more in the boys’ dormitories than anything, to get quick access to the guild. When he starts dating Bisca Connel, he stays over at her place so much he practically lives there. After the timeskip, he moves in with her.

Bickslow: Dormitories, but he’s gone to Laxus’s place so many times he practically lives there. When Laxus is kicked off Fairy Tail, Bickslow visits more- decorated it, a little. Holy shit I just saw an image of Bickslow’s face he is so ugly I need that man. Pays some of the fees.

Droy: shares a place with Jet and Levy. The three share rent together. Levy pays most of it.

Elfman Strauss: Lives in a one-story house with his sister. The two have different rooms, Elfman pays for more of the fees. Funds? I don’t know. Goes on more missions than the average mage to afford the house. Has not touched Lisanna’s room other than to clean it. In the beginning, he’s tried, but has broken down every time. Now, he takes care of the cleaning around the house. Takes care of the cooking, too.

Mystogan: Did not live anywhere. Travelled a lot, so he’d mostly stay at hotels or inns. Makarov tried to offer for him to stay at the dormitories, but he denied. He had no place to call home.

Fried Justine: has his own place. Nobody knows where it is, though. Not because he’s mysterious, but it’s in such. A place. Visited Laxus the most, and when Laxus got expelled, he didn’t move in, but tended to it a lot more than he did before the kicking out. Does not add his personal touches, but they’re still there. Pays some of the fees.

Gajeel Redfox: Dormitories, both in the Phantom Troupe(?), and Fairy Tail. Holds shoobedobaa performances in the dorms. Practices late at night, and gets yelled at a lot for that.

Gildarts Clive: Canon, but he has his own place. When revealed about his daughter, he offers Cana to stay at his place (even if it’s not good for having somebody sleep over). Even if she denied, he’s made an area for her to sleep, if she ever needs her dad.

Gray Fullbuster: why is it Gray and not Grey? When he first came, he lived in the dormitories, and still does. However, after Lucy came, he’s been around so much he practically lives there.

Happy: lives with Natsu. Sometimes would be found in the old shed(?) Lisanna and Natsu made. When he does, he recalls a warmth he doesn’t remember. Wakes up confused every time.

Jet: Shares a place with Jet and Levy. The three share rent. Jet pays some of it.

Laxus Dreyar: Why is your last name spelled like that. As a kid, he lived with his father, but after his father got kicked out, Laxus was taken into Makarov custody. Soon, though, Laxus moved out and bought his father’s place back. It never felt right, until the Thunder Legion started visiting a lot more.

Loke: Used to be the Celestial Realm, but after the murder of Karen, he slept over at his dates’ house. Free of charge. After Lucy summoned the Celestial King and pardoned Loke, he now lives in the Celestial Realm. Spends a lot of time there now because he missed it. Dearly.

Macao Conbolt: has his own place, which is shared with his son.

Makarov Dreyar: Has his own place. Honestly kinda nice- I mean, he’s a guild master and a wizard saint. Used to live with his son until he moved out, and used to live with his grandson until he moved out. The house is emptier than it’s ever been.

Max Alors: Used to be dormitories, but had sand (that’s his magic, right?) all over the place to the point he got his own apartment, but caused too much damage to the point he had to get his own small house.

Mest Grydar: ARE YOU THE WEIRDO EVERYONE’S BEEN TALKING ABOUT??? He has his own apartment.

Nab Lasaro: his own place. Does not earn enough money to live at the dormitories.

Natsu Dragneel: His own place, but sometimes, he’d be found in the old shed(?) he made with Lisanna. Now, he practically lives with Lucy.

Panther Lily: Lives with Gajeel.

Reedus Jonah: His own place. Not bad at all- sells his paintings on the side, so he gets some good money to afford it. Painted on the walls himself, and paints them at least once a year. Everything is his canvas.

Romeo Conbolt: you joined Fairy Tail? Lives with his dad.

Vijeeter Ecor: The kinda guy who lives at the dorms. Hosts little dancings shows for the guys. When Gajeel came by, he’d butt in the performances with his shoobedobaa bullshit. The two would clash a lot in that tome.

Wakaba Mine: Lives with his wife in a house.

Warren Rocko: used to live in the dormitories- this was when he had shaky control of his magic. On some nights, he couldn’t turn it off, and the thoughts were so loud he’d cry himself to sleep, and when days came by, he’d isolate himself. Moved out into his own place, isolated from other people, even if he can control his magic now. Would like to live with Max.

Female members:

Bisca Connel: Dormitories. Used to live on a farm like Alzack, the ranches didn’t know each other, though. Hers is in a different city. After the time skip, she and Alzack buy a place and move in together.

Cana Alberona: when she first came in, Cana lived in the dormitories. However, as she got older, she got her own place in order to show ‘strength’- somebody worthy of being in Gildarts’ presence. Misses the dormitories. After she reveals her relationship with to Guildarts, she considered his offer of living with him, but decided against it (for now). Feels too weird for her.

Carla: dormitories. Shares a room with Wendy.

Erza Scarlet: dormitories. Used to stress everybody out by running the place like a drill sergeant. Strict wake and bed times, training times, had chores lists, and patrolled the halls like some kinda ward. Terrifying. When Lucy came, she wet over so often she practically lived there. everybody was happy that Erza would get off their backs. But, they kinda miss the routine she would give them.

Evergreen: Dormitories, but has gone to Laxus’s place so many times it’s practically her own. When Laxus was kicked, she started adding her own touches. Pays some of the fees.

Juvia Lockser: Had her own place when in the Phantom Troupe(?), and when joining Fairy Tail, she still lived in that place. After the uh. The. Arc where Laxus does his Battle of Fairy Tail bullshit, she started to live in the dormitories to feel the closeness she loved seeing from the others.

Laki Olietta: dormitories. Canon. I think?

Levy McGarden: shares a place with Jet and Droy. The three share rent together. Everyone says they pay equal rent from their own pockets, but the guild members just know its job money, and really going into it, since Levy does most the work during missions, she technically pays the most rent.

Lisanna Strauss: Lived with Mirajane and Elfman. After her ‘death’, she lived with Edolas Elfman and Mirajane. Never felt right, though. Her room wasn’t her room, no matter how much she changed it. When coming back to Earthland, her old room was given back, but it also. Didn’t feel right. She felt relieved, coming back to her room, seeing it untouched and clean- like going back in time- but her preferences and her personality has changed so much it… didn’t feel right, after a week.

Lucy Heartfilia: Canon, has her own place. Because of how many times Team Natsu comes over, she’s changed her apartment. Blankets on the couch, raw fish in the fridge (if those existed?) cold water set on the table, and pajamas folded on her nightstand. Even after Fairy Tail disbanded, she still kept up those habits.

Mirajane Strauss: Has a one-story house with Elfman. Used to be the breadwinner, and because of her S Class quests, was able to score a nice place. Used to be the breadwinner. Now, though, she doesn’t take quests anymore, so it’s a bit of a struggle. Not too bad, though. Although Elfman may pay more, it’s not by much. Modeling pays a good Jewel. Cleaned Lisanna’s room the first few months she died, and she’d push through the tears. Had to look through Lisanna’s closet in order to see what was more ‘girly’ or more close to Lisanna’s appearance. Considered taking some of her clothes, but almost threw up when thinking about it. When Elfman goes out on missions, she cooks meals for him based on how long he’ll be gone for. Has not touched Lisanna’s room in a year.

Porlyusica: she’s a member of Fairy Tail??? Has her own place. Canon.

Wendy Marvell: Dormitories. Canon. Has considered getting her own place, but Carla argues against it.

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Just so you know, none of y’alls requests have been forgotten

I am just

Very slow

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Oh, yeah.

In, like, three days, I’ll be gone on a trip overseas for two months. So, I’ll be gone for a while. I may post every now and again, but don’t expect me to be active.

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@kiyoahdiy requested: Hihihi! A message from your big fan! I read your comment, and I have a request for you. So... I was thinking of a reader who ate a mysterious fruit without knowing it was the Devil Fruit that cause people obsessively drawn to her when seeing her face, But I admit that the reader is also deaf! :) And she can use the mask to prevent people from being affected by her Devil Fruit. You can choose any crew to write this story; such as Strawhat, whitebeard, heart pirates and others.

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-> Yandere! Beautiful Pirates x fem!reader

-> Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of war, mention of body horror

-> Word Count: ~2.3k words

-> jokes on you I decided to write for CAVENDISH'S CREW HAHAHAH!!! There's too little content for them, so I decided why not? I love Cavendish a bit too much, and Suleiman too. Honestly, writing this, I've come to appreciate Suleiman more. Anyways, I have no idea why this took so long to write- too many versions I didn't like- but! Here we are! I hope you enjoy! Also, if there are any inconsistencies/incorrect portrayals- from anything offensive to 'that's now how the disability is', please let me know.

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Cavendish is first to visit.

Every day, without fail, he is first to greet you.

As early as the ship’s cook starts to prepare breakfast, he opens your door. Not in a gentle way, never in a gentle way. It’s done with the force of a drunkard coming home late, but the flair of a lead theatre performer making their entrance.

“My love!” His voice booms. “Good morning!”

You do not react.

Sitting on the windowsill, gazing out at the rising sun, you do not so much as even shift. Like he doesn’t exist.

The usual, for mornings. Or whenever he comes in.

He does not let this hinder him. In fact, he moves further into your room, only stopping when he can feel the heat radiating off of you; shy of brushing against you.

Slowly, he leans down, and whispers, “Dear?” his breath hitting your skin.

This time, as expected, you react. Jolting in your seat, eye markings of your mask making contact with Cavendish’s blue eyes.

“Did I startle you?” He asks, tone not unlike an owner to their puppy.

One second passes. Then two. Then three.

Upon realizing you will give no answer, Cavendish continues. “I am sorry, I was… too eager to have your attention on me, but, in order to do so, I have acted in haste.” He tries to look away in shame, but the captain finds himself unable to pull his eyes off that mask of yours.

Abhorrent thing.

A snake’s fangs sink into a mouse’s flesh.

His smile strains.

“I do hope…” a deep breath, as he reaches into his pocket; kneeling as he raises a box, ornate and small. Perfect for holding a ring. “This makes up for it.” 

You tilt your head downwards, a small movement that’s caught too easily; bring your hands up, palms the tiniest bit sweaty; brush your fingers against the case, they’re shaking, why are you scared; and you take the case from Cavendish.

Will you open it?

Your thumbs rest on the top of the container.

Finally?

Nails slightly dig into the wood.

Will this be the gift you look at?

A hand takes and you touch your chin, extending your arm out a bit before putting the offering to the side.

Just like the rest of them.

Something stirs in his chest, consumes his heart.

He looks to a corner of your room; there, gifts of all shapes and sizes, crammed into that space. The collection is getting bigger, the pile spreading like mold.

Like rot.

Cavendish hides his disappointment with a patient smile on his face.

“Well, my dear, if you need anything, I am just a call away.” He steps away and bows; a smooth movement. Fit for a marriage, fit for an heir, fit for a prince.

Fit for you.

He cannot afford to look anything less than his best, in front of you.

His crew, though, sees it.

Boots stomping against wood.

Pale fists clenched on themselves.

Watching Cavendish storm out the forecastle, Suleiman can’t help but be worried about him.

Well, to be more specific, ever since Suleiman joined the Beautiful Pirates, he’s been worried.

Day by day, a man consistently agitated… far from the captain I met that day. And a maiden who I’ve only seen at dinner, unresponsive to any attempt at conversation, almost lifeless. A captive to the captain, or a coquette?

It’s only been two weeks, and yet, the man can clearly see the effect this woman has on Cavendish.

A concerning one.

“Captain,” Suleiman calls.

Blue eyes- striking, almost like daggers- flit up. Sun-colored eyelashes, filtering the intensity, are the only thing preventing the war veteran from looking away. “What is it?” The captain questions.

“We need to talk about a crewmate. The, ah…” What’s her name? “The one with the mask.”

Cavendish hums. “What about her?” There is an edge at his voice, one so fine it is as if his Durandal were pointed right at Suleiman’s throat.

I have to be careful… lest I will reap a catastrophic harvest.

“I am… curious-” concerned. “-about her.”

“Oh?” The rapier is sheathed. A smile graces the wielder’s face- so easy, and soft on the eyes, the exiled one does not see the feared pirate Cavendish is, but rather, the prince everybody throws themselves at. “Has she enchanted you, too?” 

Has she what?

“I find myself… drawn to her, in a way.” Not exactly a lie. “It makes me want to learn more of that crewmate.”

The smile grows wider. “Of course, my dear friend! It’s only natural for somebody to try and grasp the concept of Her.”

Suleiman does not like the way his captain says that last word. It’s a little too excited, a little too… reverent. It makes The Beheader’s skin crawl.

“Ask away, dear friend, for I know everything there is to know about our dear goddess.” The prince chuckles- no, giggles. 

What an… uncanny sound, coming from him.

The new recruit clears his throat. Best to start at the beginning. “How did you meet her?”

“Oh!” The man beams. Bright as the sun, so… pure, it hurts. “Well, you see-”

Hands around your legs, cold against your skin, painful against flesh.

They drag you on the floor, concrete sliding against your head, skin peeling off.

You can’t see. Your vision is blocked by something… soft. Something that’s not cool, and light; something that’s not your mask.

The absence tightens your throat.

The very thing that has caused stalking cases, murders, wars, has been revealed once more. 

But how?

To take your mask off- it can’t be caused by a simple accident. There’s a series of buckles, a hard punch or an awful slip can’t simply make it come off. No, it has to be removed deliberately.

So that only means somebody saw your face. Somebody saw it, and they want to see it again, and they took your mask off.

Desperately, you try to think back on the past few days.

How could anyone have seen it? What did I do? I only took it off in my own home, and even then, my blinds were closed. What happened? What did I do wrong-?

Your reflection is cut short by an abrupt stop to your movement. The hands on you tighten, before your legs are set to the floor. Vibrations from the ground make themself known- no doubt, this kidnapper is coming over. Their body heat gets more prominent until it’s near your face, suffocating you.

Fuck- stop thinking- how do I even get out of this?!

You try to move your hands; you can’t. You try to move your legs; you can’t.

You’re bound.

The bottom of your blindfold lifts, and you come face to face with your abductor.

Blue eyes meet your vision. Blonde hair tickles your face. A gaze, adoration bordering on obsession, is fixed on you.

Your breath hitches.

Cavendish?!

In front of you, waves a hand. Pale and skinny, yet also calloused.

Your gaze lifts from your plate to the woman that brought you back to reality.

Her eyebrows are ever-so-slightly pinched, lips just barely drawn downwards. The sea of her eyes are filled with worry, but at the bottom, at the sandy floor, a beast is swimming. Waiting. 

Lurking.

Goosebumps rise on your arms.

The woman opens her mouth, moving it in such a way that tells you she’s speaking. If her expression says anything, she’s really asking a question.

You can’t hear her, but she doesn’t know that.

Nobody here does.

Your intestines start to squirm.

She- what’s her name again? You don’t know, you never learned, never had the opportunity- leans closer. Her hand comes closer; slow, hesitant, yearning.

Like everybody else.

Your stomach clogs your throat. 

The room has stilled. Everyone is looking at you. Holding their breath, for you.

These people expect you to answer, expect you to speak. They expect you to do the things you can’t. They expect you to do it because they don’t know.

Your liver is in your mouth.

They don’t know.

Your kidneys threaten to spill out.

They don’t know, and no matter how many times I try to tell them, they won’t understand.

All of your organs thrash in your body, begging for release from the cage they are in. They want to come out, they want to be free, they want to make your rage known.

They refuse to understand.

Nails skim against the back of your hand. Such a… gentle motion, so nice and lovely and caring-

You slap the woman’s hand away.

The room sucks in a breath.

For a moment, you can take a look at the monster within the crewmate’s eyes.

It’s one of reverence.

You storm out of the dining room.

Reverence!

The thought forms a shuddering against your throat- you’re laughing?

These people revere me!

A dampness runs down your face.

Of course- of course they do. Of course they fucking do!

Hands press against your mask, making sure it’s still fixed to your face. A habit, really. One that comforted you.

Pointless to do, now. 

Storming out the dining room to avoid the looks of everybody?

Utterly pointless.

Running around the ship like you’re a headless chicken?!

All of it is pointless! There’s no benefit to any of it- it won’t help you. No matter how many times you run, they’ll find you, they’ll keep you here! With them!

Forever!

You’re stuck here!

…you’re stuck here.

Nails dig into porcelain.

You’re stuck… here.

Fuck!

Suddenly, fingers snap belt buckles off, and the mask is in your hands.

Such a… plain thing it is; pure white, with only eye holes to see through them. Not a decorative statement, but rather, a means to an end.

But what end does it have now? 

The stars witness as you chuck it into the ocean, twinkling in conversation when you scream into the night sky.

They also catch sight of Suleiman coming later, combat boots clicking against wooden planks.

It’s… rather easy to sneak up on you- easier than the new recruit would like.

Hunched shoulders, clenched fists, shaky legs…

Even a fool could tell that you’re not okay.

When only a few steps away, he debates whether or not to get your attention.

He decides so.

Nails graze against your shirt, and you jump. Your head turns to the side, just a bit, before returning to its original position. It’s then he notices the missing belt buckles.

What does your face look like?

The question appears as fast as it disappears.

“At ease,” he rumbles, “I’m just checking up on you.”

You don’t respond, opting to shuffle away, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’m not going to bring you back, don’t worry.” The man moves to stand next to you, looking out at the sea.

…no clouds.

Tonight, the pale maiden shines in all her brilliance, everybody able to partake in her beauty- especially her wife, who drinks up all the light it can. In reaction to her beloved’s glow, it’s more active than usual, swaying the Sleeping White Horse of the Forest in a calming lull; a baby, rocked by its mother. It’d be a peaceful night, if not for the fact Suleiman can’t see anything.

The man sighs, “You caused a scene, running out like that. Got everyone worried."

Out of the corner of his eye; he sees your shoulders dropping, figure leaning against the railing.

“Cavendish- ah, Captain- wanted to go look for you. I offered in his place.” He continues, “However- apologies if I’m reading wrong- but you seemed like you needed space from everybody. I would have suggested for you to be left to your own devices, but everyone seemed too… worried, that you would throw yourself overboard. So, I simply decided I shall go. Hopefully–” He looks around himself. “Do not take offense, but perhaps my unfamiliarity with you could make you less tense.”

Suleiman pauses.

“Apologies. I was rambling too much.”

He looks back at your covered face. The crazed ranting of Cavendish comes back to him.

“Her face was so beautiful, I just couldn’t resist! I had to keep her with me! Oh, if only you could get blessed, Suleiman! If you saw, you’d understand!”

Do you… enjoy being here?

He can guess the answer.

“Well.” The exile pushes himself off the railing. “I must get sleep. Careful not to push yourself too much.” He reaches out to pat your shoulder, before stopping at the last second. “Sleep well, ah…” what’s your name? “Comrade.”

A second passes, a second of silence, a second of nothing, before he makes way back to the door, boots echoing across the air. As he walks, the boards underneath him creak- the ship’s due for a checkup. Fingers wrap around the handle, and just as he’s about to open it, he remembers something.

“Actually, do you need help getting back to your…” His one eye meets your own two.

…oh.

What a gorgeous pair of eyes you have, drawing him to them like the promise of return to his home country; it takes all his willpower to resist the fine-sealed envelope, to gaze at the contents of the letter inside.

You wear a mask for a reason. He must respect your privacy.

“Nevermind. Have a nice night, comrade.”

Painfully, much too painfully, he forces himself back into the forecastle, he forces himself to throw the letter into the trash. It’s an arduous task- his feet are as heavy as guilt, his hands are as tight as sin. 

Splendid.

Suleiman closes the door. He ignores the tightening of his chest, the heating of his face, the curling of his gut.

Don’t think about it.

He tries to push the image to the back of his head, but it’s too late.

Don’t think about it.

It’s already been burned into his eye.

Don’t think about it. It will be all he thinks about.

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I want to become Fried and Laxus’s third

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…there’s too little Fairy Tail fics.

I shall make one myself.

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Gaster from Undertale AND Deltarune… specifically Deltarune

A being shattered across time and space, aware that everything going on is a video game. He knows about the player. Specifically, he knows about you.

I’ve seen many videos about Gaster being obsessed with the player, and I’m like ‘ong. They’re cooking wtf.’ Because his fucking. I don’t know how to explain it. Need to be connected to the ‘outside’ (our world), seen in chapter one when making the vessel. It feels like he has a desire to reach the beyond, to CONNECT with the player.

It’s hard to piece him together. His motivations. His goals. He himself just… is erased from the game. From memories. And we can only scramble for the pieces.

He feels fond about us. And how far is he willing to go in Deltarune? Does he want to breach the real world? Imagine he does. When he bypasses the screen and finally meets us.

I want to write for him, so bad; about breaching the fourth wall, about finally being able to meet the player. How he’s waited for so long, how he’s so joyous.

But he’s so. Wrong.

Wrong not in the way he’s a skeleton. But wrong in the way he’s not pieced together. Hes gloopy, but not. Parts of him are disappearing and reappearing. It hurts to even have a form like this, consistently. He looks terrifying. Melting. Rotting. Can skeletons even rot? It looks like he’s decomposing.

He’s not… whole, just quite yet, and yet he loves the player so much. He loves us. He wanted to breach this barrier so bad, because he wanted to reach the player.

Also Gaster is yellow and I stand by that.

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It's actually quite funny that I support Player x Gaster, but I don't self-ship with Gaster?

I just love the concept and the metafuckery involved in it even being a valid theory and I do kinda ship it in a "I love the idea of being viewed as a fictional character by a fictional character and them self-shipping with us." kind of way? And not necessarily like Monika either? More like yumeshipping and escapism, rather than actively malicious yandere. I really do love the idea of a character with that being their motivation.

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Also what does Kris think about Gaster?

Does Kris even know about Gaster? Probably not; but they know of an outside force dictating their every move, they made a deal for this to happen I JUST KNOW OF IT. Both they and Gaster know what the player does.

But does Kris know Gaster is the bridge between the player and the game? I mean, Gaster started us off with the game. I think. But probably not. Gaster is more of an external force, but I feel like Gaster has something to do with Kris and vice versa. You can’t have one without the other.

and both have wildly differing opinions about the SOUL. One is from an observational standpoint without bias of any kind and maybe a weird form of obsession(? Maybe I’m not sure), and one is from a personal standpoint (that tries so hard not to be impersonal but Kris is their own person and they need to do things and they have friends and family and).

But the two know every move the player makes. They know.

I don’t know where I’m going with this I’m going insane

[coveofsecrets]

Gaster from Undertale AND Deltarune… specifically Deltarune

A being shattered across time and space, aware that everything going on is a video game. He knows about the player. Specifically, he knows about you.

I’ve seen many videos about Gaster being obsessed with the player, and I’m like ‘ong. They’re cooking wtf.’ Because his fucking. I don’t know how to explain it. Need to be connected to the ‘outside’ (our world), seen in chapter one when making the vessel. It feels like he has a desire to reach the beyond, to CONNECT with the player.

It’s hard to piece him together. His motivations. His goals. He himself just… is erased from the game. From memories. And we can only scramble for the pieces.

He feels fond about us. And how far is he willing to go in Deltarune? Does he want to breach the real world? Imagine he does. When he bypasses the screen and finally meets us.

I want to write for him, so bad; about breaching the fourth wall, about finally being able to meet the player. How he’s waited for so long, how he’s so joyous.

But he’s so. Wrong.

Wrong not in the way he’s a skeleton. But wrong in the way he’s not pieced together. Hes gloopy, but not. Parts of him are disappearing and reappearing. It hurts to even have a form like this, consistently. He looks terrifying. Melting. Rotting. Can skeletons even rot? It looks like he’s decomposing.

He’s not… whole, just quite yet, and yet he loves the player so much. He loves us. He wanted to breach this barrier so bad, because he wanted to reach the player.

Also Gaster is yellow and I stand by that.

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GIYSSSSS I NEED HELP FINDING A FIVE JIGHTS AT GREDDY’S SECURITY BREACH FICXCX

So like. It’s a swap au of Sun and Moon- the Daycare Attendants, and it’s an x reader. I don’t know what the role of the reader is, but I DO know that in around the second(-ish?) chapter, the lights are suddently turned on, and Sun comes out. And since it’s a swap au, Sun has the murder virus. Thing.

But, like I was saying, when Sun comes out, he makes reader play a game of hide and seek, and I think a chase sequence occurs? And I think he injures reader’s ankle.

Next chapter comes out, and Sun and reader have a conversation. Sun is inside the playcare, while reader is outside.

PLEAAAAAASE I NEED HELPPPP

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(unserious) Preview to a fic:

"Well, to be more specific, ever since Suleiman joined the Beautiful Pirates, he’s wanted to kiss Cavendish on his HOT MOUTH. I’m feeling ROMANTICAL."

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Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

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Almost done with a oneshot heheheh

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(Before you read on, just know, this is an exaggeration. A heavy one. There are writers I genuinely love, and writing should be encouraged. Despite my critiques despite my ‘hate’, certain fics will always be peoples’ yum, and everything I say is meant to be taken with a grain of salt. People do this for free, and it is a task of blood, sweat, and tears.)

Tw: Brief mention of rape in the beginning. This is a random rant about my experience looking for fics I like. None of this is directed towards any particular people.

GAAAAAH

I DONT WANNA BE JUMPSCARED WITH RAPE. I DONT WANNA BE JUMPSCARED WITH FEMININE PET NAMES OR A RANDOM ‘she/her’.

START TRIGGER WARNING YOUR FICS OR I WON’T READ THEM. SAY IF YOUR READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL OR NOT. STOP WRITING YOUR READER AS IF THEYRE PETIT AND SMALL AND SKINNY AND LONG BLONDE HAIR. WITHOUT FUCKING WARNING ME!!!

‘Small waist? Hip dips?? Skinny figure???’

NO.

I AM FAR FROM SKINNY. Fat wouldn’t be the accurate term to describe me, BUT I AM NOT FUCKING SKINNY. I AM NOT PETITE, I AM NOT SMALL. I HAVE A STOMACH, I HAVE FAT. AND ITS NOT IN MY ASS. ITS UNDER MY CHEST, IN MY STOMACH, AND IN ITHER AWKWARD AREAS. MY LEGS ARENT SHAVED OR SMOOTH, I AM HAORY. MY BOOBS AREN’T BIG, NY ASS ISN’T FAT. IT IS SMALL, I AM NOT CURVY LIKE YOU. I AN NOT PALE, RITHER. I AM BROWN. I HAVE MELANIN.

AT LEAST TELL ME IF THE READER HAS AN APPEARANCE LIKE THAT.

Being a transgender POC, it is SO hard to find fics; SO MANY of these fics are catered towards white women, and I get it. I really do. They’re the main demographic, and it’s nice being represented. I can’t expect some rando on the internet to write a reader I can put myself into, because frankly, some of the readers I write probably have their own appearances too that people can’t put themselves in.

God.

As much I shit on these people, reader inserts are a way to project yourself in an escapist way, so I get it. And I’m happy for those people, I really am. Like, you go dude. Project everything you can into this writing you make, because it is yours. It is yours, and I don’t want anybody stopping you from pursuing your creative hobby.

, Writing is a genuine thing I don’t think should be discouraged, and I’m not trying to discourage anybody from writing their readers in a certain appearance. If you want to do that, go for it. More power to you.

It just… sucks, like I said earlier. It genuinely sucks. I can’t- insert myself into these spaces like other people can, hell, I refuse to read works that don’t have trigger warnings because I don’t wann be jumpscared. And these works are probably amazing, literary masterpieces. But I just… when so many things are… not tagged properly? I guess? It doesn’t… I don’t know. It hurts. A lot.

Like, it makes me scared to go out fic hunting, and it’s why I stay in only some spaces and stick to certain authors because it’s… it’s just demotivating.

My main issue with this is just. Lack of tags, and people writing from a Eurocentric viewpoint. Not everybody who reads your work is going to be white. There are other people, too- so many people you just… exclude from your work, by making your reader white. It’s not your job to be a safe space for minorities, but it’d just be appreciated if we can put ourselves in a reader insert for once. You don’t have to describe the traits of a poc, but you can just. Make your reader vague.

But on another note, writers who truly make their reader vague (as best they can, because I understand making an appearance truly vague is hard) I love. Writers who make their readers have distinct personalities each oneshot, and not a ‘one size fits all’. Writers who truly understand the weight of what they are writing, and handle it best they can. Writers who write what they want, and when they want. Writers not afraid of being cringe. Writers that really understand the tag dead dove: do not eat, writers that tag their works accordingly, writers that acknowledge that their main character may be an OC and tag it accordingly. Writers who know the topic they’re handling, and know who they are representing. I love you all, you all are amazing. Writers who put their own experiences being a minority into their writing. Writers who write for minorities.

Thank you for your contributions to spaces like these.

God if someone can give me writer recommendations where they won’t jumpscare me, I’ll be so happy.

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“Reader insert” and it is CLEARLY a self insert with the way they describe the reader