PSA:: ((TW: PEDOPHILIA))

PSA: please block tumblr user Rockerman503 ((TW: PEDOPHILIA))

This is a callout post made with the intent to warn minors possibly coming into contact with Undertale Voice Actor @rockerman503 // @rockerundertale ((also youtube username Rockerman503 ))

The VA Jon ((20-21y/o adult man)) is currently engaging in a relationship with a minor who was 15 at the time he began pining after them. [x] [x]

Based on the texts given by the anonymous sources he is fully aware of what he is doing and attempting to hide it.

Main points are bolded. Please if you are a minor reading this know THIS IS NOT HOW ADULTS SHOULD ACT.

IF ANY ADULTS TALK LIKE THIS ABOUT YOU OR A FRIEND RUN FOR THE HILLS

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convos are from two different people who’s names will not be said but please steer clear of this guy.

PLEASE SPREAD THIS SO THE UNDERTALE COMMUNITY AND THE VA COMMUNITY IS AWARE

so hey undertale fans! OP and i have been sharing receipts about this guy with each other for months now and it’s safe to say, this is legit. this college-aged man is trying to hide an “on the downlow” relationship with a sophomore/junior-year aged teenager.

no one is talented enough to get away with taking advantage of the naivete of minors. please help put an end to this bullshit online culture in which we let Popular Fandom Funnydudes get away with abusing teens who don’t know that adults who want to fuck them are not good, safe, admirable adults.

OP and I have also been sharing receipts in the links above and truthfully I was sickened. This is an adult that has a wide maturity gap over someone who is still technically A CHILD and the fact the words, 

“UNTIL THEY ARE OF AGE” 

Came out of this Youtuber’s mouth is absolutely disgusting. They are fairly open on streams calling each other babe and they have not been secretive or on the DL at all, it has been fairly obvious, though most don’t know of this wide age gap.

This is NOT okay and he is taking advantage of his emotional advantage he has over the younger person to be in a relationship with them. A standard, pedophilic tactic.

This is not okay and should anyone ever do this to you, fucking run.

So on Rocker’s blog (the one with the 503 on it), and this is just speculation but @rockerman503 || @rockerundertale but he has a little tag that spans back during the time of the receipts above mainly consisting of some lewd and suggestive posts involving little girls! I personally find myself sickened, and he is not stopping. This needs to be BOOSTED LIKE HELL. HE CANNOT CONTINUE TO HAVE SUCCESS WITH HIS YOUTUBE CAREER AND GET AWAY WITH THIS WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES. IT IS FUCKING SICK.

Here is a link to said tag.

PSA:: ((TW: PEDOPHILIA))

PSA: please block tumblr user Rockerman503 ((TW: PEDOPHILIA))

This is a callout post made with the intent to warn minors possibly coming into contact with Undertale Voice Actor @rockerman503 // @rockerundertale ((also youtube username Rockerman503 ))

The VA Jon ((20-21y/o adult man)) is currently engaging in a relationship with a minor who was 15 at the time he began pining after them. [x] [x]

Based on the texts given by the anonymous sources he is fully aware of what he is doing and attempting to hide it.

Main points are bolded. Please if you are a minor reading this know THIS IS NOT HOW ADULTS SHOULD ACT.

IF ANY ADULTS TALK LIKE THIS ABOUT YOU OR A FRIEND RUN FOR THE HILLS

______________________________________________________________

convos are from two different people who’s names will not be said but please steer clear of this guy.

PLEASE SPREAD THIS SO THE UNDERTALE COMMUNITY AND THE VA COMMUNITY IS AWARE

so hey undertale fans! OP and i have been sharing receipts about this guy with each other for months now and it’s safe to say, this is legit. this college-aged man is trying to hide an “on the downlow” relationship with a sophomore/junior-year aged teenager.

no one is talented enough to get away with taking advantage of the naivete of minors. please help put an end to this bullshit online culture in which we let Popular Fandom Funnydudes get away with abusing teens who don’t know that adults who want to fuck them are not good, safe, admirable adults.

OP and I have also been sharing receipts in the links above and truthfully I was sickened. This is an adult that has a wide maturity gap over someone who is still technically A CHILD and the fact the words, 

“UNTIL THEY ARE OF AGE” 

Came out of this Youtuber’s mouth is absolutely disgusting. They are fairly open on streams calling each other babe and they have not been secretive or on the DL at all, it has been fairly obvious, though most don’t know of this wide age gap.

This is NOT okay and he is taking advantage of his emotional advantage he has over the younger person to be in a relationship with them. A standard, pedophilic tactic.

This is not okay and should anyone ever do this to you, fucking run.

So on Rocker’s blog (the one with the 503 on it), and this is just speculation but @rockerman503 || @rockerundertale but he has a little tag that spans back during the time of the receipts above mainly consisting of some lewd and suggestive posts involving little girls! I personally find myself sickened, and he is not stopping. This needs to be BOOSTED LIKE HELL. HE CANNOT CONTINUE TO HAVE SUCCESS WITH HIS YOUTUBE CAREER AND GET AWAY WITH THIS WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES. IT IS FUCKING SICK.

Here is a link to said tag.

since some people love to doubt that popular fandom dudes can do no wrong and need all the proof in the world (please reblog!)

15 is too old to fall under pedophilia… Creepy perhaps but don’t water down something like pedophilia.  11 or younger would qualify.  This would fall under fraternization.

Wrong.

“Fraternization (from Latin frater, brother) is “turning people into brothers"—conducting social relations with people who are actually unrelated and/or of a different class (especially those with whom one works) as though they were siblings, family members, personal friends or lovers.”

So while that might be correct, you’re still wrong.

Your attempts to defend a pedophile are failing.

Try again. Or don’t.

By fraternizing I was referring to romantic fraternization with a subordinate or someone who you are above in a position of power and I wasn’t defending anything.  Also by your definition of child it is pedophilia to date a 30 year old that acts immature.  Try again monkey ^_^

@arsonxst

To my followers,

Mkay. Seems like I am not going to be coming back to this blog for a while so.

Y’all can find me at:

My Gaster blog, @monvoid

My Asgore blog @goldiincy

My Sans blog @assistailant

My UF! Papyrus blog @misxnthropi

Peace.

Gaster put another chunk of meat in his mouth, still a bit huffy that the other came to such an asinine conclusion but it seemed to have helped ease the tension.

“Uh, well. Thank you, you look… good, as well?” Was he supposed to compliment him? What was there to compliment, he saw Asgore nearly every day, and as far as Gaster’s opinion went he wasn’t ugly. “Your– mane, looks clean, so I suppose you washed before this. Hygiene is important.” Bam, nailed it. “Also the flower only cost 2 gold, so it is not like I bought you a new crown. Unless you wanted another?” He could always try his hand at metalwork…

Gaster was definitely not a mind reader. One could even claim he couldn’t even read his own mind, chugging along on its own path that strayed far from anyone else’s. It was what made him so unapproachable.

Hmmm,” he said, chewing, thinking to the stack of papers still on his desk, “Yes, I would love to.” He remembered perhaps watching one or two, back on the surface. It was a curious black and white flick, seen in a theatre by himself and Grillby when the other finally pulled him out of the lab and his books. He didn’t remember what it was about other than it was produced by humans and was entertaining.

     Another piece of the steak had been popped in his mouth when the comment on his hygiene was made. He inhaled so sharply he nearly choked. His eyes briefly watered and he immediately dabbed his dampened eyes, clearing his throat to pretend like nothing had happened.

          “No, I certainly do not want a new crown. I hardly wish to wear the one I have! Ah ... It is ... so heavy.” He murmured, realizing how his words could be taken. While true, he despised being King, he rarely let anyone in on it. He was certain Gaster knew, but either ignored the fact, didn’t remember, or rejected it.

     Dwarfing Gaster, Asgore was nearly finished with the steak and chowed the last few pieces down before trading for a piece of bread and the bowl of noodles. He debated telling Gaster he needn’t feel like he had to try so hard but, he really did appreciate the effort and here The King was, completely blowing it. 

     How old was he? How could he possibly be blowing something so simple as a date?

     He slowed his pace so Gaster wouldn’t feel rushed, idly stirring at the bowl before perking up slightly.

          “Do you remember any particular favorites? Movies, I mean. I personally never saw any movies on the surface but we have boxes of them now. I could see if we have it.”

* * *

     After the dinner was finished with the same light-talking and clench in his stomach, Asgore swiftly cleaned up the remnants of their meal and guided Gaster to the small commons area where a rather old tv set was displayed before a couch atop a rather regal rug. He pulled over one of the boxes and yanked out the stacks of VHS tapes, shaking his head at the dirt that had collected on the cases from age and laid them out for Gaster to see.

          “See anything you prefer?”

[ ... ]

They would be dating. Together.

For some reason thinking of it like that made it much easier, and he lost some of the tension he had been burdened with before. 

     A few slow blinks were given while Gaster went on his rant, a particularly slow blink pausing at the little nickname. Well, splendid. Now, he himself was irritated but lacked the ability to display such an emotion, so he merely turned and tucked in his chair more to properly sit at the table.

     Well, that rant was what he needed. No sugar coating or brown nosing. No kissing his ass. He could respect the man’s word’s, in fact, they even made him smile after a few moments. That little bit of annoyance ebbed away quickly. He knew his motives of asking such things were things to be misunderstood by those who did not live inside of his head. He didn’t expect Gaster to understand them either.

     He sat up a bit straighter as he took his fork in hand, his gaze finally returning to Gaster.

         “Thank you. For ... all of that. Some brutal honestly is what I need to kick me off of the narrow pathway my thinking often strays to. Unlike how many others sugar up the truth ... Your efforts have not gone unnoticed. You do look dashing, and the rose is being treated to a vase on the kitchen counter. And I appreciate it greatly.” He said, finally taking the first bite and nodded ever so slightly. Not his greatest, but he’d tried.

          “I am glad you like it. It was easy to make, considering you and I prefer our steak the same way.” He added,  “Oh, if you have the time. I recently got our old TV set working again. I have never been huge on television but I also have a stack of movies ... if you would like to watch one after dinner?”

At being given permission Gaster gave in and poured himself some coffee, admiring the cup and wondering if Asgore specifically set it out or if it was sheer happenstance. Either way he appreciated it, sipping it with both hands just so he appeared occupied.

“You would make a very good chef,” he noted, though in his opinion no other occupation would fit Asgore aside from King. He kept that to himself though, taking the seat when it was pulled out for him.

The food looked wonderful at least. He was surprised even at the fact Asgore went and got steak, knowing the scarcity of it. Immediately he remembered the taste of cup noodles and shrunk back slightly – Gaster didn’t want to be spoiled like this. It felt… weird.

He blinked when the other spoke of the bread. “Oh, well, accidents happen, I will be right here.” Gaster took another sip. As far as he was concerned the mention of a knife barely registered to him, it was not like Asgore would storm out of the kitchen swinging it wildly around. Right?

Gaster took a very long sip, trying to shove all those types of thoughts down.

But he had no dating experience. He had never dated – currently dating – anyone before. Already he felt he was blowing it even if it was with someone he had known for several centuries. He couldn’t even wear the bowtie right, for crying out loud.

As Gaster slowly drowned himself in a self-imposed sea of depression, he barely even heard if Asgore was slicing the bread or not. 

     A warm laugh was all he could offer in response. His throat still felt packed with cotton as he pulled the bread knife from the drawer and rapidly sliced the bread completely into long oval shaped slices with the sharp serrated edge. He tucked the knife away and grabbed the butter dish and laid it out, finally able to take his own seat.

     He couldn’t help but take a glance a his guest, and immediately his heart sank.

     He expected this precise thing. Aloofness. He could read it easily on Gaster just from that thousand mile stare as he sipped his coffee. However, Gaster often acted that way when something was bothering him. Which was arguably all of the time, however his attitude often changed when they spoke to each other. Like he meant something to Gaster when it seemed no one else really did. Though this thought gave birth to a notion that sent a rock sinking in his stomach.

          He was the King so of course everyone had to pretend to like him.

     What if he was pressuring Gaster into this? What if this emotion wasn’t real from him but just a facade because he was in the face of supposed Royalty and he must obey the King. 

     Even though they’d known each other for so long and shared expressions of emotion no one could just act out, his mind was on a narrow-minded pathway.

     He hadn’t realized his expression had fallen and his gaze had moved to the table for a moment as he sunk into thought. A hand reached to brush the golden locks out of his face, his paw dragging through the spot his crown usually sat.

          “Gaster, before we dine. I must inquire something.” He found himself saying, swallowing thickly, “When I am with you, within the confines of my home. I am no longer the King. I am just Asgore Dreemurr. My point to bringing this up is to say, if you wish to leave, you have the freewill to do so. There would not be any punishment of the sorts. Do not be afraid to leave whenever you do so wish. You need not excuse yourself or need an explanation. That being said, I do not doubt our friendship but I must ask you, did you feel pressured at all into dining with me this evening? And please, do be honest.”

[...]

“I hope this was not too much trouble,” he said, standing by the coffee and not exactly touching it. It occurred to Gaster that he had been to the castle many times, even dined in this very room, but never for this occasion. He couldn’t get rid of the anxious feeling within him that told him to bolt immediately.

                “Oh! Thank you very much!”

     Asgore cradled the flower as though it were fragile glass and allowed the door to swing shut. He followed slowly after Gaster, beaming at the little rose, the pink pad of his thumb toying with the silken yellow ribbon as he breezed by the dining area and back into the kitchen. He found a tall glass vase and filled it halfway with water before selecting a spot on the counter where he could easily see it.

          “Oh no no, it was not trouble at all.” He said, flaring up the magic from his fingers under the skillet and pot to simmer the noodles.

          “This was all rather fun to make actually. I have been alone all day, so it occupied my time. Plus, I always like to take up any opportunity to show off my cooking skills to my company. You know ... If I was not King, I think I would like to take up learning how to cook professionally. It is fun ... Oh, please, do help yourself to some coffee, or I could fetch you some tea if you would like.”

     He felt as though he were droning on as he dropped the pieces of steak into the skillet. Really it took only a matter a minutes, as they both preferred their steak cooked rare. 

     So, he piled a smaller portion onto Gaster’s plate than his own and did the same with the noodles in bowls. He pulled a pair of chopsticks from his utensil drawer as he’d seen Gaster eat his noodles with them before and quickly made way with putting in a dash of pre-chopped chives into the broth before carting out all of the dishes in a balancing act.

     He swiftly had Gaster’s plate and bowl on a place mat, chopsticks lying next to his fork before setting up his own meal, finishing his presentation off with pulling Gaster’s seat out for him.

     He stood back to observe the meal when it dawned on him something was missing.

          The bread.

           And he’d forgotten to slice it too.

     He returned to the kitchen wordlessly and stared at it before peeping his head out.

          “Gaster, I am such a Dalcop. I must ask a favor of you. I baked a fresh loaf of bread but forgot to slice it. I must ask you do not enter the kitchen for a moment for your own well being. Ah ... that or we can just tear into it. I am fine with either option.”

     He stuck up a hand, offering a warm smile as he waved each of his fingers.

          “My claws are clean.”

[...]

Tentatively he knocked on the door and waited. He tried to smooth down his shirt, only to realize he probably should have tucked it in. And he should have straightened the bowtie. And buttoned the cuffs.

As the door opened his left eye twitched as he tried to smile.

     Out of the oven and the pan onto a plate went the bread, steam rising from the freshly cooked dough. It was a nice tanned color, crispy and perfectly rounded. The loaf alone brought the entire castle to now smell of freshly baked bread. A success it was, what a relief.

     He quickly scuffled over to the table and set out the silverware, just forks and spoons and very quickly set up the french press on the table with that familiar empty cup beside it, and a small glass of cream for whenever Gaster arrived. He could serve himself while Asgore finished the last prep--

          A knock.

     His heart practically stopped as he glanced at the table, double checking the freshly cut flowers, and the set up to be sure it was more than presentable.

     As his legs carried him to the door, he swallowed thickly. He brushed a few tendrils of fallen hair out of his face as his hand reached the door handle. One deep breath in and--

          “Good evening, Gaster.” He said surprisingly calmly as he opened the door, offering a warm smile as he stepped aside to gesture him in.

          “Might I say, you look rather charming.” He offered, his warm smile ever growing as that fluttering in his chest drew in the Scientist’s appearance. Though the outfit might have been ever so wrinkled, and the bowtie a tad crooked, it was the effort. Not only the effort, he did look rather cute.  

          “Dinner is just about ready, please, make yourself at home. There is coffee and cream on the table.”

A small smile bloomed on Gaster’s face at the contact, at what it meant and what it will now lead to. He took another step closer and put his other hand over Asgore’s larger one.

They seemed to simply soak in this mutual… thing. Were they dating now? Did he call Asgore his boyfriend or his King now? Gaster decided he wasn’t going to get into the linguistics of it.

“Uhm… well, what should we do about – this?” It wasn’t like he ever dated anyone, or was ever romantic before. The only experience he had wasn’t what he could even call a ‘relationship’ so much as a very long, flirty duel to the death with a massive skeletal dragoness… 

Gaster looked up at Asgore, a tad expectantly. Whatever the other wanted would be fine with him, as long as they did it together.

     As he watched Gaster place his other hand on top of his, his smile broadened enough to display his canines. Warmth spread through his chest and that rapid thud-thud-thudding died down to a blissful peace. Relief. Over a century’s worth of emotions now out in the open to be freely undisguised.

     He was simply happy being able to hold his hand. In fact he was observing their hands clasped together closely enough he nearly missed the question.

“Well. How about ... would you like to dine at the castle tomorrow evening? Just the two of us, say around six?”

“How long?” The question escaped Gaster before he even processed what he was asking. He set his cup and the pot on the nearest pile of boxes, his legs seeming to be caught between taking a huge step back and taking an even larger step forward. He remained where he was.

It was obvious he wasn’t the type to express feelings. Most of the time he didn’t even consider he had any, what with his callous disregard to most things, even himself and close friends. Once again he was confused how the other could find any redeemable qualities within one so miserable – but, he had.

And Gaster couldn’t even begin to describe how happy that made him.

So instead he inched forward, even tediously, and outstretched his hand for the other to hold.

     Asgore blinked hard upon hearing the inquiry and cocked his head. How long? Jeeze. It’d been a very long time. He swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling as though cotton was clotting his mouth and throat as he gently clacked his teeth together in thought. 

   It was shortly after he was appointed the title of Royal Scientist.

          So over an entire century.

     Without even realizing it, he’d naturally extended an arm and gently taken Gaster’s hand within his. The warm pink pads of his paws wrapped gingerly around the dwarfed hand of the scientist, bringing a beaming, warm smile to his maw.

          “Oh, it has been a good long while. I could not tell you the precise amount of time it has been that long. But ... a long time, Gaster.”

Gaster furrowed his brow slightly as he took a sip. So the variable had been a thing on Asgore’s part for a while. He factored that in with the other bits of information as he quickly saw how inadequate the cup was, and went back to grab the pot.

“Better suited, hmmm? Do you remember that talk we had? There are very little options, aside from Queen Toriel, Grillby, and maybe– Gerson.” Gaster made a face as he thought of the crusty monster, who, ironically, wasn’t even that old in comparison. He exhaled as he returned, still frowning. “Well, it is not like I made this decision because you are the best available candidate. More of, well, personal reasons.”

It became clear to Gaster that he actually wasn’t sure what his feelings to Asgore were. He stared up at him as if seeing him for the first time, and then looked away, clutching the cup closer to his person. “Just know… it is not platonic.”

     Following Gaster’s words, Asgore couldn’t find his voice so he slugged down the rest of the coffee in the small mug before he decided to speak, and cleared his throat loudly.

          “I do remember the conversation we had earlier. But I must interject that this in...fatuation is not a recent development. At the time this developed for me ... it just seemed unlikely that you would look at me the way I looked at you.” He practically choked the words out for he felt he was having an allergic reaction of some sort. How in the World did anyone accomplish this? This was impossible.

          “So I figured I would never mention it and lo and behold, it comes tumbling out because of a joke I made but I truly can not say I regret it.” 

“Honored?” Did he really say that? Gaster watched as the coffee dripped into the pot, the small chug-chug-chug noise it gave being the only other one besides their two voices. His head tilted to the side.

“You do realize you are the King, yes?” He called out over the boxes, still picking at his scar. He seemed to be unable to keep his body still, and was just a touch from biting his lip again. “What part of this could possibly make you honored? I am… well, I am not exactly boyfriend material.”

The other could take a glance around and would come to the same conclusion.

By sheer luck of the draw Gaster had two washed cups to pour the coffee into, though he considered just giving Asgore the entire pot, and shuffled back over to hand one out. He gave Asgore a withering look. “If anyone should feel honored, it should be me.”

     A hearty laugh bellowed from the King’s chest at that remark. Oh yes, that thought had crossed his mind many times. Yes, he was the King. Big deal. In his eyes it was just a title so the monsters had someone to look to. He was just a war leader. Someone ready to throw his life away if it meant protecting those he loved.

     The deep brassy tone of his laught echoed around the lab as Gaster returned, graciously accepting the small cup. He appreciated the gesture, though he constantly forgot that most dishes were not made to accommodate monsters of his girth.

      He held the cup gently, offering a warm smile as he met that withered look and breathed out a quiet sigh.

          “King is a title that means nothing when we are together, and not working. Let me make that clear. And, well, Gaster if I must admit, I say I feel honored because I did not think I would ever be able to ... reveal that I felt any sort of infatuation to ... you.” He said, taking a sip on the small cup to cover the fact he was not speaking the most intricately. 

          “It has been something I have felt for quite a while, but I have not mentioned such a thing because. Well. I figured there would be someone better suited for you out there.”

When Asgore pointed his staring out Gaster closed them tightly, feeling them sting sharply. He tucked his head into his knees and frowned. As he lifted his gaze he scratched at the lower scar on his face, and said, “I suppose I could, yes. Do you want some coffee?”

Without maintaining too much eye contact Gaster slid off from the chair to go prepare a warm pot. Sliding between the boxes to the other side of the room, where the coffeemaker resided, Gaster spoke louder now that his face was obscured. “What did you wish to talk about?”

Had it been a week before Gaster would not be feeling these odd sensations with the other’s presence. But then again, last week there was not this new variable between them. Unless, it had always existed, and he just never noticed, or Asgore brought it up, or did he always have it? 

Gaster loitered an extra minute setting the pot up.

          “I suppose I could go for some coffee, it has been a while and sleep has not been too easy, thank you.” Asgore replied, his gaze trailing Gaster as he slipped off into the kitchen.

     He didn’t directly follow, just meandered forth to be near the kitchen and within ear shot. 

          “Well, mainly about this letter. It has been a long time since I have read Wing Dings.” He said, offering a light-hearted chuckle, “Nevertheless, I eventually figured it out and really wanted to say ...”

     Shit. What did he want to say? Why hadn’t he thought this out before hand? Rushing in had been a mistake. He was going to make an utter fool of himself and completely wreck this. His head lowered briefly as he faltered, a deep breath hissing between his teeth, his hardened front completely faltering.

          “Tha-that I am delighted ... and truthfully ... honored.”

     Oh dear God did he sound like a shaken mess. His voice still held its natural strength and vibrato, yet there was something to it that indicated his anxiety. Perhaps a minute shake that was hardly detectable, though he was very obviously wringing his hands together.