#Papyrus was never meant to see my writing LOL

[tanglefellau]

Y’know I never got far with this and not sure I ever will. But I like the ideas I had. Maybe I’ll write it in long form sometime, maybe not, but hey, might as well ramble to the internet, right?

The idea of TangleFell was an swapped-fell AU where monster souls could form a soul-bond with another, giving some amount of telepathy between the two monsters. These were not easily severed once made… for better or worse. There was some exception where parents and children would have temporary soul bonds that naturally withered as the children grew, but otherwise required two people to be extremely close, whether romantically or platonically.

Being Undertale, of course I started with Sans and Papyrus lol. At first glance, Chain/Sans was meant to look like he was in charge, dragging his brother Papyrus/Lock(jaw) by a leash and collar with Papyrus physically unable to speak out against it due to his jaw being wired shut… But they had a soul bond and Lock was the one calling the shots, mentally manipulating, abusing, and sometimes outright controlling his brother remotely. Chain is the more physically powerful one and is, in fact, captain of the Royal guard!!! Also they were raised by the Snowdin dogs and sometimes this shows up in them being a bit dog-like hehe.

Then I made the rest and oh boy.

The ruins… actually look pretty nice. Monsters generally don’t want to kill you and it’s full of plants (and artificial lights) thanks to exiled king Asgore. He’d try to be nice to Frisk, try to raise them, but, well…

He had a soul bond with Toriel. And Toriel has lost her damned mind. Much like with the brothers, she haunts him sometimes. Enough that, inevitably, he ends up attacking Frisk and forcing them out.

The “Flowey” of this world is Temmie… who is actually Chara. Specifically, Chara ended up as a ghost Mad-Dummy style, but with determination! Though given that magic attacks can still hit ghosts, it hasn’t helped them much except against Frisk, on occasion.

The Temmie village is replaced with Flowey village! And I think these lil guys are my FAVORITES. So you see…

Undyne, the Royal scientist using the hydroelectric power produced in waterfall, naturally experimented with determination and started using the old flowers from the queen’s gardens. Unlike in Undertale where one came to life, the Flowey came to life en masse and, gradually, started piecing themselves back together into having a sort of hive-mind/soul, each having pieces that grew soul bonds with all the other Flowey. This means the Flowey are actually very nice and childish, but dear god they are scatter brained… usually. They managed to rub enough collective brain cells together to escape en masse as well. Which you’d think would be bad given the setting, but they also know if any other are attacked. Yeah, you attack one and have a whole fucking Flowey swarm pop up around you. Monsters learned fast to leave the harmless little weirdos alone. They really like the soil in “Flowey Village” and also visiting Asgore in the ruins. He also loves them. One likes to stay in his house with him in a pot: Buttercup! He was one of the earliest to awaken. Also, instead of Tem-Speak, well… “We Flowey Can shapeshift and emote really well :D”

Undyne, as stated, is the total scientist. She considers Toriel something of a mom, and Toriel funds the science for her own gain. The fact that Undyne does surveillance only helps in Toriel’s very paranoid eyes~ She’s just as enthusiastic as in canon, though in this AU she’s kinda an electric eel mermaid (but still fishy up top? Bleh) like in that she has an eel tail and if she wants to move about on land, she often uses a robo-Walker that she powers with her own electricity! But typically she instead relies on security systems and her possessed robot propaganda machine, Napster (who is also secretly a rebel but she doesn’t know that). Bread and circuses and all that, right?

Alphys USED to be part of the Royal guard, but she started a rebellion in Hotland and intend to overthrow the queen. Unfortunately for Frisk/you, the easiest way to do that is absorbing a human soul. Tough luck kid. This means she’s at odds with her old best friend: Sans… who also hates Toriel by now, but both he and Chain are deathly terrified of her, so they work under her. Alphys is pretty, uh… well not based on a real raptor, but on the Jurassic park versions, long legs and will chase your ass down.

And… Toriel. Well, long story short, it started somewhat Undertale-like, but Asgore’s rage spilled into her and she was too clever by half in starting war against humans and preparing monsters for it. She got paranoid, got some LOVE, and just went progressively more insane. Give her one soul and she’ll leave, but in this AU, other monsters got the fallen human souls first and got the fuck out of dodge.

Finally… Frisk! They start with a bit of LOVE because they got attacked by a monster on the surface. Yeah, some escaped. Yep, it’s bad. But the sheer power of their DETERMINATION melted it. People saw that Frisk “got control” of one and chucked them down to be eaten and, hopefully, usurp control of a monster and help them with the overpowered Super beings coming from this cave. They wanted no part of this.

So… yeah. Might say stuff about plot later, but there ya go.

#undertale au #TangleFell #characters

[nightmaregirl123]

I was intentionally being super vague when I posted Colormania but I feel like maybe I should just say Colormania was made in pony town a few years back she was just random and inspired by one thing "art" her design was meant to embody and represent art I only made her for that purpose and ditched her a while after designing and abandoned pony town for a few years after her creation never being that big in the MLP scene BUT I started working on a AU for undertale half a year ago called "Surfacetale" it's starts out easy enough to explain but as I've kept writing for it I've created a lot of other things and need a better way to summerize it all properly however that's besides the point

Colormania was eventually recovered from Pony town when I started playing it again for a friend of mine while development for this project was still underway at first I didn't consider using her for this AU but as writing progressed I decided I needed more villians so I created 5 villians

●Chara

●Flowey

●Razor

●Dr Kumo Olvidado

and Colormania even though I think she came before Dr Kumo Olvidado and both of them came way before Razor who I stole from another AU of mine called "Grieftale" which no it's not my first time sourcing characters from Grieftale and moving them over to Surfacetale he's just the 3rd example of me doing that which actually works because Surfacetale and Grieftale are linked together in a odd way

Grieftale happens FIRST and Surfacetale happens AFTER Grieftale I don't wanna dive to much into these projects and the characters yet but I just felt like elaborating because hey why not?

I created a lot of different things for surfacetale and it's a pretty big AU with grieftale ending at around season 5 or 6?been a minute since I've checked but I think it only has 5 seasons before Surfacetale

Grieftale is a genocide run and Surfacetale is a neutral run

All the characters I've created for Surfacetale here

●Wysteria (Species: Earth monster) <originally made for Grieftale (she's the 2nd example lol)

●Grilby (Species: Fire monster)

●Frostflake (Species: Ice monsters)

●Isabella (Species: Human) <the player's REAL identity she was also made for Grieftale (She's the 1st example)

●Dr Kumo Olvidado (Species: Crystal monster) <sorta not though cause the void messed him up a LOT mentally and physically but he USED to be a crystal monster (I'm still being vague)

●Dr W.D Gaster (Species: ????)

●Colormania: (Species: Unicorn) <She is the ONLY one of her species in all the underground she's quite the anomaly (still being vague)

●Brayden (Species: Human)

●Razor (Species: Cat monster)

●Flowey (Species: ????) <doesn't belong to an established species in the underground but when you look a bit deeper and at the ghost possessing the flower I suppose he's just the same species as his parent's

●Chara (Species: Human)

●Sans (Species: Skelton)

●Papyrus (Species: Skelton)

•Snowdazzle (Species: Ice monster)

There are a lot of different species and the underground is a lot larger in this AU I even created some of my own species and new locations a few examples of these are

Melody monsters and Crystal monsters

Harmony hallow and Sunken shores

And so much more it's not done and may not be for a long time but as far as I'm concerned I have a lot of fun working on this and Colormania belongs in this AU I've really utilized her greatly in this AU and gave her a redesign in my drawing of her I hope one day to get these AU's out into the world and see what everybody thinks I tried not divulging much during this Surfacetale is a really big project and I know more then I'm letting on

#undertale au #talkin #what am i supposed to tag this as #my post #my words #my au #i like adding random tags #hi this is another tag #my ocs #Surfacetale #Grieftale

[a-snowpoff]

I saw Papyrusx Reader fic writer!????

Where Can I read your works?

[LINK] HEY DID YOU DROP THIS, SNOW POFF? WHAT IS THIS??? "THE SCARF THAT SMELLED OF SPAGHETTI"? WOWIE, BY THE TITLE ALONE IT IS ALREADY MEETING ALL OF MY STANDARDS! WAIT... IS THIS ABOUT ME? THE GREAT PAPYRUS!?!?! NYEH HEH HEH, I BET THIS IS AN ACCOUNT OF ALL MY GREAT ACCOMPLISHMENTS! RIGHT, SNOW POFF?

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RIGHT????????

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Thank you so much for asking about my fanfiction! I'm not saying the quotes above are my favorite parts, only that they are out of context and that's how I like it, lol. But yeah, check me out on Ao3, and feed me comments because I eat them up ravenously like cookies, hahaha!

In case the link above doesn't work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5399624/chapters/12473609

#I started writing The Scarf That Smelled of Spaghetti like 6 years ago.... #Gosh I get so flustered reading what past me wrote ahahaha... but also like... I wanted to know how the story continued after Chapter 9.... #SO! I guess I'm writing again and look at that I've already doubled the number of chapters #undertale #papyrus #my art #a-snowpoff #spaghetti #fanfic #ask snowpoff #ask papyrus #papyrus with fangs #ao3 #ao3fic #my writing #Papyrus was never meant to see my writing LOL

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

This is a slight TW question, so feel no obligation to answer:

How would horrortale Sans react to an S/O with an eating disorder?

TW for eating disorder(s) (nearly only ARFID is spoken about, anorexia is mentioned)

If I missed any tags you think I should've included, please tell me.

This may sound a bit strange, but I’ve actually been wanting to write something for this, specifically because I suffer from an eating disorder. I’m not comfortable writing anything with an eating disorder (or any disorder in general) I personally don’t have, mostly because I don’t have the time to give it the proper research it deserves, so I’ll be writing about a lesser known eating disorder, that being ARFID. Let me explain it so people who don’t know what it is will, uh, know what it is lol

ARFID - also commonly called “Selective Eating Disorder” - stands for Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder. A lot of people with it are characterised as being “picky eaters”, but it goes to a point where it’s seriously unhealthy and crosses a line that makes it into something more serious. It has to do with sensory processing issues, rather than self-image issues (though self-image issues could also play a part in it I'm pretty sure, but it’s not the main “motivation”). Most people with ARFID actually wish they could go up in weight, but can’t because they can’t make themselves eat. I, for one, desperately wish I could just eat like a normal person, both because it’s very… not convenient to only have around 20 or less meals I can eat (and that list is slimming down as I grow tired of my safe foods*) and also I’m skinny enough to match Papyrus in looks, which isn’t very confidence-inspiring when you’re supposed to be a human and not a sentient magical skeleton, believe it or not. Whereas a person without ARFID could eat most things, including things they don’t really enjoy eating, somebody with ARFID might not be physically able to. For example, I literally throw up food that I don’t like (and I’ve gagged while eating food I do like due to seeing somebody eat something I don’t like and/or just smelling other food nearby). When I'm to try a new food, I have on more than one occasion gotten anxiety attacks. That’s how bad it can be.

*a "safe food" is food you know you can eat without panicking/throwing up/getting triggered in one way or another

I’ll be basing these HCs off of myself, so keep that in mind. You’re free to point out misinformation (and I, in fact, encourage you to point it out if I somehow got something wrong) but I ask that you stay respectful and don’t make fun of this. I doubt it would happen, but this topic means a lot to me and is really serious. So yeah please don’t be rude or invalidate people. Anyways onto the headcanons (which aren’t in the usual format, sorry if that bothers you)

Dusk (HT Sans) wouldn’t really understand. He’s able to eat pretty much anything (not like he had much of a choice for a while) and food is important… But he’ll try to understand. Especially because he can accommodate you. He’ll be fine eating the same meals, however “boring” they are, over and over because like I said: not a picky eater. Any food is good in his book. So long as you’re not restricting him and his food intake and so long as you aren’t dying from starvation and/or malnutrition, you’re free to do whatever.

It does annoy him when you go to social gatherings and you can’t eat the food because it’s not one of your safe foods. He’s not going to let you just starve yourself when there’s perfectly fine food just waiting for you. Not gonna lie, he’s pretty insensitive the first time this happens. Basically, he’ll pull you over when he notices you’re not eating anything and try to convince you to eat. Starts out really gentle and encouraging, but when you don’t budge he becomes increasingly agitated and insistent until he hisses that you’re making a fuss over nothing. Needless to say, you aren’t thrilled and it starts a pretty serious argument that probably ends with you either leaving, starting to cry or blowing up at him. He feels bad when it’s all said and done and apologises, because he realises after some thought that he wasn’t being helpful and he decided to do more research again. Even if he forgot it all like he did the first time he tried researching ARFID, it would have been worth a shot. After that, he’ll instead pack food with him for you whenever you go somewhere. It doesn’t matter if it’s “socially acceptable”, because like I said, you’re not starving if he’s got something to do with it.

He’ll also, after coming around to realise the best he can do to help you isn’t trying to push you out of your comfort zone forcefully, try to make sure there’s always at least one of your safe foods available. Don’t get me wrong though, he’ll still encourage you to expand on your list of safe foods. He’s got memory issues so he sometimes forgets, which he feels really bad about, but he has multiple alarms set to make sure you eat properly for the most part. (He’s got an alarm for nearly every minute of the day and he has his calendar full of things as mundane as “make sure s/o eats” and “do laundry”, by the way.) I have a tendency to skip lunch because I simply don’t like food, but he’d put a stop to that lol

To summarize, the whole thing with you having an ED starts off with the two of you having a rocky start before Dusk comes around to be really good at handling it.

Anyways sorry if you meant an ED like anorexia. I know most people write about things like that, but like I said: I’m not really up for writing things that I have to pour hours of research into to make sure I portray it respectfully and accurately because I don’t have that time or patience. (Or attention span, tbh.) Also, I literally hadn’t heard of ARFID for like… the majority of my life, I’ve only known it’s a “thing” for like. A few months. I really thought I was the only one who was so picky with my food and it made me feel alone and isolated (ESPECIALLY after I went to a "specialist" (not sure if she was actually a specialist anymore because her technique to get me to eat was to give my a small glass that I'd pour sauce into to try it every time it was served which obviously didn't work lmao) to help me when I was like six and she said she’d “never seen somebody this bad” before not giving me a diagnosis (as far as I know)), so if anybody with undiagnosed ARFID is reading this:

you're not alone. I know it’s difficult to deal with this - it can be humiliating and embarrassing and horrible and terrible in so many ways - but you can do it. It’s so hard, so fucking hard to step out of your comfort zone and try to expand on your list of safe foods, but you can do it. I believe in you. You aren’t alone and you can learn to have a healthier diet, please just try. I’ll be honest in that you’re probably never going to completely overcome this, ARFID is something that likely stays with you forever, but you can make it into a smaller problem. You can turn it into something so much smaller and inconsequential that you won't encounter any more embarrassing situations where you can't eat what you're given. To a point where you won't have to use the excuses "I already ate", "I'm not hungry", etc anymore. It’ll take time and patience, but you can do it. Don’t give up, okay? <3

#imagines tag #undertale headcanons #undertale imagines #undertale #undertale au #horrortale #horrortale sans #sans #y/n x sans #reader x sans #sans x y/n #sans x reader #selective eating disorder #disordered eating tw #eating disorder #eating disorder tw #eating disorder cw #arfid #avoidant restrictive food intake disorder #// eating disorder #// ed #disordered eating

[zirkkun]

I have a question that you might be able to answer. How would I write a trans sans AU? Like male to female without making it offense. They're skeletons so I'm not sure how make it work out.

I mean I'm notoriously bad at explaining gender to people, but I can do my best! It's one of those concepts that I understand but don't quite understand how others can't since it just works in my brain, ahah 💦💦

I do know that there is a short AU comic that I read a while back that had a trans Sans. I can't remember the name... "Spring Before Another Winter" maybe? Something like that. That might help you, too!

But the thing with gender is that it's not biological. It's just... a way of expressing yourself, I guess? Being trans is just going from one side of the spectrum to the other (or transitioning from whatever your assigned gender may have been. In the case of Mettaton and Mew Mew notably, they were both non-binary originally before transitioning.)

Besides, monsters aren't exactly depicted canonically to have any reproductive biological differences, and monsters are pretty open when it comes to gender (calling Frisk "they" rather than "he" or "she" as a default; ghosts all being essentially agender until they decide otherwise such as with Mettaton and Mew Mew; Papyrus's door saying "No boys, no girls, only Papyrus allowed;" probably many other examples). It's to be inferred that they probably don't really have the same binary system that humans have. Which, actually, this may seem like useless information for writing a trans character -- but considering this is a pre-established work, taking into account the culture and society of monsters is actually pretty important! It would be strange for monsters to suddenly have human customs or suddenly go against what they usually believe.

There's a few different ways I often see writing characters as different genders goes, too, but they all are pretty different, despite on the surface being the same.

1) Writing a character just in general as a different gender from the start. For example, Aqua (ULR!Muffet) is like that for me, being that they are genderfluid. Or people tend to have different interations of Frisk or Chara, such as XTale. Or, another example is nekojaf's Idoltale, where all of her Sanses are girls. If you were to write Sans as trans from the start, it's probably best if you establish them as a woman and have the topic be brought up naturally. A very cliché way of revealing a trans character tends to be a "Oh no, I walked in on you dressing" scene or something, which I would highly advise not doing, because this has a lot of implications that go against the gender spectrum itself by enforcing "biology defines who you are" and creates and uncomfortable scenario for the viewer and characters too. (Obviously, the characters are characters and not people, but I mean this as... it's not a good way of establishing relationships between characters.) That and it's just very overdone. Unless this Sans you're writing is younger -- Sans by default is an adult, and is definitely (despite their jokester attitude) mature enough to bring it up if necessary. But you also don't have to bring it up at all! It could just be something in your notes and you go through the whole series writing Sans as a woman. Mettaton, for example, is a character that is wholly written as a man despite being trans. It's only clarified in his diaries that he used to be a ghost.

2) Writing a genderbend, which is... often frowned upon. I separate this from the first one, because genderbending is typically done in a manner that is more focused on the idea of "biological gender," and often it's done to either be a gag or sexualized. Some people just do it for designs, but even still it often makes people uncomfortable. (Frankly, changing anything from canon will always make people uncomfortable, but genderbending has always been a touchy subject.) I'd try to avoid this, ESPECIALLY if you're trying to write a trans character.

3) And, of course, writing a character who is still discovering more about themselves! This can be a bit more difficult to write, especially if you've never experienced this yourself. If you're uncomfortable or unconfident in this, you don't have to write it -- but either way, I WILL advise reading or studying how trans folk think and feel when discovering more about themselves (if you don't have any personal experiences with it yourself.) I feel as though the experience is pretty similar for a lot of people, just based on the ones I know and have talked to. I know for me I actually figured out I didn't fit my assigned gender at a really young age, like before middle school (though I didn't know what it meant) just because of my surroundings being harassed for wearing the "wrong" clothes and following around my very gender-ambiguous sister. However, it took me until I was 18 to really feel remotely confident in who I was -- and honestly, I still question it. It's a learning process, and people tend to be really flexible in going between a few different things before they settle on something that really clicks.

I... think that's about all I can think of. Anyone else can feel free to add on to this!! Or.. remind me of the title I forgot earlier lol. But I hope this helps!!! Like I said this is kinda hard for me to explain sometimes so 😅

#zircon answers #anonymous #genderbend tw// #just for it being mentioned #long post

[hahanoiwont]

@bluerose2017 replied to this post: Omg thank you so much for responding to my thoughts. I have three questions for you. 1. How many universes are you thinking of writing in And Whither than? 2. Once all the sanses and Papyruses come together, are they gonna argue with each other on who gets Frisk? 3. Do the sanses and Papyruses ever get jealous of Frisk’s brotherly relationship with each other?

!! hi! I am so glad to hear all thoughts about my writing, thank you for dropping by to talk to me! And these are excellent questions :D

So, in order (and under a cut because I have a tendency to ramble):

1. How many universes are you thinking of writing in And Whither than?

Initially, WT was meant to skim over hundreds, possibly thousands of universes. Frisk gives up entirely on the concept of staying in one universe, and clings to their drive to free their friends and family in each universe--there's one more world where everyone is happy, and that has to be enough. But then I remembered some writing advice I got a while back about how you almost never need a hundred of something if you show a few of it really well. And I realized that Frisk can reach the same mentality I was going for while being a lot easier to understand if we only went through a few universes, zooming in on the initial adjustment to being misplaced in the multiverse. It's more fun if they're not an expert! It's a lot easier to like someone who we've seen adjusting and learning than someone who skims into old hat really quickly, narratively speaking. So, I did some massive readjustments.

Now, Frisk is going to go to a total of (spoilers!!!) seven universes, including Underfell. So far we've seen Underfell, Underswap, Dancetale, Frisktale, and Swapfell; that leaves two unexplored. (/end spoilers). I decided which universes to put in basically through requests early on (Dancetale wasn't requested but I missed dancing lol); now that the arc of the story is decided, I can only explore other potential AUs through spinoffs like Fall Into Grace. So: finite number of universes. We've stopped in Swapfell for a while, but we're making good progress.

2. Once all the sanses and Papyruses come together, are they gonna argue with each other on who gets Frisk?

This one's a bit more complicated--yes and no! On their own, they'll each come to a conclusion--Cozy/Stretch has decided it would be best if Frisk came to Underswap first and negotiations can start from there, while Blue is under the impression that they'll all be talking it out once Frisk is found, and Red has his own plans, etc. No one is arguing, but no one quite agrees, either. But at the end of the arc that brings everyone together, there will be some other complicating details--not to mention that Frisk has already been traveling for a long time for a preteen with no consistent home, and they have their own opinions about being kept. After all, it's people arguing about whether and where to keep them that started this disaster, and historically people wanting to keep them has not always been a good thing (see: every Toriel and swap!Asgore). Swapfell is actually the only universe that's gotten them to stay in the skelebros' home again, and that will have its own complications. Frisk is already a difficult person to contain, "keeping" may not be as easy as some would hope.

3. Do the sanses and Papyruses ever get jealous of Frisk’s brotherly relationship with each other?

:D I can tell you Red's not exactly pleased. One can argue that he signed himself up for heartbreak by kicking them out of his universe, though. You know who didn't give them up? Fell. Prepare for some spoilers ahead (nothing concrete, but a lot of the fuzzy "someday" stuff)

I have a scene very vividly in my mind for when they meet up again--we'll see how it actually works out in context, but it's been part of the plan almost from the start. Fell tragically lost his younger sibling when they were 12 years and 6 weeks old, having met them when they were 11. Already in WT canon, quite a bit of time has passed; even more for Frisk than for anyone else. They're getting older, learning, changing, growing. They're making new friends he's never met and having new experiences he can't imagine.

By the time he catches up to them, part of their life has passed without him, and he can't get it back. He risked everything to take them in and raise them, and that chance was stolen from him by the person he loves most in the world. Fell's very first thought after meeting them again is: You've grown up. You don't need me anymore. Because that's the tragedy of his part of the story: he went above and beyond in every situation, he improved himself beyond his wildest imaginings to live up to their faith in him, and he still loved and lost a sibling. So one day he'll have to face this fear--they've met other, braver, gentler, kinder, better versions of him. Now that they have a family that spans the multiverse, now that he isn't the best choice in a bad situation, what could they possibly need him for? What use is there in keeping him around if they don't need him anymore?

And Frisk's thought in return is, But I still want you. Wanting is just as good as needing, but I do it by choice. They never loved him because he was better than nothing; they loved him because they knew he was worth loving. He loved them and protected them when they were too young to look after themself. He was the Papyrus by which all others were measured. Of course they love their other siblings very deeply and very much, but that doesn't mean they would ever leave him for a version of him with a less explosive temper, or who's better at feelings. They love each of their brothers as their own people, who they got to know because of their similarities but came to love for their differences, too.

That's how a lot of the interpersonal conflict is going to be resolved eventually. A lot of patience, a lot of compromise, a lot of understanding. And, hey, it turns out it's a lot harder to resent someone for stealing your sibling once you crash on their couch a few times--there are going to be sleepovers all over the multiverse, and the various skeletons will get to know each other, too. After a while, each of these previously lonely people will turn around and realize that it's not just a shared custody situation, it's that their family has gotten a lot bigger. It starts with Frisk, but it ends with everyone knowing Slim is a great listener and Shy is actually terrible at DDR and Blue is the kinda guy who'll pick you up at 3am from the wrong universe, no questions asked. So while things will get pretty tense in the meantime, eventually, I hope we'll get to a point where it feels right for everyone to get along with each other. Sometimes it really is one big, happy family.

Anyway, that's what I think at chapter 21 (22?) out of a gazillion. It may be that a new plot comes out of nowhere, and I have to follow it down the rabbithole Right Now Immediately, derailing everything along the way. But I'm always happy to talk about what's going on behind the scenes! Please do come by and chat whenever--anything from "hey why is frisk so fixated on the stick" to "so actually though what if we stayed in frisktale forever"! I'm really pleased with this fic, so I have many, many thoughts about it :D

#whither then fic #writing tag #thank u for coming by!! #i'm v excited about these questions #i hope i answered everything :) i get distracted talking abt fic so let me know if i left something out #anyway i love behind the scenes talk thank u for indulging me

[ebottcatacombs]

I seen the event and couldn’t contain myself so, a matchup request! 

Pronouns: She/her

Appearance: Short, brown hair/eyes, pasty

I’m fairly quiet unless I know people well, I struggle to articulate genuine emotion (but can/will chat about everything else under the sun). Love the outdoors, and adventuring to new places but not fond of exercise. A fairly quick temper but I tend to get over it fast. Love to craft but I’m not always good at it (sewing is the worst but crochet is the best), read and write a ton. I tend to lean towards food/acts of service when showing affection, sometimes physical but I do have a bit of touch aversion (and also PTSD and anxiety but I manage those well enough on my own, usually). Awful at flirting and apparently dense when being flirted with. I get embarrassed easily but am never ashamed of it, which comes in handy because I can’t walk more than ten steps without eating floor. A bit of a mess in terms of style, I can’t match to save my life so I don’t bother. I forget and lose things easily and I tend to a bit of a motherhen with anyone who is not me. And I’m a sag…I think that’s it lol

Places I like to go: I prefer quiet/open places (less crowds), museums, libraries, outdoor exhibits, etc

Thanks for hosting this, you’re a peach <3 

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I match you with Hound (Paranormal Swapfell Papyrus)

Hound is pretty flexible when it comes to dates, so whether you want a night in to cook and craft together or a day out, he’s game. He’ll take you to his favorite hidden places and let you ride on his back if you get tired while exploring. On craft dates he’ll ask you to teach him how to do what you’re doing so he can make you something. If you give him any of your crafts he’ll treasure them forever. Soft things like scarves and plushies will be added to his nest. 

Hound is good at reading others’ emotions and is understanding. He empathizes with your struggle to articulate genuine emotion; he has a habit of handing over most of the conversation to his peers and is more concerned with others’ feelings that expressing his own. That’s something you can work through together, though. Chatting is a good start. He always loves to listen to you talk, and if you make it known you’ll listen to him as well he’ll open up more. 

Because he’s so attentive to your needs and emotions, he’s great with things like comforting you and knowing when you need to leave a situation. He’s patient and understanding, but also intimidating enough that nobody is going to mess with you if you’re upset and need to be alone. 

While Hound loves to cuddle he’s not pushy about physical affection. He’s sharp and will quickly find out what love language you respond to best and adapt to that. He ADORES it when you cook for him and shows oodles of appreciation when you do things for him. Sometimes it makes him flustered because he feels he’s not worth your hard work, but if you’re happy to do it for him he’ll accept it graciously. 

If you have a habit of losing things, no worries. Hound has a habit of collecting. If you can’t find something check his nest; chances are he picked it up and meant to return it to you but forgot. 

Like to be cozy and don’t care about fashion? Perfect! You can borrow his clothes. Wait until you see his favorite sweater. It looks like the 70′s threw up on it. 

Sorry for the long wait. I’ll be starting on oneshots as soon as I can. Thanks for your patience <3

#howwhenwhatwherewho #paranormaltale #paranormalswapfell #hound #match up #submission

[sansy-fresh]

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It’s time for the Semi-Annual “Fresh is Never Leaving This Fandom!” fic idea tour! In which under the cut I’m going to talk about fics I’m currently working on and how much longer I expect them to be, as well as long fics I have ideas for and how lengthy I expect them to be in the long run. There’s gonna be probably spoilers so look away if you don’t wanna see them! Also this is really long so be prepared for that.

I’m also going to be discussing some of the mini series that people have funded recently, so there’s that lol

Anyways, ranting and rambling under the cut!! This is more or less a way to keep excited about some of my ideas and get some of you hyped as well ^^ (And also a way to assure anyone wondering “hey, fresh has been here for a while, are they ever leaving?” that the answer is no, apparently not)

Current Fics

Okay so I have around 5 long fics, 1 series, and 1 mini series I’m currently working on. They are as follows:

A Silver Chain: A fic about vampire Honey and polyruses with the other Paps being hunters. Is well on its way but needs re-done in a few places so its currently on hiatus.

Little Fangs: A fic about Dadby and older bro Papyrus with babybones and Badster. Is not even close to halfway done, depending on how far I end up going with the narrative. Might end up being one of the longest fics I write.

Moral Compass: A fic about assumed bad brothers and possible Blackcherry goodness. Is basically 3/4ths done at this point, isn’t meant to be a super long one. Was pretty much completely funded by @1readervb so shout out to them for being a super cool peep.

Hold Myself Together: A fic about Bad Bro Red and how Fell gets a better life. Just started, but based on how long the first iteration of this story was, I’d say this one will be a little longer than C&S ended up being. 

Garish: A fic about a Reader who ends up with the Swell bros as roommates. Might end up being both Reader/Swell bros and Reader/Fell bros, but I haven’t decided. Just started, might be a long one.

Bitter White Memory: A series about how Fell and Stretch get together based on an attempt to keep the Edgelord feeling safe. Only has two parts so far so nowhere near done. I’ve just been too busy to write the next part lol whoopsies

Cherries in Snow: A funded mini series about abused Red falling into Undertale, with Kustard and a little tiny helping of Cherryblossom. One chapter so far, but there should only be about five so it won’t take super long.

There’s also two more mini series that have been funded, but one I only have part of the info on and the other I have no info on, so they haven’t been started yet. (One of them is about Omega Paps in a A/B/O world so that’ll be fun ;;;))

Fics I want to Continue/Rewrite

This is a list I didn’t know I was adding until I was in the middle of making this post. There are a few fics I’ve started and then pretty much abandoned, or that I left behind because I no longer wanted to write them. They are:

The Reset Conundrum: A fic that I wrote a long time ago and never finished about Papyrus and Sans going through the Resets and various endings together, with a happy ending of course. It was a popular one, but I never finished it because I got bored with the idea. I was thinking about it recently and kind of wanted to revisit the idea. Its on this list because I might just do it.

The Ole Razzle Dazzle: A fic I started and then revamped as a fic about Razz and Slim and how they react to a pacifist Chara moving through the Underground. Kinda looking forward to this one, not going to lie.

Sparks and Wires: A fic that I started because of my love for the game D:BH and its androids. About Android Honey and his owner Fell, and how they fall in love. Basically self indulgent Spicyhoney lol

Long Fic Ideas

So just about once every other week I get a new fic idea, and if I like them enough (and can actually imagine myself writing them) I write them down in a doc. Now I’m going to talk about them all in as much detail as I have so ya’ll get comfy this is gonna be a long’n. (These are not up for adoption they are things I plan to write myself.)

The Great: A fic idea @badgertablet came up with and I helped round out. Ambassador Paps with a side of Polyruses and lots of angsty pining and hurt/comfort. Is going to be a longer fic, since there’s a lot of background stuff and quite a bit to set up. I’m really really looking forward to this one though, is going to be a gift for Badg (but shoosh no one tell them).

Family Portrait: A fic idea for Middle Bro Gaster with Paps and Sans. Basically going from Sans’ birth to Gaster falling into the Core to the kid saving everyone and Sans pulling Gaster back out of the Void. Is going to be super long, so probably won’t get to this one for a while lol

Scattered Pieces: A fic idea for a character getting bitties that helps their life out. Lots of angst and hurt/comfort, as each bitty has its own backstory of woe. One I’ve had planned for a while but haven’t been able to sit down a write.

A Concerted Effort: A fic idea where Fell and Stretch have a one night stand and Fell ends up pregnant. The two of them don’t get along super well most of the time so its not like he can tell him, right?? Another old idea I just haven’t started yet lol.

Itty Bitty Teenie Weenie: A fic idea where a different character gets some specialty bitties, ones that need a bit more help than others. In the same universe as Scattered Pieces, probably going to be written after that one.

Segregation: A fic idea that @nurse-gaster came up with that I adopted. Bledgeup in a world where Fell monsters and Tale monsters live on different sides of the fence, a literal fence in this case. Going to be a gift for Nurse when I start writing it lol.

Recovery: A fic idea where a personal character of mine fosters special needs bitties and ends up with one for himself. Is part of a two fic series. 

Caramelized Apples: A fic idea where my Caramel version of Slim ends up pregnant. I haven’t decided how yet, but its hurt/comfort and fluff, so no hard angst here!

Edgy but Smiling: A fic idea where an anxious Reader ends up with a Sansy and an Edgy who just want a good home. 

You Got Me All Fired Up: A fic idea with Sans/Dante (my UF Grillby). I don’t know I just really like Sans and Fellby together and I want to write a slowburn.

Harried and Torn: A fic idea about Spicykustardpuff with lots of angst and hurt/comfort and maybe some fluff along the way. A slowburn because I’m a masochist.

Nice To Eat’cha: A fic idea based on the Asian side of the fandom’s art of Farmer Sans/HT Sans. Won’t be farmer Sans, but it will be a slowburn of Sans and Butch learning how to not judge each other for their own sins.

Seen in Glorious Splendor: A fic idea I had earlier today actually. King Fell, with possible Edgepuff or Polyruses, I haven’t decided yet. My own take on how Fell takes over as King of the Underground from Asgore.

There are a lot of iterations of Skelebros/Reader I want to write, so I’m just throwing a blanket over them called “Eventually”. Them being namely Swap Bros/Reader, Tale Bros/Reader, a reverse harem in my style, HT Bros/Reader, and something just Papyrus/Reader (which Papyrus you ask? all.)

And my Magnum Opus, Safe House, will be the last fic I write for this fandom. So when I start posting that, you’ll know we’re nearing the end.

#fresh babbles #fic plans #long fic ideas #oneshot ideas #series ideas #fresh rants #spoilers #idk a lot of rambling #if i forgot a fic idea then ill just die i guess

[auntie-diluvian]

What would have happened in chapter 2 if you decided to write it?

Eek I’m so sorry I took so long to answer this!

The longer I think about it, the more I think a second part would have really jumped the shark any way I’d have written it, but I did have some thoughts*, which got… uh, kinda long (hence me taking forever to answer your ask), so I’m gonna put them beneath a cut if I can figure out how.

Some of this was sort of charted out in a long chat between me and Py (specifically I think the bit with Papyrus showing up, which I think was her idea?), but that conversation was so long ago it’s been lost to the sands of time (and tumblr chat having no search function), so most of this is new and specific to the version I posted.

I had a couple of scenes in my head that were a little more defined, the rest was just kind of vague, and it never came to a conclusion, really. So I guess, in theory, all of those “Reader goes to Italy and carboloads themself into personal fulfillment, Sans dies of skelesyphilis, and his gf fucks off somewhere” fantasies can still happen. If, you know, by the end of me rambling about this, any of that still sounds, oh god, you know, fuck, appealing, or whatever. If not, then uhhh whoops sorry I don’t have any ending for you at all, my dude.**

Also this hasn’t been beta’d or anything, I didn’t want to give it the same status as the stuff I actually publish, just like, on principle? so like. keep your expectations in check maybe? especially re: some of the most cliche and melodramatic dialogue I’ve written to date lol

The first scene was to take place on Jan 2nd:

Your friend, the one you’re now glad isn’t speaking to you, is standing at your door, anxiously clutching a small, rectangular cardboard box bearing a sticker you recognize as the logo of your favorite bakery. She speaks to you, and you feel your stomach flip.

“Um, so, these are for you. Uh, happy new year, by the way, and um, the frosting probably got a little smushed- you know how high they like to pile it on. But, you know, they’re fresh, so- should be good. Got your favorites.”

She hands you the box and you peek inside. Cupcakes, of course. Half the frosting’s on the lid, like she said, and you stare at them, dumbfounded. Can’t look at her.

She clears her throat.

“I know what I’m like, sometimes. I can be melodramatic and petty and- and self-destructive. I do dumb shit like drive away my closest friend with the silent treatment because I didn’t get the answer I wanted. I’m so sorry. You were right, and, god, furthermore? The entire thing was just… stupid, you know? Can you forgive me?”

You sway on your feet, dizzy.

“Of course.”

She steps forward and hugs you, and as her arms wrap around you, so does an awful panic.

Your cell phone is burning a hole in the pocket of your bathrobe, from the text you had received ten minutes prior, alerting you to your friend’s impending arrival:

Sans: she’s coming over to your place. please don’t tell her anything. i’ll figure something out. sorry to ask you to do this. i’ll make it up to you

Sans: ok that sounded wrong. not what i meant. everything sounds wrong though

Sans: i’m sorry

“Oh, thank you,” she says, sounding more grateful than she should, her scarf tickling your cheek. “That’s such a relief. Thank you.”

Really just laying that guilt on thick. Uhhh let’s see, after that:

You tell her you’re sick just to get her to go away and she believes you because you look horrible and are wearing a bathrobe in the middle of the afternoon

Cue angst about furthering the extent of your dishonesty

The next day she texts you just to “catch up” but in the middle of it, drops that Sans has been more than usually distant. They talked about so much and she knows it’s going to take time for things to get better, but since that first conversation on New Year’s Day, he’s kind of shut down-

But enough about her problems, what’s been going on with you? Oh, Not Much, you tell her. You’re still getting over your cold but you’ve gone back to work. It’s the truth, more or less. You have the sniffles, at any rate, though that’s more due to your daily extended heartbreak/guilt crying alone sessions than any physical malady.

A week later, your friend is back to sending you memes and talking about her job, your favorite shows you watch. Sans is living with her. Everything is normal, on the surface. Sans chimes in on the group chat every now and again, but that’s it. Not another word from him. The awful feeling in the pit of your stomach has faded to a dull ache that only bothers you at night.

Which is why it’s a total surprise when Papyrus shows up on your doorstep one evening and lets himself in. You didn’t even know he was in town. You’ve met him a few times, loved the guy, but he’s not here for a social call.

Well, okay, he is, but it’s not a pleasant one. He is. So. Disappointed. In you. He’s prepared a speech! To express the enormity of your fuckup.

About the 45-second mark of which, you break down sobbing. He stops immediately and grabs you a glass of water and a cool washcloth for your neck.

He apologizes as you calm down, and you have a long talk with him about the hows and the whys. It’s incredibly cathartic, you’ve never told anyone about any of this situation, and you’re drained by the time you’re done. But as he leaves, he has this look on his face and you hate it- pity tinged with trace amounts of leftover dismay, so it’s a relief to lock yourself in for the evening, even if the alternative (i.e. being alone with your thoughts and your guilt and everything else) isn’t much better.

An hour or two later, you get another text from Sans: “i’m sorry again, i didn’t know he was gonna do that.”

Interrupting myself here to say as an aside, so much for a synopsis of my vague concept; this is now going on 800 words. Look at all this work you definitely made me do that I didn’t put on myself at all. Anyway.

Sans text, continued: “he’s in town cuz of me, though, so i think i gotta listen to him. he’s uh saying we should get together and talk about how i”

“hang on”

Five minutes later: “scratch that i’m not listening to him.”

Ten full minutes later: “we can have lunch tomorrow. to talk. if you want. you don’t have to agree to it. i’ll understand.”

It’s about two in the morning when you finally respond: “Where and when?”

He replies immediately.

It’s a good sandwich. A shame you can’t do much more than just poke at it and nibble at the toppings that have fallen out of it onto the wax paper basket liner. And the bag of chips is completely out of the question. You’ve already put them away for later, for when you might eventually start regretting skipping lunch because of the awful somersaults your innards keep doing. Sans’s sandwich isn’t faring much better- he’s twirling his frilly-ended toothpick between his fingers, occasionally poking it into his dill pickle wedge.

Neither of you has said a word past your perfunctory greeting and the order you’d both placed at the counter eight minutes ago. The rest of the sandwich shop doesn’t seem to care, though. Most of its other patrons are absorbed in getting their order and getting out, or making the most of their too-brief lunch hour. It’s noisy, and it would be the perfect setting for the conversation you’re supposed to be having, you credit Sans with that much. If you could just speak.

You’re staring off over his shoulder, at the display rack of different brands of hot sauce, when he startles you by biting off over half of his pickle, chewing, and swallowing with his eyes closed and a sigh.

“thanks for… you know, not telling her yet.”

“I didn’t do it for you,” you say with enough sourness to give that pickle a run for its money.

“no, yeah, i know- i just. yeah. i’ll tell her, though. soon. uh, -ish.”

“Will you tell me when you do it? I don’t think I can take another unexpected visitor, and  I-” you laugh, ”-I’m going nuts checking my phone, panicking at every single notification.”

“‘course. yeah.”

“Okay. Thanks. For that.”

“sure.”

You tear off a piece of sliced turkey that’s hanging out the edge of your sandwich.

“…can i say somethin’?”

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

“i didn’t- uh, know you had- i just thought you were riding the same wave of… whatever that was, as me.”

He clears his throat.

“i didn’t know you felt that w- i mean, that you had actual feelings for- at least, not until you started sayin’ all those things–”

“–I changed my mind, I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

He ducks his head.

“yeah, okay.”

You take another bite of your sandwich, chewing as you scramble for something, anything, else to say.

“So. Uh, how’s, um, y'know, everything else?”

He blinks, shakes his head, and laughs.

“what, you really wanna know? or are you askin’ just to ask?”

Shit. No, you don’t really want to know.

“Yeah. I wanna know.”

He leans back, the plastic of the chair back creaking, and looks out the window behind you.

“shit… it’s all… it’s all fallin’ apart on me.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, already a well-honed reflex.

“not your fault, really. in the end. i’m just already tired. a week ago, this’s all i wanted, for everything to go back to normal. but it turns out normal was just a lot of her pretending she could stand me. and we’re not pretending, anymore. so… but that’s supposed to help us sort everything out, right?”

Goddamn your bleeding heart that got you into this in the first place.

“feels capricious of me, right? but if it’s gonna end, why can’t it just end already? but i’m not allowed to give up yet, because that’s not what we’re doing, we’re working through our issues.”

He pushes his basket over to the seat next to him, and folds his arms on the table, head nestled into them.

“even though giving up is all i wanna do anymore,” he says, voice muffled by his sleeves.

“Every relationship requires work, Sans,” you say. Platitudinal, but true, if not particularly helpful.

“but at what point do you cut your losses? is it before or after the seventieth thing this week she tells you you’ve been doing wrong all along that she never bothered to mention to you before? you know she prefers the loose end of the tp to come out underhanded? i didn’t. she’s wrong, but hey, fuck- anything for my baby. i’m tired. i didn’t know it was gonna be like this.”

Underhanded toilet paper rolls? Do you even know who she is?

“i should just go ahead and tell her about this whole thing, already, see if that- i dunno, breaks us beyond repair. but if i do that now when all our wounds are still fresh, i don’t get to say i tried to fix things, and i guess on some level, i need that.”

He rubs his face.

“fuck, listen to me whine. i’m making it sound worse than it is. ”

“Dude, I don’t know. I’m still horrified by the toilet paper thing.”

He snorts.

“i don’t even use the stuff much, so it wasn’t worth makin’ a whole thing out of it.”

“Okay, but I’m fixated on it. It’s like, all I can think about. What the fuck?”

You’re overcome with the strangest feeling- it shouldn’t be so odd to you now, three weeks into your guilt spiraling, but you want to text her about this so badly, to give her grief about it. And if this were a normal situation, if you hadn’t made everything awful, you wouldn’t hesitate. But you’re having a clandestine lunch with her boyfriend to discuss the awful thing you did, and therefore you can’t give her shit about her weird habit you now know about thanks to him, which is what friends do. Friends don’t let friends put the roll on the wrong way without at least dragging them for it for the rest of their natural lives, so can you still even call yourself her friend?

Probably not, huh? That, and the other thing you did. Friends don’t do that, either.

Your smile fades as you start to understand on a much more personal level what he meant. You doubt you’ll be granted the same mercy as him, of working out your issues, and until then you have to live like this, unable to even joke around without it turning bitter. You’re going to lose her, too- you’re going to lose them both, maybe, probably, and the waiting and pretending is only adding to your misery. It’s a hollow kind of wanting, for something to be over and done with, but it’s rooted in you all the same.

You finally decide you’re not going to finish your sandwich, but you wrap it back up in the wax paper liner anyway, and start putting your coat back on.

“Well. Thanks for meeting with me. I think I’d better head back to work, now.”

“you realize we didn’t talk about what happened at all, right?”

You shrug. “Maybe we shouldn’t. Maybe we don’t need to.”

“you don’t- you don’t have anything you wanna say to me.”

You close your eyes and sigh.

“I’m… sorry?”

“shit, yeah, me too.”

“It was a mistake.”

“unequivocally, yeah.”

“I think that about covers it, don’t you?”

He nods silently.

“Then… I’ll see you around.”

You almost make it to the door, leaving him slumped in his seat with his uneaten sandwich. You look outside at the cold, slushy parking lot, check the time, and nearly get in your car and drive back to work. But instead, your feet carry you back to the table, back to Sans.

“I do actually just have one question.”

He looks up at you, and you can see deep into his eye sockets, and the dark semicircles beneath them, how tired he is.

“sure. anything,” he answers.

“If you had known how I felt, would it all have gone- would we be here now, having this conversation? Or would I have gone home before and none of this would have ever happened?”

Your fool brain wants you to continue: Or would you have stayed?

But you already know the answer to that one, so you stop yourself; these questions are dangerous enough, as is.

He actually looks somewhat taken aback.

“i don’t- i dunno. and i dunno how much good speculating about it’s gonna do. what’s done is done.”

“Please. It’s the one answer I feel like I have any right to.”

He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and leans back.

“yeah. i think i’d have done the same thing.”

Your chair creaks as you fall back into it, defeated.

“Why?”

“what do you mean, why? did it seem like i gave a shit who else i was hurting at the time?”

He slumps a little further down, and in a softer, more soothing tone, says, “what are you after? do i care now that i hurt your feelings? …yeah. not that it really counts for anything.”

“It counts,” you croak.

“hmm.”

He stands, finally.

“guess you’re right, though. i’d better be getting back to work.”

He shrugs on his wool coat and winds his scarf around his neck.

“you uh… you gonna be ok?”

Are you? Feels like… maybe not?

The sobbing starts, even as you will it not to- christ, no, anything but that.

“oh. uh. shit.”

People are staring, now. You hide your face behind your hands, try to even out your voice to reassure him and your new audience that no, really, you’re fine, but it just comes out all the more overwrought for your efforts. Sans is useless, grimacing, hands outstretched towards you, placating, like with a panicking animal, and it reminds you of the conversation you’d had that night, when you’d offered yourself up as a shoulder to cry on.

“you wanna get out of here?” he asks, and you nod, rolling your eyes at your own uninvited histrionics and swiping at your cheeks.

“k,” he says, and when you open your eyes again, you’re sitting on your couch, in your apartment.

“got tissues?”

You swallow.

“Uh, bedroom, but- please don’t go in there, it’s- it’s bad.”

“k.”

He returns a few seconds later with a handful of toilet paper, and you take it from him.

“hey. it’s gonna be okay. y’know why?”

You blow your nose.

“Why?”

“no matter what else happens, you’ll always know: you put the toilet paper on the holder the right way.”

You chuckle weakly into your wad of tissue.

“You’re right. I’ll always have that.”

He sinks down on the couch next to you. Not too close.

You sigh and slump forward, elbows on your knees, calmer now.

“Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen. The- you know, the turning on the waterworks in a sandwich joint. That was embarrassing. I’m embarrassed.”

“happens. plus, i think you’ve earned the right to cry.”

Your chin wobbles again, threatening.

“Oh? I have? Cool. ‘Cuz I don’t know what I have the right to feel, or do, right now. It all feels wrong.”

“yeah. i know,” he mumbles.

“Sometimes I start feeling sad, for me, because of what I’m about to lose because of this? But then- no, can’t do that, because- hey, maybe I should have thought of that before we-” you catch your breath.

“yeah.”

“I’m mad at myself, and I’m pretty okay with that. But then sometimes I think maybe I’m mad at you for like, seven different reasons, and half of those reasons conflict with each other, but I can’t even… stay mad at you like I think I want to.”

You aren’t looking at him, but you can feel his stare.

“like how?”

You poke and prod at your face, trying to relieve some of the tension headache that’s building around your eye sockets and temples.

“Like, as your friend, I’m annoyed that you put up with ALL of her bullshit. You’re such a doormat when it comes to her. But as her friend, I’m so fucking appalled that you’d sleep with me, her best friend, less than a month after the breakup of a like- how many years? Six?”

“…seven.”

“Seven year relationship. Fuck, sorry, not to belabor the point or anything, but- yeah.” You sniffle. “And then- here’s the kicker. Just as me, alone, not relative to anyone else- I keep wishing you’d just fucking stayed in bed after I poured my heart out to you. Like I have any right to feel that. And of all of it, all the shit, that’s the one that sticks the worst, so the rest don’t get a chance to mean anything.”

The second you turn your head to make eye contact with him, he’s there, leaning in, warm. Big old eye sockets looking at you just like you’d wanted for so long.

“i should’ve. i know.”

Your breath leaves you, almost-but-not-quite on a sob, as he kisses you, and everything is right and better, if only for a split second.

“Wait.”

“yeah- yes. ok.”

“What about-” you can’t bring yourself to speak to him more than a few inches removed from the kiss, as if tethered there by a spell, “-what about everything you just said, what- this isn’t fixing things.”

“no.”

“And I can’t- you can’t do this to me again.”

“i won’t. it won’t be like last time.”

“You can’t promise that,” you say as matter-of-factly as you can manage, given the circumstances.

“keep thinkin’ about how i can’t remember the last time i felt the way i did when you were sayin’ all that stuff about me.”

Your cheeks flush even harder, as if the rest of you hadn’t yet gotten the memo.

“That’s called an orgasm.”

The ridge above his nasal cavity scrunches up pleasantly when he laughs.

“We shouldn’t.  If it was wrong before, it’s so much worse now.”

“i know.”

You cast your eyes aside to your front door, then down to where your hands are almost touching as you lean towards each other on the couch.

“You’re so full of shit, you know that?” you ask. “Fuck you for making me fall for it twice.”

Your eyelids flutter shut as you pull him in by the back of his neck.

THEN YOU FUCK AGAIN!!! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!!! HOW COULD YOU!!!

hehe

He keeps his promise, more or less. It’s not her he has to run off to, at the end. You both have half a day of work ahead of you. You’re both late, and it’s as good an excuse as any for you to pretend he won’t still be going home to her, later.

You still have questions. You can’t focus at work.

He never promised much of anything, you now realize. It felt like he was offering much more, but- so what? Is he actually done with her? After everything? What does this look like tomorrow? A week from now?

What, you seriously think he’s going to leave her for you? Only if she kicks him out, you think, bitterly. Which makes you what, exactly? A consolation prize for his neglected ego?

You call him right as you’re getting off work, but hang up before he can answer. You want the truth??? You can’t handle the truth!!!

Things get better as they get worse. He starts coming over to see you, at least once a day. He stays an hour or two when he can. He talks with you in bed.

Yours, now, you think, sometimes.

You don’t ask him when he’s going to tell her. He’s choosing you, so he has to, right?

He will. Soon.

*Now I’m looking back at the beginning of all this and I’m like-

Some thoughts??? Bitch! You just wrote most of the damn thing! And after you said you weren’t gonna!

…So CLEARLY I had like, a little more I evidently wanted to say about this fucking thing. So there you go???

GOD that was a lot of dashes in there though, huh? I didn’t even try to keep the number down.

Oops hehhe

But, uh, yeah! I don’t know how this ends! Or even, at the risk of sounding a bit pretentious, if it ends! Maybe everyone learns from their mistakes and suffers the consequences! Or maybe nobody does! Or maybe it’s a weird combination of learning and not learning and suffering and not suffering because it’s supposed to be like, way more complicated than that.

**Or maybe reader and Sans’s gf wind up auditioning for the same local network tv wrestling show and they have lots of sexual wrestling tension together and also reader has like a will-they-won’t-they thing with an 80s disaster caricature of Marc Maron and they both bond with a group of wonderful interesting women and get to create something bigger than themselves!

God, I love GLOW. Maybe just go watch GLOW instead of this, it’s like, basically the same thing only with more eighties vibes and less skeletons and more women’s wrestling and less magical penises.

So really, not the same thing at all except for the one plot point of sleepin’ with your best friend’s dude that they kind of share, but very very good, you know?

Anyway! I love getting asks (I apparently love them so much that I can’t help myself and end up writing almost an entire chapter just to answer them), and fleshing out all the vagueness a little more without the self-imposed pressure of having to finish it into something publishable was really fun. So thanks for this ask!

#ask #the-one-eyed-king-kaneki-ken #habby balentimes day #sorry mobile users i know this was long as shit #sorry everyone actually #sans/reader #for auld lang syne my dear

[drabbletale]

.you can keep it. (pt 1)

PuppyBerry

SFR!Papyrus/US!Sans 250 Word Drabble Soulmates first words to you are written on your body

((This one will have another drabble later, because I love soulmate AUs and I wanna tell the rest of this story... Slim is an anxious sad boi, paranoid as I am about things he can’t know about. :p 

I’ll link back to this when I post the next... But I am writing these drabbles in order of where the pairings are listed in my inktober post that I never did lol... except for one because writing for Blood too many times in a row is exhausting so I moved one of them to the bottom of the list... Sorry, rambling here.))

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‘You can keep it.’

The words had been etched into his bones since the day he lost his stripes. As an adult, he’d find his soulmate and it was supposed to be the most beautiful moment in a monsters life... From the moment the pain of it's appearance subsided though, he had felt nothing but self loathing looking at the words. You can keep it.

As though his soulmates first interaction with him was pity. As though he was someone to be dealt with, rather than loved. His brother tried to reassure him that it wasn't pity his soulmate was expressing, but that only made his thoughts worse.

If his soulmate wasn't a Fell monster, as he was... Perhaps he was holding something of theirs... Perhaps he'd see someone drop something and trying to be nice, he'd pick it up and give it back. They'd see him, who he really was, and tell him what they thought of his polite nature. You can keep it.

He had spent countless nights, embittered and repulsed, both by himself and whoever could be so cruel. He felt nearly abandoned.

It wasn't long before his brother was tired of hearing his ideas on the matter, brushing it off then and demanding he keep his depressing paranoid thoughts to himself.

They ate away at him, day after day, as he waited for his soulmate to find him. If he could just know what it meant, he could get past it, move on. Learn to live without that which his soul yearned.

His soul certainly did yearn, though. 

He wanted to hand it over to this person and...

‘You can keep it.’

#puppyberry #bbqtacos #fontcest #undertail #er... you can't TELL that it's puppyberry yet but it is! when i get to the next puppyberry prompts i'll continue this :)

[tyranttortoise]

*Really long combo ask about SSLL, positivity, and date suggestions under the cut.  I finally caught up on a bit of my askbox.  <3

@happylittleorc

I’m so glad you liked it!  Axe’s jacket was 100% just because I thought, “damn, he’d look cool in one of those galaxy jackets, and his is dirty anyway.” xD   Thank you, hun.  This makes me so happy to hear.  <3  Things aren’t quite better, but they’ve reached the point where I can get back into the groove of writing again, I think.  Putting that chapter together really helped me.  I really appreciate you coming by to wish me well!

In love with all of them, you say?  Heh, I’m doing my job and dragging you into my hell where I can’t pick just one.  xD  Same tho; I never thought I’d be into either of them romantically, either.  I never really liked Black, but now, I really like him.  The more I write them, the more I like them, it seems.  And Blue on a motorcycle sealed the deal for me.  Thank you for reading, and for taking the time to type up something so sweet for me.  <3  

@ruby-the-wolf

AHHH I’VE MISSED YOU, TOO!!  -catches and hugs, twirling her around- <3

Thank you so much, sweetheart.  I’m so happy that any of my writing could help make your rough days a little better.  <3  Today was a good reprieve, so I’m hoping things become less chaotic on my side soon, but I really appreciate you coming by to leave such kindness in my askbox.  It really does help so much.  ^^

I’m so glad it could help, sweet anon!  <3  Thank you for leaving me some love in my askbox.  I’m happy you enjoy my imagines!  =D

@ anon 1:  I had to google Sherbrooke because I assumed it’d be somewhere in England.  xD  Wasn’t expecting Canada!  I’m sorry this is such a belated response; I had a lot going on.  But I really do appreciate this, and I’m glad you’ve come around to talk to me!  <3  Thank you so much for reading, hun!!

@anon 2 : Thanks so much!!  I’m happy you’re enjoying it! =D

@badchubbybunny

(The boi in question is Haida from Aggretsuko  for those curious) HELL YEAH, I LOVE HIM!  AND PFFFFT, I’m a mega fan of your entire blog because you always find the best content.  Seriously, you make my dash a fantastic place; I love scrolling and seeing your posts.  <3  We have a ton of the same interests!  

Also, I always meant to tell you that I was scrolling like... what?  Two months ago?  And I saw a Papyrus askblog talk about having a bunny crush or something??  And then they tagged you??  And I just bounced in my seat, fangirling over the ship sailing.  xP

Ahhh, my heart goes out to you; being a caregiver in that kind of situation is a seriously thankless job where you often get taken for granted.  Take care of yourself, too, and try not to let them burn you out too badly!  As difficult as that is.

My family deal is, well, a lot like Lady’s--only it all revolves around my sister.  The part I took out in SSLL was that she had a sibling that was the cause of a lot of her strife (well, that her parents were always calling and giving her hell for whatever was going on in her sibling’s life), but I had a couple of people tell me it was too unrealistic/unrelateable for everyone in her life to be somewhat toxic toward her.  So rather than write a sibling that ends up helping her, I wrote the sibling out entirely.  Call me bitter lol.  I just get tired.  I went to bed to try to sleep late for a nightshift, got woken up at 9am, then again at 10, then more calls at 11 while I was trying to sleep.  (Turning off my phone isn’t an option; I tried that, and they just come over and rage in-person)  Stayed up, went to work, got cussed out by my dad the entire way there without even getting a word in, worked til 8am, drove an hour home to find my dad at my house (he’s helping repair the hail damage), got cussed some more, took three sleeping pills so I could sleep through my dad and hubby working and talking, got woken up three hours later by my sister wanting to talk to me privately, so I went and ate lunch with her, and we talked for the first time in 5 or 6 years.  Then I bought her clothes and shoes, and later, groceries. 

Sorry, I went on a rant there.  But damn it felt good to tell someone, even if it’s just in a combo post where it’ll hopefully get scrolled past.  And as for the date suggestion -- hell yeah, I’m so down for the skeles and Readz in a cat cafe!  I’ve always wanted to go to one, even if I’m super allergic.  

Edge would be perfect for one, just saying.  That could be where he gets Doomfanger.  

Except for the fact that Doomfanger is UF!Burgerpants 100% as far as I’m concerned.

 --   Date Suggestions

I’m always down for star-gazing dates with the skeles.  <3  In fact, I’ve got something planned like that for the next date.  Which I will say won’t be with Crooks.  ;D  Gotta fit another date in before his.

@thefloatingstone

Man, C-Puff, everything about this date sounds absolutely divine to me.  Hammocks?!?!  You’re speaking my language!!  All of this sounds wonderful, as well as the cuddling under a huge blanket and just talking through the night with a warm drink.  I feel relaxed just thinking about it.  <3

@kamari3

I’m all for some shameless cuddle sessions and those half-asleep truths that just slip out, hell yes <3

@bulle-black-hole

Thank you so much, hun!  <3  And as for the date... oh yes, we definitely need some more time with Mutt.  He’s lagging behind the others.  An aquarium trip would be cool, too!  I’m always down for the aquarium when there’s turtles involved, and I can pet something lol.  

#ssll asks #positivity #for a rainy day #date suggestion #ssll tropes

[muggle-writes]

WIP Masterpost

(last updated March 30, 2019)

The formatting got all screwed up on mobile, so here’s a template of the summaries below, so you can tell what should go together. Title (link if published) Premise approximate length and other publishing notes

Partially published

Fandom: 17776

Patience Ten isn’t as patient as she hopes Nine can be. It all works out in the end Short, multi-chapter

Fandom: Harry Potter

The One I’ve Been Looking For (formerly Colors) Soulmate au: You see in black and white until you first see your soulmate, then you can see in color. Harry/Ginny with other canon pairings (but not all couples are soulmates and not all soulmates get romantically involved for a variety of reasons) Meant as a one-shot, became definitively multi-chapter, will probably wind up fairly long. Even if it’s short, it’ll contain vignettes of scenes over at least the first four years Harry attends Hogwarts

(Series) The Star’s Journey An Astoria Greengrass-centric series featuring a friendship and later relationship with Ginny Weasley. Canon compliant (so far) Originally written for PurimGifts 2019 (which is why it’s a series of one-chapter fics, rather than a single ongoing fic). Currently has three installments, at least two more are planned

Fandom: Detective Conan

Eavesdropping Hakuba Saguru is sure Tokyo’s littlest detective is too close to a certain irritating classmate phantom thief. His investigations uncover secrets that are deeper than he could have imagined. Long, multi-chapter (was once regularly updated, hoping to get back to at least bimonthly updates)

Begin Again Trans!Shinichi, begins nearly-canon and explores how the plot would be different if Shinichi were a trans guy Long, multi-chapter, no defined ending (irregular update schedule, which is not helped by being written out of order)

Sphygmoid Soulmate AU (mainly platonic, multiple connections per person) reimagining of the early series. Stripes on your arms, in different colors, represent different people that love you. They turn black if that person has died, so what does this half-and-half stripe mean? Multi-chapter, probably 4-6 chapters total when it’s done. Character-driven

Crossover with Kri – The Unseen Essence Awakening Begins basically canon, but is also set in the Kri universe, so upon a traumatic event people begin to see their Kri – the external half of their souls. (mildly self-indulgent, likely to wildly diverge from canon because the Sleeping Kogoro gag is much harder to pull off when Kogoro’s Kri is not sleeping) Short, multi-chapter. Open/ambiguous ending Marked complete on AO3, because the three chapters I initially drafted are all published, but I keep writing more so they may eventually be added ...Someone remind me to update the link in the fic header from the Kri website (which is no more) to the google drive folder containing all the official content

Fandom: Magic Kaito (Despite the frequent overlap, I do tend to write these separately)

Reunion Kaito comes home to find his father in the Kid Room Originally done as a writing exercise in the KaiShin discord, experimental (writing bot) style 1-2 more chapters before it’s complete Might be “completed” in a “choose-your-own-adventure” style with an angst ending and a happy ending

Stripes of Fate Soulmate AU: everyone has a stripe of color on their wrist that matches their soulmate’s hair color. It changes when the soulmate changes their hair color by any mechanism so it continues to match. HakuKai, starting a few years before they meet each other Published for DCMK Secret Santa 2017 but has placeholder chapters that I intend to eventually fill in because I wanted to post a “complete” story (or at least get to the happy ending) in time for the gift exchange (lol the previous version of this WIP list predicted this to end up as 2-3 chapters) Currently 7 chapters including placeholders, perhaps as many as 10 or 12 when it’s truly complete

Not at all published

Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito

(no title yet - affectionately known as Angst 1) Angst: the wrong person gets their hands on the Apotoxin, and things get worse before they get better (no character death, mostly light-hearted ending?) Long, multi-chapter (will be posted all at once because I’m not cruel enough to publish it partially and leave readers hanging… or worried about my state of mind. Also it’s harder to write now that I’m in a better headspace, but writing it was therapeutic for a while)

(no title yet - affectionately known as Angst 2) Angst: the aftermath of DC Movie 17 if any of a few things had gone a little differently at the climax of the movie. (major character death). In later chapters, canon-typical gambit pileup (which is basically crackfic in comparison to my usual style). Mostly outside perspective of the events. Short, multi-chapter (as with Angst 1, will be published all at once so I don’t leave readers with angst-cliffhangers with my irregular posting schedule. This one is mostly written except I’m several scenes beyond the original intended ending and the story keeps coming so who knows when it’ll be done and ready to publish). On the other hand, I might publish the first part as serious angst, and the later part as a separate piece due to the difference in tone. Still probably all at once

(no title yet) Heiji and Shinichi come out (from prompt) One-shot (delayed because of a mild twist, of the sort that I want to make sure I’m writing it well and that takes a lot of thought and proofreading)

Crossovers:

Crossover with A Girl and Her Fed (no title yet) Rachel and Hope meet Conan and Jodie at a coffeeshop. Hope confuses Conan. Jodie asks Rachel to contact Josh about a case they once worked together (a case that she’s still on). Rachel watches Conan solve a case. Short, 2-4 chapter (delayed until I finally read Greek Key, in case something Hope does or experiences affects how I want to write Rachel here)

Crossover with Natsume Yuujinchou (no title yet) Heiji and Conan find Natsume early in the events of (Natsume) season 6 episode 1 and assume that Natsume has the same problem Conan does Short, 1-3 chapter

Crossover with Harry Potter (no title yet) Hakuba Saguru is actually Harry Potter in disguise (from prompt, expanded to: Harry, being The Harry Potter, has been given special permission to chase criminals across country lines. Harry is investigating a notorious criminal, known to Muggles as “the last wizard of the century”, and who wears white robes as though he once went to Mahoutokoro but got caught doing illegal magic) Short, 1-3 chapter

Fandom: Undertale

An Arm and a Leg Sans begs Papyrus to take Frisk for the evening, so he can take Toriel out on a date at the last minute, and Papyrus agrees despite having already arranged to go on his first date with Mettaton the same evening One-shot (originally from prompt with the premise above, delayed embarrassingly long because I mis-remembered while planning and wrote half of another story and then having to start over (plus college life) was hell on my motivation)

Fandom: Harry Potter

(no title yet) Dudley is the Chosen One (slightly modified prophecy, fairly divergent events once they get to Hogwarts) Long, multi-chapter (being written out of order and the first chapter isn’t ready yet - I do have a good beta on standby though)

Crossover with DCMK (see DCMK section)

Crossover with the specific already-a-crossover universe of Love Is All You Need To Destroy Your Enemies (no title yet) Hermione and Julie become friends. Wonderful chaos ensues. Short, multi-chapter (the background is established but the actual fic is pending a real plot. Tentatively approved by @davetheshady despite not yet having a plot)

Crossover with MCU (no title yet) Tony Stark turns out to be Harry’s biological father, and finds out near the end of Harry’s fourth year. Character driven Longer by wordcount than Eavesdropping despite nothing being posted yet. I’m waiting on posting it until I have a clearer idea of whether this is going to have a plot arc or be solely character driven. Currently in the form of a lot of disconnected scenes

Fandom: Natsume Yuujinchou

(no title yet) Touko-centric, the truth comes out (fluff, mostly) Short, 1-2 chapter

Crossover with Detective Conan (see DCMK section)

Not WIPs (published and complete)

Fandom: DCMK

The Truth Ran confronts Conan about being Shinichi one more time, and Shinichi, after some hesitation, decides it’s time for the truth (from prompt) One-shot

Movie Night Sato/Takagi fluff: enough said. (inspired by a screenshot of a pair of YikYak posts actually), 100% canon-compliant One-shot

Memory Conan is injured and Kaito has never been less interested in keeping a promise (gen, not angst) One-shot

Stripes of Fate arguably complete - see above 7+ chapters

Crossover with Kri – The Unseen Essence Awakening arguably complete - see above 3+ chapters

Fandom: Harry Potter

Distant As a Memory A glimpse into Hermione’s mind as she prepares to erase her parents’ memories Originally written for PurimGifts 2019. One-shot. Arguably complete, may add a follow-up chapter or two because I had to cut several ideas to stay within close to the event’s maximum wordcount

Dayenu Pesach is hard, the year Luna is 10. Jewish Lovegood family. Grief/mourning and a path to recovery Originally written for PurimGifts 2019 One-shot

Fandom: Dragonriders of Pern

Flights and Fights (and Happy Endings) (title subject to change) Rearranging characters’ Weyr assignments before the double mating flight in Dragonquest, leads to averted tragedy Minor character-centric (Varena, rider of gold Ralenth, yes her name shows up in the text at least once outside of the DragonDex at the end of the book) and throws out some of the more problematic word-of-god “truths” about mating flights. One-shot. Originally written for PurimGifts 2019. Lol what’s a maximum wordcount

Other/No Fandom

The Twins The Mars Exploration Rover (MER) Mission through the eyes of Opportunity, written shortly after the news that JPL was sending their last commands to Oppy. Vaguely poetic One-shot. AO3 “corrected” the “Mars Rovers (Fandom)” tag to “Space Exploration RPF” so this is probably the only “RPF” I’ll ever write.

Related: I posted a timeline of real events, for comparison so people could easily check which events Oppy mentioned in The Twins, since the history of Curiosity and Opportunity aren’t as neatly condensed into a “canon”

#muggle's writing masterpost #muggle writes #blog maintenance #now that i have a writing blog i can make a masterpost for all of this #without feeling like i'm spamming people who aren't interested from my main blog

[motherlyra]

Chapter 47: Bus Day

Changed a couple things I originally had because of the cute fanart astrangeroftheworld made for me lol.

Honestly there isn’t much I can say for why this chapter took so long to finish. I probably wouldn’t have continued if I didn’t just get messages saying people were still reading this, so thank you for that! Luckily my new job has some down time in it so I might be able to actually focus on writing a little more often.

Warnings: idk internalized hatred and some exterior hatred as well I suppose.

[Sans Days/Nights]

[Buy me a coffee]

“Woooow, Dings. Way to make it sound like I purposely murdered them.” Sans’ voice soured with irritation. “After all this time you still act like I asked to be born.” He nearly snapped, his earlier mood gone in an instant. He crossed his arms and sat back onto the bench. Sans opened his mouth to say something else, but instead huffed between his teeth and looked down the road. The exchange left you shocked, looking between the two brothers, struggling to comprehend what Gaster meant.

Not wanting to spark a bigger argument, you tried to distract yourself by pulling the bag with Flowey onto your lap. You opened a zipper, trying to think of something to grab but your curiosity quickly got the better of you. “What… happened?” You asked quietly, loosing interest in the opened bag.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Flowey piped up, his leaves wiggling slightly as he turned in the bottle to face you more. He gave a half laugh, eyes shining. “Everyone knows that having three children is committing suicide. Clearly they decided they’d rather die than take care of the kids they already had-” You heard slight crinkling and immediately saw Flowey’s bottle start compressing, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Gaster’s hand clench. You gasped and grabbed Gaster’s hand, stopping him from using any more magic. You looked up and gulped, seeing his orange haloes burrowing into your eyes at your interruption. You quickly averted your vision before you lost yourself again and looked over to Flowey’s water bottle, seeing an orange glow surrounding it. Flowey had his mouth shut tight as he struggled to look down at the bottle with wide eyes.

“Flowey, say you’re sorry.” You quickly instruct, keeping your grip on Gaster’s hand. Flowey’s expression changed to a more neutral one.

“What? Why? They both know it’s true-”

“Flowey, say you are sorry right now.” You ordered, feeling Gaster’s hand tighten just a fraction. The orange light surrounding the bottle brightened ever so slightly, and another kink appeared on the bottle. The slight crackle caught Flowey’s attention once more, making him lose the neutral attitude.

“Fine, fine! I’m sorry!” He panicked, wiggling and failing to get out of the slowly compressing bottle. The orange light didn’t go away, and you looked back at Gaster.

“Gaster.” You made the mistake of looking into his eyes, and became trapped. The burning rings pulled at you, dragging the seconds by like minutes as reality stretched around them. A small voice in the back of your head was screaming to turn away, to blink, anything, but your muscles only relaxed as you stared transfixed at the magical flames and was pulled deeper in-

He blinked, and his eyes lost the magic that was keeping you hostage. You released the breath you didn’t know you were holding, feeling your chest shaking ever so slightly from your racing heartbeat. You stayed frozen where you were, unable to get your thoughts straight, until Gaster’s haloes glanced at the hand you had holding his. You quickly let go and sat up, pulling your hands together on your lap.

“S-sorry.” You stumbled over the small apology. Gaster adjusted himself in his seat, looking rather annoyed with everything in general. The silence dragged the emptiness of where you were out, bringing the lack of morning birdsongs to your attention.

“The weed is mistaken.”

“Sorry?” You startled slightly when Gaster spoke up again.

“They did not commit suicide. I thought I should clarify, since you seem to take everything to heart.” Gaster added, looking down the road as well. “Humans must be quite different with procreation. Is the practice of having more children not as costly for your kind?”

“N… Not really, well… Having kids costs a lot of money, and most families stick to one or two kids, though I know someone that is the youngest of six kids. But they live with their friends now to get out of the crowded house.” You answered, and Gaster’s brow bone elevated ever so slightly.

“Grand… parents? Interesting, though perhaps that would make sense. You live such short lives, perhaps being able to breed without any repercussions was to counter the likelihood of simply going extinct.” He theorized aloud.

“You guys aren’t the same way, I take it.” You half asked, suddenly remembering back when you chatted with Flowey so long ago under the willow, how he told you that monsters only aged when they had kids. He didn’t expand that though, and you guess it never really registered in your head what exactly that meant. Sans sighed, seeming like he would much rather get this conversation over with. He quickly pulled out his phone, tapping on a doodling app.

“When monsters have a kid, the kid takes some of their Soul energy.” Sans started to explain, drawing an upside down heart on the screen with the grey ink. “When they age, more of that energy goes to the kid so they can grow. Because of that, the parents age as well. Real age has no meaning to our Souls or, by extension, our bodies.” He made a smaller upside down heart off to the side, before making it bigger, and shrinking down the original heart. “A hundred year-old monster with a kid would look ages older than a four hundred year-old monster without kids, so our looks aren’t exactly a good judge for ages.”

“But if the kid dies before the parents do, the parents stop losing their magic and... stop aging.” Flowey added in, surprising you. So that’s why Toriel and Asgore looked slightly older than the average monster…

You thought about what they said, starting to understand what Gaster meant by Sans killing their parents. “So… If two monsters have a child and let it age enough to turn into an adult…?”

“They would age, but be overall they would be fine. A single child is not enough to dust two monsters, otherwise we as a species would have died out long ago. At most, two children becoming adults is the usual circumstance of the parents’ dusting, but they likely would survive a few years more depending on the strain on their bodies. Healthy monsters would be able to have two children reach adulthood and have time to be a family for some time before they could no longer keep themselves together.” Gaster said, and you saw him glance towards Sans. “However, if they create a third child… Well, you cannot make something new when you already ran out of supplies, can you?”

“It’s why I’m short.” Sans wasn’t looking at you, but you could see the drawing on his phone had the original heart crossed out, with two hearts next to it, and a single dot under them. “They didn’t have enough magic left for another full monster, let alone enough to give them a decent amount of HOPE.”

Gaster’s frown grew ever so slightly. “You should consider yourself lucky both you and Papyrus survived and managed to grow despite their dusting. They were incredibly powerful monsters, but even that was not enough to keep them from passing.”

“I’m so… so sorry.” You felt bad for making them have the monster’s version of ‘the talk’ with you now. You had no idea monsters having children was such a big deal. Or how magic could transfer from one to another. Or how old monsters could get without it affecting them-  In fact, for living very closely with monsters for the past few weeks and being around them on the surface for the past few months… You had significantly less knowledge than you thought you had about them.

“I never knew them, so it’s not a big deal to me.” Sans said, shrugging and looking down the road again. “It’s him who has any solid memory of a mom or dad. He lived with them for decades; Paps had them for what… six years? I didn’t even get that. It’s what happens to monsters.”

“Still, I’m so sorry I brought it up, I had no idea.” You apologized again, looking at your hands unsure. You glanced at Gaster, and saw him observing you quietly with his mouth in a tight line. His haloes shifted and looked past you, and you turned to see a bus heading in your direction.

“Looks like our ride is almost here,” Sans clicked his phone to the home screen, seeing the time. “A little late, but it’s fine.” He stood up and avoided looking at you. You put the bag down and stood up as well, a heavy feeling in your gut.

“Sans, I-“

“Let’s drop it. We need to get back to the others.” He interrupted, turning around just long enough to zip up the bag and pick it up, so quickly it made Flowey do a little “ooph” sound. You felt Gaster’s hand rest on your shoulders, and you looked up at him.

“Best do what he says.” Gaster hushed, giving you a slight pat before picking up the other bag, and the three of you watched as the bus crossed the road and turned into the small bus stop.

The squeak of the break hurt your ears as the bus finally came to a complete stop, the smell of bad gasoline carrying itself to where you guys were. You let out a small cough, covering your mouth and nose. A few humans scrambled out of the bus, along with a few kids, and a tall woman in a blue outfit held a sign up saying “Follow me!” stepped out behind them. She was wearing a massive smile, though it vanished when she saw you and the brothers.

“Wha- Oh, hello there! There shouldn’t be any tours ending at this time…” It was pretty clear she was confused about your situation, but she tried forcing another smile on her face. You felt a tight hand on your shoulder, but was too focused on trying to come up with a response to the woman.

“We’re locals.” Sans spoke up beside you, voice giving no hint of the distressing conversation you three had moments ago. “Figured we could catch the bus back to town, if it wasn’t too much of a hassle?” He asked, and the woman immediately started nodding.

“Why yes of course! No charge for locals, obviously!” She smiled, and Sans gave a quick nod. The woman looked behind you, seeming like she was concerned about something, but she noticed her tourists were starting to wander and quickly ran after them. “Oh! Please keep together! Follow me now please!”

As the woman walked away you became aware of how tightly Gaster was holding onto your shoulder. You glanced back and had to suppress your jump. Gaster was absolutely seething right now. So much so, you could practically feel the anger radiating from him. …Where those bubbles in his suit?

“Are you okay?” You whispered, snapping Gaster back to reality. His frown lessened and he looked down at you, but he still was looking like he was smelling something unpleasant despite not really having a nose.

“Just peachy.” He uttered, jerking his head towards the bus and pushing you gently. You took the hint and led the skeleton brothers to the doors. The bus driver flipped up his shades to glance at you, slight smile on his face

“Heading to the city?” He asked in a strangely accented voice. You couldn’t place it.

“Yes please.” You replied. He waved a hand at you and you quickly stepped up and moved down the aisles. Gaster and Sans were close behind, following you close to the back. You allowed Gaster the window seat, sitting in the middle while Sans took the inside. Before the three of you even sat down the bus was in motion again, turning and heading towards home.

The bus was fancier than you were used to, it even had a few small tvs on the ceiling. It looked like it was currently on a news show, four humans in suits and dresses sitting around a strangely shaped table talking to each other. The sound wasn’t playing, but you could see the small white words at the bottom of the screen come and go quickly.

Gaster took a loud breath, drawing your attention from the tv. His hands were in fists sitting on his knees, and he was wearing a permanent frown.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. His eyes were focused on the other humans on the bus sitting in front of you, most of them on their phone or reading a book. He glanced at you for a moment, adjusting his shoulders and taking another breath.

“Absolutely nothing.” He half muttered through clenched teeth, not quite selling what he was saying.

“No, something is up. What’s-” You started to ask, but you saw Sans shake his head out of the corner of his eye. You turned to him for an explanation.

“Big G probably isn’t used to the thought of not slaughtering humans,” Sans rolled his eyelights as if what he said was a casual conversation piece. “Isn’t he?” He added sarcastically, leaning forward to look at Gaster.

Gaster’s fingers tapped on his knees rapidly for a moment, jaw adjusting ever so slightly. He looked indecisive on how to respond to that. ”I am sure you would be less comfortable in this situation, had you been raised as I had been.” He said carefully, eyes focusing past you. “Though perhaps I have the right idea about a few of them.” He jerked his chin in the direction he was looking, and you turned to see the news still on the tv. A picture of Mettaton was beside one of the men talking, followed by a heavily pixelated video. 

Two girls looked to be taking a selfie in the streets of downtown at night, laughing and saying something excitedly before turning the camera around, showing Mettaton a bit ahead of them surrounded by fans. There was a flash of light and the camera shook as the crowd reacted to something, followed by another flash. One of the fans collapsed onto the ground, the rest scattered as masked men came out of nowhere, grabbing Mettaton. The rest of the video was a blurry mess as the camera owner seemed to run away from the chaos.  

The camera changed back to the man and the image of Mettaton, white words appearing under him.

[This was the scene of last night, after Metatton’s daily show. Three fans were seriously injured and police have yet to locate where the TV star Mettaton might be located. Please call the number on screen if you know any more information-]

You had your hands pressed to your mouth, shocked at what happened. Sans didn’t give you the details- he might not have known himself, but you didn’t know it happened right off of the street. Sans shook his head and clenched a fist.

“I… don’t know what we can do,” he looked at you. “We know it was HP, but the weed wrecked the only bar that publicly supported HP members.” Sans glared at Flowey, who looked away.

“You think it’s revenge for wrecking that guy’s face?” You asked, painful memories sparking back to life of an alternate universe where you and Sans died at the anger of the leader.

“He’s probably using that as an excuse, yeah.” Sans thought a bit before mumbling. “Even if we find where Metatton is, it’s not like we can march in there and ask him nicely to be released. There isn’t any way for this to go down without dust being spilled…”

“We’ll figure something out.” You said, but you weren’t entirely sure if you believed yourself.

.

The bus ride was long, though eventually you found yourself being shaken awake.

“Our stop.” Sans whispered, gently shaking you off his shoulder. You quickly sit up and grab one of the bags, following Sans off of the bus. Before you even had the chance to look around to see where you were, long bony arms wrapped around you and lifted you up, squeezing tightly.

“HUMAN!!!” Papyrus yelled as he spun around, effectively making you quite dizzy.

“Papyrus!” You tried to imitate his volume, letting yourself be a ragdoll in his arms until he set you down. You took a moment to keep your balance, and looked him over. “How are you doing buddy?” You asked, seeing he was wearing casual clothes, rather than his battle armor.

“Physically I am doing quite well. Emotionally I am very much scared for Mettaton’s life. So you know. That.” He awkwardly said, not entirely sure what else he was supposed to say in this kind of situation. You nod, relieved that he was still Papyrus even with all of the stress, if a bit more sobering. “Who is your new friend?”

You turned to see who Papyrus was referring to, seeing Gaster. Gaster’s mouth opened slightly, and a hint of disappointment made its way to his eyes. “Just… a friend.” He said quietly, keeping his distance from everyone.

“Well all help is appreciated,” Alphy’s voice startled you, and you saw her and Undyne close to the bus stop as well. “We’ve been looking for leads all morning, but we think we might have just found one.” She was nerviously knotting her hands together, as usual.

“Yeah? What is it?” Sans asked, interested in why they didn’t update him sooner.

“Probably best if you see it yourself.” Undyne said, motioning everyone down the sidewalk. The six of you walked for awhile, and you recognized you were pretty close to home. In fact, you guys were heading in that direction.

After a little while of walking, you saw why.

Your apartment was absolutely trashed.

#sans days #sans x reader #gaster #self insert #reader insert #I cant believe I finally got another chapter out #I hope you enjoy #please let me know if there are any flaws #and what you think of it! #the next chapters are gonna be tough lol

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

ayoooo!!

i think requests are open so,

may i request a 2nd part to "s/o who has a messed up sleep scheduele" but instead of papyrus, its sans? like ut sans, us sans and uf sans. and possibly ht sans aswell?? idk you decide!!

i love the original one but now i wanna see what the sanses* (?????) would do about poor s/o who either cannot sleep or basically dies for 20h and cannot be woken up

* is it sans' or sanses?? maybe sanss??? help i dont know what the plural to sans is

- 🌌 anon who's awkward about fic requests

Since Carpal Tunnel Anon came back and asked for these specific characters as well (link here!) I decided to write more for others! :-D

(also I have no idea. Is it Sans’ or Sanses? Papyruses, Papyrus’ or Papyri?? We may never know)

OT + FT BROS WHEN S/O HAS A MESSED UP SLEEPING SCHEDULE

COSMIC (OUTERTALE SANS)

U-uh, is… is this normal?????

Cosmic barely has a grasp on how humans work so he just dives right into researching it. Like for a few weeks he has NO CLUE what to do or what’s happening before all of a sudden showing up and suddenly being an expert on sleep for humans lmao

Will try every single technique he can find and/or come up with to make sure you sleep well. At least one method HAS to work

You know that “I need my big strong human heater to fall asleep” meme where a character seduces another one into going to bed? That’s Cosmic right there. He can and absolutely will seduce you into going to bed and spooning him. (You can’t say no to that face, can you? Mhm, that’s what I thought)

Freaks the FUCK out when you won’t wake up. That is NOT normal according to his research and you are waking up NOW

He accidentally guilt trips you into a good sleeping schedule because he’s nearly in tears when you wake up.

NOVA (OUTERTALE PAPYRUS)

Nope. Nope! Not doing this! You’re sleeping well NOW, it’s not a request you ARE doing this.

Will pick you up (even if you’re taller) and place you in bed. He will also pick you back up. Even if he can’t manage to wake you up.

You’re GOING to be productive, whether you’re awake or not /j…………. /hj

He’s too annoyed to be freaked out when you sleep for too long lmfao

“HUMANS ARE MEANT TO HAVE REGULAR SLEEPING SCHEDULES AND THIS ISN’T IT.”

MEADOW (FLOWERTALE SANS)

jhjhsdbhjsd he’s too much of a pushover to do anything about it

But, just like Cosmic, he accidentally guilt trips you into healthy sleeping patterns

PEONY (FLOWERTALE PAPYRUS)

Pretty much the same as Nova but way less forceful and way softer on you lol

#imagines tag #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #y/n x sans #reader x sans #sans #sans x y/n #sans x reader #y/n x papyrus #papyrus x y/n #reader x papyrus #papyrus x reader #papyrus #outertale #flowertale

[crushingonrazz]

This is an Excuse to Write Kustard tbh

Don’t mind me, just very slowly transferring some of my favorite works from Ao3 onto here so that they can be seen more lol. I’m going to start out with COSOS chapters and they weill all be posted with the tag #cososchaptersyo if you want to binge read all two chapters I have posted rn XD

Ao3~~~This Chapter on Ao3 

Red woke up slowly, the warmth of the room and the person beside him making him more comfortable than he sometimes felt he had any right to be. Beside him, Sans shifted, groaning softly and pulling himself closer. Red wrapped his arms around him without opening his eyes, holding him as closely as he could and still be comfortable.

"Mornin'," he murmured, prompting another groan, followed by a soft laugh as Sans nuzzled into his chest, planting a sleepy kiss on his shirt-covered ribs.

"Good morning...Let's go back to sleep..."

They both lay there for a few more minutes, just basking in the peacefulness of the sleepy morning, before Red found his eyes blinking open, almost against his will. Light was streaming in through the half-open window, and he grimaced as it hit his sockets. Sans seemed to be completely asleep again, and Red chose not to wake him. Instead, he elected to run one hand up and down the other's upper arm, sending out  waves of peace and love and sleepiness through their soul connection. He loved when Sans was asleep. He never looked worried or afraid or like he was five seconds from a panic attack. It was...nice.

All he really wanted in life was for his love to be happy, and while they were making more progress than he had ever even imagined in the waking world, it was refreshing to have this reminder of what things would someday be like. Someday, he could look up at Sans across the kitchen or the living room or whatever crowded grocery store, and he would see the same look he had now. Sans would be happy, and in turn, Red would be happy as well.

It was one of those thoughts that, years ago, he would have shoved away into the back corner of his mind, where he kept his other weak sentiments, but now...

Sans had been helping him just as much as he had been helping Sans.

He never could have imagined loving anyone this much, let alone a version of himself. Especially one so regularly irritating. But hey, isn't that what love is? Looking past the things that make you want to bash them on the head and seeing the person they can become, the person they already are, and realizing how fucking happy they make you?

Sans stirred again, and Red sighed slightly before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "Round 2?" he asked, and Sans snickered tiredly.

He opened his eyes, then, shifting to look up at Red with the kind of look that, more often than not, brought tears to his eyes. How could anyone look at someone like him with that look in their eyes? It was truly a miracle. He managed to hold himself together, raising one hand to smooth over his skull in an affectionate manner.

"I love you, Red."

Every time he heard that, it made his soul lurch like it was the first time. It didn't help that he could see the sincerity in his eyelights, that despite being awake, Sans still looked so damn happy and it filled him with this full sort of feeling that he knew he was damn lucky to have, especially with someone so mind-numbingly beautiful and God, he was so in love.

He pulled the other up closer, kissing him deeply before wrapping him back up again. They just laid there for a long moment, souls pulsing in tandem and tears in Red's eyes that he wouldn't have even tried to hide.

He didn't ever want to let go, he didn't ever want to have to get out of bed. He could stay here forever, just holding on so tightly to this monster that had changed his life so completely for the better. He wished he could life the rest of his life in the other's arms, and he didn't even laugh at himself for the cheesiness of the thought. Fuck, he meant it, he really meant it.

They pulled apart, ever so slightly, arms still encircling each other and legs tangled together, pulling just far enough that they could rest their foreheads together, Red squeezing his eyes shut as he convinced himself of this perfect moment's reality. When he opened them, Sans was watching him, the love in his eyes more than obvious. His eyelights brightened ever so slightly as they met Red's, and he felt his throat constrict for a moment at the pure emotion he could feel stemming from the other's soul.

He felt himself sinking into the feeling, his eyes hooding slightly as he relaxed into his partner, the responsibilities of the day being of no concern when faced with the prospect of leaving this bed. In his peace, he didn't catch the warning that suddenly flashed across the other's eyelights, blinking slowly as the pulses coming from Sans's soul shifted ever so slightly into something he wasn't quite sure how to quantify.

"Sans...I lo--"

Suddenly, Sans' body curled into itself, his legs trying to pop up as he brought his elbow to his face, successfully covering his nose just as a loud sneeze made its way to the surface.

Red, as relaxed and happy as he was, reacted to the unexpected noise in a way that wasn't altogether surprising, in hindsight. He jumped violently, scrambling back before letting out a surprised yelp as suddenly, there was no bed underneath him.

He fell to the floor with a thump, surprised for a moment and still not entirely sure what had just happened. Sans appeared over the side of the bed, looking down at him with a mixture of worry and amusement in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

Red stared up at him, wide-eyed, before he abruptly put the pieces together, snorting softly before he locked eyes with the other, who was grinning at him widely now that he knew he was okay.

Before they knew it, they were both laughing, hard. So hard, in fact, that Fell and Papyrus, who were downstairs making breakfast, heard them. Assuming that their brothers had gotten into some kind of pun war, as they tended to do, they ignored it, sharing a quick smile before continuing their preparations.

Red was snorting, trying to regain enough control of himself to get back into bed, while Sans was rolling around on it and giggling. At the sound of the other's laughter, Red started all over again, pressing a hand over his eyes to try and regain some dignity.

Finally, they managed to calm down, and Red heaved himself back up to stand, gasping slightly as he fought for breath. Sans was still chuckling, but he sat up on the edge of the bed, using one hand to support himself while the other reached up and pulled Red down by his shirt, bringing them face-to-face. He kissed him softly, and Red could feel him grinning, which filled his mind with a whole new cloud of happy and made him want to curl back up with him under the fuzzy blanket they had commandeered from Papyrus's room.

They parted reluctantly, staying a few inches from each other before Red leaned forward and playfully bonked his forehead against the other's.

"Forever and always, Sansy."

Sans smiled at him, his eyes filling with the same emotion from earlier that always filled Red with such warmth.

"Forever and always. I'm yours."

#cososchaptersyo #cosos #kustard #undertale #undertalefanfiction #underfell #sans #bled #my writing #Ao3 #Writing #crushingonsans #fanfiction #undertale fanfiction

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Name: Cheyenne

Nickname(s): Che, Yen, Yen-Yen, Chey, Che Che, Yenne, Yenny, Cheyawn (it’s a joke laugh haha)

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Height: 5′3

Ethnicity: Filipino, Spanish and Chinese

Favorite Fruit: WATAHMELONE, APPLES, ORANGES, GRAPES, PEACHES, AND I WANNA SAY CARROTS

Favorite Season: We only have two seasons lol sunny or rainy....I guess rainy..

Favorite Book: uhm... Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children..? although as a child I’ve read many many archie comics, specifically Betty and Veronica..I’m still a nerd for those.. anddddd yep

Favorite Flower: Gypsophila. It’s pretty, look it up ^-^

Favorite Color: ALL SHADES OF RED.. +pastels.. +black,white,gold

Favorite Animal: axolotls are cute as hell with their tiny little feet... but so are pugs with their reletable laziness and cutenss... hmmm omg also pandas.. AND MOUSE DEERS

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Cocoa: HOT COCOAAAAAA

Average Sleep Hours: no idea at all. absolutely none.

Cats or Dogs: DOGGIEEESS

Favorite Fictional characters: BAtmfammmmm +outlaws, Superfammm, Gudetama, Rose, Willy Wonka, sans, papyrus, frisk, gaster, alice, mad hatter, 

Number of blankets: No Idea either. I have way too much..

Dream trip: BOSTONNNN AND ENGLANDDDD.. also i want to travel the islands of my country

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