#arsonistfriday ask

[Ask game]

#5. Who's usually the big spoon and the small spoon in the relationship?

Much like everything with them, that is a constant battle. Both of them go for the position that makes them feel as if they're in control (usually that being the big spoon) and both are unwilling to back down. So they usually just end up as a tangled mess of limbs with no discernible pattern to the madness.

#11. How was their first kiss like?

In one word: messy.

A tooth was chipped, marrow ended up flowing, and they were both breathless by the end, lying on one of their carpets in their home because standing quickly turned out to not be doable, and just staring at each other to figure out if they were ready for a truce or not. The answer was not.

[Ask Game]

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First of all, I think Dust constantly sheds monster dust. Monsters weren't made to have such a high level of LV, and, while determination is keeping his soul together, that does still mean that his body is constantly melting. The monster dust is very irritating and itchy, so he's gotta use copious amounts of cream to get any relief from the constant sensation of sand in his clothes.

Even if he ever stops wearing his brother's scarf, he still would keep his face covered. He still looks far too much like Sans while not feeling like that's who he is anymore, and it messes with him greatly.

Connected to that last point, he's kinda envious of Killer's and Horror's appearance even if he'd never admit it aloud. He considers them lucky for having changed so much because, in his mind, that must make it a lot easier to put distance between who they are now and who they used to be.

If he gets a good ending away from his home Timeline and away from Nightmare, he's gonna get an emotional support animal. Specifically a chicken. Emotional support chickens are reported to exhibit similarly friendly behaviors to dogs, but they're much quieter, and Dust seems like the type to appreciate that more. Also, anyone who has ever held a chicken can tell you they're the softest little creatures in existence, he's literally getting a plushy-coded creature and he deserves that

They have also sent a note: this is for being my bestie and encouraging my fandom insanity <3

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Please enjoy this: Mexican pink cake

Awww, that's very sweet <3

[Ask Game]

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

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A rather common one (mostly from my dsmp fics, but I did manage to sneak it into The Light Side of the Moon as well) is when someone realizes that, all along, their main caretaker (be it an older sibling, a parent, or a detached creator) had a favorite child and it wasn't them.

It's definitely not projection on my part /s

Fr though, I find it gut wrenching when characters are left asking why they weren't good enough to receive the proper support they needed. Why if their caretaker could care, they didn't care about them.

Doesn't fit the adorable emoji but, alas, I'm an angst writer first a human (questionable) second.

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✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

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I definitely think I'm quite good at writing dialogue! And at adding small pieces of world-building that make my fics more immersive.

Coming in with another banger I see!

I agree. Dream should really not have the "Therapist friend" role as often as people give it to him. He was robbed of a major part of his developmental years and was forced to take his role to a Multiversal scale when he was still pretty much a kid (yes, he was aware while being stuck in stone, but I honestly doubt that led to much growth considering the fact that he was literally frozen in time).

He tries his best to be supportive of others and nice, but things have changed so much and he's barely keeping his head above water as is considering the fact that his brother had 500 years to spread negativity undisturbed. Sometimes Dream's bound to snap at people, or say something that's perceived as rude, or not know how to handle certain situations.

I honestly do like that kind of interpretation of Ink. Especially because, like, while he does love creations to me that always registered as him loving them as stories more so than anything (a view that's probably reinforced after he lost one of the two people he'd gotten especially attached to, one of his fathers).

[Ask Game]

I have in fact written a fic for them!

or if you wanna write some angst, swap!Dream and Ink

The rules for the requests are in This Post.

I feel like both of these could turn out angsty, but I gotta go with my boys swap!Dream and Ink, the toxic boyfriends ever <3

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Dream was sitting on his golden throne. His wings were draped around his shoulders like the world's most obnoxious and expensive cape. They were bright, and the light emanated from them bounced around the white marble walls and floors aiming to offend Ink's eye lights as much as possible.

"Look who's come crawling back to me" Dream drawled. amusement flickered in his mismatched eye lights. He was taunting Ink. Dangling what he so desperately wanted over his head but keeping it just out of reach.

"Just give me the vial, Dream" Ink growled.

Those golden vials were like a drug. Whenever he drank one he could actually feel. For a few hours, it was like having a soul again, except better, because souls had drawbacks. They made you feel like crap sometimes. They made you feel regret, fear, distress, all things Ink didn't have an interest in.

The golden vials only made him feel happy, content, and excited about the world. They were like discovering the beauty of AUs and their colors all over again. He tried to ignore the fact that they came with a drawback too. Namely, the feathery asshole in front of him.

"Hm... see, I could give it to you..." one of those precious golden vials appeared in his left hand, and he played with it for a few moments. "But last time I did you had the audacity to leave my side" he concluded, crushing the vial in his grip.

Ink let out a rather undignified whine.

"I won't leave this time! I promise!" what little anger he'd managed to gather thanks to his red vials was quickly escaping him and leaving its space to fear and desperation. The exact kind of emotions he was hoping to get rid of with those damn vials.

He sure had put himself in a tricky situation, huh?

"You'll have to prove yourself". Blue appeared by Ink's side. There was that golden shine in his eye lights that told him he wasn't currently in control of his body. He hadn't been for a while. Ink at some point really had to start doing something about that. But he'd been so busy chasing this new high that he'd neglected guarding the AUs as of late. "Bring him to the dungeons".

"But- Dream!"

"If you behave for me, then you'll get your reward. Only good little puppets get rewarded though, can you be that for me?". His tone was as patronizing and demeaning as his words.